Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jun 13, 2015 22:04:57 GMT -6
Perun had sat down next to the long, green haired swordsman for several reasons. One, the man was slim, which meant that he was probably not a heavy eater, a trait that Perun had noticed many people in the outside world seemed to have if they drank often. If the man was going to be drinking, his side was where Perun needed to be. Two, the man had one of those faces that was unlike Perun’s a face women were drawn to, meaning that if Perun sat near the man, more women may have been more willing to come near him. Third, the man was friendly and seemed to know more about the village than any of the other make shift defenders.
Fourth and most importantly, when the man had extended his thanks on the battlefield, Perun had been the only one to know that that was what the man said. He had spoken in a tongue that was incredibly similar to that of Perun’s own clan. Not exact, but close. Close enough that it might not be far off that he had met someone who was a distant relative of someone in Perun’s own valley. Perun extended to him a hand as he spoke, ”Where are you being from long hair? Perun is finding it odd how close you are to speaking like he can.” Quickly Perun realized he had not asked for the man’s name, or formally introduced himself. He spoke in the common tongue again, ”I am being Perun. Would you be sharing your name and bread with me if… Please, what is being your name long hair?” Perun had attempted to use a saying from his village, but once again, it fell flat when he attempted to move his tongue in the way of the outside world.
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Post by Duma on Jun 13, 2015 23:17:02 GMT -6
Duma had found himself starting at the fire once again. The outrage haired man had addressed him and that snapped him out of the minor daze he was in. The man was the warrior whom spoke in the foreign accent that Duma was kind of familiar with. The accent he knew that belonged to the Illian tribes of the north. It was strange to hear, it reminded him of his teenage years. His mind tried to recall a few more words from the old merchant of his youth.
"I be from Eturia." He paused for a moment then tried to speak in the other language.
"Menya zohvut.." The syllables felt strange in his mouth.
"Sorry. My name is Duma and it is nice to meet you." He spoke in a casual tone of voice. He shook Perun's large hand in greeting.
"I hope I said thank you properly back there. You saved my hide." The more Duma got to look and interact with Perun the smaller he felt. But the man had ran out to save the lives of the children then gave the now sleeping Amelia a ride on his large shoulders. His mannerisms and how he carried himself was so similar to the merchant of his past he wondered if the two were related.
"It has been a long time since I've heard someone speak with your accent. And I once knew a little bit of the language. The man who taught it to me died many years ago. His death took away my only chance to practice, so forgive me if I say something wrong." He scratched the back of his head for a moment.
"What brings you out this way Perun?" He asked as he poured the large man a drink of Sacean wine from the nearby pitcher. Duma was having tea with his meal so there was a little more drink to go around. Behind the swordsman were two empty wooden bowls of food that he finished. He handed the wooded mug over to the man.
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jun 23, 2015 20:58:37 GMT -6
Perun nodded as the long haired swordsman told him where he was from. That was two in the band of defenders from Etruria. All these people put too much value on lines men had made up and put onto a map. They all walked on two legs, and they all slept, ate, and other things. There were a number of other differences, but Perun's village would be in the lines called Illia on his map, and the people outside his valley in those lines had about as many similarities to Perun's people as any other cluster of lines. They were people at the end of the day. Nothing more.
Perun grinned at the man's speech. It wasn't quite his own tongue, but the man had something very similar. "It is nice to being meeting you Doom-ha. Doom-ha is fighting very well with bandits." Perun stared into the fire for a brief second before returning his gaze to the swordsman. "Perun's grandfather is telling him story that when he was boy a few families are leaving valley and going to outside world. Maybe one of them is man Doom-ha is knowing." Perun smiled again, before looking about the fire. It was a sea of warriors and their families, not unlike a fire in his home village when the work had been done. That was one thing that seemed familiar even in this outside world, having your family close was comforting.
The long haired swordsman asked Perun a question about his motives. Perun shrugged, "The truth is, Perun is not knowing. Perun's life is not having much meaning last few springs. Perun simply travels until there is chance to eat or rest, and then Perun is stopping. Until Perun met Duno-ven. Duno-ven is young man, who is not having clean skin, he is not... What you Etrurians are calling them? He is not a saint. But when Perun met Duno-ven, Perun is not sure, he decided to not let Duno-ven become man like Perun who travels simply because he has boots." Perun looked at the swordsman, giving him a good once over.
Just by the way the man sat, the orange giant could tell that he was a great fighter. He could probably best Perun, no point in a fight. However, it was his eyes that revealed him. There was something, a fire behind them. It was not a rage, or even a great passion, the man simply revealed that there was some quality to him that shone. Perun would find out, "What about Doom-ha? You are being a young man, yet you speak to Perun and horsemen in familiar words. What is a man from Etruria, as young as Doom-ha, and as skilled with swords as Doom-ha doing here?"
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Post by Duma on Jun 24, 2015 16:00:04 GMT -6
Duma mentally cringed at Perun’s pronunciation of his name. I am not sure if it is a step up or a step down from Doe-mah. But it was Perun’s speech and he was going to have to get used to it. After all they were going on this adventure with Remus together. The gentle giant accepted Duma’s offering of drink.
“Perhaps the man I once knew was a son or grandson of those families whom left the valley. But from what I recall he had the same style of speech and looked an awful lot like you Perun. Although you have more hair on your head then he did. He had big muscles too and a laugh that could be heard across town. He was a good man.” He had a small smile on his face while he stared out into the fire. Then turned his head to make eye contact with Perun, the orange giant had a life similar to his at least when it came to wandering the land with no real purpose.
“There are no saints! Just people! Who were really good at doing one thing and became famous for it.” He did his best to try and imitate an accent of an old man.
“It was an saying my grandfather would tell us. I’m not doing it justice though. Grandpa would have said it with.. some words that were not appropriate for children.” He chuckled lightly. Duma did not like the religion that swept through Eturia like wildfire. It just felt wrong to him. According to his family, Elimine’s original teachings practiced peace, not murder, and that the word of the alleged saint was corrupted by her human mouth piece Kraft.
“Though, I was raised atop Eturian soil, Eturian it does not make me. Place of birth or upbringing does not determine whom you are but rather the actions you choose to do that determines your worth.” He paused for a moment.
“As to what I am doing here? Well..” He took a moment to look up at the sky. It was a nice night. The sky was clear and one could see almost every star in the sky.
“I suppose my story is similar to yours Perun. A few years back I lost someone very close to me... my twin sister.” His gaze returned to the fire. The crackling embers reminded him of her. And how she would smile and pull out a journal and write something in it. Then the two would recite legends to one another just like they did back home. Then the image of her in his mind was disrupted by the fall of the ruins and his mind screaming. His eyes widened slightly before he closed them and shook his head lightly. He had to push the memory of her away. The swordsman spoke again after an extended moment of silence. “…I returned home a broken man. In my head…” He pointed to his fore head.
“It felt like I was lost in a fog. I had no sense of time or desire to do anything. My family… suggested I go see the world and fill my life with new experiences. So I did. I picked up my sword and left. Left Eturia behind me and traveled all over the world. I have helped many people along the way, learned many things about the world, and have slain many bandits.” He had a bit of a smile as he turned his head to look back at his orange haired companion.
“I spent a long time in Sacae picking up the language and habits of the nomads. Without it I do not think I would have survived this long. So many conflicts were resolved peacefully just by knowing a few words.” He took a sip of his tea.
“For what it is worth Perun, I think Donovan should be a bit like you. You threw yourself into battle the second you realized the children were in danger. You gave the little one a ride on your shoulders and that made her smile. It shows you think of others over yourself… You are a good man Perun.”
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jun 25, 2015 20:56:43 GMT -6
Perun considered for a few moments the words of his long haired companion. He shrugged his massive shoulders, "Maybe Doom-ha. Perun is having no way to be knowing things when he was not alive." Perun closed his eyes and laughed. Maybe he was related in some way to the merchant Duma had known, though Perun doubted it. Most people in his village and the others in the valley were large, and covered in hair, with big features in their face. His nose would probably look the same as half the noses in his valley. because any nose no matter how different would look similar if you stretched it across your whole face. Perun chuckled as Duma told him about his grandfather. "Perun is thinking that I would like your grandfather Doom-ha."
Perun turned to look in the fire as the long haired swordsman detailed his loss. Perun was quiet for a time. "Perun is being sorry to hear that Doom-ha. No one is ever telling you how hard it is being. To feel the loss of person you are holding in your heart, it is like being pulled through a fire by the ankles. People might be able to guess that. What people are being leaving out is," Perun put his elbows on his knees and looked at Duma, "the fire is not ever going to be going out."
Perun rocked back and forth, looking into the fire again. "Perun is not being the best man to be being like for young mens. Doom-ha's grandfather was right, there are no saints, but Perun is being farther away from one than most men." Perun looked at the eyes of the green haired man again, that something was still there. Maybe it was the loss of his sister, and Perun was able to recognize the pain, or it was something else. "Maybe he should be being more like you. Doom-ha is a man who has made pain and travel something worth a life it is sounding like."
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Post by Duma on Jun 25, 2015 22:25:16 GMT -6
"Well if we ever end up in Taras I will take you to meet my grandfather. I'm sure he would be thrilled to meet you too." Duma smiled softly. He shifted a little in his Indian style sitting position and rested his head on his hand. This conversation between them was interesting. The orange haired bear of a man spoke again offering his sympathies over his losses. Duma shook his head. It seemed that Perun understood what it was like to lose someone close to them. He wondered if the man from the valley did know.
"It... is alright. If it weren't for that incident I would not be the man I am today." He nodded. If the circumstances had been different he would probably be with her today. Traveling and having all sorts of adventures. Or perhaps they would have split up in the middle of their travels and gone their separate ways. After all they were both adults, capable of making their own decisions. He sighed softly. This was the time to dwell on the what ifs.
"You seem to understand what it feels like. If you don't mind me asking but have you had a similar loss? Ah.. but if it is too much to bare perhaps you can tell me stories about the valley. I do not set foot in Ilia often so I am a bit unfamiliar with the whole terrain." He asked, before going back to his tea. Talking to Perun felt like he was talking to an old friend. Perhaps it was due to their life experinces. Granted Duma didn't know much about Perun's life at the moment but from the way he spoke Duma guessed that this man had a life full of trials.
"I do not think any person should be like me. People should be busy being themselves rather then acting like other people. I want people to learn from me. Not to repeat the mistakes I made... not to suffer the same pain." He sighed again. Then rubbed his eyes with his thumb, his fingers going over his obvious facial scars.
"I am simply a man trying to.. well I just want to do the right thing. I don't know what exactly is right though. As I know there... are two sides to every story. But, I think helping Remus and those kids find their missing family is one of those right things."
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jun 26, 2015 9:53:22 GMT -6
Perun knit his hands together before once more speaking of the woman who'd have been his wife. "Perun lost the woman he loved when he was being a much younger man. She had become everything that Perun was looking forward to when he was going to sleep. She was being a woman of strength and she was holding Perun up from falling. She was killed in attack by Perun's village on hers. Perun is not knowing which man in his village was being the one who was killing her. Perun is fighting without thought for next few years. Without her being holding him, Perun is falling." With that, Perun took a deep drink. It was not very strong. Some people in his village had enjoyed wine, but Perun had always preferred Ale or Mead.
"Perun's valley was being big. There were three clans. Perun's clan was being called Volsungg, and it was filled with fighters like Perun. Usually two clans would be in war. Has Doom-ha ever been seeing a pine tree? In Perun's valley they can grow much larger than on the outside, their trunks are being about as thick as three outside trunks put together. Perun's valley is beautiful, but the outside world is being more interesting, there are more people doing different things on the outside that make worth watching."
Perun scratched his nose. "Perun is thinking that Doom-ha is good man. It is being hard for Doom-ha to be doing the wrong thing because Doom-ha knows what is being right." Perun looked at the fire before asking a question that could potentially make the swordsman uncomfortable. "Where is Doom-ha getting scar?"
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Post by Duma on Jun 26, 2015 17:07:50 GMT -6
"You have my sympathies Perun." He kept his gaze to the fire. His situation was very similar to his. They both knew how it felt to have very imporant people be removed from their lives.
"In the end though... it is that loss that makes us stronger. I think.. eventually you stop falling. And learn to stand and walk again on your own two feet. As for the pine trees... yes I have seen them. My last trip to Ilia brought me to a place where they had hot springs. It was nestled near the mountains and surrounded by pine trees. I even bought a few bars of soap made with some of the pine sap inside it. I think I should still have some of it left in my bag somewhere." He got up for a moment and stretched his legs. They were starting to get all numb and tingly from sitting down in the same position for so long.
"I did not think those pine trees could get bigger. The ones I saw were very large. But your valley sounds interesting perhaps one day i'd go see it. Probably climb one of those giant trees." He still kept himself standing.
"I thank you Perun. Hearing you say that makes me happy." there was a small smile etched on his mostly stoic face. He then looked out towards the rest of the camp. The villagers were starting to tuck in for the night. Duma could see families hushing their young children to head back inside the tents. The men were getting ready for the night watch. To think that by morning I would have to leave these honorable people. Perun then asked about Duma's scars, with all the talk of philosophy and loss that question caught him off guard.
"Ah.. My scar. Well.. that's a story." He was used to telling all sorts of stories as to how he got them. These stories were mostly for show in order to make him seem stronger then he really was. Or perhaps cooler in order to win potential employers. The story behind them was actually pretty dark when he sat down to think on it. And it could have very well ended his life had he not been attacked out in the open. He was silent for a while staring out into the horizon. He shook his head and returned his gaze to the sleeping children by young Remus' side. He sighed.
"When asked about them I usually make up a story. The truth of it is uncomfortable for me to tell so.. for now I will give you a short hand version of it." He sat back down. This time he poured himself some of the Sacean drink in his former tea mug.
"Once upon a time... there was a man. This man liked children. He liked children so much... he would simply take them. These kids were never seen or heard from again. At least not alive.. sometimes bodies showed up. But he had a lot of money.. and a lot of powerful friends. But the people knew... what he did. One day he tried to take my sister..." His eyes were tired from staring at the fire, so he kept his gaze onto his cup. His mind started to relive the moment from his point of view. How he fought hard with his wooden sword to keep this man from taking his sister. Who was smaller then him at the time. He recalled the tossed basket of groceries strewn about onto the muddy floor. He remembered how this man claimed that the children were his property. Branded slaves. He remembered how much he screamed for help, how hard he held on to Mila's hand. His short sentences were slow and slightly monotone. He spoke as if he were in a trance.
"I was a boy at the time.. just learning how to swing a wooden sword. But I swung it as hard as I could until he let go of my sister's arm. I pulled her to safety. But not before.. he hit me with something... A weapon of some kind... I think it was magic..." His mind recalled the blinding white light, he raised his arms up, then searing pain on his face, Mila screaming, and his parents yelling off in the distance. He paused. He took a drink. Even after all of these years the truth of that incident made him uncomfortable. After a long moment of silence, he spoke again.
"I woke up a few days later at home. My sister was unharmed. The healer said I was very lucky." He stared long into the now half empty cup. He sighed again and finished the rest of the drink.
"My parents told me a bunch of townsfolk saw the whole thing. And they fought back. That man was never seen in that place again.. but.. I think he is still out there somewhere." Or his base of operations is. He clenched his fists. That incident sparked Duma's long standing hate towards all think bandit related. He hated the slave trade and human trafficking. He had seen enough of their damage to the women and children he would sometimes rescue from their clutches.
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jun 26, 2015 23:23:24 GMT -6
Perun cleared his throat after Duma made his peice about loss. "Perun would much rather be being someone else with Mokosh and child." Perun ran his fingers through his beard from the chin up wiggling his fingers through the bristly hair. Before he had begun his recent string of mercenary work, he hadn't spoken of Mokosh since a few weeks after her death. Now, in such a short span of time, she seemed to have become all he had thought about. In truth, he thought about her much more than the baby. Most people he had talked to about their children had told him that there was nothing like the loss of a child, and that may have been true had he ever known the baby. However, he did know Mokosh, and any time Perun needed a reference for an empathy, her face appeared in his mind.
Perun sat quietly as the scarred swordsman described the painful memory left on his mind like the scars on his face. It was disgusting to hear. Is this what money was? An excuse to do something wrong in plain sight? There were things Perun found disgusting about the 'civilization' on the outside of his valley. A man like that would not have gotten past his fifteenth spring without waking up one morning with an axe in his head.
"Perun is thinking you should not have been going through as young men. Perun is thinking it is monster like these that make men like us necessary. Without us, monster would be walking free." Perun thought for a second before saying, "It is good thing when people are defending each other."
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Post by Duma on Jun 27, 2015 19:08:47 GMT -6
"No one should have ever gone through that. Or through what those kids had been going through. What's worse is that that sort of thing still happens. As long as people can make a profit off of it.. It just.. aggravates me to no end." He was shaking lightly with anger. He stopped talking for a moment and tried to calm himself. He calmly took some deep breaths and recalled some mantra's in his mind. After a while he felt calm enough to keep talking.
"Yes. I think... the world needs people like us. It might even need a few more of us." He turned to look at Perun.
"I.." He sighed then shook his head.
"It.. has been some time since I've come to talk about my issues. And it seems.. I still need more work to help... make myself better. Talks.. like this help strengthen my resolve. Make me remember why I still travel. Perhaps this journey with the priest and his family will do us some good. Defending.. is good. But so is healing. There.. is something to be learned from this journey." He got up and dusted himself off. Although his body was calm his mind wasn't. He felt the urge to swing his blade around at the training dummy. He would probably pretend the dummy was that man from his past. He would probably be forced to go through several dummies.
"I thank you for sharing your story with me. Sometimes.. it is nice to hear a wise word from an elder." He paused. Then ran his hand through his hair.
"Sorry.. No.. you are not an elder. You are a friend." He turned to face Perun.
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jul 5, 2015 22:04:21 GMT -6
Perun adjusted his legs, and then readjusted them. He had tried to sit in a fashion similar to the one taken by Duma a moment before, but that was clearly not a way that his legs were meant to bend. His legs were only supposed to bend in one way, and that was the usual fashion a man would bend his legs when they walked. Yes, the backwards rotation of the joints in one's knee, in order to propel yourself forward. That was the kind of bending Perun could get behind.
Perun nodded, "Yes, it is not being good for a man to be keeping his feelings all inside of his chest. People are always being more afraid of what they are feeling than what is being give them feelings. If you are being need someone to be speaking with, Perun is a man here Doom-ha." Perun did not stand up, but he did stretch his legs in front of the fire. He didn't understand the point of the fire, it was no where near cold. These people needed to get some more fat on their bones or hair on their skin.
Perun scratched one of his eyelids delicately, and then looked at Duma again. He smiled, "Do not be being worried Doom-ha. It is not insulting to me to be being called old man. It is meaning that Perun is not being dead. Reaching as many springs as Perun is having is not easy when you are in all the trials. When Doom-ha is making it to that edge, it will be big." Perun stood and clapped Duma on the back.
Then Perun took in a deep breath. "So what is Doom-ha's favorite place he has ever been going to? Perun is very much liking the way Sacae is looking."
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Post by Duma on Jul 6, 2015 14:32:09 GMT -6
“Thank you Perun. I believe you and I will have many more conversations as our journey progresses. But you are right. It is not good to hold in all of these emotions. They cause.. distractions.” The swordsman shook his head. He then rolled his neck and shoulders a bit. There was a light cracking noise as he did so.
“We will see if I make it to your age Perun. All that I know is if I die sooner than my elder. Then my elders have every right to smack me once they reach the here after. This was something my grandpa would tell us so we would be cautious of our surroundings and not die. But alas.. so many of the family had gone before him. Perhaps his hands would be too sore once he gets to me.” He chuckled lightly. Duma hoped his humor would not be lost on Perun. Then again Duma wasn’t much of a joker, he would try to tell jokes, only to have them fail, and he would be left explaining the joke. Mila had the same problem too. But for some reason when they told jokes to one another, they would laugh.
“My favorite place? Hmm.. that’s hard for me to say. Each place has it’s fair share of good and bad. I’ve been to so many places it is hard to pick one.” He put his hand to his chin and thought for a moment. Perun voiced his opinion on Sacae, so the swordsman just went with that.
“Sacae is beautiful. In Spring, the sea of grass pretty much erupts into a brilliant flash of colors from the flowers. Sometimes waves of butterflies would come in and add to the brilliance. The nomads see this as a sign from mother earth and have a celebration in her name. But Springs and early Summers are also brutal. Violent thunderstorms, unpredictable temperatures, locust swarms.. the list is endless.” He sighed softly.
“As much as I enjoy Sacae, these plains are very dangerous. Especially at night, hence why we have fire and sentries posted at the village gates. Monsters, bandits, raiders, wild animals… literally anything can happen out here.”
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jul 11, 2015 13:30:24 GMT -6
Perun listened intently as Duma spoke about the journey they had at hand, and the differences in Duma's age and that of your standard warrior who'd moved on. Then for no particular reason, Perun lifted his hand to the lower half of his face, and ran his fingers through his facial hair. Gripping his mustache in his thick callused fingers, Perun could tell that the mustache was nearing ridiculous proportions. It had been some time since he had looked in a mirror, and longer still since he had managed to actually shave. His mustache had grown to the point that it almost hung below his chin. His beard had infested his neck just below his jaw, and what used to be whiskers on his cheeks had become almost full cats. Hopefully this job would take Perun to an inn, and there there could be a mirror. If Perun saw his reflection, he would be able to judge if it was time to take a razor to the tangles of orange against his face.
Perun nodded as Duma detailed his thought on Sacae. It was beautiful, as Duma said, each blade of grass a brilliant stroke on the canvas of the plains. He smiled as the long haired swordsman explained the dangers inherent on the plains. Perun spoke up, "The plains are being dangerous Doom-ha, but so is every place. There is nowhere you can be going that you are not close too things that are being dangerous. But you are also not being far from people like Doom-ha and Perun who are as dangerous but for things that are being dangerous." Perun then stood still for a moment looking at the surrounding area.
Then the orange giant looked at the long haired swordsman once more. "Doom-ha, if you were being able to put your sword down, would you be doing it?"
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Post by Duma on Jul 11, 2015 18:57:54 GMT -6
Duma looked over at Perun with a bit of a quizzical expression. He wasn't sure if the orange giant meant if he would put his blade down forever or temporarily. But given the expression on the orange haired man's face he assumed permanently. The swordsman looked to the ground for a moment and closed his eyes.
"You mean.. retire?" He shook his head. This was something he had thought long and hard about once. The day his sister was separated from him he spent many nights staring out into the sky thinking about this very question. His blade could not save her from the rubble, his blade could not stop the cave in, his blade could not bring her back, and yet it was the only thing he could hold on to. One of the few things that helped to push him through those troubling days. Yes he knew the sword could not solve everything, but he would continue to use it to help those around him.
"No. I do not think so. As you said.. danger looms everywhere. I think I will continue to use my sword until the day I die or it is cut off from my body. I pray that I die with my sword in my hands on the field of battle... rather then be confined to a bed as a feeble old man.. or a sick man. They're far to many people that are in my life that I would lend my skill to. Far too many people my past that I continue to fight for. Far to many people that I have not yet met who may need me. Future friends.. possibly a future wife and child. For them I.. will continue to be a swordsman."
Duma sighed softly. He wasn't quite expecting to have such an insightful discussion with the orange haired man. He smiled softly. The man he once knew from the valley would talk to him like this. He would sometimes invite Duma's immediate family over to dinner when the large man had obtained a large game animal of sorts. Usually it was either a boar or a deer. The merchant of his past was a generous old soul who would sit the children down by the fire and talk to them. Impart wisdom on them ask the children questions. Questions about the past, present, future, he would always find a way to get the children to think.
"Perun I am having a small moment of deja-vu. Like.. I have seen this before.. you see the man I once knew would ask me similar questions. Questions.. about what I would do with my life. But back then... I gave him the answers of a child... unwise to the ways of the world. But now.. I think I can give the answer of a man. So, what of you Perun? Do you think you could ever put down the axe or bow? Outside of hunting and chopping wood."
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jul 25, 2015 11:44:36 GMT -6
"You mean.. retire?" Duma asked the orange giant, and was given a nod in answer. Perun recrossed his arms as the lond haired swordsman gave Perun his answer. Perun's face split into a grin as the man detailed the death that he would one day have. It sounded like a philosophy straight from his homeland, the only death one should seek being death with a weapon in your hand. Dying in bed led to an afterlife where you were a servant to the gods, dying on the battlefield meant you would fight alongside the gods at the end of days. If you believed in that sort of thing.
Perun was sure he was not a blood relative of the man Duma had known in the past. If the man was descended from someone in his valley, surely the outside world had affected him as much as Perun had. Back in the valley, questions like this most certainly weren't common. You would never get this personal this quickly with a complete stranger. With Perun, and maybe the other man, this style of talk simply gave him an odd reflection of the intimacy he had experienced at home, even though it was a completely different type.
Perun frowned and flared his nostrils, and then shook his head, "Perun is like Doom-ha, will be dying with a wounded chest. Perun will be keeping fighting even when is not being a reason to, because that is what he is being. A warrior does not be stopping the fight before he cannot keep fighting."
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