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Post by Duma on Sept 2, 2015 13:05:57 GMT -6
Duma sighed softly as he made his way through the street crowds and towards the pub. He pulled his cloak closer to his body as the cold was now starting to make it's presence known. He felt as if his energy was being sapped with each step. There was a light growl from his stomach that did not help alleviate the cold situation. But he looked at the positives, he had a job, he met up with a friend, and soon he'd have both warmth and food. He managed to find the pub he spied earlier and went in. The prices inside were reasonable and the stew of the day had sheep in it. Something that he considered to be a bit of a bonus. He took a spot by the bar and ordered a bowl.
The air in the pub was warm thanks to the large fire pit. He caught a few curious glances from some of the more seedier patrons of the bar. He ignored them. His meal of stew and a small piece of bread was brought to him. And the swordsman started to eat. His mind wandered to the thoughts of the future job. And to what had possibly brought the Killuan to seek Illian aid. The situation with Eturia must be grim. His mind continued to think about things. He wondered how the tribes he met were faring. As much as he wanted to avoid all things Eturian he could not ignore the advances of the prophet's army into Sacae. He heard rumors that Sacaean tribes were starting to rally and organize somewhere. Once my job here is over.. I'll think i'll track down the Qazvin..
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Oct 14, 2015 8:44:59 GMT -6
With company in tow, Ravvus made his way to the pub. He was met with a familiar scent of alcohol and freshly cooked food. Sparing no time, he took a seat next to Duma and ordered something to placate his hunger. The two shot the breeze for a time, exchanging stories of their adventures, cracking the occasional light-hearted joke, and touching upon other naturally occurring topics. It dawned on Ravvus that the tavern scene was a good fit for Duma. Perhaps almost as good a fit as the occupation of swordsman. The green-haired man seemed to relax in pubs. His stoney facade crumbled and cracked to reveal softer features. Or perhaps Duma's behavior was just a result of Ravvus' influence. Perhaps it was not the tavern, but the mage himself who elicited such warm responses. Ravvus did not know.
The two spent an evening there with the company of Evelyn and the short-tempered woman. Once their time of liveliness had ended, they retired to the upper levels of the tavern. On the next day, they arose early, met with Gavrilova, Anton, and, surprisingly, Ivan. As it stood, Luba had put Anton in command of the expedition, and enlisted the services of Ivan. Ivan, who had, apparently, been a rather skilled gaea sage at some point in his youth, would assist with the uncovering of the Killuan's cavern. Ravvus was surprised to learn the new information. In all of his time working with the guild, this was the first he'd heard of Ivan's skill in anima.
Shortly before leaving, the mercenaries were joined by their employers. A pair of Sacaen twins, Kinh'lua and Kish'lua. Kish'lua, the younger of the two, was the heir apparent to the Killuan tribe. Armed with a bow slung across her back, Kish'lua was mute and communicated through a series of hand gestures and odd looks with only Kinh'lua. Kinh'lua, the elder of the two, and the speaker for Kish'lua, kept a lethal, custom wo dao upon her hip. She had a 'no-nonsense' air about her, keeping her sword hand close to her weapon, and speaking briefly, yet eloquently. Their was an air of mystery to the two tribesman, something which unsettled Anton.
Once everyone was ready, the group of motley sell-swords departed. Their's was a mission to preserve culture, to save the history of a people. A noble pursuit, one that few of them were truly worthy of.
[End Thread.]
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