Jiro Tezuka
Myrmidon
"Revenge is a terrible thing, served so cold it sickens those that consume it. I am ill from it."
Posts: 16
Profession: Mercenary and Hobbyist Tailor
Affiliation: Tezuka Clan (Former)
Guild: None
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Post by Jiro Tezuka on Dec 28, 2016 19:34:52 GMT -6
"Conflict is inevitable, there is no running from who or what you are; an animal, like the rest of us." ~Unknown
Finally, a chance to show these whelps what being a Tezuka REALLY meant! Before this could go any further, Jiro pulled his hood and face-mask up, hiding his expression aside from the glaring eyes that pierced right to Wei. As the young man charged forward, Jiro had to keep in mind, this was just a boy, but he was to be treated as a man here and now. After all, with all things said and done, he acted in such a way to be treated as one. Watching Wei simply charge forward gave Jiro a chance to weave away from his flurry, dodging to his left, and favoring his right hand now that he saw this kid dual wielded weapons. Jiro's movement was almost considered a sliding dash, as if his body could simply glide across the ground. In reality, he was diving feet first away from the whirlwind of blows those axes were giving. He was NOT about to get minced by some kid with an anger issue. With haste in each fiber of his brain, Jiro began rapidly recalling what to do as he stopped on the ground, quickly getting up to dash forward. He had one option; to jump. Leaping as far as he could, Jiro swung his blade towards Wei's back, swinging from right to left, throwing all of his might into the horizontal arc, his blade trailing towards the ground, due to the high angle it was swung from. Regardless if he landed this blow or not, he would tumble down, and kick backward, trying to level himself to stay on the move, and hit and run this kid. There was no way he was going to let himself get caught in those axes, not even a moment. The entire time, however, during his relentless maneuvers and bounding agile feats, Jiro remained entirely silent, not speaking a word, not saying a thing.
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Garrett
Cavalier
To fight without cause is one thing, fighting with a cause is another, I fight for a cause.
Posts: 24
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Garrett on Dec 28, 2016 19:49:22 GMT -6
Garrett ran outside to see the conflict. He saw the child dual wield two axes while the Myrmidon simply slide right past him. This is insane, someones going to get hurt real bad at this rate Garrett thought as he continued to watch the battle in silence. His hand still on the handle of his sword, he desperately tried to restrain himself to stop the fight. Surely, this Sacaen won't take things too far...right? Garrett thought again.
He then looked and saw Krystal still standing outside the entrance. Garrett ran to her and climbed on. "Krystal, if this duel goes too far, I want you to rush right in there. I can't have that kid get hurt because he said some things that he perhaps didn't mean to say" Garrett said to Krystal softly. Krystal replied with a snort. They then stood from the distance, watching the duel unfold. Then Garrett grinned slightly, then frowned again. Perhaps...these guys can help me when I find the bandit leader that was responsible for destroying my village...that is IF I can convince them to help. He then released his hand from the handle of his sword and just sat, waiting for how the duel will unfold.
He then stroked Krystals head softly. "Don't worry girl, I won't let this duel go too far, like I said, we'll intervene if it starts to get too far. But of course, I don't want either of us to get hurt either, but we can't just sit here and do nothing if the duel does start to get out of control" Garrett then said to Krystal.
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Wei
Brigand
Posts: 144
Profession: Woodcutter/ Spook
Affiliation: Thria
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Wei's Profile
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Wei on Dec 28, 2016 20:09:23 GMT -6
Needles to say this was a bad idea for Wei. The young journeyman charged in, the only way he knew how to fight. With both axes he swung wide and as a result he caught nothing but air. With the dual swing Wei was left off balance. His opponent, trained and agile slashed at the young fighters back. The blade cut a clean line across. The pain shot thought Wei's entire body. It was the first time he had ever felt the pain of a blade. It felt like fire, fire shut up deep in his bones. Gritting his teeth Wei tried to turn around and take a swing at his opponent, but the man was far to fast. Wei attempted to rushed forward in pursuit, but the pain overwhelmed his senses. His vision blurred a bit and Wei was force to stumble backwards. He back ended up hitting the side of the Inn.
"Damn, not like this", spoke Wei to himself. He could feel his life blood leaking from the wound on his back. The blow hurt like hell, but Wei was sure it was not fatal. If it was he would be dead already. Still this dual was over before it even truly started. That very fact bit a Wei's pride. If his father had fought his fight he would not have ended up like this. He was sure that even his none combatant mother could have done a better job. Wei saw himself as pathetic. He was all talk and no bite. He wondered how he survived this long.
Pulling himself of the wall Wei prepared himself for his enemies next attack. He had to be ready to defend himself. If not he was going to bit the big one. "Damn sea pig", spoke Wei as he stared with his crimson eyes. He had no idea what his opponent would pull out of his hat next, but Wei had to do something.
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Post by Mizuyuki on Dec 28, 2016 21:10:44 GMT -6
Traveling was such quiet. Day upon day, along rolling hills in absolute silence. Whispers sounded like normal conversation when immersed in absolute solitude. However, one couldn't thrive on limited supplies, and he'd long since eaten the last meat of his hunts. Game ran scarce when he came closer to smaller segments of civilization. Years of hunting and taught natural game to avoid such environments because of the surplus in hunters. Thus it was, that Mizuyuki found himself staying at one such smaller town. The taverns were cheap, but they had beds and a roof. Really he only needed the bed at this point to take time to really recover from his injuries. Once he'd awoken he was able to sate the other needs. Hunter, and thirst.
Like most inns, they offered basic levels of sustenance. Food and drink, enough to fill his stomach and relieve the quakes pre-preemptively. However once he was done, he'd spent a portion of time further constructing the arrows for his...intentions in the future. Carving out more shafts, binding the feathers, attaching the arrowheads. Simple work, really. Work that allowed the thoughts to drift. Unfortunately, when the mind drifted, it took to prior thoughts. His darkened mood found him recalling precise moments of the attack. Sensations he'd have preferred to leave forgotten. The scent of viscera filling the air, musky with the palpable taste of metallic sanguine fluids that happened to stain the once verdite grass. The faint glow of orange flames lapping up the plains and homes, until charred wood and dying embers remained. His gestures became crisper and more firm. Each shaving from the wood a deeper cut. A stronger carve. It felt like it was becoming harder to reign in.
Despite the mood which plagued him, he'd attained plentiful rest which assisted in his bodies recovery greatly. His color had returned mostly, pale physique once more mending though crimson hued scars still adorned his torso. They were less noticeable however now because of the tattoos covering his body. So it was, that he felt willing enough at-least to indulge in the local towns tavern. If nothing else, but to have food that could be seasoned and cooked beyond his aptitude. So after putting his yukata back on, and attaching his blade's sheath to his hip before resting the blade carefully within, he made for such a place.
His mood continued to darken. As if tainted whispers crept through every crevice of his mind. His desires for retribution becoming visible internally and his imagination propelling thoughts of satisfying vengeance. Darkened gaze however did not convey this. Neutral expression obscured any betrayal of thoughts or connections as he moved for a place where he could simply indulge in a flavored beverage and seasoned meal to take with him before his departure. It seemed...this was not meant to be. For a bout transpired before the entrance. Were this any other day, he might have ignored it. Turned and departed. However, the notion that others disagreements or vengeance, or debts, or what ever prompt they had for fighting, would bar him in any way simply fueled his foul temperament. Quietly, Mizuyuki let one hand rest upon his blade's hilt, fingers slowly coiling around it and gripping it firmly before he began to slowly walk forwards. His wrist cocked ever so slightly to let the blade barely depart it's sheath. The faint click of the blade's hilt parting from the bed allowing him to know that his motions could be swift without resistance from the unsheathing motion.
Without hesitation he walked for the entrance. Even between the duelists if he had to, but his stride would not slow. His gaze fixated purely on the door while relying on peripheral vision and though perfectly calm in demeanor, his entire body primed to retaliate or counter the slightest provocation. From either the ax toting crimson haired child, or the dark clad male he bouted with.
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Jiro Tezuka
Myrmidon
"Revenge is a terrible thing, served so cold it sickens those that consume it. I am ill from it."
Posts: 16
Profession: Mercenary and Hobbyist Tailor
Affiliation: Tezuka Clan (Former)
Guild: None
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Post by Jiro Tezuka on Dec 29, 2016 13:33:45 GMT -6
With his resounding landing, and preparing to strike again, Jiro lowered his shoulders and arms to watch as the stranger walked by. "A shame some people must be blind, without sight, one cannot enjoy this world. Sir! The door is just ahead, you walked through a duel. My apologies if no one made it clear. Folks must be more considerate to the blind." it seemed the ninja had not caught a glimpse of his eyes, and genuinely thought the stranger passing through was blind. He didn't sound condescending or rude in the slightest, really, it was as if he had actually, and honestly meant to inform him. Without further delay, the ninja gave his blade a twirl, gazing onward to the one he was dueling. "I allow you this once to back down, you have potential, but not discipline. Lower your weapons, and I'll lower mine."
This being said, the ninja prepared to dodge once more, squatting down as he readied a jumping attack, but not launching yet, he gave this kid a chance to learn, a chance to analyze and engage. It was a silent teaching, one that most picked up on the battlefield, rather than through books or hours of swinging swords at dummies. It was almost as if he was playing teacher here for a second, and had mentally made this kid his student. For now, he continued to wait, giving an obvious tell with the position of his feet of what his next maneuver was. Perhaps Wei could pick up on this, and if not, oh well.
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Garrett
Cavalier
To fight without cause is one thing, fighting with a cause is another, I fight for a cause.
Posts: 24
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Garrett on Dec 29, 2016 13:56:53 GMT -6
Garrett was confused. He saw the stranger just waltz right through the duel like nothing was even happening. Yesh, it takes guts to walk right through a duel like that...not to mention that he looks very powerful Garrett thought as he released his grip from his sword. He looked at the duelists and sighed a sigh of relief. Come on kid, be smart and realize your defeat, I don't want to get involved in this...Garrett thought.
Krystal snorted slightly at the conflict that was still going on. Garrett brushed her side slightly and smiled. "I know Krystal, but if the kid knows whats good, he might take up the offer..."Garrett said. He then turned his attention toward the stranger that passed right through the duel. He could tell that the stranger looked tough, possibly even though than even Garrett or the Myrmidon that was dueling the child. He patted Krystal on the side as he turned his attention back to the duel. He rested his other hand on the lance that was strapped to side of Krystal. If he learned anything from his parents right before the attack, he knew that while swords were quicker and lighter than axes, he knew that lances were more versatile and more deadly than the blade. He rested his hand on the lance in case he still needed to step in for the child. "Granted, he's certainly more honorable than the bandits that destroyed my village back in Bern, but he would still be just as cruel if he insisted on keeping up this duel with the child..." Garrett said silently.
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Wei
Brigand
Posts: 144
Profession: Woodcutter/ Spook
Affiliation: Thria
Affinity: Ice
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OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Wei on Dec 29, 2016 15:36:53 GMT -6
Things were looking bad for Wei, and that was putting it lightly. He had taken a shot to the back and he was bleeding out. He needed to have that wound mended as soon as possible. However things went from bad to worse when another man stepped out from the inn and into the middle of the dual. Wei was not a psychic or a mage, but even he could tell that this guy was strong, or at least looked strong. To be honest it was probably that tattoo that gave him the willies, but Wei was already bleeding out so fear came easy to him. His opponent had spoken to the man. It seemed like the guy was not listening to him, but then he turned and asked him a question. He gave Wei a out, and one he would take. Wei was not going to die in some back alleyway in Sacae. He was going to become somebody great. Pride felt good, but it was not worth his life.
"I will remember the lesson", spoke Wei as he placed his weapons inside of his belt. The axe's shaft slid down the metal rings and the blades themselves hung over there edges. The ring sheath was a brilliant invention. Wei had to thank the men of bern for inventing it. Rather than sit and wait for the swordsmen to make a move Wei began to pull back toward the street. He wanted to get away from the new guy and the man he was fighting before soon a possible. People were fickle at times and Wei knew better than to be around a fight injured. His first priority would be to heal up his wounds.
"So this is....", spoke Wei realizing he was indulging his bad habit again. Stopping himself from speaking Wei turned his thoughts back into his mind. So this is the pain of a blade, Wei thought to himself. He needed to remember it. It would serve him well and remind him of his new favorite enemy.
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Post by Mizuyuki on Dec 31, 2016 20:03:01 GMT -6
"Folks must be more considerate to the blind."
Presumptions. Visage betrayed naught, though within dark intent did stir. Mizuyuki paused mid-step, foot grating ever so lightly along the dirt audibly crunching it below his stride. His poise remained, gaze angled downwards with the base of the door now visible to him. His head craning slightly to visibly discern the man clad in sable garb, shaded like the starless skies which occasionally blanketed the skies of Sacae. What was it? His tone perhaps? It was one of genuine intent. No deception slathered within a single word. Was it purely the assumption that worked away so maddeningly within churning processes internally, that drove him to his actions? Within his thoughts, poisoned whispers not his own swept through. Like a faint breeze that brought the fetid presence of morbid actions. Restrain further removed, he barely felt the restrain while pale digits tugged almost instantly to his blades hilt. In a single swift gesture he'd whipped his arm seamlessly while the near melodic sing-song grating of his blade extracting from it's sheath punctured the hanging silence not a moment after the two men discussed the closing of their duel.
He had listened to the speech of the man shrouded in cloth. His words gave away his origin, and Mizuyuki needed not to see him to understand his accent. The boy with red hair spoke with a tone foreign to the people of the plains. The children of Hannon did not harbor a tone like his. They did however, harbor one akin to the sword wielding duelist. This man drew steel upon a child. Armed or not. This man, had drawn the blood of a child. In that moment, his mind burned with recollection. Unpleasant, and deceptively intended. That familiar scent. Before distant gaze danced flames that engulfed his past, present and future. Familial ties lay broken before him, like a fallen lark. How it seethed within.
Malice ate away at every fiber of his perception. As if a veil would cast upon his gaze without a moments hesitation were he but to close his eyes for a second. The within his grip rested in a perfectly parallel angle, tip pointing towards the Sacaen who'd been dueling moments ago. Mizuyuki's gaze leveling upon him entirely, expression dark beyond compare in contrast to his previous one. Pale digits fully curled around it while he spoke in a low tone, voice faintly stained with a rasp from a lack of speech for several days. His poise remained perfectly normal otherwise, as if still prepared to walk into the tavern.
"Men of Sacae should not draw steel upon a child."
There was a severity to his tone. Unyielding. A weight that implied seldom room for alteration. His left hand rested firmly yet upon his sheath while he let his grip rest perfectly even upon his blade. In his perception. Within his visual focal point of the world, was currently a small sphere. Within it, was only himself, the other Sacaen, and the crimson haired youth. All else fell to dust with the amount that it commanded his attention, and Mizuyuki seemed to tone all outlying presences out.
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Jiro Tezuka
Myrmidon
"Revenge is a terrible thing, served so cold it sickens those that consume it. I am ill from it."
Posts: 16
Profession: Mercenary and Hobbyist Tailor
Affiliation: Tezuka Clan (Former)
Guild: None
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Post by Jiro Tezuka on Jan 2, 2017 1:51:24 GMT -6
"As interlopers should mind themselves, especially after intervening to an ended conflict. Your eyes may not be blind, but you seem to still be in the dark about when and where to jump into things." Jiro retorted to the stranger, placing his iron sword back into its scabbard. He didn't have much time for this guy, really. He needed to get this kid some help. Approaching Wei, and taking off one of his two sashes, Jiro began to wrap the silken belt around his midsection, right near where he'd caused the horizontal wound. Cinching it on tight, as to help control the bleeding, he forced his hands under the kid's arms, and attempted to hoist him up. In that time, he'd gazed on to see a few others just... watching. Jiro began to formulate a plan.
He scanned the crowd as quickly as he could to find a face that seemed semi-willing to do what he asked. Garrett, at the time, seemed a perfect candidate. "You there. Would you be so kind as to find the local apothecary, or perhaps cleric? I'll see to it whatever bill is paid for the child's recovery." With his command out, Jiro turned his attention to Wei directly. "You fought well, for however short our duel was. I'll show you some simple strategy, if you wish me to. You could do well with the training, but please; mind your temper in Sacae. Disregarding the white knight over there, most men would see to it that another would die before dishonor." From enemy to possible instructor, Jiro was willing and capable of alternating roles with what he'd set out to Wei before. People like him were hard to come by, and the last surviving Tezukan son would need all the help he could get, bar the new interloper. One thing he couldn't stand, despite his honor code, were those that senselessly tried to interrupt another's business in the name of ethics. Besides, in his clan, Wei would be a man by now, and fully responsible for these sorts of things happening to him.
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Garrett
Cavalier
To fight without cause is one thing, fighting with a cause is another, I fight for a cause.
Posts: 24
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Garrett on Jan 2, 2017 22:31:36 GMT -6
Garrett looked on as the duel ended with the lone man telling the Myrmidon something. That was when Garrett was brought back by the same Myrmidon asking him to find a healer. Garrett nodded and then said "Y-yeah, right away!" He then got off Krystal and pulled out a single Vulnerary and handed it to the child. "Take this, it'll help numb out the pain while I try and find a healer in town" he said as he then climbed back up on Krystal and galloped off to find the apothecary. A true Sacaen...he spared the child. I was afraid I would have to had intervene if he didn't Garrett thought.
Arriving at a church, he saw what he could only assume was the priest of the town. Garrett climbed off Krystal and went up to the priest. "Sir, we need your help. A childs been injured during his duel and needs help immediately. I gave him a vulnerary to help dull out the pain, but I feel that it would be best if you could help him out as well" he said to the priest. The priest nodded as he climbed up on Krystal behind Garrett. "Very well...bring me to where the child is and I can see what I can do" the priest said.
Krystal rode back to where the duel happened and helped the priest get down. The priest picked up his heal staff and raised it above his head to use on the child. "This should help with the bleeding son...just be more careful please?" he said with a sigh. He then turned toward Garrett as Garrett merely dropped two gold coins into the preists hands. "This should cover the costs sir...thank you" Garrett said with a smile.
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Wei
Brigand
Posts: 144
Profession: Woodcutter/ Spook
Affiliation: Thria
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Wei's Profile
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Wei on Jan 4, 2017 20:28:50 GMT -6
Pain, shame, and death, the three things that no one wants to experience. Warriors, in the sense of men and women who fight in wars, embrace pain. It is a normal part of battle. Death and Shame however are shunned. No warrior wants to die a failure and shame is some times to painful to live with. Wei on the other hand, had embraced none of these. Pain was, well pain. Shame was what he was feeling now, and death was the terrifying presence that hung over him. Wei had escaped with his life, but forced to live with the shame of retreating from battle. This shame marked his soul and his mind as he swore to one day gain his vengeance. However the young boy was not far from death. The wound on his back was still bleeding and he had no way of stopping it himself. Th would was not fatal, but it could easily become that.
"Here take this", spoke a man clad in heavy armor. At first Wei was going to reject it. He had no idea who this man was, nor did he understand why the man would care about him. However the pain from his wounds and his desire to live forced him to accept the gift. It was simply a bit of herbal medication, but it would be enough to stop the bleeding. That was enough for him. Wei attempted to apply the material as best he could. Once again the wound was on his back. However help arrived before he could finish. The very same man who had given him the medicine had also brought a healer. With the wave of a staff the wound that threaten Wei's life vanished and the young man was standing before them as goon as new.
"Thank you", spoke Wei as he looked up toward the knight. The angle of the sun was just right to give the riding knights the look as if the light itself radiated off the rider.
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Post by Mizuyuki on Jan 10, 2017 10:13:53 GMT -6
Mizuyuki's hand slid to the base of his sheath as he embedded his familial blade swiftly. A nearly sanguinary hint to his chuckle at the dark clad male's words. The grating of metal while his blade entered the sheath punctuated by the click when the guard met the entrance to the sheath, Mizuyuki's hand rested upon it for but a moment longer even as he took a few steps past the men once more towards the door of the inn. Murderous intent quelled, albeit it briefly as the light humming of the blade's taint still reverberated within his mind. It was still a plagued affair. As if the faintest of insects idled within unimpeded to irritate as it could. A scratch, unable to itch, that would only grow. How it led his hand to twitch. Fingers still tightening upon the hilt of his blade as if to unsheath it again. Still, unless provoked he could stay his hand. His foul mood was faultless of the knight, the young ax toting boy, and the man garbed in sable fabrics. His gravel tone stained with amusement, something he almost felt grateful for.
"I mind you, as the wolf mind's the hare. Heh."
Though with the motion by others to tend the crimson haired youth's wounds, he took the time to shift towards the door. His hand still idle upon the hilt of his blade even while he moved for the mass of wood that bared him from a series of varied choices in meal he would not be able to indulge in for some time prior. Perhaps, depending on their custom, he could even procure some of the seasonings in this town. It would at-least make the game taste better, once cooked. Blandness in cooked meat was all he'd become used to.
Though the conversation of the others caught him even as his left hand out-stretched to grip for the latch. Turning to gaze more for Wei, Mizuyuki spoke audibly enough to be heard, if only just that.
"The rabbit is correct. In Sacae, seldom will someone intervene on a duel. Unless they know themselves capable of combating both. Combat to the death is common."
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Wei
Brigand
Posts: 144
Profession: Woodcutter/ Spook
Affiliation: Thria
Affinity: Ice
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Post by Wei on Jan 24, 2017 8:56:44 GMT -6
"Alright I am done here", spoke Wei as he began to leave the town. Today he had learned a valuable lesion. He had heard before that the saceans were savages and to be honest he did not believe the tales. Even now he did not think them savage. There was no savagery in what happened. Everything was well organized and followed a strict tradition. There was no slaying of goats or drinking of any kind of blood. No it was civilized, but that did not make it any less cruel. The difference in skill between them was clear and the difference in physical ability was clear. There was no mercy involved and the social situation forced Wei to participate in it. He would remember it all very clearly for the future. He was not ready for sacae, but he was sure that one day he would. That Wei vowed in his heart. One day he would return and one day he would gain his vengeance.
Lets see if Lycia has more favorable training grounds, thought Wei to himself. He knew there was a whole lot of monsters in Lycia. Though he had to wonder if he was better off staying in sacae. The beast of Lycia were just as fearsome as the plainsmen. The only thing he did not have to worry about was the bit of a blade. However the mark of a fang and the sharp pain of claws were just as real threats. Wei had his work cut out for him. He wanted to be a Legend and to stand above others. He anted to reached the top of both fame, fortune, and respect. However no one told him how fearsomely steep that path was. Wei was starting to learn that for himself. Sacae was but a first step upon many future goals. Hopefully Lycia proved to be a better teacher.
[Wei exits thread]
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Jiro Tezuka
Myrmidon
"Revenge is a terrible thing, served so cold it sickens those that consume it. I am ill from it."
Posts: 16
Profession: Mercenary and Hobbyist Tailor
Affiliation: Tezuka Clan (Former)
Guild: None
Profile: Jiro
OoC Alias: Jiro
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Post by Jiro Tezuka on Feb 4, 2017 16:33:29 GMT -6
"Be wary with your tongue as those are wary with their blades. A wrong draw and one may find themselves in more trouble than it is worth." Jiro admitted that the wayward traveler who's sickly and prickling words seared his mind, that same man had the look of skill about him, as if his technique oozed from his very being. Jiro could not match this, not yet. The ninja myrmidion watched as Wei left, not bothering to do any further damage or give any further instruction. The kid just didn't seem to want it. but it was time to give credit where credit was due. Turning to the man who'd called the healers and allies over, Jiro spoke directly.
"You saved a young man from death, though it may be at my hand the wounds were caused, my thanks regardless. You are not ill minded, so as a token of my thanks, I give you this." Jiro reached into his shirt, handing Garett a small card of sorts, stamped with strange letters, those foreign symbols being 'オークはそれがオークであることを知っている'. "This card is a motto of my people. It has no inherent power, but it is a memento of this time. Cherish it, throw it away, I do not care. I cannot spare coin, but I may spare knowledge. The card roughly translates to read... 'The oak knows it is an oak', and that simply means that you must know who you are at all times, and not what you wish to be. Know both and you will be unstoppable." Jiro went off on his own way, blade sheathed, and without sound in his steps. That myrmidion was a strange one, and his presence was quickly fading, as if his very being was disappearing at once. If anyone wished to talk further to him, now would be the time.
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Garrett
Cavalier
To fight without cause is one thing, fighting with a cause is another, I fight for a cause.
Posts: 24
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Garrett on May 8, 2017 21:45:04 GMT -6
Garrett held on to the card that the swordsman presented to him. True, it wasn't gold, but it did contain a very valuable lesson that he could learn. "Thank you swordsman, I'll be sure to remember this" he said as he put the card into his satchel. He then climbed on Krystal as he made her gallop away from the area.
"Well Krystal, I think overall, we did well...We managed to help end a feud without claiming a single life and we gained valuable knowledge. Lets keep going...I must get stronger too just like the young lad" Garrett said. Krystal replied with a snort almost to say that she agrees with him. With a smile on his face, Garrett looks back at the area. I hope that I'll still remember it though...Not to mention Garrett thought as he then took back out the card with the strange symbols on it. It may look like nothing now, but I have a feeling that following a philosophy like this can bring results of some kind...But I must get stronger...It was a miracle that me and Krystal managed to survive this long on our own. I will not die, I will keep on living! Garrett thought. He then put the card back in his satchel and commanded Krystal to move faster into the sunset. "Perhaps, we will meet again young swordsman...Until then, I can only wish you along with the young lad good luck on whatever it is that you do..." Garrett said mostly to himself.
(Garrett exits thread)
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