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| Take a Little Time; For Razarod | |
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| Topic Started: May 30 2009, 04:40 PM (90 Views) | |
| Liron | May 30 2009, 04:40 PM Post #1 |
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lol pacifists.
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((Sorry, it’s kinda bad. =/ Not sure if this is acceptable or not for Raz, so let me know. )) Liron couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to Ildri – or indeed, when he’d ever been to Ildri. A fairly sedentary creature by nature, Liron had never really been consumed by the urge to travel the length and breadth of Elenlond for the sheer joy of it, preferring instead to remain in Soto unless business required his presence there. And, being a musician, he rarely had any business anywhere that required his presence. Occasionally, when he was bored, he’d go visit some neighboring towns and cities, or perhaps go see a particularly famed landmark – Elenlond had those in spades – but those visits were generally few and far in between, perhaps once or twice a year. Though, considering how long he’d been around – nearly a lifetime for the average human – he’d certainly seen his fair share of places. Yet he hadn’t actually been to Ildri, despite it being the capital of Angkar, and thus a fairly important place. It was probably the fact that Angkar was an island, and thus only reachable by boat. Liron was most definitely a land creature, and liked to have his feet firmly underneath him rather than have them wobbling on a boat’s surface. But, it had been high time he paid the city a visit. There’d been a new ruler placed on the throne recently – though only a long-lived creature would ever call five years recent – and the city seemed to be blooming under the rule of the new regent, some man called Razarod. Liron had no idea what the man was like, didn’t even know what he looked like, but if the city was doing well, then he probably wasn’t all that bad. But Liron was no politician, despite having a knack for mediation, and in truth, his visit to the city had been for pleasure rather than any deep inspection of the new ruler and all his ways. His particular location at the moment was a large square, filled with entertainers and merchants and street vendors eager to sell their wares. He always ended up being drawn to plazas, and particularly the performers. Other talents he might have, but at heart, he would always be a musician, and most comfortable around his fellow musicians. It wasn’t a glamorous calling, nor a well-paid one, but he enjoyed it, and he was good enough that he had a regular place at an inn back home. Of course, he helped out with other chores and did odd jobs as well, but it allowed him to do what he enjoyed, so he was hardly going to complain. Finding an unoccupied location, he pulled out his violin from its case, and did some quick tuning. He had nothing better to do that day that to play a few songs, and he was a bit rusty as it was. This place, large and filled with people, was a good place to practice, and a place where he would also hopefully go unnoticed. Settling the instrument on his shoulder, he closed his eyes and launched into a quick fast-paced folk song. |
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| Razarod | Jun 3 2009, 06:51 PM Post #2 |
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The midday Ankgar sun beats down on the city square heating the stone pathway to a temperature that would be unbearable were anyone crazy enough to try and walk on it in bare feet. People bustle about and money flies about as the citizens of Ildri and tourists alike purchase wares from the merchants and street vendors, and tip the street performers who perform their craft particularly well. And their king walks among them, eager to see and partake in the culture of his land, to live in Ankgar, not just rule over it. Many of the people either know that he prefers not to have fanfare made over his presence, or are otherwise too awestruck or nervous to make his presence a big deal. It certainly can not be because no one has noticed, fo rhe cuts a striking figure among the townspeople, standing a a great height, navy blue hair reaching to his waist, and garbed in a black robe covered in blood-red tribal designs. One particular performer catches his attention, it is an elvish-looking man playing an upbeat folk song on a violin. The king wanders over towards this man, noticing that he does not seem familiar in the least, nor does he dress like most of the citizens of Ankgar. He stands in front of him, and waits for him to finish the song before handing him a coin of a high denominational value, not extravagant, but just high enough to be slightly unusual, and speaks to him. "I must say, you play quite well, stranger... how long have you been playing?" |
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| Liron | Jun 4 2009, 12:23 PM Post #3 |
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lol pacifists.
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With his eyes closed and his attention focused on the lilting crescendos of his melody, Liron was not aware that he had attracted an audience until a voice, deep and strong, interrupted his thoughts upon the culmination of his song. Opening his eyes, Liron was slightly taken aback by the figure standing before him, as well the as rather shiny coin being offered to him. It had been a shorter piece and not written with the intention of showing off any particular skill, so Liron hadn’t really expected any particular praise of it, and certainly not monetary compensation from a man who gave the appearance of being more familiar with a horse and hunting attire rather than the crescendos and diminuendos of a violin piece. Liron was not a small man, evening out at a little over six feet, but this man made him feet short, standing a good five or so inches above the half-Fae. He was also well built and sturdy where the Fae was slender, and possessed a stunning mane of blue-black hair that any woman, vain or not, would have killed to have. Quite possibly the only thing the two shared in common were green eyes. And even then, the man had the brightest pair Liron had ever seen. There was just something so… noble about the way he looked and the way he carried himself. Though maybe that was just him, since as the ginger-haired man peered around, no one else seemed to be half as fazed as he was. They were merely going about their business, though a few kept sneaking peeks here and there. Which made Liron wonder…was there something about this man that he wasn’t quite getting? In any case, none of it really signified anyway. He should just be thankful that he’d been given a compliment, rather that criticism. Graciously, he took the coin from the man’s hands, green eyes widening slightly as he noticed its value. This was….unusual, to say the least. But, he was hardly going to complain. So he tucked it away in his pocket, and offered the stranger a thankful smile. Part of him felt urged to put his violin away, but that would have required him to bend down, and then he would have had to crane his neck upwards to watch the abnormally tall stranger. Instead, he let his arms falls to his side, violin clutched tightly but comfortably around the neck. “Thank you, sir, but I’m really not all that good.” Humility was a virtue, not a sin, and in any case, his words had been true enough. He might be better than most, but if he were all that good, he’d be sitting in some king’s court, playing for the highest ranking members of nobility. Which, truth be told, frightened him slightly. He had no wish to be someone’s pet, so it was probably for the best that he wasn’t quite good enough. “I have been playing since I was six, though, which is quite a long ways ago, so I would like to think that I’m at least halfway decent. But I enjoy it, and always have. Music is a big part of my life. I assume you enjoy music as well? You don’t seem like it though, if you don’t mind me saying.” |
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| Razarod | Jul 7 2009, 03:21 PM Post #4 |
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Razarod can't help but feel the man is looking at him a bit strangely. Could it be that he's already onto him? He can't be sure, since despite his status, he does admittedly stand out in a crowd... It's never bothered him in his life though. Both Galarod and Raziel stood out, so it only makes sense that Razarod would as well. He feels the other looking over his shoulder, but doesn't worry about it too much. Maybe the musician hasn't realized who he is yet, he hopes not at least. It's nice to get out and have a day to enjoy without fame cutting in on it. A smile spreads across the king's face at the fae's apparent humility. "Wow... since you were six? That's quite a bit of practice... And just how long has that been exactly, if you don't mind my asking?" A few more people are now looking in their direction, but not quite gawking, and not quite a large number of people either. It would be painfully obvious at this point that Razarod is far from a mere commoner. "Heh... I guess I can kinda see that... But I do enjoy music. I enjoy a lot of things, actually... Never picked it up myself though. Not many people around me did while I was growing up. But that was a different time, different place..." Razarod catches his mind wandering and brings himself back to the here and now before he slips up and reveals who he is too soon. It's rather nice to be able to converse with someone without them knowing of his name and station, to just have a friendly chat. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know any pieces by Edificion Dominici, would you? He was always one of my favorites. His music was always very technically difficult to play though, so it's okay if you don't." |
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| Liron | Jul 18 2009, 12:42 PM Post #5 |
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lol pacifists.
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((Whoa, late reply. MY BAD. SORRY.)) The light uneasiness pressing gently against his shoulders grew heavier and heavier with each passing minute, each pair of eyes that swiveled in their direction and remained firmly affixed on the two figures, one dark one light, standing in the middle of the plaza. Liron hadn’t expected to garner so much attention – hadn’t expected to receive any, actually – and even though those sets of eyes were planted on the navy-haired giant before him, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. It would have been alright if they were momentary stares, which truth be told most of them were, but a few citizens had paused in their activities to watch them, and their gazes held something close to reverence, which made Liron positive that there was something he was missing, some piece of the puzzle that hadn’t found its place just yet. He knew this man before him was no average commoner, for no commoner, no matter how rich, would toss around money as if it were sand. Some sort of nobility seemed like the most reasonable guess, but as for his exact place in the social hierarchy…the ginger-haired man couldn’t quite say. At the other man’s question, Liron chucked faintly, some of the tension inside diffusing. No matter how high up this man was, he was still treating Liron like an equal – well, not quite, but close enough – which was more that a lot of the nobles Liron had chanced upon. He was bright too, catching up on the otherness that gifted him with his longer-than-natural lifespan. A good man, one who seemed to care for the people, and that in itself left Liron with a favorable impression. “Some seven decades now, give or take a few years. It’s been a long time, and a little over ten years of that was spent in the music school in Kinaldi, where I got most of my formal education.” A wonderful ten years of his life that would have been longer had he not set the violin down and turned to less altruistic pursuits. He regretted that decision now, but he couldn’t turn back time, no matter how much he wished. But, as the man mentioned, it was a different place, a different time, and there was no point lingering on it now. “Edificion Dominici?” The name was familiar, and he thought he’d seen a few pieces by the composer a while back, but he’d never formally studied it. It hadn’t been the type of music he’d been trained towards, as he was a favorer of classics, and anything that deviated from that stream was something he’d never taken the time to learn. Oh, he’d played a few more contemporary pieces now and then for the sheer joy of it, but when it was all said and done, classical pieces were what he excelled at. “I’ve heard of him…Hmm, give me a second.” Flexing his fingers, he brought the violin back up to rest on his shoulders, and attempted to play one of the pieces he thought he might be able to remember though. However, the notes were rusty in his mind, and his fingers couldn’t move quite fast enough, contemporary violin requiring a different set of skills that baroque, so he gave up after about twenty measures and offered the other a chagrined smile. “Sorry, I’m afraid I butchered that quite terribly. Ah well. To each his own. Oh, I never did introduce myself. I’m Liron. It’s very nice to meet you.” |
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| Razarod | Jul 29 2009, 09:04 PM Post #6 |
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The fae in front of Razarod isn't the only one starting to notice the staring. The king feels all the eyes upon him, and knows that his companion is sure to soon notice that something is amiss. He seems to dismiss it for the most part however. Razarod listens as he is regaled with a short tale of the man's past. "Wow... seven decades? Must say you look excellent for your age." Razarod chuckles a bit, showing again that this is not an ignorant statement that displays a lack of knowledge about other races, but simply a joke, albeit perhaps not a very good one. "I myself have spent just short of three decades on the world. And the school in Kinaldi is quite prestigious. I'm sure you did quite well there." The king takes on a more relaxed stance as the slender fae launches into a Dominici piece. He struggles with it, but it obviously isn't his area of expertise. At least he appears to know the piece though, well enough to give it a good effort. He chuckles a bit again as the man apologizes. "It was a valiant effort. 'Under A Glass Moon' is one of his most difficult pieces." Then his stomach grows heavier at the mention of his name. How he will be expected to mention his. It was quite fun while it lasted. But then again, this could be a completely different kind of fun.... "Nice to meet you Liron. I'm Razarod." The king extends his hand to shake Liron's. |
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| Liron | Jul 31 2009, 12:03 PM Post #7 |
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lol pacifists.
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Razarod. If his hand hadn’t been encased in the other man’s, it would have fallen to his side in shock. As it was, he barely restrained himself from letting his jaw drop open, a behavior most unbecoming of a gentleman, and surely one the king would not have appreciated. But…it would have mirrored his emotions oh-so well. Razarod. Hah. Out of everyone in Angkar, and surely there had to be thousands of people populating the island, he would have had the luck to bump into the monarch himself. The chances of that occurring had been so slim that Liron had never even considered the possibility, preferring to believe anything else rather than think the king himself was before him. The clues had all fit, certainly but he’d still stubbornly convinced himself that the man before him was just an average noble – if nobles could never be considered average – and not anyone in particular. Oh, how wrong he’d been. “Razarod….ah…” Now what was he supposed to say to that? He’d pretty much gone and broken every single rule concerning politeness that existed, of that he was positive. Was there anything left to him that wouldn’t be considered a breach of etiquette? Probably not. Eh, if he was going to go down, he might as well go with flair. So he just smiled, albeit a bit awkwardly, and shook the king’s hand. The monarch hadn’t seemed displeased by his actions; rather he’d seemed to be enjoying himself, perhaps enjoying the fact that he was finally nameless and ordinary in someone’s eyes? It wasn’t something would happened often for Razarod, no doubt, since practically everyone in the city knew him. Liron, a newcomer to the area, knew of Razarod, in the most general of senses, but as far as details went, he was fairly ignorant. Thus, he was one of the few people the king could safely approach without warning bells going off instantaneously. The king had even commented upon it earlier. He’d also made no move to announce immediately who he was, which led Liron to suspect that he had preferred anonymity over infamy. Well, if he wanted an average conversation on an ordinary, Liron would do his best to ensure it, though only as far as he could reasonably go. “Why thank you, your majesty, for both compliments. I would like to take credit for preserving myself so well, but alas, that trait would be attributed to the good genes of my race, and not any personal action on my behalf. As for the music…perhaps when I return home, I’ll practice it more and perform it for you one day. Do you frequently come out here, just to mingle with the common folk?” |
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