Saffron
Myrmidon
Posts: 13
Profession: Wandering Herbalist
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Profile: Saffron
OoC Alias: TacoFox
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Post by Saffron on May 26, 2018 0:53:38 GMT -6
In the early day did a young man find himself wandering aimlessly through the lands he called home, helplessly lost and with no clue what his next move even was. It was already looking to be a hot day, the sun barely mid rise and already the temperature was starting to build. Of course, that wasn't the thing that was bothering the man, as he paused at a cross section on the well used path, he was native to these lands, why would the heat bother him? No, what seemed to plague his mind at this very moment was the lack of coin in his pouch. Now money wasn't something he truly desires, but even he understood that he’d need more than his merger starting funds to afford better tools amongst other things down the line. As it were, he has started to notice that he required far better substance than the natural fruits and spoils one can find in the wilds, something a bit more hardy to keep up his energy and weight. It hadn't dawned on him since the last settlement he crossed on his goalless journey that the price of food was a tad steeper than he was used to. Back in his tribe, he never had real need for coin, he earned his food, shelter, and tools by working for it. It was only occasionally that he was paid coin for his duties, in case he wanted to buy something off the rare traveling merchant. Even then, he never needed much, the merchant’s prices were always low in order to inspire interest vs the many traders they already had within. Saffron gave a small unsure huff, before walking down the oath that would lead him to the next settlement that he could hopefully gain either food or coin. He wondered about how to obtain what he needed, he could’ve easily survived of the land normally, but he noticed a lack of wildlife and herbs since he’s gotten closer towards more populated (compared to the usual vast area) lands, which made it harder. Perhaps he was getting closer to the cities marked on his map? He made a small noise of wonderment at the thought, he had never been to a city before, didn't really know much about what a city even was actually. His Nana had never told him of them, and even after he joined his tribe, he never was required or really taught about the world outside of his tribe’s lands. He wasn't really taught much honestly, just a clueless man all around, and it really never bothered him either. The walk to the settlement was a quiet one, Saffron had passed by a few other travelers, which was interesting since he still wasn't used to seeing other people yet. He often couldn't help to stare, to curious to register that he may have annoyed a few of them. Other than that there was nothing to note, just the normal vast lands that he was used too, still endlessly beautiful. Once the cyan haired man arrived in the quaint town after an hour or two, he paused at the gates like he normally would, to take in the architecture and feel of a town he was foreign to. There was of course a other people about, more than the last settlement at least, actually this place was much large once he took a better look at it, his soft grey eyes gazing over the buildings. He started to wander in deeper, his long, brilliant hair swaying with each step. He needed to find a place to acquire food first and foremost, stock up on some dry rations and bread perhaps. Maybe he could find a place to buy a new hunting knife as well? His own was sharp and simple, but only one, different knives serve different purposes after all. The young man didn't look to out of place in this new area, his clothes appeared perfectly Sacean, a simple off-white Kimono top and white baggy pants, both touched into leather gloves and boots respectively. His black armor and Katana was common, not eye catching when other clearly armed men and women also walked the streets. Really the only thing that stood out at first glance was his calf length hair, bound by white ribbon so it does fly about at the slightest wind. Its bright shade of blue shined brilliant in the sun, its gleam sure to draw eyes in. Aside from that, he was overall very soft in appearance, what with his gentle eyes framed by long black lashes, his face more soft and curved over hard and sharp, and hair does him no favors in the masculine department. Despite that, his body was lithe and muscled under his loose clothing, and his voice a calm baritone that gives away his gender instantly. Eventually the man found himself curiously entering a small tavern, only a few others hanging around the tables, most sitting alone or in small groups chatting. It was just a pretty as the rest of the town in his opinion, though it did smell a little, but that might just be the men laughing by the door. Ignoring that, Saffron walked up to the counter, noticing after his small observation that there didn't seem to be any other workers besides the older barmaid casually serving a plate of something to a duo sitting on the bar stools. He made a mental check over what coin he had, which should be enough for him to buy something to sustain himself. In no time at all, the man had a bowl of bread soup in front of him and a thought running through his head as he slowly ate. Ideas on how to earn coin was once again on his mind, he didn't really know how travelers made their money, now that he thought about it. He hadn’t really seen the way mercenaries function, knew nothing about how warriors would fight bandits and hunt monsters, escort travelers or hunt for treasure. What he did know was that they could sell the stuff they find on their travels, and one thing he did have a lot of was dried herbs and spices he harvested from his native prairies, which was a stark contrast to the more harsher desert that seems to make up this part of Sacea. Maybe he could trade it for something else? But was there even a demand for it? Saffron pondered over this for awhile, as he whittled away at his soup. Marceline
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on May 26, 2018 23:10:52 GMT -6
Sacae was one of Marceline's favorite places to be deployed to when she was in pursuit of a job. It was something in the atmosphere that drew her to it out of curiosity: the usually friendly native people and their code of integrity and honesty, the cool breeze against her aquamarine hair, and even the sensation of looking up at the blue sky was a balm for her troubles. Of course, the heat was rising as if the entire country had been thrust into a stew pot for the day, but it hardly bothered the Etrurian thief. Her attire was suited very well to warmer temperatures and, somehow, had a vague Sacaean resemblance due to its simplicity. When she wasn't busy swiping the riches of a target or letting her blade do the talking, Sacae was a home away from home: a small journey back to simpler days in her life before getting caught up with a secret counter-coup d'etat and a mercenary guild. A window back to the days where her hands were unstained by blood and "banditry" no matter how noble a cause it stood for. Sacae made her feel like a nobody again: just the way she would want it to be.
Regardless of her own enjoyment, however, her mission came first: scout out potential assignments and, if possible, fulfill them for rewards to add to the guild funds. Merriment and personal time would come after the job at hand. But who said that there wasn't a balance? At last, the settlement that the woman had been approaching was upon her. If there was one place that many looking for assistance gather, it was a tavern. Should one avoid potential drunks and the occasional brave slash foolish soul to offer them a drink, it was a practical gold mine for finding temporary or permanent employment. It would be expected no less as a crucial part of communities anyways. Though Marcy herself had little experience in taverns themselves due to her preferring to wait outside, she believed she had what it takes to blend in well enough. Can't be much harder than spying, can it?
Surprisingly, such personal interactions were a bit challenging when she was looking for something completely different. Usually she responded with an awkward giggle before shuffling along, desperately searching for a spot to rest. As if the gods had smiled upon her after the purgatory run, the thief had quickly retreated to a seat next to another blue haired woman... Or, at least, what she thought was a woman. Being rather muscle-bound herself through her impressively ripped biceps, Marceline could assume that the same was true of most women, right? "Uh... Hi. Mind if I sit here? You seem quieter than most of the people in here, so I hope that's alright."
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Saffron
Myrmidon
Posts: 13
Profession: Wandering Herbalist
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Profile: Saffron
OoC Alias: TacoFox
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Post by Saffron on May 27, 2018 10:47:23 GMT -6
The Myrmidon had just finished the last scraps of his meal before he found himself being greeted by what appears to be another person. He slowed his movements for just a moment, only a tad tense from surprise, before he turned to look down at the slightly shorter woman that had chosen to speak to him. He gazed at her curiously, it wasn't really often that he would be engaged in conversation where another person initiates, not that he speaks to others that often. Maybe she’s just as curious about him that he now feels towards her? (Or he’s just too hopeful.) He thought silently, eyes dripping calmly so that he can take in her clothes and appearance, which had a vague sense of being foreign. Not that he could really identify it, he knows jack squat about the other nations, which made anticipate what she could tell him if he where to ask. New places are just fascinating after all!
Saffron gave the woman a soft smile, any other possibilities that this maybe wasn't gonna be a friendly chat not even touching his mind. Just about everything he found himself worrying about earlier was forgotten as well with the new event. Which was fairly normally for the easily distracted man, Master had always said he was completely hopeless when he wasn’t ordered to do something, he was trained to complete tasks quickly and efficiently, but left to his own devices? He’d just flounder around aimlessly. So maybe he was entirely too dependent on a Master to direct him, just a fact of life at this point.
”Of course,” he responded, his taking on a natural smoothness that prevented the deepness of his voice from being harsh on the ears, ”You’re free to do as you please, I don’t mind.” After he said this, he felt a small tingle in the back of his head, which of course meant that his Katana must have taken an interest in this woman. Fennel was always trying to urge him into fights with any warrior he meets, silly sword. Saffron easily ignored the prodding, instead picking to take a drink from the cup of water he was served. Another pass of the barmaid made him remember some of his earlier thoughts, how does one earn coin again? He reached up and fiddled with one of his bound bangs lightly with a quizzical glint in his eyes, he really had made no progress since he got here hadn’t he?
Typical.
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Jun 10, 2018 20:55:17 GMT -6
The thief could only blink in surprise. She could never expect such a deep voice from any woman. This was a man! Fortunately, she had not hinted at him being female, so the potential repercussions of such an assumption were avoided to her relief. "Ah, thanks. Could use some time to wind down after my trip here," she stated with a polite smile as she folded her hands on her lap. Marceline's gaze drifted slowly to the sword at the Sacaean's hip, silently admiring the blade. Such an exotic weapon was alien to her: in a country with celebrated mages and knights, finding a katana as a weapon of choice for Etrurians was unheard of. The usage of one-sided medium-sized blades was labeled as being Sacaean in habit, with most men from her homeland opting for either smaller daggers or double-sided broadswords. Regardless of the weapon type, all this said about him was that he was a fighter. Offering protective services was almost out of the question if he was perfectly capable of defending himself.
With an awkward whistle, Marcy spun in her seat to face the counter. She could admit that being in a tavern was much more comforting than she assumed, or at least one where she did not stick out completely. So... I hope you don't mind me asking, I just figured that I could make a friend or two while I'm here. My name is Marceline, and I'm just a wandering worker for hire: a pleasure to meet you. What's your name?" she introduced herself as calmly as she could manage. The pickpocket had discovered that being friendly and appearing average yet relatable was the best way to acquire employment that didn't require the use of a weapon. Usually the nonviolent jobs that Marcy had accepted involved simple tasks such as assisting in transport to even two separate "babysitting" tasks. Whichever geniuses that entrust their children to an armed and dangerous woman must have seen something in her to think of such a job to assign her. Then again, was she to complain so long as the money came in? At least the nonviolent jobs didn't hurt anyone while she was paid.
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Saffron
Myrmidon
Posts: 13
Profession: Wandering Herbalist
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Profile: Saffron
OoC Alias: TacoFox
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Post by Saffron on Jun 22, 2018 14:11:00 GMT -6
The young man tightened his grip on his bang as the woman sat beside him, he found his attention back on the curious woman, letting his hand fall entirely from his hair and to bar. She speaks of traveling, which wasn't too out of place, most of the people here seem to be travelers as well, crossing the lands for whatever reasons that Saffron couldn’t quite fathom. He travels because he wants to see the world outside of his little bubble, but that was just him, what other reasons could there be? Coin? Fame? Some other third thing?
Bah
He mentally shook his head, thinking on something like that will only confusing him more if her gets to deep, so its best he cut that off early before he gets buried in his thoughts. Although… He was curious about where she traveled from, was it a place that he’s been himself? Or from that big wide world he still knew nothing about? Perhaps he should ask, she seems nice enough to speak with, and learning something new is always beneficial. Her voice piping up again drew him out of his thoughts, so he sat up straighter from where he was leaning so he could listen to her fully.
”My name is Saffron, I’m traveling Herbalists and available Hand. I’m pleased to meet you as well, Marceline.” He smiled easily, happy to be going through theses first steps of interaction smoothly enough. More interesting, she said that she was a worker for hire as well, he hasn't really interacted with other… What's the word for it again? Mercenaries? No, not quite, but he could think about that later. He wants to learn more about Marceline for now, he did wish to learn more about making coin, and the woman may be more experienced than him. ”If you mind my curiosity, what kind of work do you do? I’ve been wondering about what I could do, but I’m not too… knowledgeable about what others want.”
(Ooc:Sorry for the wait~ I ended up pretty absorbed with other projects.)
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Jun 30, 2018 23:45:38 GMT -6
Though Saffron seemed nice enough and would probably be open about it, discussing the contents of her work was always a touchy subject. After all: if she didn't say it was for a noble cause, she would be no better than a lowly crook in the eyes of anyone. Bandit problems are never a good sign, thus several times over the Etrurian was forced to lie and say she was simply a bodyguard by trade. Who would give a literal pickpocket the benefit of the doubt anyways? Not to mention the jobs that ended in much uglier confrontations... As a younger girl with the mercenary guild, she had once cried herself to sleep at night because she had nicked the arm of an enemy with her dagger. No personal vendetta or necessity was present: it just so happened that she had to use force and take a swing at him. Marcy never believed the stories about assassins and their wake of terror and death. Everyone carried their own burdens, and even if she herself had only labeled others to death once or twice, it would haunt her for at least a week. Threats were nothing like actually hurting someone. It reminded her of how she might end up going down with a rapier at her neck for treason.
"Well, ah... Let's just say that I've been recruited for some rather distasteful work. Mostly to help take back what bandits and muggers take, you know? Don't get me wrong: I'd say I'm a pickpocket, but for the right reasons. I won't stoop down to the level of a brigand," the thief explained in a whisper. Leaving out the part about such jobs being uncommon was crucial. Regardless, Marceline managed a smile and continued on. "You don't know what you want to do for work, hm? Well, you've got a blade, right? Try offering your services as a mercenary: sorta like what I do. All you really need to know how to do is fight. You know how to do that, right?"
With a reassuring nod, the woman placed her left hand on her hip next to where her dagger hangs. The perfect idea had just hit her! If he was willing, a sparring session was perfect. Not only would she be able to help the cyan haired Sacaean with his confusion about a job, but she would also technically complete her mission of finding a task and completing it. There was bound to be at least one thing that an Etrurian guard had learned in training that Sacaeans were completely new to, right?
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Saffron
Myrmidon
Posts: 13
Profession: Wandering Herbalist
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Profile: Saffron
OoC Alias: TacoFox
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Post by Saffron on Jul 23, 2018 18:34:08 GMT -6
Saffron listened closely to the words of the woman, nodding along slowly as she gave only the scarcest of details about her own job, yet he thinks he kinda gets the gist of it. She worked to steal back what brigands steal others, which is a odd thing to think about, but not entirely out of his realm of knowledge. Since he lived in the very mountains that brigands make their bases in for most of his life, then to a tribe that was still very close to their stomping grounds, he knew all of the dastardly things that would do, what they would take for whatever reasons would flow through their minds. Saffron can’t say he understands why they harm innocents as their main form of living, but taking back what was taken from you hardly seems like thing one would call, ‘distasteful’, but he may be wrong, since he has never personally experienced that sort of thing.
The bluenet raised his gloved hand to his chin, thinking about what the woman said a little bit more. He has never really thought about seeking out a job that required his combat skills, he had spent most of his life doing more domestic work, it was something he had confidence with his skills in, something he knows he can do easily. Fighting wasn’t something he was really, amazing at, he enjoyed learning how to fight under his master, and watching skilled fighters go toe to toe, but he couldn’t say that his skill was high enough to do more than defend himself from others.
He voiced his thoughts aloud, speaking in a quiet tone that she seemed to be using now, ”I’m capable of defending myself, my Master was thorough in my learning of the blade. However, I’m not that experienced in the true flames of combat, not yet at least.” he let his hand fall back to the table softly, ”I’m far more used to more domestic labor, but I suppose gaining more experience in battle will help me in the long run, and get me more work as well.” When he thinks about it, it was hardly a bad deal, not only would Fennel be more happy if he fought more often, but people would notice him more if he cratered to the more, aggressive, needs of the people.
Though… Just how far would he have to go on that path?
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Jul 24, 2018 21:02:42 GMT -6
Marceline chuckled softly to herself out of irony. It was foolish in her eyes to hang on to the notion that domestic labor was a stable profession in the dangerous world that they lived in. Siblings had betrayed siblings, animals had killed animals, and nations rose and fell because of history and its sick, cruel ways. A peaceful existence was sought after by many, but long ago the woman had accepted that it wouldn't be her fate to find such solace until her service to her liege had finished. It was by no accident that she was present during the prince's escape, though it may have seemed like it, and the thief carries herself in devotion to that cause before her own pursuits. Her scholarly ambition would have to wait until after her journey with a blade and nimble fingers was history.
"And help it will, Saffron. Being able to use a sword is a guarantee of safety to the best of your ability, and it also gives you the opportunity to give that guarantee to others," she responded with a lighthearted smile. "It's as I always say: 'there's no problem that a sharp wit and sharp iron can't fix'! And all it would take is some more practice and lots of it." With a reassuring nod, Marcy was certain that she was set up for the offer. Though she could easily ask for some outrageous amount and claim to be something special, a reminder about her position and her mission held her back. The assignment was to find work and complete the task for a reward, but there was no specified quota. Seeing the loophole, she wouldn't need to ask for much.
"In fact? What do you say to a little lesson from yours truly? Not to undermine your mentor here, but chances are I know a few tricks that you might not know about. World's a lot different across the plains, and having some knowledge of a different country's style would be to your benefit and make you a prime choice for some work. How about it, hm? A small price is nothing compared to how much this would help you in the long run."
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