Rixsch Flare
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Post by Rixsch Flare on Jul 17, 2015 17:31:53 GMT -6
Rixsch walked along the wide dirt path slowly, his sword sheathed at his side. He thought to himself 'where haven't I checked, yet?' As he walked along this path, he drew his sword, looking at the weathered blade "ugh, I wish I had some money to just replace this rusty old letter opener." He sheathed it once again, returning to his wishful thoughts. He was currently en-route to a small abandoned village, where bandits occasionally rest on their evenings, after they have finished plundering the countryside. He stopped and looked up at the moon that barely lit his way. He only had to travel at night as he was afraid that the few belonging he had would be stolen by highwaymen. Sure, he could fight. But for how long? His blade would surely snap at any given moment.
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Post by Gaston on Jul 17, 2015 19:58:41 GMT -6
OCC: Just to let you know Rixsch you need 250 words to get gold
Gaston had made his way to Lycia. He was in route to go to Bern, but could not pass up the opertunity to stop in the region. He heard some interesting tales about monsters and creatures hunting the homeland of Roland. Most people would be fearful of such tales, but not Gaston. Gaston was the greatest hunter there was, or at least he thought he was. standing a daunting seven feet tall and one inch there where few people taller than he was and his body, perfect in both size and form, was nearly unmatched as well.
Daydreaming, which was a bad habit to do at night, GAston walked down the moon lit road on his way to a nearby city. He had been traveling most of the day, but the sun had went down on hsi journey. Gaston was not tired, nor was his muscles aching so he figured he would keep going. He had hunted in the frozen woodlands of Ilia before under the dim moon light. A forest in this land of country bumpkins and scared old ladies was no threat to him. Though he did pick up on a rumor of bandits resting in this area. Bandits where a common threat in the southern lands, according to all the sources in Ila. Up north they had a few problems, but they where easily dealt with, not by the authority, but by General Winter himself.
"As if common brigands could take me down", laughed Gaston as he walked down the road. It was in that moment that Gaston saw someone in the distance. It was a guy, which was a total let down for him, but he seemed, well to put it in a nice term poor. His weapon looked rusty, which told of improper care, and he looked a bit broke. Well no less than Gaston, but Gaston was a hunter. He did not carry many possessions as it would slow him down, this guy. Well... he could be a hunter. It was possible, though he sure was not hunting with no sword.
"You there on the road", spoke Gaston as the booming man moved to greet the myrmidon.
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Rixsch Flare
Myrmidon
Would I rather wield a keyblade or have one last biscuit?...
Posts: 40
Profession: Wandering Swordsman
Affiliation: Heroes (hopefully, eventually)
Guild: Still searching...
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Red
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Post by Rixsch Flare on Jul 18, 2015 7:01:38 GMT -6
Rixsch noticed the giant of a man calling him the distance, and shivered slightly. Perhaps he had been wrong in his prediction of a road without bandits. He lay his hand on his still sheathed sword, and walked cautiously towards him. He looked him over, he seemed to only be carrying a bow. 'A hunter, perhaps?' He thought to himself. He did seem to have few possessions. The man appeared to grow in size as he got closer, causing Rixsch's breathing to get slightly heavier. If this man did turn out to be a brigand, he would hardly stand a chance against such a hulking beast. He slowed his breathing. 'You cannot be so fearful, or you'll never complete your goal.' He reassured himself. 'Maybe, just maybe, he may be in need of some help.' He stopped and bowed in front of the large man "H-hello, sir, may I be of service?" He grimaced slightly 'what the hell was that?! Anyone brigand would take advantage of someone just bowed right in front of theme!' He shook his head, straightened himself and lay his hand on the pommel of his rusty old weapon again, and looked up at the face of the large man. His knees shook slightly. Rixsch was still a cowardly child, he barely knew how to wield the rusted sheet of metal he carried, so he was inclined to run at that moment, but his good heart told him otherwise. "S-so, do you need anything, sir?"
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Post by Gaston on Jul 18, 2015 9:44:09 GMT -6
OCC: Sorry brah, but your where 2 words off last time. There should be a word counter where you post at to show your word amount. Not sure if it is there for a phone though.
As the young man walked up to him Gaston began to chuckle. "Ha, lad, no reason to be frighten. I am not a monster or a brigand, thought I have to admit I am a marvel of physical form", spoke the archer as he began to flex hims muscles. Gaston was a proud man, too proud to be honest. "However young one I wanted to ask you a question. It was concerning your rusted blade and your reason for being out here tonight. Now first off let me go ahead and let you know I am no guardsmen. Though I have been given myriad of offers to join the ranks of such men. Back to what I was originally talking about. I was concerned with your logic and reason for traveling this late at night. That blade of yours seemed to be in poor condition from what I could see back there and you yourself don't look like the sharpest tool in the shed. Why are you traveling at night time? Don't you know your chance of dying a horrible death is tripped at night."
Gaston was trying to give the kid a pearl of wisdome, but ... well his blunt nature made things very difficult. That and his narcissist personality. Still Gaston had a real worry for the young swordsmen. A rusted blade and a late night, not a good combination. It spelled disaster. What kind of man would Gaston bee if he simply let the boy die. Gaston was perfect and a perfect man does not leave youth to perish in the dark.
"Young lad did your father not tell you to never hunt in the dark alone?"
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Rixsch Flare
Myrmidon
Would I rather wield a keyblade or have one last biscuit?...
Posts: 40
Profession: Wandering Swordsman
Affiliation: Heroes (hopefully, eventually)
Guild: Still searching...
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Post by Rixsch Flare on Jul 19, 2015 2:24:53 GMT -6
Rixsch breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that this man was a brigand. He thought about how he should answer his questions for a few minutes "well," he begun "firstly, comparing me to this dull piece of rust is quite offensive." He stopped. Maybe his cocky nature is starting to come through again. How can he be sure this man isn't a brigand? He shook his head "my reasons for being here tonight are important, I am on a quest that I have failed to complete for several years. I wouldn't even HAVE to go on this quest if it weren't for my failures previously." He then drew his rusted blade "the reason I carry this rusted blade is simple, I have no money to pay for anything better." He looked up at the hulking man "and I didn't have the luxury of my parents giving me pearls of wisdom while I was young. Now I have answered your questions, I will now ask my own. Firstly, if it is so dangerous to hunt at night, why would someone such as you directly contradict that tip? Also, may I ask your name?" Rixsch was now striding around this man with complete arrogance, looking him up and down. His thoughts had turned to figuring out if this man was friend or foe, rather than the protection of his own life or how badly he needed to get on with his quest. His looked at him with a slightly sceptical expression. If this man was truly a brigand, Rixsch would be killed instantly with this pure arrogance directed towards him. He knew that, yet he continued anyway, as when he begins on a speech, he would not stop until he finishes.
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Post by Gaston on Jul 19, 2015 6:14:28 GMT -6
Gaston began to chuckle at the young man's words and actions. "I did not give you my name? Impossible? Unforgivable! Completely irresponsible! The name is Gaston", spoke the hunter as he pointed his thumb toward himself. He let off a cheese smile and began to flex his muscles to show off his strength. "From the far nother comes a individual with such skill, such beauty, and such manliness that none can compare. He is strong, accurate, and over all a very wholesome person. The person is me kid, Gaston, the Winter Archer, The Son of the sun, the Beauty and the Beast. So to answer your first question the reason why I am out hunting at night despite the fact that it is dangerous is the same as my name. I am Gaston", she shouted while flexing his muscles in a masculine fashion. "I live on danger. Like you live on water I live on danger. If I go to long without it I will shrivel up and become a weaker and more pathetic man. It is just who I am. Gaston is a icon and as a result I have to work like a icon. Simply sitting at a tavern and hunting during the day is not what a icon does. A icon hunts that which is dangerous, travels where is dangerous, and when it is dangerous."
After finally pulling himself out of his own self glorification Gaston turned his focus back onto the young lad. "So lad what is your name and what is this quest you are after? It must be important if you are going after it with a rusty sword and with such small muscles. Oh right! I almost forgot. The reason why it is dangerous to hunt at night. Well that is simple you can't see well at night. Sure you gain a advantage over your prey as the light does not give away your position, but you have to remember that you are not the only predator in the woods. Wovles, Bears, and even brigands. You must never let your guard down at night", spoke Gaston. Then as if the man just remembered his own mother's words he stopped and turned around and began to look around in the tree line and bushes. He had been bragging so much and shouting he was sure if anyone around he would have give the two of them position away. "Hmm, might want to switch spots soon", spoke Gaston.
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Rixsch Flare
Myrmidon
Would I rather wield a keyblade or have one last biscuit?...
Posts: 40
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Post by Rixsch Flare on Jul 19, 2015 6:32:05 GMT -6
A drop of sweat rolled down Rixsch's face and dropped onto the floor, 'oh, gods, he is an utter narcissistic show-off.' He thought for a minute 'should I come up with a witty name? Gaston... Gastric juices? No, I wouldn't want to infuriate him, just slightly peev him.' Rixsch looked up once again and spoke "The name is Rixsch (pronounced Risk, btw), and my quest is of the utmost importance, I mean, I know I don't stand a chance fighting with this dull thing, but I heard a group of bandits were resting in this area, and I hope to find my parents with them, for they were kidnapped by a group of brigands several years ago. I walk alone because armies are more focussed on fighting in other countries, but I know that group of bandits lives here, for they spoke with a matching accent." He looked up at the moon "and I know at night most of them would be asleep, so if I can kill anyone on watch without raising the alarm, I could check around and maybe help myself to some loot-" He stopped himself 'oh, gods I have said too much, haven't I?' Rixsch turned to leave "a-and, as you can see, my time is quickly running out, so, I must h-hurry, yes, I must hurry!" He begun walking but hesitated and turned back "u-uh, nice to meet you!" He turned back to the road and begun walking again, waving back towards the arrogant man. He wiped a bead sweat off of his brow.
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Post by Gaston on Jul 19, 2015 14:36:25 GMT -6
"Hold on a second there lad", spoke Gaston as he walked up behind the young man and put his hand on his shoulder. He was kind of small. "Look kiddo ... sorry about that Rixsch. I can't just let you go off and get into a fight with blood thirsty brigands with no back up whatsoever. That kind of action is not only unmanly, but also cowardly. Gaston is neither of the two. I will join my bow to your cause. Be proud, you may one day tell your children that you fought beside the great Gaston." Without another word Gaston pulled a arrow from his back and fired it off into a nearby tree. The arrow hit a squirrel dead in the eye. "See that, that is accuracy and power. You will need that in your fight against the brigands. One man can't stand against a such a group ... well one man that is not Gaston that is."
Without waiting for the boy to give a nay or yay Gaston began to walk in the direction that the young man was going. He had heard enough rumors about this region to make a accurate decision on where there base was. It would not be hard they where bandits after all. Bandits where lazy, sloppy, and meat heads. They would probably hang out in some abandoned house or some kind of already built shelter. They where not architects so he did not have to worry about anything to advance. Shoot the lot probably did not even set up a perimeter. If they did Gaston was sure it was nothing he could not handle. A arrow in the night was silent useful for taking out targets without others realizing they where dead. Yes, Gaston was sure this mission would be a success, especially with him on board.
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Rixsch Flare
Myrmidon
Would I rather wield a keyblade or have one last biscuit?...
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Post by Rixsch Flare on Jul 19, 2015 16:08:00 GMT -6
(XD that reference with the music, though!) Rixsch sighed audibly and ran on ahead to meet this Gaston again "fair enough, if you wanna join, you can, but please, I prefer to stay concealed within the darkness, so keep your narcissistic self proclamation to a dull roar when we're around those dastards. I'd prefer to avoid fighting as much as possible, even with a dead-eyed archer." He said, walking backwards with his arms crossed behind his head. He walked with Gaston for a few silent minutes before breaking into conversation again "so, why are you helping me out? Haven't you got stuff that you'd rather be doing than helping some kid steal some gold and look for his parents?" He said, but suddenly bit his tongue again, his curious nature will surely get the better of him at some point, for he knew that he asked too many questions and will probably drive away most people, but this man seemed driven, as if he was some sort of god in his own mind. Rixsch wanted to be so carefree and happy with himself, but he knew the horrific truth of this world. All men are with strong in some way, or they are dead. He felt that he may be protecting Gaston more than himself due to this thought. He looked up at the clouds and thought to himself. Was he truly ready for this type of job? To constantly thieve from groups of criminals who want nothing more than to slice his throat and watch as his life drained away? He did not know, but he would sure as hell try.
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Post by Gaston on Jul 19, 2015 16:28:08 GMT -6
"Narcissistic", spoke Gaston with a puzzled tone. He had heard the word in the past, but never knew what it meant. He still did not know what it meant so it did not bother him much. "I don't know what this narcissistic word means, but I do know it is not a pleasant word to use. Very cleaver to insult the man who jut volunteered to aid you in your trial of fire. There is no way the big guy with the bow might just decided that hey this kid is not worth saving. Maybe I should tell the bandits and hope they give me a reward instead", spoke Gaston a playful tone. Of course he was not going to do any of that, but the kid needed to know that there was a good and bad way of saying or doing anything. His mother told him that one day followed by the same word. He still needed to look that up someday. "Still I am not that kind of man, nor am I stupid. Stealth is the key yes. Don't forget I am a hunter. Stealth is what we do. Silence is a key element in the hunt. You make to much noise and your prey will run."
After a few mometns the kid asked another important question. He asked why? "Simple", spoke Gaston in a very low tone. The hunter had gotten into hunt mode and was not looking to brag or show off. "Every man has a code and they follow that code till death. My code is to look good and do good. Letting you go off on this fool's mission alone makes me look bad and makes me feel bad. I am helping you to help myself. Doest that make you feel any better", spoke Gaston as he suddenly pulled off the main road and moved into the bushes. "Get off the road we are getting closer to the site. They will be watching the road", spoke Gaston in a hush tone.
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Rixsch Flare
Myrmidon
Would I rather wield a keyblade or have one last biscuit?...
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Post by Rixsch Flare on Jul 19, 2015 18:01:45 GMT -6
Rixsch gritted his teeth "you really shouldn't make jokes like that..." He said as he felt a slight sinking feeling, as though his gut was telling him not to trust this Gaston fellow. He shook his head and returned to his senses. He would not stay so close if he was to signal the bandits. He would go running into the camp making as much noise as possible. Bandits always went for the cheap tactics. However, cheap means easily broken, so Rixsch felt he always had an advantage over his targets. "A-n-y-way, of course I know to go into the bushes, further in the shadows. I may not seem like it, but I'm more of a tactical fellow and prefer to look over a scene and go from there, rather than just rushing into the middle of an enemy camp and start thrashing a blade around. I may be young, but I'm not stupid." He said whilst following Gaston into the bushes. He soon made a small opening between the leaves and looked at the camp, there was a few huts here and there, possibly with bandits or treasure inside. In the middle of the camp was a small campfire, which was quickly dying. He smiled at this 'even better. I'll have a darkness advantage.' Around the campfire was three bandits, all slumped on chairs, snoring away. Clearly those keeping watch were unable to stay awake. Rixsch almost laughed at how easy this looked, but he realised the true reason for his being there. He was there to look for his parents, so sneaking around will not help one bit, he needed to carefully plot who is going to die and in what way. He signalled Gaston, as if to say 'what shall our first move be?'
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Post by Gaston on Jul 19, 2015 18:24:17 GMT -6
Ignoring the comments from the boy Gaston looked at the group of men. It was a true pity that they where asleep. If they had been awake then Gaston and the boy would have had a read advantage. The light from the fire would have screwed there eyes and made it impossible for them to see in the dark. This would be useful With Gaston's bow. He could pick one of them off and then disappear back into the dark. However that plan was down the drain.
Three enemies asleep unknown amount in the hut and even more unknown amount possibly in the forest, thought Gaston to himself. The hunter was not convinced at the three snoozing men were the real guard. You can call him cautious or simply paranoid, but Gaston did not like taking risk. Well risk he knew he could not win. He was sue he could take down a Wyvern and thus he hunted them. However he was not sure if that was all the bandits and thus he did not want to move carelessly.
Turning to the boy Gaston began to whisper. "First we need to take out the ones that are asleep. However I do not want to simply walk over into the camp and try to slit there throats. That is just asking for trouble. We don't know how many of them are in the huts or how man of them could simply be around. So we first need to take care of the ones we do see and know." Gaston pulled three arrows out of his quiver and held them in his hand. "I will go around to the other side of the camp", spoke Gaston as he pointed toward a tree in the distance. "Once I get there I will take a shot at the neck of the first man. Once he is down the other two should probably wake up. "I will then take a shot at the second man. The third man should be confused or panic. Before he gets a word out try to put your blade through his heart. If the plan goes south then retreat back into the forest. The darkness will be your alley and my gran vision will be the only thing they see", spoke Gaston as he moved out into the darkness.
Following the plan Gaston moved around to the other side of the camp. He did not see anybody so he figured it was alright.
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Rixsch Flare
Myrmidon
Would I rather wield a keyblade or have one last biscuit?...
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Post by Rixsch Flare on Jul 20, 2015 1:51:12 GMT -6
Rixsch nodded. Gaston seemed smarter than he made himself out to be. As Gaston moved around to the other side of camp, Rixsch drew his sword and got into a battle position. One arrow fired, straight through the neck of one of the bandits, killing him instantly. The noise caused by this method of death awoke the two others around the campfire, they looked down upon the body of their fallen comrade and widened their eyes before looking into the darkness "who's there, show yaself!" One of them spoke before grabbing an axe by the campfire and resting it on his shoulder. Another arrow fired, hitting one of the bandits in his chest. As the last bandit watched on as his comrade's life drained away from him, he begun to panic. This was Rixsch's chance. As he begun to scream with terror, Rixsch ran and stabbed the bandit straight through, cutting him off completely. As the body of the last watchmen fell to the ground, there was a clatter of metal within the three huts, and a bandit called out "what the 'ell was that?" As one of the doors opened, Rixsch looks at Gaston, much like a deer caught in the path of a wyvern. Rixsch begun to hyperventilate, but he stood his ground, holding his sword towards the door. As the bandit walked out, he looked me over before smiling. "Oh, ho, ho. Its jus' some bloody kid! Didn't ya mother tell ya to not be wanderin' around at night?" "Heh" I answered back "that's quite funny, considering that's the reason why I'm here." "that so?" The bandit spoke back "well, I ain't lettin' ya get ya grubby mitts on my cash!" Rixsch sighed and muttered "it's always about the money" before running towards this bandit, Rixsch's sword arm outstretched to come in for a slice through his torso.
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Post by Gaston on Jul 20, 2015 6:24:35 GMT -6
After Gaston got into position he let lose the first arrow. It was a success, straight through the neck, just as plan. Then he notched the second arrow and this one fired into the man's chest, a mortal wound, but Gaston was not a hundred percent sure the man was dead. However he was down and the kid was able to do his stuff.Now this is where things went south. Rather than pull back into the dark like Gaston said the boy simply sat there as one of the brigands came out of there hut. With the burly man towering over him he began to to do battle with the man.
"You foolish little fool", spoke Gaston as he notched another arrow. What in the world was this boy thinking, thought Gaston to himself. As he moved to shoot the brigand ready to engage the kid Gaston saw the man he shot in the chest get back up. "D#$%", spoke Gaston. He knew that it was not a moral wound, his gut told him so. Instead of firing at the brigand helping the boy Gaston shot a arrow through the back of the recovering brigand's knee cap. "I hope you like being a guardsmen", chuckled Gaston. He had no idea where that joke came from, but it just simply flowed from his mouth. After taking down that guy he turned back toward the kid. He wondered if he was still alive. Sure bandits where stupid, but they where strong. As always bandits are desperate men. They have nothing to loss and they fight like it. If your not careful you can loss your head before you even realize what is going on. Well if your not Gaston that is. There is no way Gaston would loss his head to a shirtless smelly jobless hippie.
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Rixsch Flare
Myrmidon
Would I rather wield a keyblade or have one last biscuit?...
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Post by Rixsch Flare on Jul 20, 2015 9:16:32 GMT -6
Rixsch blocked an attack from the bandit's large axe, nearly collapsing under it's weight. He tried to overpower the brigand's mighty axe, but quickly dropped to his knees, for the bandit's strength heavily outweighed his own. He was still hyperventilating at this point, fearful of his own stupidity and his own death. Sweat dripped down his face, as he begun to think again 'what do I do? Uh... Open spot, open spot, aha!' He noticed the brigand was not protecting his torso or his legs in any way. He rolled back and kicked the man in his stomach with both feet, sending him reeling backwards, before he had time to react, Rixsch rolled back upwards and sweeped his leg underneath the bandit's, knocking him onto the floor and forcing him to drop his axe. Rixsch put a foot on his chest and leaned forward towards his face "brains outweigh brawn, my friend." "that was... Dirty." He said much like a petulant child. Rixsch laughed in his face " that's rich coming from a filthy thief, time to put an end to your heinous crimes!" Rixsch shouted before plunging his sword through his chest. He breathed heavily, and begun to get off of the burly man "well, that was more difficult than I had hoped." Rixsch said, pulling the sword out of the bandit and brushing himself off. He then noticed the collapsed man, groaning in pain. He sighed " you are a persistent lot, aren't you?" Before slicing into his back, ending his suffering. Rixsch smiled over at Gaston before looking over at the hut "I think thats the last of 'em, Gast." He said with his back turned to him, looking over the camp.
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