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Post by Mila on May 28, 2018 7:22:30 GMT -6
Mila quietly approached both men. She was a few paces behind Gar, she stood up on her tiptoes to get a decent look at the blonde thief. Shame, that an adorable face like that has to resort to thievery. She sighed softly through her nose. She turned to look at Gar for a moment then back at the thief. Mila wasn't sure if Gar was being serious about the whole dismemberment thing, and Mila wasn't in any mood to see blood today.
"Look, kid. Never steal from a mage. Some of us have charms on our stuff that let us track down our belongings." That wasn't true at all. She really wished it was. She'd slap a charm like that on all of her stuff in a heartbeat.
"Leave his little fingers intact. I'm not cleaning up the bloody mess." She then turned to address the thief. The poor sap wanted to make amends. It was a little too late for that. Mila shook her head.
"I know not to trust the words of a thief." She took a slight step back. She aligned her sight with a nearby window. From the window, she could see a tree and knew that was the western side of the Inn.
"Try not to move. Hate to send you off with a missing limb cause you wriggled." She focused her magic on the staff in her hand. The warping staff glowed in a pale light that slowly enveloped the young blonde. Once, she felt like she had a secure "hold" on the thief with the spell, she turned to look out the window. Focus. She kept her sight on the thick branches of the almighty spruce tree. The warp staff let out a stronger glow and then poof. Just like that, the thief was gone. Warped out of the building and onto the thick branches of the outside tree. The thief would have to spend the rest of the day climbing down. Mila let out a deep tired sigh and found herself leaning against the wall.
"That.. should keep him.. busy for a while." She pointed a thumb over towards the window.
"Kinda wished I had a view of the pigsty from here.." She closed her eyes for a moment. A rush of tiredness swept over her and made her feel dizzy. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. She did this for a bit until the dizzy feeling subsided. Perhaps, it was best if they had simply thrown him out the window. But, she couldn't go back now, what was done was done. Once, she felt a bit better, she opened her eyes again. She gave the Captian a friendly smile.
"So, what brings you by?" She motioned for Gar to follow her into her room.
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Post by Gar on Jun 11, 2018 5:03:07 GMT -6
Mila instructed Gar to allow the thief to keep his limbs. Gar sucked his teeth. It was mainly a bluff to get the thief to stop practicing his craft. But if the thief caught onto that fact, it wouldn't be much of a deterrent. He complied with Mila's wishes. "Your stuff, your call." Gar's eyes traveled to the blonde who claimed to be regretful of his recent actions. Gar raised an eyebrow, skeptically. Mila's words expressed his thoughts exactly. It's hard to trust a thief's words. They were the type to say whatever they needed to get their way. Nevertheless, Mila carried on with her plan to warp the blonde out of the room.
She had warped Gar once before, saving him from being pulverized by a cyclops. This time, the stakes weren't quite as high. Still, it was a useful ability to have around. The pale light dissipated, leaving Gar to stare at a bare floorboard. He turned his eyes to Mila then to the window that she pointed toward. The captain let out a bit of a chuckle. " Hopefully, he'll think twice before resorting to thievery again. Isles are rough and all, but there is still honest work to be had." A part of Gar was still upset with the thief, yet another part knew the boy was still young and likely on hard times. But none of that was why Gar had stopped by.
"I came by to welcome you to the isles of course." Gar straightened himself from the wall he was leaning against and gave a smile. " I don't think my initial greeting in the arena was very welcoming. Hahar." Gar followed Mila into the room. Almost, instinctively, Gar scanned the room for accomplices to the young thief. They rarely worked alone after all. But once he was convinced the coast was clear he set his axe down by the door. The axe's weight forced the wood beneath to make a creaking sound. "You've been quite busy it seems. Already found work and a place to stay." That was another reason why Gar had decided to stop by. To make sure she had shelter. But she had that covered.
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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 Jun 11, 2018 14:53:11 GMT -6
Being warped was an odd sensation, to say the very least. One moment he was trapped in the intimidating presence of a berserker, the next he was on the solid brown branch of an almighty spruce tree. Looking down from his perch, it suddenly dawned on the thief just how high up he actually was. Damn, she couldn't have possibly made it easy for me, could she? Cynan shakes his head, this would certainly be a challenge, but he knew he was quite nimble so he could probably make it down... unless the branch snapped and sent him plummeting to his death. Shaking off the horrid thought, he looks around at the view this new position had given him. He could see the inn that he was in mere moments ago, and the sight caused him to remember back to the two people he had met inside of the building. A pirate and a mage...? An odd pair, to say the least. "At least I didn't have to fight the large one, I guess." That man clearly enjoyed such violence, despite how pointless it OBVIOUSLY was. To the thief, anyway.
The sage was awfully nice though, especially to someone as irrelevant as him, and he wasn't quite sure if the pirate's threats were genuine or not, but he was glad she removed him before he had the opportunity to find out. Quite pretty, too... Cynan sighs and his attention draws back to his current situation. Descending the tree was no herculean effort, sure, but that didn't mean that it wouldn't be time consuming and tedious. In all honesty, he would've liked to stay here and watch the view for a short while longer, but he certainly wanted to get out of there as fast as possible and on the first boat back to the mainland so that he could hopefully avoid that man for the rest of his life, however long it may be. The boy untangles his cloak from the branches it was stuck on. It'd be a pathetic fate for him to get caught on the spruce tree and fall off to his demise.
Removing his cloak and attempting to bundle it up, he drops it to a branch further below in an attempt to hasten his descent and possibly make it safer. Slowly scaling down the tree, the realisation dawns on him that he never even learned the names of the people who had spared him, and that was probably for the best; he never wanted to cross paths with them again. Except the woman. She's alright. Finally making it down to the lower branch where he had dropped his cloak, he looms over the side of the spruce once more to measure how much further down the sweet, sweet earth was. Groaning in displeasure, he sees that he has barely made a dent in the distance, and will have to brace himself for an even further climb.
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Post by Mila on Jun 12, 2018 17:54:19 GMT -6
"Thank you for the warm reception." She joked. The sage pulled up a chair for Gar. The sage sat down on her cot. She slipped off her boots and pulled her legs up close to her. Eventually, she seated herself Indian style, and with her back propped up against the wall.
"I should apologize, I never really did say thank you for the ride to the isles. So, I'm sorry I was such a miserable sad sack on your ship. I really should have been using my time on the ship helping you and the crew. Healing the hurts. And, I'm sorry for running off like a madwoman once we landed." She counted off the apologies on her fingers. She stared at him blankly for a moment as if trying to remember what else she should be sorry for. Mila remembered spending her days and night's cooped up below decks. Her stomach couldn't handle the constant rocking of the ship. And her mind couldn't find peace especially after the events on the island. She sighed softly.
"Terribly sorry about all the barf!" That last one was with a bit of positively in her voice.
"Uh.. and Thanks. Really. It would have been almost impossible for me to have left Eturia on foot after what happened. I owe you one." She meant that genuinely.
"This job.. and place.. are temporary though. I think i'm only employed until tomorrow? At least until I finish the tilling the soil and making it habitable for plants. Then... I need to figure out how to get out of the isles then back into.. well Lycia hopefully. But, I won't be picky. Just need to be anywhere that's not here or Eturia." She nodded slightly.
"The arena was.. something. I haven't been in one before. And I figured that was the quickest way to make some mostly clean money. Didn't expect to run into you in there or XiggyJuneSaw." She glanced at the axe and gave it a small nod.
"That trick with the light armor was something I've never seen before... and it was kinda terrifying from my perspective."
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OOC- I'd like to move this conversation with Gar into a support. So I'll end the thread off with my next post to give everyone some time to write up any conclusions.
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Post by Gar on Jun 14, 2018 1:49:54 GMT -6
Gar took a seat in the chair that Mila indicated was for him. He could do nothing but laugh at Mila’s joke about the warm reception. Of course, had he known that the arena sage was Mila, Gar wouldn’t have stepped into the ring. This was due to both friendship and self-preservation. He still counted himself lucky that he didn’t have to deal with Mila’s full arsenal of spells.
The conversation moved forward toward the boat ride away from that corrupted island off the coast of Etruia. Away from the corpse of the cyclops that they had left behind. “No need to thank me. And there’s nothing to apologize for. After you and Nayru helped me out the way you did, it was the least I could do.” Then Mila apologized again. This time jovially about her seasickness. Gar laughed. He understood that many people weren’t as adjusted to the motion of the sea as he was.
“The swabbies have cleaned up worse messes than that. I’m sure they weren’t even phased.” Every sailor had to pay their dues as a deckhand, cleaning up messes. For pirates these messes often included disposal of bodies and such. A bucket of puke was nothing in comparison. Then the conversation moved on to Mila’s want for passage back to the mainland. Gar had ships that travelled to Badon every so often. The scheduling however wasn’t up to him so he would have to check with the shipmaster back at his fort. Gar explained as much. “I could set you up with a ride to Badon. I can’t guarantee it would be comfortable and I’ll have to check on a couple things, timing wise. But the offer is there if you need.” Gar shrugged his shoulders.
Gar laughed aloud when he heard his weapon referred to as XiggyJuneSaw. He turned to the weapon. “You hear that June? How do you like that name?” It was a rather cutesy name for a weapon that once had the ability to instill fear in the hardiest of warriors.
“Aye, the hard light is new. Lux magic I think it’s called. I’m starting to incorporate it into my battle style. Sorry that you had to be on the receiving end.” Gar thought for a moment and continued. “Being on the opposite side of that earth magic was no walk in the park either.”
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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 Jun 14, 2018 9:15:29 GMT -6
Drop the cloak. Move down to a lower branch. Grab the cloak. Drop the cloak. Move down to a lower branch. Grab the cloak...
To say this experience was dull would be a severe understatement. Tedious, tiring, soul-crushing... Cynan had been thinking of words to best describe this scenario for what seemed like an eternity. The thief hated everything about these isles; the people, the nature, the towns, and he sure as hell appreciated Santaruz a little bit more after this "adventure". He supposed he deserved it though, he WAS attempting to steal from a random woman, but he'd been doing that for a long time beforehand and never had to descend down such a large tree as punishment. Preparing to drop his cloak down to yet another lower branch, he saw a sight which temporarily soothed his bitterness.
The smooth, soft, welcoming green earth sprawled out just below him, slightly raising his spirits and motivating him to hastily make it to the ground. Exhaling in exhaustion, he quickly looks around to make sure that the duo he had encountered weren't waiting for him at the bottom, just in case they'd had a sudden change of heart. Coast is clear. Sighing, the boy begins his walk to the docks. This journey definitely wasn't worth the effort or time it had cost him, although he had made just enough money pickpocketing the bloodthirsty crowds of the arena to afford a boat trip home. At least he could return to Lycia in a little more comfort than he left it. After all, having an actual trip home was far superior to stowing away on a boat that stunk of rats and alcohol.
Eventually, Cynan found a boat that would carry him home alongside other passengers, and while it wasn't luxurious, at least it would take him away from these vile islands. He mentally made a vow to never set foot here again.
[Exit Thread]
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Post by Mila on Jun 15, 2018 20:14:52 GMT -6
Mila could feel the muscles in her stomach churn whatever sort of slosh was in it. The noise was audible to both patrons in the room and her face flushed a bright shade of red.
"Pretend you didn't hear that." She put a hand over her stomach. Her stomach might not be able to handle another trip on a boat. But she wasn't going to turn down a potentially free ride. Especially, when it was exceptionally faster then walking all the way to Lycia.
"Against my belly's wishes, I will say yes to that boat ride." She took a deep breath and quietly forced the air out of her lower half. This sort of calmed her stomach down a tad bit.
"I'm sorry it's not the best of names. But, honestly I'm just gonna say whatever name pops in my head for JuneSaw over there. At least until I find one that my mouth wants to stick with." She shrugged.
"Lux magic. Hmm.. ugh.. It's.. new magic. Not.. really "new" maybe the best word is "rediscovered" and something that is out of my realm of expertise. Though.. It's hard light properties.. sound fascinating. And I kinda want to take a better look at it. Er.. but.. not on the battlefield." The sage smiled a bit at Gar's complement towards her earth magic.
"Thank you. I think it's been about a year since I first picked up that tome. I've come a long way with it.. but I know I've got a long way to go." She was humble with her response. A sage never really mastered anything as far as she was concerned. There was always something to muse over, some new way magic can be used, or some history to be uncovered from it. Mila was perfectly content with never truly mastering all magic. She was happy to use what magic she had to keep herself and her companions alive. The sage and the captain kept talking for the rest of the day. Eventually, the young sage took her leave of Western Isles. She would remember the isles as a mixed bag of both good and bad. But most of all, it was a good learning experience. --
END THREAD
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