Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Jul 30, 2016 9:06:13 GMT -6
The nice thing about Bern was that there were a number of places with very nice roads. Roads lay with stone, made hundreds of years ago, that still worked better in the present than many newer dirt roads. These type of roads made the most satisfying sound in the world when a horse walked over them, and the heavier the house the nicer the sound. At present, the horse that walked it was one of the heaviest and strongest in Elibe, at least that he or his rider had ever seen, and the sound of his steps sang far and wide. He was Thunder, a Sacaen patterned horse the size of an abnormal Bernese Charger. He was almost fully Lycian. He actually looked quite a bit like Cen in that regard, the man had the hair and eyes of a Sacaen, was taller than even the giants of the mountain land, but was in fact a farm boy from Cornwell in Lycia.
Both Lycians with mongrel appearance slowly made their way down the old stone road, heads turning to take in their surroundings. The sun would be setting in a few hours, and supposedly there was a small farming village close enough that Cen and Thunder could reach it before the sky was awash with a melody of hues between blue and indigo. Thunder lifted his head and the young rider made a quick decision. He kicked his heels against the horse's sides, and Thunder broke into a gallop without hesitation. The clop against the road grew louder and fiercer as the young man atop the saddle howled into the evening sky. They'd make it to the village in no time at all.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Jul 31, 2016 20:09:33 GMT -6
Guinevere found herself in Bern. She felt defeated. Rayl was off being a politician and Richter was in a jail cell. And there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't like feeling helpless, and yet here she was. She didn't know why she had chosen Bern. She didn't care about their rebellion, though she heard it was just about over now. Maybe she hoped to stumble upon some miscreants that she could take some of her frustrations out on. Or maybe it was just because she had never been to Bern before.
Regardless, here she was. And it was getting late. Thankfully, Gwen had just come upon a village. From what she could tell, this village had avoided most of the fighting. That was good. While she could probably use something to help express her frustration, she had to admit that she was growing tired. Making her way to the Inn, she booked a room for the night. She laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling and losing herself in her thoughts.
After a while, she got back to her feet and made her way back onto the streets. She left her weapon and armor in the room. There was no need to potentially start a fight. Plus, no armor allowed her to wear a dress for the first time in... well she didn't know how long. But it was nice. Gwen loved being a soldier, but it was nice to have some time to just be a girl as well. As she walked down the road, she heard a rumbling in the distance. It sounded like a horse running towards the village at full speed. She prayed it was simply someone coming here to rest for the night. She was in no mood to be fighting in a dress.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Aug 4, 2016 21:07:48 GMT -6
It wasn't long at all before Cen and Thunder had managed to close the distance to the village. As the line of houses came into view, the young rider slowed the horse as best he could, and lowered himself from his position of standing in the stirrups to actually sitting in the saddle. He also stopped whooping up a storm, and simply smiled as the massive horse went from a full tilt o a nice and humble trot. The horse was incredibly dramatic, almost as if he'd had some stories of knights on valiant steeds and decided he'd fit the latter description by keeping his neck straight and making every step a decisive stomp.
One of those decisive stomps came next to a well in the little village, and that was a stomp that brought the horse to a halt. In a smooth motion, Cen brought his right foot out of the stirrup and swung it over the horse's head, then slid down to the ground. Thunder turned his head to follow his rider as the young Cornwellian cranked the well to raise the bucket held at the bottom. Cen sat down on the edge of the well once it was up, then lifted the bucket to his face, touching its brim to his lips. Tipping the bucket up, he only managed to get about a mouthful in before a lot more of the water rushed around his face and wet his hair. Lowering the bucket then, he saw that there was about half left. With two steps, Thunder was next to his rider, and nudged his shoulder with his big white nose. Sighing, but with a wide grin, Cen held the bucket out and let the horse drink the rest of the water at a rapid speed. Then the former squire let the bucket back down into the well. He made a mental note to find a mayor or someone similar of the little town, and then to thank them for the water.
Standing up, he pushed his now wet lime hair out of his face, and wrapped Thunder's reins twice around his wrist. The sun was nearing its most beautiful level in the sky, the place just before sunset, where everything beneath it looked eerie. An inn could wait, he decided.
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Post by Alexander on Aug 5, 2016 22:02:16 GMT -6
Bern. It was almost as hot as Sacae, if not hotter. At-least it had Mountains. And Trees. He was pretty sure it had more rocks too. In-fact, where as Sacae was more what he'd expect a grassy version of Nabata to be, from the description of it; Bern was literally like Ilia with more unpleasant weather. Instead of a reliable cold wind here or there, it was warm and oppressive. The retreating sun made it a bit easier though, oppressive yellow rays descending into a mixed series of crimsons and even violets as the darkened veil of night attempted to crest the far side of the sky.
Alexander was not used to wearing light clothing. A thin white tunic that barely obscured his upper torso with the single weave of fabric; and light brown trousers. There were now black leather gloves upon his hands, shielding his fingers and knuckles and wrists from cold wings. No heavy furs and thick cloak draped upon his shoulders. It felt as if he was nude, wearing so few layers. He trudged through Bern, with the faint sound of paddling paw-steps from the sizable Gray Wolf which trailed behind him. Fernus. Large for his age, and probably a definitive opposite of Alexander to his siblings. He was a bit thinner than his brothers, younger and older.
The Ilian Duo moved closer to civilization, arriving at the Bernese farm-town quietly. A man toting two blades, one at his hip, and the other along his back, with a pack pinning the sheath between his shoulder blades. A hand-and-a-half at his hip, and a longsword on his back, two daggers resting tied to his legs just above his boots. Scratching idly at the stubble along his chin, the dark haired youth gazed at the small clusters of farmers dotting the distance. Most gazed at the boy roaming with the wolf, before drifting their gaze to the canine specifically. An ungolved hand wove through thick tufts of white fur as he stuck close by Fernus. Most of the world didn't understand that a wolf could be a companion. Most were too faint of heart to have ever attempted it. He would not judge the mice though, for being mice. Instead, he would simply move on. First however...
What in the hells is that...?
The thunderous cacophony of hoofs colliding with stone rode drew his attention. It wasn't exactly hard to find the source. The absurd horse rushing down the road leading up to the farming village. By this point, Alexander was in the town as the knight came rushing in. With one hand instincively resting atop his bastard sword, he gazed quietly to the man that moved to approach the well.
If I'm going to get directions...I guess it's best to ask someone traveling as well.
It was certainly something he needed. He'd just been roaming, and living off the land. Wasn't advantageous for finding work. Approaching quietly, the Ilian chimed in as the man half-drown himself with a bucket of water.
"Excuse me. You familiar with Bern perchance?"
The quiet snap of Alexander's fingers drew Fernus to his side directly, before the large wolf sat down. His fingers once more combing through the wolves fur, but now to ensure that it stayed at his side. The last thing he needed, was the size of this large steed enticing it to attempt and acquire a surplus of food. Especially when the knight looked apt at combat. That didn't mean Alexander trusted him entirely enough though, to remove his other hand from resting atop the pommel of his blade.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Aug 6, 2016 20:21:42 GMT -6
Guinevere watched as a man aside a large horse came storming into the town. Thankfully, he didn't seem to be attacking, so she didn't have to rush back to the inn and get suited up. Before she had much time to react, another man approached him. This second man seemed to be dressed like a man who was used to the cold. Ilian, probably. He seemed like he wasn't used to dressing for warmer climates. Besides all that, she would be blind if she missed his pet wolf. Now that was something you didn't see every day.
As she stood there, she contemplated heading back to the inn and changing over into her armor regardless. She didn't think a fight was lightly to break up, but if her time in the army had taught her anything, it was to expect the unexpected. The soldier was torn, though. She had so few times anymore to actually feel like a woman that she didn't want to throw it away. In the end, she decided that she'd stay in the dress. Besides, what would be more unexpected than a woman in a dress beating you in a fight?
Gwen stayed away from the two of them, but she kept a close watch. Just in case. For the meantime, she walked around the area and looked at the various shops and whatnot. She had never been to Bern before. It was strange. It felt both so different and so familiar at the same time. She heard the man she thought to be Ilia ask the other if he was familiar with Bern. Seemed like she was right so far. And it didn't seem hostile. Maybe things would be fine after all.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Aug 10, 2016 22:42:49 GMT -6
As he made his way, looking to the sky and the sun, which shed its rays like a shower of rain that instead of conjuring sad memories brought about feelings of hope, Cen felt like he was very small. It was nearly impossible for his deeds that came and went under the sun were in anyway important. The sun had been there for thousands of years before him, and would be after. Maybe that could be seen by some as reason to avoid doing anything serious, but Cen disagreed. If they only people who'd remember you were those that you met, why not make them happy while you were there? The sun improved Cen's feelings in ways other than the light heat that touched his face.
As he was lost in thought, a voice broke in to Cen's mind, one that asked him if he was familiar with Bern. When he looked to see who it was, a man and a wolf stood in front of him. A man, and a wolf, and the wolf was calm, not fleeing the little town that must have struck the animal as a marker of human civilization. From the farm boys experience, wolves tended to avoid humans as best they could, but this one seemed to defer to the long faced Ilian man as well as Thunder listened to the tall Cornwellian. Well, the wolf was probably less spoiled.
"Well, Ah-I guess that depends on how you define familiar. I know the way to the capital and how to get in or out, but that's about it. Where abouts are you lookin' to go stranger?" As Cen was pulled away from his view of the coming dusk, he took in more of his surroundings. For a few seconds, over the shoulder of his conversational partner he spied a woman in a dress, and his eyes focused on her for a few moments. She stood out in the little Bern town as much as the Ilian or Lycian did.
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Post by Alexander on Aug 30, 2016 19:16:12 GMT -6
Well, Ah-I guess that depends on how you define familiar. I know the way to the capital and how to get in or out, but that's about it. Where abouts are you lookin' to go strange.
Alexander gazed quietly at the man for a moment, resting his palm against the pommel of his blade. This was not done as an act of hostility though, but to use it as an arm rest and nothing higher. He was glad that the temperature was dropping with the declination of the burning oppressive sun in the Bernese sky. Well. He had wanted to see what work was available in Lycia. Honestly, Bern wasn't really sellin' itself that great. Sure the wyverns were probably one hell of a fight, and he imagined that the military folk were intimidating..but every other aspect of this place sucked. Well..they had mountains. That was another bonus.
His wolf had moved closer to the well, and was lifting himself up and half way atop it to look down and attempt to get water. Alexander knew that they had both been a bit wanting for it, so he started moving closer to his monstrous canine comrade as he gazed to the knight who had a solid bit of height over him; the wolf near the equally freakishly large horse the knight seemed to have rode in on. His tone was about as gruff as his appearance and the ilian accent made it obvious he wasn't from anywhere near Bern.
"I'm lookin' ta' go ta' Lycia. Somewhere near Laus or Cornwell, honestly. Any idea which direction I'ma need ta' be headin'?
Almost instantly after speaking though, he pulled one of multiple waterskins from around his belt and began to drink from it. The sound of the sloshing water drew the attention of the wolf, and it was only a few moments later that Alexander had it tipped and was slowly applying pressure and tipping it so it would trickle down. The great white beasts maw beneath as it lapped at the water. A bit of a slow process but effective at not wasting water.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Aug 30, 2016 21:35:22 GMT -6
Gwen sighed. None of the shops she had passed had caught her eye. She was disappointed. She had remembered being quite fond of shopping in her youth, but now she couldn't make herself get into it. Unless it was for new weapons or armor, that was. Her military life had really taken over. It wasn't that she minded it, as it's what she had always wanted, but she still felt as though she had lost a part of her former self. That silly girl that ran around with a plastic lance and played at being a soldier had grown into one. But what of that girl had been lost forever?
Guinevere pulled herself from those thoughts at the sound of the Ilian's voice. He had quite a thick accent, but it wasn't entirely foreign. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt she had heard such an accent before. Almost certainly when she was traveling with Richter. She knew she had never met this man before, but perhaps she had met people he had known.
When she realized what he had actually said, she started to walk towards the pair of men. She knew that the Ilian had asked the other man, who might very well be from Lycia, but she wanted to be nearby in case he did't know. She happened to know the exact answer to his question, if he needed it. Gwen had spend enough time in Lycia with Rayl to get a good feel of the geography. However, she didn't want to be rude and just cut in. Instead, she hovered around nearby, close enough to listen but not to seem like she was eavesdropping.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Sept 10, 2016 16:23:12 GMT -6
"I'm lookin' ta' go ta' Lycia. Somewhere near Laus or Cornwell, honestly. Any idea which direction I'ma need ta' be headin'?"
Well that was... an odd voice. The man seemed to have an Ilian accent, but every northerner he had met before had spoken with a less relaxed mouth. Their diction had been sharper. It almost sounded like the man was making fun of Cen's accent with the addition of his own, and that made it sound so odd. Cen shook the thought off. Nobody would mock someone they'd just met, and there was no reason the man would want to make fun of a man he was asking for travel advice. Besides, he'd asked about Cornwell, a subject Cen happened to be an expert on.
"Cornwell! Ah-I'm from Cornwell. You should definitely head there first, it's much nicer than Laus, 'specially around this time of year. If you head down that road, Cen threw his thumb towards the way that he had come, "there's a fork and the right path'll lead to a river. You follow the river and it should lead you to Lycia, into Araphen. Head southeast from there and you can find Cornwell or Laus." He grinned at the man, "But ya should consider Cornwell first."
Looking past the man, Cen was again captured by the sunset. It was amazing that the sky could be so monotonous for the whole of the day and night, but at dawn and dusk there would be a new beautiful combination of hues that shone over whatever mountain or sea that you spied the sun across. It had always been a welcome sight for the farm boy, whose day started before the sun rose, and only ended after it was at rest.
"You should probably rest here fer the night though, sun's more helpful in Bern than a few other places." Cen had noticed the striking woman had come a few steps closer to the pair of men, and Cen decided he'd ask her something quick and simple, "Excuse me miss, you don't seem to be from around here, but would you happen to know a nahce place to watch the sun go down?"
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