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Post by Mila on Apr 28, 2018 21:15:38 GMT -6
Just keep up the barrage of rocks Mila. We can do this. He's all the way over there. That's what the sage told herself. She could see him swinging his ax around trying to swat at her rocks away like they were giant flies. Mila thought she had the upper hand. She kept herself calm and focused on the target at hand. She couldn't afford to panic. Panic was the enemy. Panic would only exhaust her quicker. Deep breath in. And Exhale.
But, then the captain did something she had not expected. Yes, she knew Xigshaw, or rather this new hybrid of Xigshaw and June was a magic axe. An axe infused with holy power, but she had not expected it to be manipulated in such a way. The pirate summoned a beam of light and used that as a shield. Suddenly, the captain was charging at her like a bat out of hell! Crap. Can't. Move. The physical limitations of Gaea's spell forced her to stay rooted to her place. And if she were to suddenly stop casting the spell all together and try to move, she'd be hit by all of the exhaustive forces all at once. And that wasn't going to stop him from smacking her after she moved out of the way.
She thought quickly. The battering ram of rocks was doing some damage to the captain's crescent-shaped shield, but it wasn't enough. When the captain was just a few feet from her the sage anticipated that she would be hit regardless. She quickly dropped the little projectiles in front of her. With her other hand, the sage pulled upwards. She let out a groan as she did. The sudden rapid manipulation of the earth hurt her. The dirt that had been around her feet amassed onto the little projectiles and formed a human-sized hill of soft earth in front of her. The sage quickly pulled her arms close to her body and held the book in front of her face. She knew Gar had enough muscle to charge straight through that hill and hit her. The goal of the hill wasn't to fully stop Gar. It was to give her a buffer between her and the sudden impact of the beam of light. Her book and arms she hoped would be enough to shield her body and face from the incoming blow.
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Post by Gar on Apr 30, 2018 10:18:50 GMT -6
The sage wasn’t moving. That was odd, maybe they were too focused on manipulating the rocks to even see him coming. Still, Gar’s plan hadn’t changed. That was until the sage started another casting. The earth began to shift once again. Gar’s mind quickly thought of another pitfall trap, but that isn’t what formed. A hill of loose dirt rose in front of the running berserker. It was too late to divert his course and Gar wasn’t about to lose the ground that he had covered. His choice was clear. He was going to charge straight through the earthen barrier. But he may need a little extra force to do so.
[Celerity] Gar planted a foot firmly in the ground before the earthen wall. He crouched down and prepared his legs to propel him through the dirt wall. The light barrier from June’s magic dissipated in sync with Gar’s charge. The berserker shouldered his was through the hill sending particles of dirt into the air. The dirt and hardlight dust mixed in the air to form a glittering sight of swirling particles. Gar had finally reached his target.
Although, he was thrown off balance from the surprise dirt wall, Gar gathered his strength into his legs once again. This time he was going to shoulder charge the hooded figure who stood before him. Or try to. Even his strong sea legs have a rough time charging through earthen walls.
As accurately as he could, Gar lined his shoulder up with the hooded figure’s mid-section. As a courtesy, Gar refrained from using the strength boost from Xigshaw. The strength boost wouldn’t do much aside from injure his competitor more than necessary. Not to mention that Gar may still know this person. Gar propelled himself forward, throwing himself at the sage. He could feel how inaccurate the dive could be from launching off of wobbly legs, but maybe it would still be enough. He would surely have some price to pay if he landed in the dirt in from of an earth sage.
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Post by Mila on May 1, 2018 19:42:07 GMT -6
Brace for impact! If one could see the sage's face at this moment, they could see that she the best "this is gonna suck" face. The footsteps of the captain grew closer until she heard the crash. The man collided with the dirt hill she erected to protect herself. She had her eyes closed. And missed out on witnessing the sparkling clouds of dust and magic. The sage opened an eye and peeked over the top of her book. The captain was.. yep. He was right there. And there goes his shoulder right into her midsection. Nothing she could do it now. The sage took the blow to the best of her abilities.
"Ahhh!" She fell back and onto her butt. Her body responded to the impact of pain. The blow was mostly towards her midsection and she did her best to absorb most of the blow with her arms. Her hood fell back over her shoulders and revealed her green hair. Ugh. The sage was really grateful that these matches were nonlethal. If this was a proper battlefield she would have had a weapon lodged in her right about now. She knew Gar had more than enough muscle to turn around and walk up to her. He'd have enough energy to do that and smack her up with the broad side of the Junesaw. And she was completely out of energy. The blow winded her slightly, but she was still magically exhausted from all of the spells she slew.
She slammed her palm against the ground and slowly pulled herself back up. Ow. Ow. Ow. It's like moving with cramps.
"Alright, you win. I concede." She spoke out loud to Gar. Argh.. like a stitch in the side. At this point, she didn't really care if he knew it was her. She raised her arms and waved a signal of surrender towards the ref. She then rubbed a hand over the area where she got hit.
"Oh.. yeah.. that's gonna bruise. Nice match, Captian. Excuse me." She pulled her hood back up and uncomfortably hobbled her way back towards the contender's area.
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Post by Gar on May 2, 2018 18:53:35 GMT -6
Gar felt his shoulder connect. It was a solid hit. Solid enough to knock any unarmored foe to the ground. Instinct almost had Gar whip around and drop his axe upon the foe, but he was able to refrain. It was only an arena match after all. Who knows what the sage would’ve thrown at him if it were a lethal fight? The berserker may have ended up burnt or impaled. Gar shifted his body to see the sage laid out on the arena floor. Typically, the sight would’ve led to some sort of victorious pride. But this sight was something else.
The hood had fallen to reveal a green haired woman. A woman that Gar had fought alongside before. “Mila.” Gar smiled briefly, simply happy to see her again. Then he slowly came to the realization that he had just charged his shoulder into her stomach. He felt some remorse. He had the suspicion that it was her earlier but chased the thought out of his head. The heat of battle also served to remove the thought from his consciousness. Perhaps it was good that he didn’t know who he was up against. Knowing it was Mila likely would’ve clouded his thoughts. The fight could’ve ended oppositely.
Mila slapped the ground with her palms, which Gar thought could’ve been a sage counter attack for a moment. In his confusion, Gar missed the opportunity to help her to her feet. Mila conceded this fight, leading to cheers from the audience. Gar latched his oversized axe onto his back. The now re-hooded sage complimented the fight. “Agreed. You got some tough attacks.” He watched Mila hobble back to the gate for the contender’s waiting area.
Gar raised an eyebrow out of concern. We should catch up right? Xig pulsed at Gar’s back. Perhaps you should wait a moment for that. Gar obliged and began to return to his own gate. Do you think she’s mad?
Most people aren’t fans of losing fights. Most people also don’t enjoy getting hit it the stomach by charging berserkers. Gar exhaled through his nose. He decided he would wait and try to catch up with his fellow cyclops slayer at some point in the future. Hopefully, after she got healed up. Now that his adrenaline was wearing down, he could feel the soreness from the rocks that got past his defenses. He may have to see a healer himself.
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Post by Mila on May 5, 2018 16:08:48 GMT -6
Ow. Ow. Damn it. Body quit overreacting to it it was just a shoulder charge. She mentally told herself. She spent five minutes in the contestant's waiting area before finally leaving. She paid her "loser's" fee and went off. She was mildly annoyed her hood came off towards the end. Now, people knew what she looked like. And she knew her appearance and actions made people talk. And once the crowd from the arena let out she's probably going to be singled out by some greedy bastard. That's.. how it usually works. Right? Yorick fought tooth and nail not to end up someone's concubine. I have to do the same. But, damn it was it going to be hard as hell doing the same thing she did. She was exhausted from the battle in the arena. And she had barely enough gold to make it through the day. Perhaps I should have stayed on the boat. She shook her head at the idea. No. No. Alright Mila. Lets.. figure out our next step. Need to figure out a passage into Lycia. Or Nabata. Or.. somewhere that is not here or Eturia. --
[Later]
While it took some doing, Mila managed to find a place to stay for the night. The fee had to be negotiated upon, but she agreed to help with the inn keeper's garden, in exchange for a room with a good lock. Once she ate, drank, and napped the sage was out to work. She used the power of the earth to till the soil. It was difficult but manageable. She could understand why the innkeeper was reluctant on doing it. The soil's here were full of large rocks, which she had to manipulate out of the way so that the soil could be softened. She was a bit of an attraction to the Inn's patrons. As many had never seen a sage work their craft before. Little pockets of gossip flowed out of the inn about the "arena sage" staying at the place. And the backyard area itself wasn't exactly private. Sure it had a fence, but the fence was about shoulder's length and most folk could see Mila moving the rocks around.
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Cynan
Thief
Fighting without reason is pointless. Stealing's mostly fine though.
Posts: 17
Profession: Common Thief
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Cynan
OoC Alias: Guira
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Post by Cynan on May 5, 2018 19:27:31 GMT -6
Mila's paranoia was not entirely unjustified, as the spectacle she caused at the arena was indeed noticed by at least one shady character - although it was incredibly unlikely that he would make her a concubine. No, the verdant thief was far more interested in something else, something far more valuable. Although he wasn't from around the Western Isles, hell, he got an ass kicking from the captain whose boat he stowed away on, he could tell that the woman reeked of being an outsider. Sure, she could do some neat tricks with those spell books of hers, but she seemed somewhat naive and definitely had some wealth - a prime target for pilfering.
Cynan had followed the sage back to the inn and was now loitering inside, having traced her ever since her face was revealed in the arena. He himself didn't care much for the bloodshed that the population of the Western Isles were so keen of, he merely saw the large crowds as an opportunity for some unnoticed petty theft. Unfortunately, the residents of this awful place were either penniless, or did a damn good job or hiding their wealth, meaning that his efforts were fruitless, and he barely made any more money than the cost of the admission fee into that infernal place. Why the hell are people so keen on fighting like that? The boy shakes his head and attempts to focus on the matter at hand. That green haired woman clearly had some precious jewellery, and she was far too clean to be struck with poverty like most of the drunkards at the inn.
He decided it was his time to strike, he had watched her leave and knew the room was vacant - there may be a lock, but he had become quite nifty with his fingers and assured himself it would be no issue. Furthermore, he knew that the woman definitely deserved this, after all, she took part in an arena fight, and only a true degenerate would do that, right? Unless she needs the money to survi- No way, there's not a chance. The thief sighs and decides to act before he pulls himself into mental gymnastics, and begins a silent journey towards the room of the Sage.
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Post by Gar on May 8, 2018 17:45:23 GMT -6
Gar exited the arena floor. As he passed through his side of the arena contestants, he heard someone speak to him directly. “Good stuff, takin’ care o’ dat witch fo’ us.” Gar stopped moving for a moment and glared at the talkative arena contestant. “Witches use dark magic. That was natural magic. She was no witch.” Perhaps Gar had become unintentionally defensive of Mila, since he knew her. Either way, he kept moving through the contestant’s area to the cashier. He claimed he would end his current session.
The arena bookie questioned the berserker. “You ain’t usually the type to quit while yer ahead. Wat’s goin’ on?” The bookie dropped a sack of gold coins into Gar’s palm. “I’ll have to see a healer after that bout. Also, remember the spectators admissions I paid for earlier?” Gar waited for a moment as the cashier nodded. “Make those competitor admission fees.” Gar exited the arena and went to see a nearby healer.
[Later]
Gar had spent his arena earnings in the typical fashion. Some good food and a few trinkets. Wouldn’t you rather save some of your earnings? Perhaps invest them into more ships and sailors for your fleet. Gar shrugged. You’re right. But no ones going to join my crew over a few pieces of gold. Gar purchased a trinket said to be made of wyvern scales. The merchant called it a dracoshield and claimed it could thicken a wearer’s skin over time. Gar could tell how exasperated this made June.
Still, the berserker went through with the purchase and started combing the inns for a certain arena sage that had been the talk of the town earlier. Xigshaw pulsed at Gar’s back. You intend to deliver this dracoshield to Mila correct? Is this your way of making amends?
Gar responded in thought as he entered another inn. It’s more for when we spar again, she won’t feel the hit quite as hard. Gar directed his attention to the innkeeper. “You have that arena sage here? I’m a friend of hers just coming to pay her a visit.” The innkeeper eyed Gar up and down suspiciously for a moment but eventually saw that he meant no harm. The innkeeper then pointed Gar in the right direction.
Imagine Gar’s surprise when he moved to the sage's room and saw that there was a young, blonde male attempting to pick the lock. The isles were a dangerous place, sure, but Gar did not expect to see this. He almost had to chuckle. “Hahar. What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Mila could probably burn this thief to a crisp on her own. Still, Gar’s imposing axe pulsed holy light at his back. Whatever this child’s intentions are, they are impure. Unacceptable. Gar waited for a little. Hold fast June, let’s hear if he has anything to say.
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Post by Mila on May 8, 2018 18:34:10 GMT -6
"Uurrh" Mila was groaning. She hit a particularly stubborn rock in the middle of all of the toiling. This rock was a big one. And buried pretty deep within the garden. It also had an oblong like shape to it which made the mental task of "grabbing" it with her magic difficult. At the moment she was trying to pull it from the thin end out. The sage stopped her casting for a moment she took several breaths in and out. She rolled up her sleeves and went back at it. This was the last rock in the patch and of course, it had to be the most difficult.
There were several methods she could approach this. She could try to "grip" it again, in the same manner, she had before. Or she could crack the boulder in two and pull it out in segments. Both options had their pro's and cons. Ok. Mila. What's our energy at.. uh.. let's say half. Mila focused on the rock down below. She did a test "smack" with her magic, like a miner who would routinely check for rocks with the tip of his axe. Mila had her eyes closed while doing it. Non-metal.
"Hmm..Let's try something.." Mila opened her eyes again. She took a deep breath in, she closed her eyes, and refocused on the big boulder underground. She made motions with cupped hands. She raised one hand up and thrust it downwards. The movement was meant to replicate a shovel hitting the ground. The ground below her cracked. She then made a circular motion with her hands and the softened ground moved in response. It was as if she was drilling into the earth, she cracked an eye open when she "felt" that there wasn't any more earth.
"Okay." She took another breath in. Then she let it out. Another breath in. And Focus. Mila channeled her magic into the boulder. She was going to wiggle it out like a loose tooth. The whole wiggle movement involved her actually swaying her body back and forth. The swaying was slow at first. As the boulder was giving her some resistance. Come on! Her feet were still rooted to the ground. Come on! This wiggling motion was working to some extent. She could feel the boulder loosening underneath the earth. And the resistance started to face. Once, she felt the boulder was loose enough. She stopped casting. Took another moment to breathe.
"Okay, Mila. Final hurdle." She cracked her knuckles for this one. Mila put her spellbook down and held it open with her foot. She was gonna need both hands for this one. She let out a hard sigh. She focused her magic back on the rock. With her last ounce of effort she "gripped" the rock with her magic and pulled upwards. The boulder-sized rock sprang up from the earth. This got some reaction from the crowd. Mila gently laid it next to the pile of other rocks. She was panting now. She put her hand on her knees and struggled to catch her breath. After a few moments, she grabbed her book off the floor and returned to the inn. The innkeeper peeked his head through the window to witness Mila pull the rock out at the last moment.
"Wow. That big old rock was hiding underneath my yard."
"Yeah. And.. I need a break."
"You earned it. I'll fetch you some hot water. Tea's your thing right? By the way, there was a fellow asking for you. Directed him to your room."
"Really? You just directed a random stranger to my room? You couldn't have told them to wait here in the lobby." Mila spoke with a slightly annoyed but real tired tone.
"Ay. There's nothing wrong with that sort of thing here. I don't judge."
"I'm not that kind of girl." She could feel her face flush red with embarrassment.
"Well, they are up there now. Scream if you get in trouble. I'll send the bouncer up." The innkeeper handed her a warm mug of tea.
"Yeah. I'll do that. In a few minutes though." She took a seat and sipped her tea. Oh gods. This tea is terrible.
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Cynan
Thief
Fighting without reason is pointless. Stealing's mostly fine though.
Posts: 17
Profession: Common Thief
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Cynan
OoC Alias: Guira
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Post by Cynan on May 9, 2018 1:30:59 GMT -6
Click!
The lock opened with a sound that was like honey for Cynan's ears- however, he didn't exactly have long to enjoy it, as the voice of the rather large, rather intimidating berserker immediately grabbed his attention. He initially took on his usual expression of disinterest, knowing that he could probably just lie and claim that this was his room, and he simply got locked out of it.... or something similar to that effect. However, the man in front of him brought caused sudden warning sirens to flare in his mind... he was familiar... how...?
...Crap. It clicked in the thief's brain just like the lock had moments prior- this was the guy that the witch was fighting, and he'd obviously come to see the loser in good faith. He chuckles nervously, "I guess not everyone around here is a useless drunk who can't tell left from right, eh?". He wondered if he could possibly strike the man and dash before he had time to react, but then his eyes glanced upon the glowing axe on his back, and he knew that doing such a thing would be tantamount to suicide. Yep, he was definitely screwed. Placing his hands on his hips, he attempted to mask underlying panic with his usual apathetic facade, although he was uncertain of it working. "Nice axe. I'm just a... vagrant of sorts, looking for... funds." He rolled his eyes, he could tell this man wasn't stupid, hell, he was probably a pirate. These were all old tricks to him. "Alright, yeah, I was going to steal, but can you even blame me? I doubt there's one person on this poxy isle that hasn't stole something at one point. Hell, I bet you've stolen your fair share too."
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Post by Mila on May 12, 2018 13:42:43 GMT -6
OOC-This is pre flora tome obtaining ----
Mila finished her terrible tea and felt a little better. Her body enjoyed the warm fluid even if her tastebuds didn't. The water in the tea helped to rehydrate her. The warmth served to lift her spirits. Her body was a tad bit numb and still really tired. She could still lob a fireball if she needed too. Though she couldn't do anything else beyond the fireball. The sage sighed softly and pulled herself off her stool. Oooh. Tingly legs.
"If I blast a hole in your floor or walls I'm sorry." She spoke then made her way out towards the stairway. She was still minorly miffed that the innkeeper would just do that. Though once she got up towards the hallway-stair area she looked up at the scene above her. She recognized Gar. The hybrid magic axe on his back was impossible to miss. And then she noticed the tuft of blonde hair over Gar's shoulders. Mila went through her mental checklist of blonde people she knew. ...I.. ok.. We know very few blondes.
She kept herself close towards the bottom of the stairs and continued to look up at the scene above. Mila then started to think about the things that were in her room. Mila carried all her books with her. The only things she would have kept in her locked room might have been the staffs. Yep. We left that thing against the wall cause I didn't need it. Mila was going to have to invest in the rod that had the ability to hold both orbs together in one staff. It was difficult to carry both rods with her at all times. She spent a fair amount of her time after her rest, polishing, and cleaning the thing as a means to help get her mind off of the Arena's events.
She stood very still and listened to the conversation. It sounded like the blonde kid was some sort of thief. Great. One of the few things she wanted to avoid on the isles. Ugh. Mila sighed softly. She focused and manifested a simple orb of wind magic over her palm. Wind magic was not her strongest of magic. She was much more comfortable with fire and earth. She rarely found a use for wind and didn't cast it as often as fire. But, the Wind was the weakest of her trio of spells and one of the most malleable. She could maneuver it in a way that it can avoid hitting Gar directly and cause some discomfort to the thief. We really need to invest in a flora tome. Could have used the wood of the walls for ammunition.
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Post by Gar on May 16, 2018 22:06:48 GMT -6
Indeed, the thief did have something to say. For a person that just got caught attempting to break into a woman’s room, this thief sure had some strong opinions about the residents of this island. Still, it was clear to see that this thief was just a teenager. The blonde was a talker, quick to bounce between subjects. From the denizens of the isles, to Gar’s axe, to his occupation.
“Aye, both piracy and thievery are quite common on these isles. Only problem is, you’re trying to steal from one of my friends. For that, you will need to be punished.” Gar unlatched Xigshaw from his back. Someone had to teach this young person a lesson, rough as it may be. Gar’s axe glowed briefly. What exact lesson are we trying to convey here? Gar responded in thought. Not really sure. Something along the lines of ‘don’t steal from Gar’s friends’ Gar could almost hear skepticism in his axe’s voice. But stealing from others is okay, correct? Gar didn’t respond, instead he drew on the axe’s strength boost.
Gar eyed up his opponent. Small, likely quicker than he was strong, but nothing Gar wouldn’t be able to handle. Appearances could always be deceiving though. Perhaps this blonde was secretly a young assassin sent to silently dispose of Mila fro whatever reason. That gave the captain all the more cause to intervene. Setting that particular risk aside, Gar figured he would at least give the young one a chance to make the first move. “Whenever you’re ready.” The berserker shifted his weight into an even stance, ready to brawl in the relatively tight corridor.
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Cynan
Thief
Fighting without reason is pointless. Stealing's mostly fine though.
Posts: 17
Profession: Common Thief
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Cynan
OoC Alias: Guira
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Post by Cynan on May 17, 2018 9:48:23 GMT -6
This... won't end well. The thief grits his teeth, acknowledging the fact that he was in for a world of hurt if he attempted to engage with the much taller, much stronger, and much more experienced older man. His mind scanned for ways to avoid combat with the berserker in front of him, and he quickly wondered if there was any way to convince the man to stand down. ...No, he didn't seem like much of a talker, and Cynan was certain the man was determined to make him pay for his actions - and it looked like he'd be paying with blood rather than coin.
"Whenever you're ready." ...The words stung at Cynan, he knew that this man meant for him to take the first move, and it seemed awfully like he was underestimating him. This left a bitter taste in his mouth. Nevertheless though, he was certainly not a brawler and wouldn't be so easily drawn into striking him. He sighs and unsheathes his sword, having grown weary of attempting to talk his way out of it. However, this did not mean that he intended to fight, he still had one last plan before it got that far.
This man knows nothing about me, and even if I do look young, I'm still probably shady enough to look like some form of cutthroat... perhaps I should attempt to appear stronger than I am...? Rather than slicing at Gar, the boy twirls the sword in his hand, attempting to taunt him. The action was purely ostentatious though, because although it may look flashy and somewhat skillful, Cynan certainly didn't have the skills to back it up. At this point he was just trying to buy time, he didn't really have a plan for his next course of act-
Being distracted by the pirate, he failed to notice the small orb of wind magic floating towards his chest, and by the time he'd become aware of its presence, it was already far too late. It made contact, and impacted the thief, sending him flying backwards down the corridor and made him hit the hard, wooden floor a short distance away. "A-Ah... huh...?". He looked around frantically for the caster, wondering if it was possible that the pirate had cast the magic.
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Post by Mila on May 18, 2018 20:12:23 GMT -6
OOC: For the record, Mila didn't actually cast the spell yet. She had it primed ready to cast. But, I was waiting for Cynan's and Gar's reactions. I'll let it slide cause I want to progress the thread. --
Mila sighed softly and lobbed the blast of wind magic. She wasn't in any mood to see a bloodbath and this young thief didn't deserve to die. She manipulated the blast so that it went under Gar's shoulders and smacked the thief right in the chest. His reaction wasn't quite what she expected. Wind doesn't usually blast people that far, though she reasoned out that it had to be due to the tight constraints of the hall. He stumbled back into the corridor and away from Mila's door. The sage found some relief in the fact he didn't fumble into her room.
"Right, The inn owner told me I had one gentleman caller for the day. I did not expect two." She spoke up at last. She took a few paces forward and got closer to Gar. She peeked her head through her gap between Gar's body and the wooden wall. He looked at the thief's body and sighed again.
"Thanks for stopping him Gar. Shoot, he looks like a young guy. I'd feel bad if he got hurt.. so I guess sit on him for now?" That brought back an old memory between her and Duma. I swear I'll sit on your head and fart. That was the worst sort of thing the two siblings could do to each other whenever they needed to resolve a dispute. She shook her head lightly.
"I'm going to check my belongings. Excuse me." She spoke and ducked to the other side of Gar and opened the door to her room. She saw that everything was still where it was supposed to be. The sage quickly grabbed her two staffs and stepped back out. She had the warp staff held up in front of her.
"If you keep him still I'll warp him out." Warping the thief out sounded like the least painful way to deal with him. Although, she suspected tossing him out the window or down the stairs was another quicker alternative.
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Post by Gar on May 25, 2018 16:27:35 GMT -6
Gar stood, somewhat dumbfounded by the thief’s response. Gar had presented him with an opportunity to initiate combat on his own terms. Instead, the teen started twirling his weapon. Deftly, sure, but Gar had seen better and it wasn’t the type of skill that would help in a fight. The berserker exhaled through his nose. Looked like he would have to start things off. At this point, he was starting to view this engagement as more of a chore than a fight. Still, chores needed to be taken care of. Gar motioned forward. He then felt a gust of wind flutter past his coat and blow the light thief off his feet. Instinctively, Gar turned to see who the caster was.
His eyes found Mila, who had begun to explain her plan for dealing with the intruder. “Aye, he’s a young one for sure. I’ll make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.” Gar shifted to allow more space for Mila to move through the corridor. Gar then focused his attention toward the prone blonde. He latched Xigshaw onto his back once more and squatted down beside the thief to get a good look at his face. It would be foolish not to remember the face of a person who tried to steal from your friends. “ Here is some free advice, gather a little bit more information before you make your move. If she wanted to, Mila could’ve killed you.”
Gar gave a smirk, before his face turned grim. “I still might.” For a little added effect, Gar decided to try releasing a pulse of energy. An attempt at disorienting and intimidating the younger person. [Daunt] It was reminiscent of June’s old magic, before it became Lux Aeterna. If everything went according to plan, that was likely enough for Mila to get her staff and return. Gar rose and leaned against the wall. He addressed Mila. “Do you think he’s getting off too easy?” Shouldn't we take off a hand? A finger?
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Cynan
Thief
Fighting without reason is pointless. Stealing's mostly fine though.
Posts: 17
Profession: Common Thief
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Cynan
OoC Alias: Guira
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Post by Cynan on May 28, 2018 3:27:43 GMT -6
The thief lies on the ground, contemplating his decisions so far. This was certainly a chain of less than fortunate events, that had ended in a total disaster. Perhaps he had been too ambitious, but how was he to know that the berserker would show up...? He'd walked over to her room at a time when the corridor was void of life, and he'd made sure that the witch was preoccupied before he came in... if only the man hadn't come in... if only... More than likely, it would've been all for nought anyway. The sage clearly wasn't an idiot, and thinking upon it, he wondered why he ever thought she'd leave anything valuable behind in a trashy place like this anyway.
The hopelessness of his situation was almost laughable, but he certainly didn't regret not fighting back, hell, he probably would've been cleaved in half in one blow. Hearing the words of the berserker, the boy looks up at him, and chuckles despairingly. "Yeah, you probably would, wouldn't you? That might actually be a good thing, you'd probably have me in pieces before I even felt anything." The thief groans and recoils as the wave of pain washes over him from Daunt. It was probably a good thing he wasn't standing, it made him pretty unsteady and he'd probably just collapse straight back to the floor. The pirate clearly had some tricks up his sleeve, further cementing the idea that fighting in this situation would've be pointless in Cynan's mind.
Attempting to regain his bearings, Cynan looks up at the man once again. "I'm kind of lucky she's here, I assume I would've been dead already if she didn't show up. Kind of makes me feel bad for trying to steal from her." He was being honest by saying that, and he was quite thankful to the Sage, it was odd how she could hold empathy for someone who was just attempting to steal her possessions. "Warping doesn't sound bad either, I've been thrown through a window before." The thief decides that this event was just another great failure in his life, something that he actually wasn't too surprised by. He was useless. Unsurprisingly, upon learning that he might lose a finger - or an entire hand, Cynan grew paler than usual, and his demeanour instantly became more concerned, they might not kill him, but wounding him for life like that?! "I-I mean, I'd like to make it up to you, but isn't that a bit much?"
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