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| Juul Shaepah | Mar 28 2014, 05:29 PM Post #1 |
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Spring had arrived, and had brought with it rain. It oscillated between hard driving thick globs and mist like precipitation, but it was constant. The sun had not the strength to burn through the thick cloud that carpeted the sky, and the light it emitted was weak and hazy. Thankfully there was little wind, which would have made the downpour unbearable, and there was only the occasional crack of thunder to punctuate the monotonous pitter-patter. The swamp had become even murkier than usual. The trees were just recovering their leaves, and offered sparse shelter, and the once numerous hammocks of land were now few and far between. The gurgle of toads and frogs, along with the chirping of insects, joined with the sound of the rain to make a cacophonous chorus. To be certain, it was the sound of life, yet it was maddening. Juul emerged from a knee-length bog, mud covering her feet and forearms, which the rain could not dislodge. The soldier pushed onwards, up the slight slope that housed a copse of trees, and collapsed against an arbour to catch her breath. It was her third day in the swamp, and she was not convinced of her position. She had tried to follow the sun, but dawn had been a good few hours ago and she could not pinpoint the position of the sun behind the cloud. Hell, she wasn't even sure if it was still morning. She spat, and cursed softly. She had half a mind to set a camp and rest - she had provisions, after all, but lighting a fire in such wet conditions was nigh impossible. Still, she looked for pieces of seasoned wood; there were many, and many trees had shed boughs during the winter. She half-heartedly began gathering them, keeping them under her arms, while her eyes scanned the ground for a suitable fire pit. Finding one, she dumped her findings into it, crouched and began organising them, banking the larger pieces with kindling and attempting the to find the balance between concentration of fuel and air circulation. Her task completed, she sat back staring at her sodden, unlit fire. Edited by Juul Shaepah, Mar 30 2014, 09:11 AM.
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| Pheonitia | Mar 31 2014, 07:14 AM Post #2 |
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Pheonitia The ball was over and Pheonitia’s mind was back to her usual self, and with it the recollection of ending the life of someone she did not even know the name, the thought bothered her. Not that it was inconvenient, it was just that she regretted the actions of that day and she wondered if she could have done any different. Sure, Lord Verithas had told her that when in a though situation one should always strike first and get the upper hand. But was it really such situation? Not to mention Lord Verithas would also tell her that she should have avoided it altogether, she had no responsibility to anyone there. She leaned against a damp tree of the even damper swamps she found herself in, she wanted to place to be alone, and this was the one that fitted that purpose the best, however she was not alone. She felt the signatures of a few people nearby, and while she was rather busy with her mind, she found herself thinking what people would be up to in such a place. Maybe they too sought the loneliness she had sought, or maybe there were up to something completely different. Maybe they are after me? Could such a thing be possible? It was not like she had made any friends in this strange new place, not that the word friend was something she used often, or at all. She met people with whom she shared a good connection, but she would not go out of her way to call them friends. Like love, it would be something she would have to feel for it to be real, and she was unable to. Thinking of the danger of being out there and that her recent actions may, or may not have drawn unwanted attention on to herself, she decided to confront whoever was out there and would do it as sneaky as possible. Not sure if she had been detected or not, the first person she found was a red haired woman that seemed to be trying to make fireplace. She did not seem to be out there to hunt her but instead it looked like what this woman wanted was just to get warm. With careful steps she approached the woman, making she was seen as she took the steps and with a smile waved hello. Then she pointed at the gathered wood in the fire pit and ignited her hand on fire, in her mind it would be easy to know what her intentions were. The silence of the mute was broken by a sudden cry for help. Thomas The eyes like a hawk, reflexes of a tiger, and the strength of a bear. Tom was on top of a tree branch, thinking all this as he stared a small monkey that had snatched away his most prized possession, the travel journal. He waited patiently for the moment, to... – STRIKE! Tom jumped in a pounce like motion of a tiger, minus the finesse, to grab the animal that easily dodged him by jumping on his head and moving on. There was a clear cracking sound of wood at that moment. – Oh snap! – Snap was right as it was exactly what happened to the tree branch and made the blond nomad fall into the murky swap. However his fall was not as splashy as he had thought it would be, he had landed on something hard, but flexible as well. Tom was trying to figure out what it was he landed on, when he saw an eye opening and staring at him, it was then that it hit Tom what this thing was. – A crocodile?! – He was quick to hug the mouth of the creature, making sure it would not go snappy snap on his behind. The creature began to roll around like a windmill, making Tom go under water and back up many times. In one of these times instead of catching a breath he decided to yell. – HELP! – Under he went again, things looked grim, but it was not the first time he had found himself in a hard situation, but if the wind had it, and with a bit of luck on the side, it would not be the last. Edited by Pheonitia, Mar 31 2014, 07:20 AM.
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| Juul Shaepah | Mar 31 2014, 09:04 AM Post #3 |
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The soldier sat there for a few minutes, staring in a defeated manner at her damp creation. The rain picked up again, slightly larger droplets splashing off both the wood and the soldier. She wondered why she had bothered. It was futile, but it had broken the monotony of stumbling through the bog, even if it was only for a few minutes. A monotony that was sure to continue in a few moments - some future traveller was sure to benefit from her labours, when the rain eased off. Over the now louder rain, Juul's ears pricked up to dull, wet thuds on the ground. It was hard to hear, but they sounded like footsteps. The soldier cautiously got to her feet, facing the direction on the sound. She neglected to pick up her shield, which remained leaning on the trunk of the tree, but her hand was on the hilt of her dagger. She was surprised when the figure appeared moments later; red-headed like herself, but tall and slim as opposed to her own stoutness. She was suspiciously clean, she noticed. Juul's hand fell away from her weapon, disarmed by the smile and the wave. Her eyes narrowed as the stranger produced a ball of flame and gestured to her unlit fire. She waited a moment, eyeing up the thin, pale figure wielding fire in front of her as her mind turned over distant memories. "Wait, wait. Lemme guess... you light my fire, provide me with some comfort and then suck my blood out through my eyes?" she spoke, a half grin spreading across her scarred features. "I know the tales. Yer a boggart or spirit or something." As she went to speak again, a loud splash cut across the sound of the rain and the hiss of flame. As the splashing continued, the soldier turned towards it, as it crescendoed with a strangled cry. Her gaze swung back to the pale figure, before she took off at a light jog towards it, leaving her shield against the tree. Her chainmail clinked with every step, and she soon came to the edge of the hammock. She peered through the misty rain, and could see two indistinct shapes writhing, throwing up sprays of water. She drew her blade, and began wading towards the altercation. |
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| Galeas | Apr 1 2014, 12:42 PM Post #4 |
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// My apologies for the length. Also Yada's and Gale's attires, please ignore the dorky poses XD // // Yada'nok // It had been a fun trip so far. He had met so many nice people that had given him peanuts at the party at Soto- the reason why he had gone South in the first place - and after that during the short stay in Madrid his spear had been conjured back together miraculously. By some magician or something, wasn't really relevant. The main thing was that it was almost like new again. Oh the Joy! Also, whilst roaming the streets he had found a new friend. A multicoloured kittycat that had followed him around in the capital and eventually he had ended up feeding and befriending it. He didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, so he had chosen to call it Chacha. And IT, since his Friend told animals shouldn't be called him or her like humans. They hadn't wanted to let Chacha join on the way back to Ashoka either, but he had persuated them. In a way most witty. Talking about something over and over again seemed to be the best method in getting what one wanted. And saying Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, really loud and patheticly, whilst holding the cat on the air markingly. Chacha might have been a cat, but it sure knew how to do the puppyeyes along with him. Even with the eyes being blue and not dark as his. The trio had also taken a stroll in the Morrimian capital after leaving Soto, thus letting him witness the Spring. It sure was nicer than Winter that had been coldcold and pure white. When the trees had started to reclaim their robes they had presumed it was better to resume the trip, not that they were ever on a rush. All the green and stuff that sprouted around reminded him of home and he was sure his family was missing him already, for they had been alone for weeks. Roaming his Friend's yard, probably eating the Garden and... everything else too. He might have to split ways with the other a bit before reaching their property, should he desire to leave peacefully. Ah, but that wasn't to be thought about now. Screaming and running was to be thought about later. In a few weeks, at this rate. He had always gone around the Swamp from afar, no matter it was in the middle on the road from Kinaldi to No'bu. It looked dark and oozing. And swampy. Like something that was sure to hold a monster or two in it, beings of unnatural origin that were sure to attack him should he stray in. He considered himself curious, but not that curious that he would stride into an unknown beast's Maw like a fool. But then why in the name of the Seven Deities was he in Loniar now nevertheless? Well, because Chacha had not given a damn about his fear. Nope, it had ran off, jumped off from the saddlebags it had slept in, then racing its way to the forested area when the many scents of soaky moss and wet bark reached through the air. Was it homesick? He had taken it away from the treeful Soto and brought it to the Plains of Morrim, the landscape being quite different and about to be even more so should they ever make it back to Ashoka. Guess it was understandable to seek comfort in a... Swamp? He had never quite understood the animals' insticts and the like. Even if he was one half the time. Refusing to yell out for Chacha, he had chosen to just try to track it out. It was quite fast little feline and had slipped away from sight with its camouflage kind of a coat and manners of a little sneaky bastar- No. One shouldn't swear. The forest floor consisted of dirt and fallen leaves, making it easy to track the runaway around. Those tiny toemarks. The former tribesman had squated down to tap the ground and examine what it could tell him, slowly raising his gaze in hope he would finally spot the cat. But no, it had disappeared to nothingness. He looked behind him, wondering if his Friend was following, but for now they were nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had been too hasty to just rush after Chacha, jumping off the horse without saying a word and leaving the other behind. Not that they talked much anyway, seemed to enjoy silence, yet they had not told him even once to shut his piehole during the trip, for he sure liked to talk. A lot. About everything. Question too. It had always been like that, he asked and they answered, for the past few months. Or had it been a year already? No idea, but as long as he was not told to halt his tongue he would not think about it too much. In depth at least. He had almost given up, walking around aimlessly, kicking rocks into the soaky pools and taking in the murky air in deep exhausted inhales. The shiny spear he held against his shoulder, the freshly looted wolf claws and fieldfare feathers dangling in a string under the blade and accompanying his step with an even clatter. He was still wearing his winter garments, the three green cloaks wrapped around his body and leather boots covering his feet, not the most comfortable nor the quietest set of gear. Atop all, he realized he might be lost. Or was he imagining that he had seen that particular tree and that rock already? Damn, he knew his way in the Jungle, no matter how dense the vegetation, but here... No. The trees all looked alike! He was not going to yell for his Friends now though, it would make it seem like he needed someone to guide him. And he sure didn't, he wasn't a ten-year-old. He was twelve. TWELVE. Practicly a man already and so more than capable of finding his own way out. Along with Chacha. He was not leaving without h- IT. Then he heard snoring. Loud to that, coming from somewhere between the big oaks. He was sure it wasn't anyone he knew, since those he was familiar with didn't make a sound like that, but chose to inspect anyway. Shapeshifting into his ringtailed form, just in case the new acquaintance would not be as peaceful as he was, the Boy took himself through the bushes in a faint rustle. It didn't take him long to spot a man, sleeping under a tree. He tilted his head. They must have been terribly tired to nap in a skincrawling, alligator infested and murky place as this. Nevertheless, he spotted something else on them that caught his attention. The round, always confusement filled eyes narrowed, as if trying to zoom in, at the figure. A... Book? Oh! He sure loved books. He had gotten one of his very own back at Eldahar, it's name being Alvin according to the nice Lady he had met shortly after claiming the tome for himself. Maybe... If he got back to his Friend later he could give it as a peace offering, for running away and causing trouble. And for taking Chacha against their requests of leaving it behind. Yes. Good idea. He wasn't a thief really, but this time the temptation was too great for him to just dismiss it. Was a good deal, forgiveness for a little Gift, one that he would just slip from the man's fingers as they slept. Mmmm-hm. He would just... Sneak in. Maybe they wouldn't even remember they had it. His long tail curled up into the shape of a carefully rolled cinnamon bun, so to keep it off the way, and he went on all fours to approach the blond person quietly. It all went pretty well. He was able to get next to them, gaze fixed upon their form in search of signs of awakening, then slowly slipping the book from their grasp. Wonder what it held within. As for a brief glimpse he could tell it had leaves and a feather sticking out from between the weathered pages, the covers being bound and shut tight by a belt of sorts. Was it a herbarium? He had seen a few, them holding dried plant parts and many vibrant illustrations of flowers, but what was the feather doing there then... Slowly backing off, eyes on his newly stolen discovery, he made the classic mistake. Stepped on a branch. That cracked, LOUDLY. He turned into stone, staring at the person that had now woken up, looking at him. Oh noes. Of course they noticed he was holding the book, lunging at him and starting the chase. First in a circle for a while, then up a tree when he was tired of running. The book was heavy as a millstone for his shifted state, making him struggle with the climbing, but still letting him get on the branches faster than the pursuer. As the man followed, being as much of a monkey on their skill as he was, he came to realize he was now cornered. Or... Branchered. He looked around, trying to make up where to jump next, a nearby oak or something that would offer an escape, but there was none. Crap. His golden gaze jumped back to the blondie, inspecting as they hung atop the thick strand of wood. There was no way to go, but... Through. Soon enough the other charged at him and he squeeked, startled, and as a counter-reflex he jumped. Fortunately on their head, continuing his way from there with another leap and landing behind them. Hah! Fast as a greased lightning the monkey went down the bark, too afraid to look over his shoulder, and as his feet made contact with the ground again he heard the splash. The man had fallen off the old tree, getting welcomed to the life of the swamp pond by a crocodile. And then the duo started a dance, the man grabbing the beast's nozzle whilst it rolled happily like a dog in a pile of mud. For some reason, in the middle of what seemed like play, the stranger called out for help. He stared, convinced that he indeed should take part in trying to save them, since it was his fault. Should he not have Claimed their book they would not have chased him to the tree and so not fallen and and and... Quick inhale. Yada'nok knew alligators and other reptiles by experience, their nature being quite ferocious and jaws big and fangs long and the body forceful, thus making him unable to fend it off the other person. He stood frozen for another second, the little cogs inside his head trying to make up WHAT THE HECKS AM I GOINGS TO DO!? Amidst his panicing he heard another familiar sound over the splashing that took place before him, this being a short neigh and a clip clop of hooves. The horse. His Friend always arrived at the moment when things had already turned to the worst, but when needed more than ever. By Yada'nok at least, since he got in trouble quite a bit. He tried to yell, letting out a squeeky scream instead, slinging the book to be held atop his head and away from getting ruined by the soaking nature as he balanced on two feet, taking himself to the sound's direction in a bouncy motion. Whilst crawling through the spikey bushes he shifted back to his original form, slipping the book inside the folds of his cloaks. The treasure would be safe there. On the other side of the wall of thorns he spotted the oh so lovelily familiar horse and its rider, the two combinet looking like the harbinger of Death and Misfortune. The huge animal with a shiny black coat and mane, on its back a tall hooded figure that slowly turned to look at him when he let out a loud Ahoy! at their direction. Good thing he was Friends with them, otherwise he might have ran off from such a sight. " Come helps! No time to explains! " The boy yelled at them, gesturing to his right whilst jumping up and down nervously. Please, let the Blondie be alive still. The Gods would not forgive him if he killed someone. Even if it was as indirectly as this. Without another word, since there was not a second to waste, he turned on his place and leaped to return to the site of mayhem. He would wait for a moment, jumping about and possibly gesturing his Friend to the direction of the struggle, before taking a better look at his spear. Wait... Maybe if he... Threw it? OH! He mostly didn't kill things, but if he was able to kill the dragonic creature he might get to loot it's fangs... YES! GREAT IDEA! He balanced the weapon on his grip measuringly and charged a shot, bending his arm far back. And then he aimed, one eye closed, and swung it over his shoulder in a wide arch. At the beast. He held his breath, hoping if it was to hit. He didn't miss often, but the creature had thick skin and it was doing a dance. Fingers crossed! // Galeas // It had been a terrible trip. He had known from the start that it was a bad idea to leave down South, but gone anyway -with some reluctance- by the request of another. The journey had been long, with more downs than ups, and the return had been delayed quite a bit by different events that had occured on the way. Most of them being of the negative kind and rulingly caused by his travel companion, the young tribesman. Who for some reason didn't have a tribe, for all he knew, but they sure had enough goats to make up for one. Blasted animals... He had long ago lost count of all the boy's brilliant ideas they had come up with during the journey, but he sure remembered the latest one. It being the Cat. How was it that they attracted all the pests in the world and then had the idea that they could be held as pets? Felines couldn't even be called that, most of them being too independent and ungrateful to be held close. Against his prohibition the other had taken it with them, hiding it inside their cloak for a bit, and even given it a name. ChaCha or something of the sort. How marvelous. A simple name for a difficult being. Talking of animals, he had been fooled to buy a horse. Or more like blackmailed and threatened, since it had basicly been shoved at him after which the 'seller' had drawn a knife when he refused to buy it. Damn Sotoan Capital and its people. He had got somewhat lucky with the condition of the product, for it was a healthy individual, if not a bit overpriced to that. It also had a name, Svala, which was a foreign word for swallow. Quite funny, since the mare's heavy structure was far from that of a lightweight bird. He hadn't really wanted to stop at Kinaldi, too much commotion and a strong Wind on the Plains, but Yada'nok seemed to have had some sort of business there. They had been at the Morrimian capital before, last summer and autumn to be exact - so giving him a break from their straining presence - , and as they wandered about they kept talking about a strange man they had met at the Market. Someone with a cane, a funny hat and a beast that was as big as a hill. In vain the tribesman had looked for the odd person for a day and a half, whilst he had busied himself with paying a visit to an old acquaintance and a book store. The Spring was already knocking on the Nature's door and making its appearance in the tops of the trees shortly after, something that made him realize it might be best to make haste back to Ashoka. Should he want to see his house again that is, since for what he had heard goats could eat anything. He didn't put up his hopes for the survival of the yard, since the tall grass and a few selected shrubberies seemed to be the favourite snack for that strange livestock... Or family, as the boy called them disturbingly. Arrival to the surroundings of the Swamp this morning seemed to have made the tribesman a bit nervous, since they had gone quiet the moment they spotted the murky trees. Not that he cared, silence being more than appreciated after all the endless blabber that they had kept up quite succesfully for weeks. Did they ever run out of questions and subjects to talk about? Seemed not. As usual, the peace wasn't there to stay. It was quite soon broken by the Cat that rushed off like someone had set its tail ablaze, taking its course towards the damn forest. Atop which the boy ran after it, screaming and jumping like a maniac. Just his luck. Yet again, he had pretty much given up on hoping that the road would be smooth and straight, for there had been so many bumps and turns that had made it unnecessarily long and troublesome. He hadn't said a word to stop the other from running straight to the dangerous Woods in pursuit of an animal that couldn't give less of a damn for the safety of neither of them, but instead halted the Friesian's gait and stared. Was he to follow them? It wasn't like they mostly needed help, since the Gods seemed to be on their side in danger -the only way he could explain why their reckless arse was still alive- , but neither was he obligated to look over them. Or so his Reason told him, soon enough getting into a verbal conflict with his Conscience. Fine... He took a moment, the horse standing tall and still like a dark mountain in the Wind that swept across the Plains in quite a bit of force, making the animal's tail and mane whip loudly over the silence that had fallen. The weather had been cloudy since the very beginning of the day, but only now it gave signs of actual rain. Like today couldn't get any more miserable, not that he complained for he knew things could always be worse. As he gazed upon the Swamp he presumed that whatever laid within was far off from pleasant and flowery, something the boy was sure to get involved with if he was to tell by experience. Oh, they sure knew how to drag all the monsters from hiding. Big and small. The sky ripped itself apart after a few minutes of pondering, making his decision somewhat easier. Ah well... The Scholar let out a sigh that reeked of mental exhaustion, giving the reins a light tug to direct Svala's stride towards the new destination. If he found that Boy -he couldn't say he hoped he wouldn't, that would have been cruel- he might have to have a little talk about running away continuously. It was starting to get on his nerves. There was a path between the old trees, thankfully, and even Svala's broad being fit through to the path quite nicely. He wouldn't rush or systematicly look for the tribesman, for he was sure they would eventually stumble on his path anyway. They had done that many times before, might as well await them to do so again. For a while he heard and saw not a single soul, was a bit dead in these parts at this time of the year, but eventually a sudden yell reached through the woods. The voice didn't belong to the one he was searching for, but he was certain the trouble of someone had something to do with Yada'nok. Their very essence meant difficulties, as he had learnt throughout the past days, and the thought of him having to solve yet another inconvenience made him roll his eyes openly. Soon enough, as expected, the culprit to the mayhem took over the stage, jumping through the bushes to make a hasty appearance. Galeas glanced at the one behind him, listening to the boy's panting words. Dear Lord... " Come helps! No time to explains! " That kid would end up getting him killed, sooner or later, should they keep asking him to save them from the unending pickle they were in. Wonder what was it this time... Not thinking on it too much, everything would come clear soon enough, he unwillingly slinged himself off the saddle. Was probably better to leave Svala behind. And loose, for it might get attacked by lurking beasts and get eaten in these backwoods if tied into a tree. He wasn't going to risk being left without a ride in the middle of the Morrimian grounds, giving the horse a quick look and gesturing to it by pointing the ground briefly. Stay. Or run, should something emerge, for all I care. Staying silent, the Scholar corrected the feathers of his hood and straightened up, then bringing his hands together in a clap. His figure dispersed, reappearing on the other side of the hedgelike bushes through which the boy had went just a minute ago. In a bit he arrived to an opening with swampy pools, following partially the set of presences he was able to sense and after getting close enough he heard the loud struggle. The source of the splashing made him halt his step. Someone was wrestling with a wild beast again? What was wrong with these... people? For all he could make up from the watery blur it was a crocodile trying to make someone its lunch, spinning about like a top. Alright then. His psychic radar told him more people were approaching and he shot a look over the yonder. If they were to be hostile, he would have to grab the boy by their cloak and drag them out the woods, found their cat or not. Wasn't worth it. As his attention returned to the task at hand, saving yet another moron of sorts, he saw Yada'nok jumping about and gesturing at the fighting duo in a way that said 'What are you waiting for!?'. Yes, he had noticed the situation, dammit, what did they take him for, a blind? Gods, the inpatience. What did they want him to do anyway, kill the beast? Pffft. Letting out a grunt he rolled up his mental sleeves and just as he was about to click his fingers in preparation of a spell a spear flew past, making him freeze in process, hands raised mid-motion. Wonder why the boy hadn't done that before, but instead dragged him to witness the mess too... If there was to be one. 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| Pheonitia | Apr 2 2014, 06:52 AM Post #5 |
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Pheonitia Suck blood through her eyes? What an odd thing to say, I would never do such a thing. Also blood magic was never my forte, and without the ability to access my dimensional bag I do not have the enchanted blood to even attempt such a thing. Pheonitia’s mind considered the possibility presented to her by the red haired woman, tilting her head to the side with a brow raised. Soon she realized that her reaction was probably a bit too creepy and maybe suspicious, not to mention the complete opposite of what her true intentions were. She extinguished the fire and shook both her hands many times, with her head following the same motion. She approached the woman carefully and kneeled down by the fire pit, and with ease even in the rain she produced a fireball and ignited the wood. Since she had done her deed and at the same time satisfied her initial curiosity she got up and proceeded to retreat slowly, maybe it would be best to leave her alone. The cry for help emerged from a nearby place, she could sense a few people there and just as the other she too wanted to aid. Hopefully the woman would understand that her intentions were good intended as she followed behind. Shortly after, she heard a loud scream, and then another, it would seem someone was in pain but she did not have a clear view of what was really going on. Thomas If not for the fact that his life was in danger, he had got accustomed and was enjoying the spinning around as it was not as unpleased as he had imagined, but then again he was riding a crocodile and he needed to put that in perspective, or try to do it. It was then that it hit him, not the full realization on how grim the outlook to his current status quo but something much real, more painful. Had he been bitten? No, it was JUST a spear that had stabbed his leg, and almost immediately he let out the appropriate response to such a thing… screaming from the top of his lungs. – AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!... – Down he went gargling the scream under clean swampy water and when he emerged… – gulgulpaaaAAAAAAAAHH!!! – As Tom went down again he tried to pull out the spear from his leg, this action obviously made him lose grip of the crocodile and as the spinning continued, its natural flow sent him flying out of the water, he splashed once on its surface before sinking down again. In his mind the situation went from a nice nap to being stolen, falling on a swamp, fighting not to become crocodile snack, and being attacked by tribesman, or woman. If it was the later and the woman were good looking he would give them some slack, but not much since he was still in the swamp and there was a crocodile charging at him, so it was kind of rude of the tribal beauties to attack him. With the right leg still hurting he decided to kick the crocodile with his left leg. Of course kicking underwater was a stupid idea, but the outcome was quite positive, the creature had snapped its jaw on his foot. Why was this not as bad as it seemed? Well, Tom was very grateful that he actually spent good amount of coin on his boots, and the thick boot managed to keep those sharp teeth from gnawing his feet. With the crocodile’s jaw locked in place he managed to pry the spear from his leg and began to stab away at the thing in front of him, anywhere, everywhere, it did not matter as it was not like he was a master spearman or a master of anything for that matter. Eventually he felt his foot being released and the creature rolling around and started to float with his belly up. As he reached the surface he came out laughing, with a few leaches attached to his face, and probably in other places as well. – Haha… HA! Thank you wind! I knew it was not my day! – He had completely forgotten about the tribal babes as he so imagined them in his mind, and was merely smiling at his good fortune. Just then another crocodile emerged in front of his face. His expression went from a cheery grin to a wide eye opened scared expression. Oh wind, I don’t ask much… I only want to drink another ale… or two… maybe three if the coin is enough. Share a bed with a woman, blond if possible, pretty too, but I’m not going to be picky she can be ugly. Maybe have that kid, yeah… a cute blond kid with blue eyes, like… you know… that is all I ask, before I pass on, but please… Please! Don’t let me become crocodile shit! Edited by Pheonitia, Apr 2 2014, 06:54 AM.
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| Juul Shaepah | Apr 2 2014, 08:12 AM Post #6 |
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A look of puzzlement spread across Juul's features as the almost ethereal figure gestured non-threateningly. She watched, somewhat guardedly, as the figure crouched and then lit her fire. She was impressed - but suspicious. The utility of magic was undisputed in her mind, but she couldn't help but distrust those who wielded it so freely. To create something from nothing did not sit right with her. She began to ponder it further, but her attention was snatched by the cacophony of noise. The soldier pressed on through the stagnant waters, the intensity of the rain increasing. It lashed at her face as the waters of the bog first lapped around her ankles, then her knees, then the top of her thighs. Still she pressed onwards, her speed slowing gradually, towards the sound of the struggle. The strangled cries were definitely human. Two distinct shapes began to emerge in her vision, both thrashing wildly - one jabbing frantically with a spear, the other recoiling. She noticed trails of scarlet appearing in the brown muck in her periphery. A crocodile! It had to be, with such movements in such water. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the spear-wielding figure, a skinny man with a countenance of a drowned rat. His face was marked with Vespasian knew what, and he was smiling like an idiot at his apparent victory. Her eyes darted towards the spreading pools of blood, and the pin began to drop. Her gut bunched with a sense of impending danger, and her shortsword hissed from its scabbard in an instant. A flash of lightning illuminated the reptilian head that emerged from the water, directly in front of the grinning man. A resonant warcry, from the belly, erupted from the red-headed woman as she leapt forward, sword held high. She landed on the nape of the creature's neck, her left arm encircling and gripping like a vice. Her right arm rose and fell in powerful, practised thrusts that penetrated the neck of the beast. She growled through gritted teeth with every blow, as the blood of both man and beast mingled. As the creature began to still, Juul stood upright, glaring at the sodden fool before her and gesturing with her bloodstained sword back in the direction she had come. "Go!" she barked, baring her teeth "That way! They smell the blood!" Edited by Juul Shaepah, Apr 2 2014, 08:48 AM.
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| Galeas | Apr 2 2014, 01:05 PM Post #7 |
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// Yada'nok // It hits, successes! No wait... The Blondie's roar marked that the target had been somewhat different from what he had intended, so keeping him from screaming victoriously. Whoops? He froze and stared in mild regret, maybe using the spear had not been the best idea after all. Or so the yelling would suggest. The boy shot a quick look at the sorcerer that also was staring in a way that portrayed mild disappointment, their looks linking for a short moment. Sorry? Heck, he had only wanted to find his Catfriend, nothing more. As the man flew through the air, up and then down again, his look traced it whilst the rest of his body staid like a statue. Stiffened by awe. To be honest, it looked quite funny and made him feel like laughing, but he was sure his Friend would disapprove with that and throw a glare at him. Was rude to express Joy towards others' misfortune. When the Blondie submerged into the march water that now held diabolical strands of blood Yada'nok tilted his head a bit, awaiting something to happen, for the surface went quiet for a while. After a bit of silence and underwater struggle the man seemed to take use of the spear, stabbing the crocodile to death in a way most brutal, with a twist of clumsiness. They obviously had no idea how to kill the beast quickly, but yet again, anyone that had just been stabbed in the leg would have been a bit disoriented by pain and the like. Or so he reasoned. Wonder if they would let him to pull a few fangs from its mouth, would be a shame to leave the body just floating there. Could use the head too, make a hat out of it. Oh, it would look great! His look detached from the now victoriously smiling man as he reached into the folds of his cloak, going through the chest area. Did I brings my knife... And then there was another roar. Female to that, accompanied with a flash of drama from the sky. His look widened and he noticed two new things having emerged into the rainy surrounding. A new crocodile and a woman with flaming locks who was currently whacking the hell out of the reptilian. They looked like a warrior in shining armour and sure had a better idea of how to slay things. Yada'nok whistled and cheered, jumping in the air and shaking his fists. Whaaagh! Lady saves the day! A wide toothy grin on his brightened features he bounced to the edge of the pool, his gaze fixed upon the wounded man that had so heroicly triumphed before. Oh, peoples were so full of surprises! Maybe he could teach them to use the spear later, properly. And make friends. Grill crocodiles. Yup. " I can helps! " His boyish voice suggested and he crouched down to keep a sturdy footing on the treacherous march ground, extending his hand towards the Blond so to help him up. He had completely forgotten about them having chased him only a bit ago, the situation had turned way too exciting after all. Squating down and awaiting the other to accept his aid, he let his look sweep the surrouding real quick for more threats, only to spot yet another person. More red heads, ladies even? Lovely! He waved at them cheerfully, his expression happy in a way that didn't quite fit in the scene that surrounded him. // Galeas // Good grief... The scholar lowered his hands and slowly straightened up from his startled state, his brows arching a bit as he saw the weapon hit a somewhat false destination. A mental facepalm. How grand, now we have a wounded person in our hands, as well as possibly more crocodiles if one was to take in consideration the amount of blood that was mixing with the water. His head turned rapidly and the cold look made his opinion known to the boy that so carelessly had made the situation even worse. Of course they had only tried to help, but it mattered little, if at all. He wasn't their guardian, or even a friend, but he seemed to be the one to take responsibility over the boy's actions in every turn. Or at least getting their sorry arse away from the danger, for he wasn't savage enough to just split and leave them behind. In addition, it was cowardly to flee. He could never sink that low. Ever. Hell, let the Gods smite him down if a thought like that was to cross his Mind. Everything that happened next did so quite fast, leaving him little time to actually make up a move for the aid of another. They flew, then taking the brawl underwater, leaving one floating body behind in just mere seconds. The Mother Nature was not done yet however, spawning another beast straight after the other had perished. For the second time in one day, he felt like rolling his eyes, which was quite unusual. He shot a frown towards the skies that now were murky as the very soil he stood on, pouring down in a violent manner. Could you not? For once. The trees above him offered some shelter, but not as much as they might have if it wasn't too early of a year. The sorcerer gave the front of his hood a quick tug, correcting its position and making sure it would stay above his features and keep the rain off his face. It hadn't rained long enough for the water to reach through the cloth yet, but if the weather kept up its soggy state it might, sooner or later. As if there weren't enough people and surprises at one spot already, two figures appeared from the other side of the swampy sinkhole. One was a maiden soldier according to their looks, their forceful aura suggesting the same as their actions that were hasty to take place and slay the recent plot twist. He folded his arms, since his talents were hardly needed for now, observing as their arm slashed down, blood of wildlife splattering from their weapon. Well, wasn't that... Brutal. And loud. Attract all the beasts in the Forest now would you? Above all, his lively traveling partner chose to express barbaric joy, jumping up and down in confusing excitement. His stern look traced their movement when the tribesman made their way towards the pool, seemingly offering a helping hand to the man. I swear, if that little hand of his gets eaten by an ancient reptilian... I will not be the one to comfort him for it. The fifth addition to the comedy of the Loniar swamp seemed from afar to be another Lady, less armed and shielded than the other, along with an interesting colour that wavered on their form. Magical origin perhaps, should he trust what he saw through the veil of rain. What a lovely, womanly duo then, a barbarian and a magician, balancing each other out. He gave his sleeves a quick sweep, grunting in mild annoyance towards all the attributes that surrounded him, for they had piled up way too quick and in a number that was one or two too many. His hues wandered, making it sure there was nothing trying to creep on him, then returning to the trio that struggled before him. Guess one could help the boy drag the man off the pool, as the good deed of the day. Were they to grasp Yada'nok's extended hand. His reluctant, yet even, step took him next to the tribesman, ready to offer assistance to the other's good intentions. |
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| Pheonitia | Apr 7 2014, 06:46 AM Post #8 |
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Pheonitia Something was wrong for sure, a man in a swap pool with a crocodile, it would also appear one had just been slain and if nothing happened soon the blond man would be bitten for sure, or suffer a far worse fate. Like a force that pushed her body back Pheonitia felt the intensity of warriors attack as she leap in to save the unfortunate man, and in a great display of skill the creature was slain before she could hurl a fireball. Bold, brave and skilled. I am impressed but now you both need to get out of there before any more crocodiles come. She had been amused by the performance, but knew that this was not over, not just yet. Calling forth a flame on her right hand she began to shape it into a fireball as her senses and her eyes scouted the immediate area. They are close, get out, get out! Thomas An… - Angel? – Tom shook his head, she did not need to tell him twice, and after all it was his specialty. Maybe that was the thing he was a Master of, running away from danger. He might not be the fastest person on land, and probably he’s even slower on water, but in the face of danger he would be swift. Quickly he reached land, still carrying the spear and all, and as his feet got hold of land he blew past the two reaching out to aid him. He hid behind the tree where his backpack and bow were found, and started to dig with the earth with the aid of the spear in order to grab hold of his bow. With the bow in hand, he armed an arrow and peeked from the tree, tilting is body. – Is everything OK? His eyes scouted the swampy view, wondering where did the tribal goddesses were, was it the red head? Wait, but he was seeing double now, two read heads? An old guy and some… kid? What in the wind is going on here? – My journal!!! – He remembered that his most prized possession was still lost and began to look after the devil that had took it. He saw the tree with the broken branch, and the area close to it, but nothing. Hey you monkey! Give me back my book!!! – He started to shout, not giving much thought to what he might or not attract. – Monkey!.. – The swamp was too vast, he had no idea where to start looking, he did not even know how long he had stayed in the swap, but any second spend there was too long and now finding the creature that took his journal would be close to impossible. – Wind damn it!! |
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| Juul Shaepah | Apr 7 2014, 07:40 AM Post #9 |
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Juul sneered slightly as the bedraggled blonde in front her scurried away - though admittedly she was very impressed at his speed in the muck that surrounded him. He was gone in a flash, as thunder rumbled overhead. The rain did not cease its violence. Sheathing her sword, she made to follow him, her boots full of water and her chainmail seeming twice as heavy. She looked up at her destination, and was shocked to see two new figures, in addition to the fleeing blonde and the now fireball-wielding could-be-boggart. One was tall and stern, the other little more than a boy - wide-grinning and seemingly ecstatic. Where the hell have they come from? she wondered, a look of confusion spreading over her scarred features, her eyes widened and her brows furrowed. Her steps slowed as she struggled to take in these new figures. Have I stumbled into a trap? I've been walking through this swamp for days, and not seen a soul. A tribesman, a wraith, and an elder... are me and blondie meat? As her right foot hit dry land, a surge of movement erupted behind her, and long jaws snapped around her left ankle, catapulting her forward into the arms of the tall, sage looking one. Another one?! She yelped, and gripped tightly to his robes, gritting her teeth against the pain as the beast tried to drag her back into the muck. She snarled at his passive features, and hissed through a clenched jaw. "Help... me!" Edited by Juul Shaepah, Apr 10 2014, 10:55 AM.
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| Galeas | Apr 8 2014, 01:39 PM Post #10 |
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// Yada'nok // " Uangh! " The boy withdrew his hand swiftly as the Blondie chose not to grasp the offered aid and instead went right past, making him recoil in confusion. His many layers of garments were a pain at situations like this, for as he backed off briefly his heel caught into the edge of the cloak. The clumsiness slinged him down to the ground, landing him onto his back and in slight embarrasment he kept from getting up right away. Grunting, he tilted his head backwards to trace the decending upsidedown figure that still was holding his treasured weapon, a frown creeping upon his features as they disappeared behind the tree like a mighty thief. No! " Come backs! I needs that backs! " The tribesman yelled and rolled up with the agility of a beetle, running after the man in a loud demanding rustle of his cloaks. His damp ponytail had licked against the nape of his neck and during his jog he shook his head like a wet dog in attempt of setting his hair loose and from tickling upon his skin. There! The shade was murky, but the first thing he spotted was his spear. Sticking form the ground amidst the roots, the sharp edges hardly shining from all the dirt that covered it. Had Mister Blondie dug the ground with it? What a horrible image, so... blade-dulling. Screaming internally he grabbed the polished pole and gave it a swing, ridding some of the earth from the refined form. He inhaled in an exaggerated arch of his chest, the dark of his eyes darting up to seek for the man on the tree. " It is a spear, nots a shovel! You in-bee-sill! " He yelled out, attempting an insult at the end with a word he had heard someone call out in the Sotoan streets. No idea what it meant, but sounded classy and had been used by someone most witty. As far as he knew. He was about to continue his immature rant when the Blondie finally opened their chest of articulation in a shout, so making the sentence die into the tip of his startled tongue. Monkey? This was when he recalled the recent events, so feeling a shiver travel down his form, stinging in his chest against which the tome rested. He could feel it's rounded corner inside the folds of his garment as his hand reached to grab it through the cloth in regret. Shouldn't yell. Lets just... Split... Without another word he turned hastily to return to his Friend, maybe they could leave now that everything was good. Yes, leave, fast, go far away from the crazy man, yup. As he got back to the open from behind the mountain of a tree, he saw something quite... Peculiar. Was the ladyfolk clinging onto his Friend. What... Why? He tilted his head in mixed thoughts and raised the corner of his lip in ashtonishment, it taking him several seconds of brainwork to actually notice all the participants in the interesting scene. The crocodile, what a lovely third wheel it made, gnawing on the foot of the War Maiden that now openly had requested help. No matter being directed at the Sorcerer, Yada'nok saw it as yet another opportunity to prove himself. After all, he was more afraid of people than he was of wildlife, for the latter he had known all his life. " Raaaaargh! " He roared out, snarling and baring his little teeth as he reached to the vicious reptile in just a few leaps, lastly jumping straight on its form with the aid of his spear. Letting out yet another savage warcry, closer to a shriek of a half-witted bird than a horrific roar of a wild beast, the boy brought the blade down to the neck of the scaled monster, the rain forming a rivers down the slippery pole. Would have been a successful kill if his hand didn't slip at the end of his strike. Thus why he charged again, balancing atop the squirming wild animal. " I'll makes a hat outta this one! " // Galeas // Well, that was fast... He hadn't really gotten to the task at full, only standing next to the boy, staring at the duo wading in the pool without any visible intention in reaching a helping hand. Would have been in vain anyway, for the root of the mess had chosen to finally reanimate their feet and in a blur of splashes had regained footing on solid land. They left the helpful lady behind without saying a word, along with felling the sincere tribesman to the ground by darting past like a slippery and dripping blast of wind. Galeas himself stood still, the hues amidst his immobile expression tracing the fledling as they took to the murky shadows of the forest. His senses signaled him that they didn't go too far, maybe just hid rather than ran to the hills. Thus why he didn't make a single move to prevent Yada'nok from following them, since they were only going to retrieve their respected item. Even with the Blond man having done a bit rude of an act by splitting the scene in little appreciation towards the resque, the Scholar wouldn't form a solid opinion of them yet. Maybe they were the smartest one in the bunch after all, for now the only one that had actually taken away from the predators instead of going towards them, thus he wasn't too hasty to grant them the spot of a noble idiot on the ranks he held inside his Mind. For it was quite foolish to end up wrestling innocent wildlife that held fangs twice the amount and size of your own. His head bowed and he shook it in psychic exhaustion, it having gone quiet for the first time in a while and so making him aware of the downpour that violated the otherwise peaceful soundscheme with its chaotic orchestra. Along with the heavy clink of the Soldier that now had risen from the sinking eye of the swamp. It was in their wake that the third danger addition was held however and before any of the participants knew the shy peace had been kicked down a cliff once more. The jaws that erupted from the deep green were becoming annoyingly familiar of a sight, but it was a more surprising appearance that shook him and distracted him from that of the beast. "Help... me!" His hues redirected to meet the ones of the Lady whose gauntlet was wrapped on his person, seemingly not about to let go, whilst the voice demanded his assistance. What was their route of thought exactly? Was he not to help, they would drag him to join them in their Doom as well? By judging the way they hung onto him they sure might, but was not his intention to go willingly. Or at all, if one was to go into specifics. His slightly widened look calmed down and fell into a state of ponderant frown as he quickly counted his options. Weren't many, not against a crocodile, for one of his main destructive skills had been disable by the ra- A glimmer in the corner of his eye caught his attention and ajared the door he had taken for locked, making the cold of his gateways fix on the swirling blaze that was contained between delicate hands. ' As you wish. ' The hollow, inaudible voice rung to the Maiden Soldier, in acceptance to their request. After a quite hasty decision making, for the hungry predator sure wasn't going to wait, he extended his right hand to the arm of the soldier whilst the contrary tossed at the fellow magician's direction. ' I apologize, for I must borrow. ' Another message was shot through the veil of the Mind's dimension, to inform that of the distant Lady of his intentions. Whilst the Conductor was explaining himself to the other, the gloved fingers clicked and made a little arch in the air, moves that channeled his old talents. A segment of the sphere of whirling flame unweaved loose, shooting throught the rain in a loud hiss like a short lived stream that then snaked around his fingers. His grasp on the aided one tightened as the crocodile took a step back in attempt to return to its watery lair and in just mere seconds the blazeholding hand had struck down to the damp ground. The dirt caught flame against the very laws of physics, the roaring destruction imprinting on the grass and growing in size from the small drip it had been, obedient to his mute command that stemmed from behind his eyes. It might have looked wild in its swirling form, but was fully contained, so keeping from touching the Maiden as the glowing tendrils moved like a tidal wave to touch upon the beast from both sides. The Fire bit in the manner of twin snakes, blinding in its sudden flicker that brough itself to tap on the face of malicious and making it to detach its hungry maw from a delightful foot. The scaley form slid backwards in loud protest of its primitive voice, for yet another dinner was lost, its opponent staring back until it was about to submerge to its hiding spot. Galeas straightened up, offering a gentle tug to the other should they need help in getting up. A loud roar split the air again sooner than he had expected and a figure lunged past him, that of a soaked tribesman, their following actions arching his brows. Should have known Yada'nok to mess everything up with their macho manners, for it wasn't the first time they were attacking something just to impress a lady. What was up with that anyway, those around were way too mature to be even distantly interested in their brawling being. For now they seemed to be fine, reason why he didn't take it as his meaning to help them out. Monster slaying wasn't his business anyway. If he doesn't get that poor beast killed soon enough... |
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| Pheonitia | Apr 9 2014, 06:46 AM Post #11 |
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Pheonitia What a shock, the warrior was caught by crocodile, no it could not happen. One that had gone out of their way to save someone they did not know could not deserve such fate. Do not worry I will handle this! Pheonitia gave another swirl at the fireball on her hand and then she felt like someone was apologizing to her, a strange sensation and as she was ready to hurl her fire at the crocodile the flame was taken away. How? Why did such thing happen? To her it was like something very personal was taken away, and while in the past she had claimed many flames for herself this was the first time someone did it to her. The elder? Well he is not that old, but a caster, maybe he was the one asking for forgiveness. I forgive you, but now show me what you can do. The caster shaped the fire and it was an elaborate enough spell, where he was careful not to hurt the red haired solider. So many people there, so many people with no name, but then again it would make little difference for one that can’t call out for people. As the fire entangled the creature it felt the threat the fire posed and released the warrior’s foot and started to submerge, and it would be fine by her, she had no real interest in hurting the creature. It was then that she saw as the tribal lunged in and failed at whatever he was attempting, the boy had to stepped in and again someone was in harm’s way, how unfortunate for the crocodile. Her hand waved out of form and from it emerged a fiery sword, a rapier of sorts, she looked up and jumped to catch a tree branch with her free hand, swinging forward and performing a backwards roll in the air, coming down with her sword, and landed a precise hit on half submerged creature, it had pierced its brain. Carrying the momentum of the sinking creature she quickly jumped forward spinning around, as she landed she quickly pulled the boy out of the swamp by dragging him by his many cloaks, and as she did so a book fell on ground. Please forgive me! She thought, as it was always hard on her to claim a life, but it had been a necessary evil. She glanced at herself, her robes a caught a bit of smudge, nothing serious, but enough for her to frown on it. She made her blade spin before it retracted back to her body, but to the untrained eye it would look like she had just dispelled it. She was still not in tune with the magic of this world, and because of it, every time she drained from herself she it took some time to replenish it. So if she could avoid it, she would conserve her energy the best she could. She looked at everyone there, trying to see if they were alright, but she was quickly reminded that she was still not able to cast yellow flame, so even if anyone needed medical assistance, she was unable to provide. How inconvenient, both the blond man and the red hair woman need some assistance. She risked her life for the sake of others, very noble. I wish I could say the same about me. Thomas He could not care less about what the kid was saying, but actually this was not so. He was far too concentrated in finding that damned monkey for is brain to even register the presence of the boy. The boy was no monkey so he would not have anything to do with his stolen journal. However despair settled in, years of adventures lost, all because of a nap. He was not a crying man, but he was going to get drunk as soon as the chance presented itself, he had lost the only thing he cared for, aside from his life that was. - Ah… wind… Just then a cry for help emerged. That he heard! Since the voice was from a woman, it was something that caught his attention with some ease. The one that saved me? He had almost forgotten about her, but now he had the chance to return the favor. Damned crocodiles… He pulled the string, bow armed, left eye closed, firm was his stance, steady his aim, sharp his mind. Who was he kidding? Reality was nothing like that, and while he was an idiot, he was a self-aware idiot, sometimes… So he knew well that if he was to fire an arrow, with so many people there, chances were he was going to hit them instead of the creature. But another came to the rescue, doing things he could never do in three lifetimes, let alone in his short one. Magic and fire and many things that did not make sense to him and after, the woman was saved, but then the tribal kid jumped in the air, he had forgotten about him and the boy managed to fail in a already late rescue. At least he failed with style, yes it was important. Now he too needed rescue, well at least he was not alone in the getting eaten by crocodile’s ordeal. He pondered using his bow again but from nowhere came yet another red haired woman. Was it three by now? No it was still the same two, the woman killed the creature and saved the boy, all was well. Yes, it was yet another missed opportunity to be the hero. Bravo Tom! He placed the arrow back in the quiver, and grabbed the backpack with his bow set in place on his back as well. He looked down as he went back to the group of people, limping slightly from the injury to his leg. He lost his journal, made a fool of himself as per usual and was not the hero he wished he could have been. He sighed a great deal, plucking a few leaches still attached to his face. - Hey! Thank you for the rescue, for a moment back there I thought I was dead. Is everyone all… - Just then his eyes caught something. – Is that my journal?! - He was quick to ignore everything and everyone and grab hold of his journal raising it into the air with both hands, and staring at it with a big grin. – My journal!!! Oh thank you wind!!! |
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| Juul Shaepah | Apr 9 2014, 08:10 AM Post #12 |
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The soldier's grip tightened on the robes of the tall man, who seemed to be slightly taken aback by her swift movement. She took stock of him - he was lean and tall, with a certain spindly-ness which she commonly attributed to scholars. She felt the pull of the crocodile and resisted, the pain shooting up her calf. She considered drawing her blade, but didn't particularly want to relinquish her grip on the gentleman. As she dithered, she felt the invisible crackle of eldritch energy. The scholar was weaving his fingers in a manner most peculiar. Although she was a total layman when it came to the realms of magic, she felt the air thicken and pulsate, and it almost felt like he was speaking to her though his lips didn't move. She saw the flame that was produced by the boggart seem to sway in the direction of the gentleman she clung to, before a part of it broke off. It hovered around them, before shooting off at the beast. Immediately the grip around her ankle was released, and she whirled around, seeking to punish the crocodile's temerity. Her blade was only half out of its scabbard before a whirlwind of blades descended on the unfortunate animal. First was the little tribesman, who had disappeared during her struggle but then reappeared with a pealing cry and a frenzy of stabbing motions. Then, more surprisingly, the boggart appeared, spinning through the air with a flaming sword. The smell of charred flesh arrested the soldier's nostrils as she struck true on the head of the beast, killing it instantly. "You might be quiet, but damn are you full of surprises." she said to the could-be-boggart. She sheathed her sword, then turned to the tall man and clapped him roughly on the arm. "Cheers for that, pal." The smell of the wound reminded her she was hungry, and that boggart had lit her fire some minutes before all the drama had unfolded. She stepped towards the motionless beast, grabbing it by a foreleg and a rear before hoisting it across her shoulders in a spray of muck. With a grunt of effort, she plodded out of the waters and up the slope, towards the fire. Blondie had begun speaking to her, but became immediately distracted by a book. Juul promptly ignored him, turning to the little tribesman now sprawled on the floor and gave a wink and a grin. "Ya hungry? I've never eaten one of these before." she turned slowly to face the wraith and the scholar "What about you two? Been a long winter, and you're both lookin' skinny." Without waiting for a reply, she marched back to her fire, and unceremoniously dumped the creature on the ground. She paused, examining the creature as she drew her knife. Edited by Juul Shaepah, Apr 9 2014, 09:51 AM.
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| Galeas | Apr 9 2014, 02:26 PM Post #13 |
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// Yada'nok // Die alreadies you beastie! He slashed a couple times more, in vain whilst standing on the crocodile's back like it was some surfboard. The animal swung its tail furiously and arched its spine to the side, making him wave his hands in windmill-motion as his foot slipped. Naaagh! No, not to the water, swamp lakes are bad. Makes you leech dinner. Letting go of the spear might have helped him gain his balance faster, but he wasn't just going to dump it to the bottom of Loniar after just having gotten reunited with it. That is why he tried once more to slash it down through the armoured skin, for it was the closest to something solid and sure would stop the slither. The green under him kept shifting and he missed again, starting to fall down to the direction he had unleashed force into, blade first, whilst letting out a terrified scream. His look caught the watery grave that was awaiting him, widening, as his arms twisted to shield his face. Craaaaaaaaaaaaaa- Someone caught him by his cloak, just in time for him to not get acquainted with whatever laid in the muck. The pull wasn't the most gentle one, rather demanding, like that of a Mother, making him grunt. Yngh. His figure was released to the safezone before he could protest further and he took a moment, just lying there to take a deep breath, his limbs falling flat against the ground in a theatrical relief. That had been close. He raised his look up just in time to see his saviour dispersing a sword into thin air. Oh! They were a magician, like his Friend, wielding Fire in an enchanting fluency. Really fit the flames of their locks, the one thing that stood out in their appearance, for their garments did no justice to the pale beauty they robed. He sat up, leaning against his arms and stretching his legs before him, wiggling his toes boyishly as he flashed a wide smile to the Sorceress. " Thanksies for the helps, Missus! " Yada'nok chuckled, his voice delivering the greatfulness that was of greater multitude within than what his simple words would describe. As his look wandered, bouncing on the other, he noticed himself wondering what had happened to the crocodile and as he tilted to the side to examine the lake he spot the specified one. It had been slain, the sight making him bolt up in bewilderment alike to the lighting that struck in the distance. So that is what the Sword had been for. His shocked gaze stared and took in the detail with the skull being pierced, neatly in the middle of the eyes, an instakill, very practical. Why had they stung the head!? Now his hat would have a hole! My journal!!! His inner struggle was halted by a shout. It took him a second to process what was it the reappeared Blondie meant before a type of realization struck him. The book! He had not noticed it dropping, had been too happy to be alive to think on it, and even if the absence of weight upon his skin already confirmed the suspicion his vision needed to make sure. The disappointed look of the tribesman dived inside the folds on his person, through the collar, making him spot only a few shinies he had collected on the road. And a biscuit. His aghast look traced the Blondie -who was seemingly an archer according to the bow, wonder if they were any good with it- as they moved to pick up the important tome. Don'tguessitwasmedon'tguessitwasmedon'tguessitwasme. They didn't. The Gods had been on his side today it seemed, for against his greatest fear the man didn't shoot an arrow of revenge his way. Ah, good. He exhaled. Maybe we can be friendlies to each others then! Too bad he won't be able to gift them a magnificent headpiece, for someone had ruined the prey. Upon the default smile returning to his face his chestnut hues shifted back to the dead reptile that heartbreakingly laid immobile, the Lady of the Sky the only one weeping for its memory. Someone wandered to block the link he had made with the ajar eye of the late predator, it being the War Maiden. They had survived! With all feets intacts! Oh, happy days! His legs crossed and he rocked back and forth, observing as the warriorous woman picked up the fallen piece of wildlife like it was a mere doll, making his jaw drop an inch in slight amazement. They were strong for a lady! Woy. Wonder if they could teach him a secret or two, for he too wanted to be able to lift an alligator with such ease. Might have to grow up a bit, but still. He looked at his slender arms that poked out from under the cloaks. Needs practice, yup! Ya hungry? They adressed him whilst carrying the crocodile, making his dumb stare disappear as his confusement turned into pure excitement and curved the corners of his mouth. Amidst his toothy grin his head bobbed wildly in agreement and he clapped his hands. Oeh! Barbeque times! Just like at the village, they used to roast all kinds of lovely meats. Not that he enjoyed eating them in general, more the company that was allowed to gather and tell stories during the feast. Alligator had been on the menu more than once, guess its close relative was edible too. " We used to makes crocodile-in-stick with my peoples, can we makes so, Strong Lady? " The boy uttered his thought, jumping after the War Maiden as they took off with the pile of limp meat, his step bouncy. As they got to the fire he examined it for a moment, crouching before it and stratching his head in ponder. Seemed it didn't rain into this spot too much, was the dense branch system of a tree atop, but might still have to keep the flame alive with some extra wood. " I can go gets more firewoods! And sticks too for cooking! " He straightened quickly, motioning over his shoulder at the forest whilst his voice chirped in sparkling enthusiasm. Without another word he was gone, for a good while before returning with a lapful of firewood, or more like branches for he would never pick a live tree. He dropped them carelessly next to the campfire, dancing in his place and shooting a look at the one tinkering with a knife upon the crocodile. Hopefully they would let him keep the head. The hasty hands took a few branches and shoved them to enhance the flame, then extending towards it to keep warm. Mmmm... Lovely. Then he remembered his Friend, glancing at their direction, the Fire flickering in his overly amused gaze. " Oeah! Mister Gale, I founds Svala! " He called out and pointed at the dark horse that had kept to his wake and only now emerged from the shadow. The coat had blended it into the surrounding nicely, wonder if it had been there all along. Horses were smartieheads. Yup. Recalling the Friesian and the belonging it held, he leaped to it and went to tinker on the leathery saddlebags. After a bit of searching he pulled out a bottle of something, no idea what it was, but since it was in a container of the clean kind it must have been drinkable. And he was thirsty. He waved the teal glass in his hands, it feeling refreshingly cool to touch, and reached inside the bag once more, his digits emerging again with an apple. Was the winterly blooming kind, something odd they had at Soto. He offered the treat to the horse, then returning to the flame. " Can I keeps the head, Swords Maiden? " The probing sentence escaped from him, addressed to the crocodile-carrier as he took a seat on the ground, the spot dried up from the warmth to his pleased notion. Awaiting an answer he reached to work on opening the bottle. Damn cork... Opens! Um... Open Sesame? // Galeas // The sorcerer stared at the boy as their acrobacy hardly kept them upon the Crocodile, their so-called strikes missing one after another. Not too great of a surprise really, for precision had never been their strongest attribute. His arms folded in anticipation over the tribesman finishing whatever they were doing, for he had pretty much gotten enough of this swamp for one day. No matter the one called Chacha was still missing. Was a cat, would doubtly see it again. If he was allowed to hope one thing. He inhaled and let his look wander amids the splashing, trying to make up where the heck might the horse reside. Had to wish it hadn't ran off too far, for he would hate to hunt for it in the rain. Or just hunt in general, for pursuing something that had no conscious mind was quite tiresome and had too much luck involved. A scream alerted him back from his ponder, the tired cyan staring from under brows that now had knit due to the sharp sound. He had in his absent-mindedness missed most of what had happened, but caught the aftermath of a flaming sword impaling a crocodile. Good thing there was someone else taking the boy under their wing for now, since his thought had started to stem to overwordly dimensions. Looking over someone and worrying -not that he admited doing so- for their well-being constantly, for they were on the worse side of reckless, had gotten quite tiering over time. Thus why he swore never to leave with Yada'nok again, for every day he spent with them seemed like a decade of torment on his nerves. Or so he convinced himself, for he was certain he didn't need another person. Not that of the questioning and hyperactive kind at least. The piercing gaze fixed on the flame wielding one, taking in the details of everything that was of them. Was this some sort of red head convention held in Loniar today? Or was it just a trend he had missed? His silent reasoning was paused by the one in chainmail, their approach that of a more laid-back one. The disapproval with the pat didn't reflect from his eyes, them keeping the forever stoic state whilst he nodded to the thankfulness expressed. At least they had some decency, even with being a somewhat rough being as a whole. After they took off, the tribesman on their heel bouncing like a half-wit, he gave the fellow magician a similar bow of his head too, both in greeting and appreciation over the recent action they had executed. Had been a bit forceful and infinite of a solution to his liking, but guess that crocodile had it coming. Still silent as a tombstone, his face a bit like one in its frozen features, the Scholar turned on his heel and directed his stride to the campfire. Seemed the tribesman had found a new friend, or at least someone that was yet to tell them to shut the hell up, for they kept babbling to the soldier in a manner that suggested the departure was to be delayed for a bit longer. What a hindrance, but guess he was to go with it, as usual. As he got to the range of the heat radiating from the oldest invention of mankind, the Soldier made a verbal note of the appearance of the two magicians. His calm gaze would not shift to agree with the tried smile that fell on his corners, it being only in politess rather than true amusement. His hands were brough loosely together behind his back as he stepped to tower on the other side of the fire from the soldier, a calculating hum in his throat. It was not that he was hungry, was something he had not recognized for some time, but since he wasn't in an actual rush anymore he might as well accept an offer as that. The presence of the friendly tribesman would force him to do so nevertheless. His look followed as the boy bolted off, giving him a peace of mind for a few minutes. The observance directed to rest upon the flame and briefly to the figure tinkering behind it, a knife in their grip twinkling on movement. " What does a Soldier like yourself deliver so deep in a muddy surrounding, if you don't mind me asking? I am well aware Our presence here is even more peculiar, a long story, but I doubt you are here after the same thing as the tribesman. Using the shortcut? " The words were long and deliberate, said in a bit of a monotone whilst he inclined to the route the boy had gone. He was not one to make small talk like this too often, for the time one used for empty words he rather spent on mute discussion inside his head. Wasn't his way to question the pointless means of another either, but for the sake of safety he had to make sure it wasn't a criminal that he had lent a hand to. Not that he cared for the crimes, was none of his business, but he wanted to be informed of the danger of the Lady possibly robbing him. Or killing, even if it would be more of a relief than an actual misfortune. Yelling emerged after a while again, the boy returning with the lost steed among a few other things. He shot an empty look towards the Friesian, its mane full of twigs and the like. Guess it had been taking a bit of a stroll, maybe startled by all the yelling. Ah well... As his mind drew back to the scene that laid in front, he noticed the boy tinkering with a bottle. Where the heck had they got that from? The sustained frown on his face deepened and his hand bolted to grab the item from the youngling in one sharp motion, then bringing it to his eye level in examination. Just as he thought. His dismay poured through his look in weak strands as his glower turned to the boy, measuring for a moment before he shook his head. What was up with them having to touch everything. Finest alcohol was not for them to drink yet. Damn... Must I put a lock on everything around here. |
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| Pheonitia | Apr 10 2014, 07:11 AM Post #14 |
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Pheonitia At least both of them seemed fine with their injuries. They said she was full of surprises, but they way she saw it was the other way around. Still a compliment is a compliment and it would be rude to let it unchecked so she promptly offered a smile with a small bow gesture, showing her gratitude for said complement. The child was also grateful it would seem, but she had little understanding of the young people and she could never figure out if they were telling the truth or not. Still she did aid him, save him probably? It was not something where she could be sure of the outcome, but she did what she thought was best. The blond man was happy enough to have found a book, a journal as he so called it. She tilted her head examining the dirty looking excuse for a journal, but she would not judge for it seemed to mean the world to him. Then there was the caster, now there was a mystery. Silent, with tired observant eyes, she felt them upon her, like his sight had a weight, now there was someone that would likely to be very judgmental in his own mind, and maybe she was fooling herself thinking she was any different. After all, unless she could write, she was trapped inside her mind. There was a fine line between observing and judging, and it was hard to know on which side one would be at any given time. The woman, in a display of strength, grabbed the recently slain crocodile and decided to carry it back all the way to the campfire, and asked everyone if they were hungry. She was not hungry at all, and if she was, crocodile food was not really the thing she needed to satisfy it, for she feed upon magic, and that was usually abundant wherever she went. Still, it would not hurt to follow them maybe she could learn something new, not to mention that there was an experienced caster among them. Maybe he could explain her the ways of this world, who knew? As they got there the fire was still lit and she leaned back on a tree as she watched everyone going about their business. Just a while ago people were fighting for their lives, and now there was a sort of happiness in the air. The mortals were indeed very peculiar in their ways, she admired spirit, but she could not really share the emotion. Did she envy them? Not really, for emotion is the reason for pointless fighting and loss of life. Oh, I am so sorry. For a moment I forgot about you. I am sorry to have claimed your life it was taken far too soon. Thomas Food? Wait! – Wait! I will help you! – The archer’s intentions were unclear, since there were two forcers that were very likely to drive him to help. First there was the food motivation, and it was a strong one indeed for he would always be hungry but unless he hunted he would not spend coin on food, so his diet consisted primarily of apples. Then there was the fact that he would be helping a woman, and prove his worth and maybe even impress her. It might have just been the two of those forces that made him act. He promptly kept the journal safe inside his vest and ran to catch up with a warrior. Tom was not particularly strong, but he was not some flimsy leaf either. He had lived outdoors for the longest part of his life, surviving, so it was only natural that his body was decently developed and accustomed with tasks like carrying weight. Since he never used a horse, he carried decent amounts of trade goods in his large backpack. But as he approached the woman there was little he could do, she had taken hold of the whole damn creature. – You sure you are OK with that? I could grab the head, or the tail… No? Ok, I guess you are fine with it. – Since there was nothing he could do for the time being decided to trail behind the woman, clearly the driving force here was checking out the woman’s behind, and he did stare at it for a moment, it was then that he looked back to make sure his actions were not figured. The other woman wore far too many clothes, and the form was not as clear as it was with this one. As they got to the campfire Tom placed his backpack and bow down, decided that he would help so from the inside of the boot he took out his skinning knife. – Now this I can do! Let it be known it is not the first time I have done this. Most likely not the last either. However, next time around I hope I don’t have to fight with the creature before I eat it. – He did not say it, but it was not his first crocodile rodeo. So he started to cut and skin the creature, and at least he did not make a mess of things. He might not do much, but the things he knows how to do, he does them well. – Save the tail for last, it's the best! From the corner of his eye he caught sight of something, a glimmer and he could even smell it, even if there was no smell to it. It was first on the hands of the boy and then on the hands of the old guy, yes it was very real, and exactly the thing he needed. Stooping what he was doing, with his eyes sparkling he spoke. – HEY! Is that… drinkable?! Edited by Pheonitia, Apr 10 2014, 07:56 AM.
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| Juul Shaepah | Apr 10 2014, 10:25 AM Post #15 |
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The soldier all but ignored the skinny figures of both the blonde one and the savage following her up the slope towards the fire; the weight across her shoulders was fairly substantial. She concentrated on her breath, keeping her exhales quick - to expel the air from her lungs completely would compromise the integrity of her lift. The words from both - the excited titterings of the young savage and the polite, but halting offers from the blonde one - flew into one ear and exited the other immediately. The pair flitted about her as she slung the beastly carcass to the ground, the young one gathering wood and banking the fire while blondie began skinning the beast. "Fight? Pffft." she addressed blondie as he went about his business, her tone mocking yet friendly "If you insist, mate. Didn't look like that from this end." She drew in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. She had drawn her knife to see to the beast, but that labour was already being seen to. The young one had banked the fire and, astonishingly, had produced a horse. A large one. Travelling with a charger like that, through here? That is odd... As she stood breathing, the young one had addressed her. Swords-maiden? She wasn't sure about that. Made it sound like she slew dragons or some such. "Ye can keep the head, young man. I've no use fer it." she spoke, looking in the little ruffian's eyes before transferring her gaze to the one skinning the beast "Unless blondie here has any plans?" The soldier realised she was soaked, her mailshirt feeling much heavier than usual. She sheathed her knife, and clumsily undid her swordbelt, laying it on the ground next the fire before removing her thick leather gauntlets. She then reached behind her, and undid the top tie of her mailshirt before lifting it over her head. Moving to her shield, which she had left leaning against the tree, she folded the armour neatly and placed it under the shelter. It would need a clean and an oil soon - she couldn't afford it to rust - but that could wait until she was out of this damn swamp. Dressed now in her trews, boots and brown padded jack, she crouched next to the boy savage, who had produced what looked to be a bottle of fire-water. She raised an eyebrow - he seemed a little young for it - but said nothing. Blondie, on the other hand, seemed very interested. She extended her arms - now bare up to the elbow - allowing the heat from the fire to warm their muscular, scarred surface. She was about to speak, but was then addressed by the tall scholar. What had the boy called him? Mr. Gale? She looked up, examining his passive features, a little more visible now the rain had eased. She could not get a read on him, and his tone was flat - betraying little emotion, even interest. She stayed in her crouched position, her eyes fixed to his, as she spoke. "I'm headin' home. I was guarding merchant barges between Soto and Ashoka - y'know, that river route between Nevale and Origa? Merchants like usin' the river cause its sure easier than hiking through the jungle. I walked here from Xeric, an I'm damned if I don't already need some new boots." Her gaze drifted to the peaceful feminine figure next to the scholar. She hadn't said a word - or couldn't. But, she could produce flame at the drop of a hat and dance through the air like smoke. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she spoke again, addressing the sorcerer while keeping her sight on the wraith. "Is she with you? Yer obviously a man of the ancient words, an she seems a little fey. Or are ye out in the swamp catching boggarts?" Edited by Juul Shaepah, Apr 10 2014, 01:45 PM.
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| Galeas | Apr 10 2014, 02:21 PM Post #16 |
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// Yada'nok // Yesssssss. The boy hummed in delight, first to the fact that the Lady had called him a Man and secondly because they had submit the head to him. Must burns the head, so the skull comes clean and nice. Will be a helmet. He rolled the bottle about, liquid inside swirling, whilst looking at the Blondie that was taking care of the prey. Did they know how to cook crocodile? Hopefully, would be terrible to waste food. For now they sure looked skillful enough with the knife, even with having been quite clumsy before in their deeds. Maybe he could help them, sharpen some sticks and show how to charr the meat nice and crispy. Yes! His bubbly gaze jumped between the Lady and the Sorcerer that were having a change of words, both of them laying on the opposite sides of him and making him turn his head back and forth like in a tennis match. A stupid grin on his features he listened, not sure what all those places mentioned were. The talk of home and jungle clicked his concious however, making his grin widen. So they had seen it. The great woods and the lush green of the area he lived, breathed in the fresh of its breeze. For some reason it made him glad, but also reminded him of it all being still so far away. He didn't experience homesickness too often, only once in a while when he saw or heard something that reminded him of the dear things. Like goats and everything related to them, along with those birds at that cage in Soto that had been seen as exotic at those parts, whilst in his grounds they were more of a pest than a valuable. How upsidedowns the world was at times, he had noticed himself thinking. The unresting head of his halted its movement when it came to the speak of shoes, his look submerging. Oh, he would gift the Lady his own, but he suspected they might be too small for such a purpose. The leathery boots were the nastiest invention he had come across, suffocating his feet that were supposed to be free by their movement, not bound so tightly inside a sturdy shell. But he was a victim of the Southern weather for now, since it had not been kind to his bare feet at all and made him wear the stupid shoes for weeks. WEEKS! Of torment. Praise the Gods he had been able to take them off once a day whilst setting to rest, letting his toes wiggle happily at his sleep. Shaking his head absently and sending droplets of rain from his ponytail all around, the boy hoisted up the semi-transparent item in his hands. In a hum he chose to try and pick out the disobedient cork with his teeth. OPEN ALREADIES! He was about to get it loose when the bottle was cruelly stolen from his grip, making him let out a startled Ack! His expression fell to that of questioning and his eyes widened for a tug in surprise, until turning to the Sorcerer. Oh, it was just you. Why you takes it aways? Seeing the dismay on the other's face he responded with a disappointed and over-acted pout, folding his arms tightly over his chest. Hnn, fine! Be like thats then, as usuals. He dismissed the Scholar from his face in momentuous spite, staring at the Fire that crackled before him. The silence was a big deed when done by him, since he really really really liked to talk and had a lot to say, but when he did stay speechless it was mostly a protest. Just like now. It didn't take his mobile Mind long to start wandering, in this case to the Fire Deity that had launched down from the skies before and saved him, them having arrived just a bit ago to accompany the rest of the bunch. The warm light of the flame danced on their features and made them almost glow in the murkiness of the surrounding, his eyes attaching to examine their figure in an open stare. Why were they so mute? Were they mad at someone too? Or just... Sick. Like that one person that had no tongue, back in Morrim. A shiver ran down his spine and his eyes bolted the other way rapidly, as if he was afraid of the other's look turning him into stone. Should not think missing bodyparts, a pretty Lady must be whole, maybe they just didn't like to tell their thoughts. The loud clink of cogs inside his head had blurred the outside world from him, but he had paid enough attention to get caught up on a peculiar word. His brows knit a bit and he looked to the Lady that had spoken it, then shifting to the Sorcerer. The dark of his face was sincere and curious, all of the previous feelings having left from disrupting it. " What is a bo-gard? " // Galeas // The Scholar stood still like a fell amidst winter, immobile and cold by its external. His look turned slowly to those that rambled around him, each on their turn of speech, like every time it moved it had been awakened from a slumber. There was a slight tiredness to it, but it was more of extremely calm and contained movement, thick liquid, than that of someone needing rest. Even with some parts of his looks portraying a type of weariness. The bottle was investigated in gloved digits as another person expressed interest towards it, this being the questionable Blondie from before. Was there anything they were not swift in? Maybe saving their own arse, if anything, in the light of a recent tragi-comedy. His hues were directed to the person obviously asking for a sip from the bottle, observing the skinning process from under a light frown. Were they aware of what it was or just trying their luck? He guessed the latter, for they were yet to show any significant intellect, yet weren't the simpler ones those most familiar with excessive alcohol consumption? Not that of the kind he held, but guess one could develop a nose for it, so to say. He really didn't want to offer the man any of it, to be frank, but was rude to deny such a thing. Was always polite to share, no matter how annoyingly bold the request. Politess and Honesty were again brawling, a clink of swords in a most imaginary realm shaping his thought. His utterly still face tried a friendly smile and his hand extended the teal glass towards the Archer, no reluctance in his fluent moves of sacrifice. The internal was busy uttering curses over his luck and the Gods, Politess too for they had again won, thus why he failed to fabricate an answer to be transmitted by words. Come and get it then. Maybe it is better I am not the one to possess it after all...No, this is a mistake, dammit. Too late to back off now. The hand holding the item arched a bit towards the Blondie, to confirm the offering just in case. JUST TAKE IT. His gaze, having exhaustion from within rather than around, shifted to the Soldier as they answered his question from before. They were open to stare back at the cyan that weighted their every word on a scale of judgement taught by experience, none of the syllables heard transmitting the tingling feeling of a lie. What a lovely truth they told, with many specifics as if they were making sure their mutter was believed. His senses were enought to convince him, with or without detail, so making him nod at the end of their last sentence. A sellsword then? He shot a look at the armour that laid neatly folded a few steps away, wondering if he had seen the type before. Many mercenary guilds and organizations had their own emblems and icons, but for now he could spot none on the Maiden's many garments. Were they a lone wolf? That to pick up odd jobs, forever moving. Wasn't really his concern, thus why he was quick to dismiss the short ponder, letting it fall to the pit that contained the irrelevant. Hardly remembered, but never forgotten, so recalled with some digging. A walk from Xeric? Well, at least they are persistant. Or then just have time to lose their days on hikes. The calm creature was again shook awake in its cage, the rattle of bars coming from the same as just moments ago. A little fey, who- They were staring at someone. His brows weren't strained, so making his expression even more blank than it usually was as his head turned to look at the fellow magician. He hadn't noticed them appear, for their step was quite light and covered by rain along with his Mind being the more wavering sort, often not taking note of what happened around. Measuring everything that was of the robed Lady for a moment he let himself ponder on an answer amidst. Was he truly going to tell the other that he was here because the tribesman's dimwit cat had ran off? Talking about a man of ancient words indeed, one that follows a child into a sodding forest, only to end up in the middle of a traveling circus. What a mighty story. Detaching his lingering stare from disturbing the Lady for too long the Scholar shook his head. " I have not seen this Lady before, but yes, they are of magical origin, by what my sense lets me to desipher. " He said, folding his arms and shooting another glimpse to the one being spoken of. Were they just refusing to speak, or another of those mutes? Yet again, he had only few minutes ago uttered his first words out loud in the presence of this group, thus one could have thought the same of him until then. Maybe the Lady just had nothing to say they considered of value, so staying in their dignified silence like he often did. His curiousity was gnawing the edges of his Mind, slowly trying to eat its way to be expressed out loud at the controls of his verbal instruments. Seldom did he have to actually force it aside, the way he had to do for now. If the Lady was shy in their unspoken state his intrusive questioning would make it only worse and he wished no dismay from them. " Reason for my person being here is a certain runaway, a Friend of sorts to the one I am currently traveling with. " He inclined his head at the boy that had been delightfully silent for the past few seconds, only now recovering into a question that he chose to leave unanswered. Hopefully the Soldier will explain, my mental health is at stake here... Svala let out a little neigh in the distance, alerting him to gaze upon its shade-like form. Wonder what he was going to do about it upon arrival to Ashoka, for he had never wanted a horse to begin with. Turning on his heel to escape from further questioning the Scholar took to the animal, going to reach for the bag on the opposite side of its flanks from the one the boy had been messing with. No doubt they had mixed all the items with their careless browsing. In a weary sigh he flipped it open, only to be greeted by a loud, angry meow and two eyes of azure. He recoiled as the cat leaped, making a gallop towards Yada'nok and over their small form, circling the Soldier twice whilst hissing and finally trotting to the general direction of the mute. Against the usual, which included claws and fangs at action, the animal stopped miraculously before the Lady, a feet or two off, and seated itself down calm as a still puddle whilst staring up at them. He couldn't really do much, but stare in mixed thoughts. Wasn't really his expertise to understand animals, but that was just tad weird. |
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| Pheonitia | Apr 11 2014, 03:59 AM Post #17 |
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Pheonitia She considered leaving at that moment as the happiness and companionship that others were sharing did not really fit her state of mind. Yes, she had come there to think, be alone and just maybe finding a missing link. She took the notebook and browsed through the common replies and questions she had set up for the ball. She had hardly used them, but if she could still make some use of them now it would not have been a waste of time. No this is all wrong there is nothing here to help me. Maybe I should just keep to myself as it is not like I have anything to say. The blond man was carefully skinning the creature she was forced to slay, the boy… he was very much a child, innocent as people like to say. She had nothing to offer to him, she had better chances of understanding an animal that understanding a child. Maybe this was due to living with Verithas for so very long, she had almost no social skills, at least not of this kind. The warrior woman posed a question to the old caster. Of course I am not with him. Why such a conclusion? Is it because we are both magic users? What a rushed conclusion to have. Maybe I am the one rushing to conclusions, it is just a question. What really surprised her and bothered at the same time was the answer given. What?! How rude of you to reveal something so personal, here I am trying to hide myself. I guess that is what happens when one stays with caster for too long. She looked to the other side, trying to ignore what she had just heard she did not want to be rude. However she could not let the issue be and at least she would say something, so she took her magic quill from the inside of her robe and on a blank page of the book she began to write. - Yes, I cannot speak. I am not here to harm you and I have no particular reason to be here. If possible I would like that my origins are not spoken about, I have enough problems as it is, so the last thing I want is people chasing after me. I really have nothing else to say, you can pass this message to the others. She showed the book to the ancient just has he returned from his horse, for he was the reason that had made her act. He had released a cat that began to roam around in the area, going from person, never staying in one place for long. Making her message known in groups was always difficult and another reason why she had kept to herself. It would be too rude for her to leave now, and reviewing back in her mind what she had wrote, it was not her finest moment. Definitely not polite, but then again her nature had been partially revealed and all that was left was to say she was forged in arcane fire while being the familiar of a wizard. She did not show any expression, but she was not really pleased with how things were handled. Eventually the roaming cat came and settled around her feet, she showed him a small smile. You have it good alright, how I wish I was still a bird, I would not have to bother with things such as smiling or frowning. I could just fly high and be alone. She pondered letting out a sigh to accommodate her thoughts but she did not require it and instead she closed the notebook and kept it inside her robes. Probably no one would see it, the kind of dress she had underneath the robes, but then again she did have some fancy looking shoes. Thomas Did Blondie have plans? Oh yes he did! He planned on drinking and eating and who knows what else. – Oh don’t mind if I do! I never say no to a free drink. – He said as he took the offer the other had extended to him. – What’s the matter cat got you tongue? – He grinned in a friendly manner tugging the other with his elbow and began to look around. – Did anyone hear that? Sounded like a cat! – He shrugged and focused on the bottle. Now this was really shaping up to be one of the greatest days of his life, long forgotten were the perils of a few moments ago, or the many days like this one. He lived in the present, both in body and mind and he was two for three on the list of his favorite things to do. Traveling and drinking! Get… come on… He pulled the cork hard but the thing would not move an inch. He would NOT be declined of a drink, especially not a free one. As a cat got loose, and speeded past his legs, the bottle opened and he lost his balance for a moment, and with bit luck he did manage to keep it together. At least the damn thing was open now. He was quickly to bring the bottle close to his lips but in a flash of insight unlike him, he stooped himself. There were ladies present so he did not want to taint the bottle with his lips. He probably had cups in his backpack and quickly rushed to it, and began to rummage through his possessions with the free hand. He found two wooden cups and as he turned around, and was about to pour some of the drink that he had not cared to know the name off as long as it made him less sober, it was then that he saw the third favorite thing. The woman had begun to remove her chainmail, and in his mind something like the following happened. There were three Tom’s each sat around a campfire and one of them says. “Hey, this traveling is quite nice!” The others would nod and say yes, all sharing the enthusiasm. Then another would say. “There is booze everyone, lets drink!” The other two would follow, the enthusiasm growing as they all drank. Finally the last of them would scream. “BABE!!!” One of them would jump ahead and say. “WHERE?!” While the other Tom, trampling over the other two. “I SAW HER FIRST!” All of this in his little mind, and on the outside he could not have avoided looking like a fool with his mouth agape. He shook his head and made the obvious thing. Two cups? He did not need to know math to figure how to solve the equation. He walked smoothly to the side of the woman, trying to look as cool as possible and like a gentleman he poured a glass of the nameless drink to her extending the cup, then one to himself. – So… you a local? I’m not… you can say that I’m a hero of the world. – He said it smoothly, and it was a partial lie, but then again no one there needed to know it. He leaned on a nearby tree and gave her a flirty wink. |
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| Juul Shaepah | Apr 11 2014, 07:04 AM Post #18 |
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Juul's gaze oscillated between the earnest request of Blondie and the stern, exacting politeness of the scholar. He had offered the bottle to the blonde rascal with a smooth gesture and a smile - a smile that did not reach his eyes, she noted. If he was under duress, as she suspected, he did a excellent job of concealing it. She watched him until he moved off towards what was presumably his steed. The soldier stayed quiet, remaining in her crouched position, her eyes returning to the robed lady. She seemed affronted to the soldier, although physically she remained somewhat emotionally passive. Perhaps it was the frantic scribbles on the pages of the notebook she had produced, perhaps it was her slightly imperious stride towards the scholar. She hadn't meant to offend, but she was just a grunt - what did she know of ethereal beings? Her eyes returned to the fire as she rubbed her callused hands together, taking in the hiss and pop of the flames. Her ears pricked up at the subdued words of the little savage, and smiled at him. She thought for a few moments, trying to collate her knowledge of them, mainly from old tales told around fires such as this. "Boggarts are spirits, young man. They live in swamps and forests, and are mischievous tricksters." she said, her eyes drawn back to the flickering flames before her "They make offers of help to desperate folk, but their price is high. They might take your eyes, or an arm. Sometimes they grant a wish that is two-edged, and becomes a curse. But these are just tales, ye understand." She was interrupted by an explosion of movement and mewling, as a feline figure scampered around her, hissing. Her eyes were torn from the fire, and she half stood, baring her teeth in a snarl, and raised her hand to strike at it. But it skittered away to sit, fairly content, at the feet of the ethereal lady. I HATE those things. If it comes near me again I'll throw it to the crocs. Returning to her crouched position, her attention was now drawn to Blondie, who had halted his rather essential task to get cups and begin drinking. And attempt to chat her up. Her gaze was on him fiercely, her lips pursed in a grim line. She shook her head, before speaking. "The last time I was here, I was gutting Ashokan scouts and roasting their mates for information. They squirmed worse than those crocs. That was four years ago." she said in a neutral tone, accepting the proffered cup from him. Her brows furrowed at his shameless self-promotion, unimpressed. "As such a worldly 'hero'," she nearly spat the word "Ye should know the rules around alcohol. In the barrack, the man who owns the bottle drinks first." She turned to the tall scholar, who seemed distracted by the cat, and offered the cup to him with a single raised brow. Edited by Juul Shaepah, Apr 11 2014, 07:56 AM.
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| Galeas | Apr 11 2014, 02:21 PM Post #19 |
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// Yada'nok // Ah, tricksy spiritses... The tribesman's look jumped to the Soldier as they took to his floating question, smile widening to outmatch that of the speaker. They were deliberate in their answer, just as he liked it, nodding his head between the lines to express that he sure was listening closely and with great interest. The gaze, ponderant due to what he heard, visited the mute once more,whilst he rubbed his itching head. Were they a bo-gard then? He couldn't understand why else the word would have risen up otherwise. A spirit maybe, could have been that of Blaze, something he recalled from a story. The Crimson Deity to be exact, the one that had the looks and nature of a forest fire, destructive yet passionate and caring if one was in their favour. Mostly best observed from afar. They had saved him though, did it make him favoured by a god-like creature, so not being under a hazard by being in the same company with them? Please, don't takes my arms. He shook it off, unknown were the ways of the Skies, rocking back and forth on his bum whilst enjoying the warmth of the Flame through the rest of the Lady's talk. At the end he released a loud Nnn from the back of his throat in agreement, even if he for real didn't think of them as JUST stories. Many had some truth and a lot of odd things happened too without a good explanation, thus to him it must always have been an overwordly power. Was easier like that. Then a cat ran past, quite violently over his crossed legs after hissing at the Soldier. It made him grunt out loudly, the gallop of the tiny feet having felt quite displeasing, and upon a quick recovery his surprised features turned to search for the mischievous being. It had stopped before the Fire Spirit, sitting peacefully before them, the sight of a feline doing so making him tilt his head. Must have been those bo-gard powers compelling the cat. He was able to see only half of its coat, but even in the discolouring light of the campfire the familiarity appeared to him. Suddenly, the boy catapulted up and took a leap at the animal, having only one thing to say. " CHACHAAAAAAAAA! " His world-owning and in-happiness-bathing voice shouted, alerting the cat and making it leap off his way. After a short chase, whilst laughing in the manner of a merry idiot, the boy caught the runaway pet, hoisting it up above his head from under its feline armpits victoriously. Yesss! No more running aways, you silly kittycat. He caged the animal into his clumsy embrace, it squirmed and meowed in protest, but he cared little. His Friend had been found! Oh! Must thanks the Goddess for good fortune! They stopped Chacha froms running aways again! His thought sparkled and he bowed at the robed Lady, so deep his head almost hit the ground. They might have been distracted, holding out a book and a quill, but hopefully the Overlords above would see his gesture and so keep their Divine servant from punishing him for dishonour. Should he not have been holding a cat, he might have been interested in the book, but for now he let it be. Maybe he could ask about it later. Doubt it has any pictures though, only those boring... Letters. He made a little dance, squeezing the ball of fluff against his chest like a favourite plush, twirling until he was at the side of the campfire again. The lovely heat from the contained flame made the cat calm down and stay to sit on his lap when he probingly released it, his hands busying with stroking the silky, multitone fur. The duo's two pairs of eyes, in colours of the Sky and the Dirt, wandered almost as one, observing what happened around them. Only now Yada'nok noticed the Blondie having the bottle from before, his gaze narrowing a bit as he glaned at the Sorcerer, feeling betrayed. Why was the shifty-swifty man allowed to have drinks? Were they a better Friend than he was? If so, he sure was thirstier, so the one that should have got it instead. Yup. He also noticed that he was hungry, his stomach letting out a little growl. And since the Blondie had strayed away from their job with the crocodile, currently offering a cup to the Swords Maiden, it was only going to get worse. Oeh, but he had a fixies for that! Mmm-hm. He reached inside his cloak all of a sudden, taking out a small wooden pipe of the most simple kind, then a little pouch. This makes the hunger go away! Very useful, almost like having the best delight, which he also found inside his garment, that being the biscuit. Good thing it had survived all the pulling and dragging, for he sure would save it for later. It had chocolate chips. Yums. It took him a minute or two to stuff the flavoured and shredded leaves into the bowl, compressing the layers with his thumb in between. Perfects! He chuckled to himself, completely in his own world, picking up a little stick from the fire and lighting the hallucinogenics inside the chamber with it. Throwing the primitive match back to the where it belonged he took a long drag, the white smoke veiling his face for a moment upon his soothing exhale. He bit the stem, wiggling the pipe up and down between his teeth as he returned to gaze upon the Blondie. Still chatting with the Lady, eh? Fine, I will makes foods... Staying silent he lifted the cat off his lap and raised his figure from the ground with the aid of his slender arms, leaving a trail of sweet fog with a distant scent of roasted chestnuts upon moving to the carcass. He brought his hands together in a bit of a clap, the cat already sitting on the crocodile in anticipation. You hungry too? Wonder if it was against nature to have a domesticated feline eat a wild beast twenty times its size. He hoisted up his spear and made the first slash, cutting off the crocodiles head as his first deed. There, first things first. His face having fallen a bit blank from concentration, the boy picked up the giant head and placed it to the edge of the campfire. He darted to pick up firewood next, making a little tipi over the soon-to-be-helmet. Oh yes, it would burn clean. After such effort he took a stack of the sticks he had collected before and fell into seating on the ground, Chacha purring next to him as he begun sharpening them with his knife, puffing smoke once in a while in silence. // Galeas // Damn felines... He really disliked cats. Not that there were many other animals he actually didn't, even with Svala having ended up being quite likable of a horse. Would still have to get rid of it, one way or another, for he was not one to take care of such a being. He was way too busy and neglect over an animal that deserved better with its charming nature and over a decade of lifespan left would be a terrible waste. His interest laid in the unknown living, the thing he studied the most due to their fragility which was both a hindrance and fascination. Was his goal to collect as much data as he could, so the ones after could be wiser. No matter if they deserved it or not. Whilst observing the cat go about, another came to his view. The mute had dug out, or conjured, a book and a quill, seemingly having written something for him to read since they were shoving the opening at him. The generic, light frown of his returned slowly during his brief gait, his leather coated digits slipping to the pocket on the inside of his long coat. On their return, they brought the round lenses to enhance his vision, the silvery frames seating to the bridge of his nose. The Fire glimmered in the reflective surfaces as he gave the Lady a long, measuring look over the thin silver before submerging to decode the swirly letters, those being produced by a presumably experienced hand. - Yes, I cannot speak... Hah, you don't Say? Krhm, well, that much was obvious already, but guess they just needed to confirm such. What a waste of in- Wait. He couldn't see them carrying a container of black with them. Was it the quill on its own, containing the substance? Was the only way to explain it, wonder how they had got such a valuable enchantment to their disposal. Their outer garments sure weren't the exact portrayal of wealth. The rest what he read made his brows arch just slightly, not because of the slightly offensive nature, but the message itself that contained more than what he had actually needed to know. Problems? So they were a thief maybe? Or at least running from something, for all he reasoned. Wasn't his business to tend to their inner struggle, thus he was able to leave the written to its own, not putting his Mind to solve the thickening Labyrinth that was the Lady. Disinterest towards their cause didn't mean that he would let their words go unnoted however, for he sure was going to have a change of words in his defense. Mutely, as the other seemed to prefer. ' I apologize for my honesty. It was evident the Lady had already figured your overwordly nature to some extent, for they did describe your essence as distantly eldritch. Your recent casting was most apparent, reckless even, not really a way to hide your talents. Secondly, I roam the similar dimensions as you, in tune with Magic, yet I see none chasing after either of us for the moment. That being said, I will still respect your request of silence. ' The stream of his thought channeled as he kept an eye contact to the Lady, it not being required, but still chosen to be maintained for a possibly greater effect. The cold of his eyes poured to the words that transmitted to the other, not coming from any direction in particular as they rung, tone calm and hollow. He was not upset, just expressing his opinion like a considerate teacher would, explaining his observings and insight whilst keeping a distance. Was not his job to comfort them, just tell the truth that laid around. If it did calm them, all the better, yet he didn't expect or seek such. On the surface of his Mind he cared little for the feelings of others, their puny troubles even less. Only when they did include him by some odd happening did he interfere, in a way best suited for his morality. ' Should a suggestion not be too intrusive, I propose you tell them yourself. I am no courier nor a referee, above which you wished for me to keep speechless over the matter. Keep in Mind not necessarily all of them can read, if any, judging their manners. Thus I suggest primitive ways of emoting, should you desire to be understood, which I doubt since you mentioned not having anything to say. As a reminder, I will let it be known there most evidently is none nearby, uncounting the current participants. So, should the minor knowledge they gained in all its irrelevance hinder you, I am sure your departure could be that of a peaceful one. Now, if you will excuse me. ' He bowed his head in respect and turned on his heel, returning to his previous spot of residence before the Blaze, noticing the cat run past him with Yada'nok in its tail. The sight made him shake his head in mental exhaustion. Did that youngling ever run out of breath? Upon settling to stand in his sustained posture and folding his arms, his look traced the boy whilst they pranced around with the vile feline in overpouring joy, trying to dismiss the words most were unaware of ever being spoken. How had the Lady expected him to explain something the sort of their message? He wasn't one to take back his words, no matter how revealing, for even greater crime than lying was that of leaving a truth untold. It had been asked for, thus he had uttered it, for the sake of the other being mute. Or the safety of the rest of the strange gathering, for they were a wielder of destructive forces and seemingly in some sort of pickle, as had come to light unnecessarily. Maybe they were the one to watch out for, instead of the ones with no understanding over Magic whatsoever. The glasses he had forgotten before his hues imitated the bright flicker of the Flame as he stared into it, deep in his thought. The stream froze as he caught the mixed scents of burning tobacco. The tribesman was smoking once again, Gods know what. On the bright side, they were executing their actions silently for now, having been the leading noisemaker as of late. Their honorary pedestal had been claimed by the Archer, risen from the second place. By a quick glance he interpreted them having gone to pester the CrocodileSlayer, offering the expensive extract around like juice in a children's party. Regret was not his to be had though, something he would not allow himself for long. Everything in this world had become replaceable, if not disposable. He caught movement in the corner of his eye, head turning to shed an investigative glimpse. They were offering a cup to him, it containing that which he had considered long lost. He hadn't considered himself as the owner of the bottle anymore, but one had to admire the thoughtfulness. Or discipline, for military background was the one writing the Lady's script, rather than pure Politess. Normally he would have refused a drink at this time of the day, and in such a surrounding, but it might be the only sip he would get of that which had been his just a bit ago. To hell with the unspoken rules. Folding his left arm behind his back he took a step and reached to accept the offering with the hand of the opposite, hoisting it for a contained draught without hesitation. The taste was the exact one he had expected, strong and to be had in small doses, the flavour of seared oak burning quite pleasingly amidst the bitterness. Only when he extended the cup back to the Maiden did it cross his Mind whether it had been clean or not, but since he had already drained a beverage from it... Didn't matter. He let out a nod, accompanied with a wavering smile of appreciation at the Lady. Should leave the young to tend to each other, for it was better to keep himself unattended in the type of action that was taking place. That of drinking heavily and getting in the crossfire of flirting. |
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| Pheonitia | Apr 14 2014, 03:53 AM Post #20 |
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Pheonitia That sure had put things in perspective. She exposed herself for people that did not deserve her time it would seem. At least this one did not care for it, again her Lord’s words barked inside her head, once more he was right. People don’t deserve half they get and certainly this was one of those cases, but then again she was judging the group based on the old man alone. It is true what they say, as people get older they start saying anything. I guess it is a mortality thing. Still I have nothing to do here since nothing in this swamp is worth my time. I should head to Soto, maybe there is a clue there. She kept her notebook inside her robes once more, and nodded mostly to herself. Her Lord was searching for her, but if she, a being of magic was struggling so much, what would be of her Lord if he decided to land here? He would struggle even more so, but then again he had an ability to comprehend far greater than hers and if they joined forces much could be accomplished. In the mean time however she would have to make the best with her time, this what she had done so far was pathetic, she was lacking direction, side tracked by helping people. Was she wrong? Her hand began to shake and she was surprised at the sight, something like that never happened. She did not command her body to do it, so why was it doing it on its own? She closed the hand as hard as she could, and tried to deny what she saw. Turning back to the group she bowed her body to them, it was possible most were far too busy to notice her, but she did it anyway and then turned away, pulling her hood up and carefully hiding away her hair and elven hears. She tried to clear her mind of thought as she began to walk. Thomas Well damn, where were his manners? Wait what? For him he did nothing wrong, but apparently there were hidden rules to drinking, last he checked all that was needed was to pour it down the hatch and the occasional toast. If the old guy wanted to drink he would have done so sooner, or so he thought. So, just to follow this new trend he waited until the man had his sip, before anything else. While he waited his eyes fell to the woman’s chest, he could not avoid it. A similar action had rewarded him with many slaps and punches in the past, so unless the warrior decided to draw steel, he was not too concerned of the consequences. It was not like he had something called pride to worry about, pride was for the skilled. Eventually the man seemed to work out the courage to take a small sip, he could not avoid but grin a bit. Not much, but at least a bit. He took a swig at it, a large one. He did not feel traces of anything and the something of the whatnot, no. He just felt the burn of the hard drink. – Whooouuu… nice! – He was very pleased, good liquor and a strong one was something hard to come by his hand, very hard. He then started to smell something, something strange. – What in the wind are you doing kid? I need a tooth from that thing! Move away! – If he had not ignored or if he had even listened to the woman’s question before, he could have salvaged what he wanted before the kid had claimed the head to himself. Now, and of course, ignoring all that had happened and quite possibly going against the boy’s wishes he took action. Tom gave the tribal boy his cup, still half full and shoved him to the side. He needed to act quickly so he could get a tooth in decent condition. He wanted it for his journal, as crocodile would be the thing he would remember this day for, unless he could get lucky. – Hot! Hot! – The head was burning hot, and even with his leather gloves he could feel it. Using he knife he tried to pry out the desired tooth and eventually it flew out of the dead creature mouth. He was quick to grab it. – HahAAAAAAAAA! – It was hot, and his cheap leather gloves offered little protection from it, so he dropped it as fast as he grabbed it, moaning and complaining to himself. He took a few steps back and stepped on cat’s tail with the creature letting out an angry meow and clawed his legs, in the confusion he fell on his back, landing on something soft for a change. |
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| Juul Shaepah | Apr 14 2014, 06:21 AM Post #21 |
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The soldier cracked a grin at the confusion and apparent dismay of the blonde one, as she took back the crude vessel from the tall scholar. She drained what was left, her eyes switching to the antics of the tribesman, wincing slightly as the fire crept down her gullet. It burned, yet it had a smooth texture and a taste which, though she couldn't identify it, wasn't unpleasant. It was certainly different from the rough spirits that were the standard soldier's fare. As the blonde one began fussing over the tribesman's work, she cracked a laugh, before speaking. "Speakin' of manners, we ain't introduced ourselves. Bit odd considering we've been down and up from the muck together." her tone was neutral, but her expression was open as her eyes returned to the crackling fire. She exhaled, enjoying the intoxicant vapours that whipped around her tongue and teeth, before speaking again "The name's Juul Shaepah. I'm a soldier, of no army. That might change when I get to Kinaldi." As she spoke, her eyes drifted to the lone, fey figure that had stood somewhat back from the group. She nodded at her. She now assumed she was mute, judging by her interaction with the scholar, but her suspicion remained. Beasts and men were alright by her - a known quantity. They breathed and bled. The fey, inter-dimensional was something that she had had limited experience with. It basically boiled down to the fact that she didn't know how to kill them. The figure seemed to be having some kind of conflict inside herself, clenching a fist. The soldier considered what she would do were she to attack - she could wield fire, and leap. She would put trust in her shield. Her fears were allayed as the figure bowed and made to leave. She felt an ambivalent desire, to both reach out but also relief to see her go. She frowned, her gaze returning to blondie. She cracked a belly laugh as he struggled to claim his trophy. She remembered her own habit, when she was younger, of taking trophies from slain opponents. She half smiled, half snarled at the remembered violence - her first kill, she had smashed his teeth from his jaw with the pommel of her blade. She had carried them for a decade. "I used to take teeth too, blondie. Ended up carrying a sackful before I gambled them all away." Her gaze snapped back to the tall, passive figure opposite her. He had remained conspicuously quiet. The rain had lightened its force somewhat, becoming a fine mist of droplets that made the fire emit a low hiss. She grabbed a branch from the small savage's pile and banked it further, it would take a fair heat for the meat to cook right, she reckoned. "Any news of Morrim, mossback?" she questioned the scholar, as the antics of the little tribesman and the blonde one whirled around them "Ye seem to have come from that way." Edited by Juul Shaepah, Apr 14 2014, 07:52 AM.
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| Galeas | Apr 14 2014, 02:37 PM Post #22 |
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// Yada'nok // He had not paid any attention to the rest of the bunch, letting the so-called grown ups have their fun to which he was not welcome to join, whilst sharpening the sticks one by one. Slowly, as if every stroke of wood was a piece of flesh rended from an Enemy -or a Friend- he wanted to suffer. It could have been taken as an act of consideration, for precision was his trade, but when the mannerism was combined with his concentrated silence and immobile stare, it became just a tad bit diabolical. Chacha let out a little meow once in a while, purring next to him as the stack of sharp objects grew higher. Every time he finished one he gave it a professional glance up close, rolling it on his eye level before putting it down. It was like he was preparing spears for a little army, lilliputian to that, a thought that crossed his mind to make the chore a bit more exciting. Wonder if gnomes excisted, they would have gotten hell of a amount of weapons out of what he had crafted. Letting out a cheerful exhale he gave Chacha a little pat in between before resuming his weaponsmithing, exhaling a cloud. Wasn't that he needed any more by now, but was better to keep himself busy than get involved with the adults. He was still a bit disappointed at them. - What in the wind are you doing kid? The boy raised his look, the pipe hanging from his mouth that ajarred a little in confusement. His brows knit as he tried to morph an Are-you-blind?-expression upon raising the chiseled to-be-skewer into the air and shaking it markingly. It was not his current doing that the Blondie meant however, was something concerning the crocodile head. They wanted to ruin it more by removing one of its fangs? Like a hole in the skull wasn't enough. His frown deepened and his teeth grit against the bit, an open display of his dismay. It was his, he had asked the Lady and they had given him an unwritten Claim upon it, thus he would have no one touching it. Mine. Minemineminemine! About to say something witty to halt the approaching man the tribesman bolted up, only to be offered a spot in the dirt when he was shoved off the way shamelessly. Clumsy as he was, along with the move being unexpected, Yada'nok fell on his bum to the ground, letting out an Iangh! in protest. His jaw loosened to yell out an objection as the attacker started digging the ember, robbing the fiery tomb from its valuables as their plan, but upon clenching his digits in rising rage he noticed he was holding something. He halted, looking down at the item that felt smooth and round in his grip. A cup? Where had that come from. He shot a widened look at the other two across the flame, then slowly returning to stare at the Blondie's backside that was now wiggling before him, the man noisily stirring the peaceful crackle. Must have been theirs. Yup. Wonder if they had offered it as a hasty trade. Guesses it is mine nows. A drink for the tooth, what a fair bargain. His brows took up, relaxing as his dark eyes flopped to look at the liquid. The pipe was grabbed and distanced from his lips. Probingly, he sniffed. Not too bad, but definitely not something he was familiar with. Tad bit bitter? Sticked out his tongue, lapped. An instant later his face twisted together and he shook his head whilst gacking, rolling his tongue around against his teeth. EUGH. WHAT THE HELL!? The terrible taste lingered and he frowned at the cup like it had committed a crime against humanity and needed to be crucified swiftly. Yup, enough for now. How could people drink this? The pipe returned to his mouth, a few sweet inhales trying to get rid of the aftermath of his liquor sipping. Absolutelies... Horrifics. The Blondie regained his attention, complaining the heat and struggling with the beast's jaws. Hah, silly man. He chuckled, puffing smoke and rolling the cup between his flat palms. Would definitely give it back. As a favour. Was a bad swap after all, for he felt like pouring the foul drink to the ground, so mean it had been to his taste. Whilst staring at the man that kept rambling, he heard a distant words reaching over the disturbance just loud enough for him to hear. A sackful of teeth? That sounded... Magnificent. So dedicated they had been. Mmm-hm. His spear only had a few clattering in its pole, amongst all the other loot. Maybe he would get more later. Then a silhouette blocked his vision, came at him, backwards, stumbling. He sidestepped off the way calmly, letting the man fall through a stack of leaves into a dense bush. In a loud rustle of leaves and a shower of resting raindrops it veiled their figure completely. Heh. There they go again. " You fine in theres, Mister? " A cheerful tone asked briefly, accompanied with a mischievous grin. The Divines sure were giving them a hard time today. Wonder what they had done to deserve such. Wasn't sure about the crocodiles, but the most recent must have been due to the worthless trade they had offered. Mmm-hm, he sure had the Gods on his back, supporting. Speaking of which, his wandering gaze spotted a hooded figure, striding away in the fleeting moment and as he couldn't see the Bo-gard anywhere, it must have been them. Why were they leaving? But... They can't. He was to make a sacrificial offering first, or else the Overlords would burn their sleeves. NOPE! Not if I can makes a Diffeerens. Their humble servant, who were mute only because they only spoke the otherwordly language, had saved him from the hungry wildlife, he had to compensate. Somehow. He put the cup to the ground quickly, then darting off in a loud flap of his many cloaks, disappearing between the murky trees in the wake of the one-that-didn't-speak. Just outside the excuse of a camp he reached them. Good thing they had not been on a rush, pretty much gliding away peacefully like a seagull in the summer breeze. The fire behind the row of vegetation was illuminating the scene lightly, reaching from between stems and trunks like a set of waving fingers, flickering around him in a ghastly choreography. His voice had gone small, probing, as it called for the Lady. " Waits! Oeh, messenger from aboves. Why is it you musts go? " He attempted to catch up and get to their side, curiousity in the look that wanted to meet that of theirs. Had their Lords called them over, thus they had to go? If so, he would definitely not stand in their way. Hopefully it wasn't the case, would hate to let a celestial run off so soon. // Galeas // Having busied his Mind with staring at the glowing shards that rose before him, doing Absolutely Nothing productive, the Scholar had dismissed the noise of the small company. The image captivating him made him drift a bit, to the familiar surroundings so far off for now. Wonder if the villagers had noticed his extended absence and looted his house, maybe even doing so currently, whilst the goats certainly were taking care of the outerior. Guess there was something positive about the junglefolk not understanding the value of literature, so leaving the most valuable in the property to its peaceful position. His index reached to stroke his chin absently. It was a sudden rant that shook his feet back to the ground, the feathers of his hood shivering as the Marksman caged his gaze. He traced in silence as they bolted towards the boy, impulsive actions taking place in sustained fire. Surprisingly, not too much from the tribesman's side, guess they were too confused along with the man being the ultimate portrayal of swift and unpredictable. One just had to hope that neither of them was going to get impaled by one of those skewers that laid in the ground, a neat stack to that. Right after the mayhem having taken itself elsewhere, the Soldier opened an introduction. Together? Not exactly since I wasn't one to take a dive in the swamp pool. He had been right from them not having an army, yet they were about to reunite themselves with one. At Kinaldi? So, they were a Morrimian, having mentioned returning home. The last name was just as unknown to him as the first, just making him nod his head to indicate he had listened. Juul Shaepah. It was simple enough to be remembered, if not in its own form alone, but added to that of the one that wielded it. He was terrible with names, but faces he hardly forgot. Made it easier to recognize people from afar. And possibly avoid them in the future. " My apologies for the lack of familiarities. " His head bowed humbly. " My name for one is Galeas Winterbringer, just another Scholar as you might already have noticed. " Was not his way to toss about the importance of his work, from several reasons. To mention one, he didn't enjoy being questioned about it, thus trying to keep his words from concerning anything related. Also, he didn't want to seem self-assured and imperious, something those around him often associated with the intellectual class. His appearance and even the very way he walked, low heels knocking, was usually working against him in the field of impressions. No matter how humble the internal, the external realm always had a greater effect. " The one I travel with, - " He inclined at the tribesman. " - calls himself Yada'nok. They are of the Jungle, to which we are headed. " His gaze bounced between the loud duo in the distance when he fell quiet again, like watching some stage artistry. The man dug to the ember, head first and controlled by their wild, action-oriented brain, while the youngling stood back and held a- Oh. Well, his attempt to stop them from having a sip had been in vain then. Should've expected that, too many variables in the setting, one of them was meant to water down his intentions. Just his luck. If he had believed in such. They didn't like it, obviously. The glare on the immature, disgusted face made a smirk creep upon his features, for he imagined it might have made them regret ever wanting a taste. Would make his job of watching over their reckless arse way more easier, one temptation less to guide their step into undesirable currents. Now, if he could somehow find a way to get rid of their other journey-hindering interest, such as chasing after new pets. And ladies, for even if it was nothing serious from their part, the need to impress from just the joy of it and with no greater reason was quite the annoyance. The thought took him to glance at the Maiden by the Fire, like looking for an adjutant for the plot. Don't assume they were one to execute anything of desired effect, being a soldier nature that seemed to get along the tribesman like so many before. What was it about that hyperactive nature and overpouring enthusiasm that everyone saw charming, for he sure had not been amazed by it at all. Even less now that he knew the boy better. A trouble magnet they were, if anything. The Lady's voice rung towards him again. From what dimension did they keep ripping these nicknames from? His hues turned to collide with the fiery essence of the woman, against all odds them having become the calmest in the absurd bouquet of people. For the rest of the group was being occupied by a crocodile head and liquor, the fleeting scene more than enough to prove his point. At least the downpour had lightened a bit, on the brighter turnover. The question itself made him let out a hum in agreement. Either they knew the Loniar area well or had a somewhat good sense of direction, for they had guessed from where his route reached, even with his whole appearance having happened in a most unnatural spot. The Morrimian grounds were where they hailed from however, seizing it possible that they had roamed all the edges of their homeland. He took in a deep inhale prior to his answer. Apart from the usual bad bookstores and deceased acquaintances, there was nothing of value to tell. " I am not one to catch gossip or news that might be of interest, but it was an aftermath of festivities held by the respected Empress some time back that held tongues captive. Our way here was peaceful, thus I expect your return to Kinaldi being of similar kind. " The faintest of smiles lurked on his features, only to be dispersed rapidly when the boy ran past like a strong blast of Wind. What on- His look traced and he noticed the mute having taken off, wonder if it was due what he had uttered into their head. He wouldn't feel guilt, just a bit of confusement over them having attracted Yada'nok to rush after. Chase another lady and get lost now, would you? Hopefully not. As his look returned, he took in account yet another thing. The man had disappeared. How quaint, now he was left alone with the chatty Lady. He all of a sudden felt an urge to make up how he really needed to reclaim the boy from the Woods. However, sooner than he had imagined and definitely before he had been able to fabricate a valid escape plan, a struggle took place in the bushes across the Fire. A swish of green accompanied with a deep growl. |
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| Pheonitia | Apr 15 2014, 04:56 AM Post #23 |
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Pheonitia Is it wrong to think less of people? Why have I been unsure of everything as of late, why did my body just moved on its own? I have so many questions, but so little answers and so little clues. There was something she did understand, something was changing. What it was and how, she was unsure, much like how this world worked and how to interact with children. The fact remained and until she figured things out there was no stopping it. She glanced back at her hand, why had it started to shake, if she was to take a logical approach on the matter, it shook because she was annoyed and nervous to what the other had said to her, and her body trembled in response. It was ridiculous since she was incapable of such a thing, both in mind and body. Right? Before she could abandon such a ridiculous idea of her head, there was the voice of the child coming in her direction. What would he want from her, it is not like she had done much for him, maybe saved his life but then again the blond man was not running after her. She asked for nothing in return so why was this child coming after her. She really did not have any social skills with children, but she had to try and be compassionate with him. She waited for the young one to reach her and kneeled down in front of him, offering him a warm smile and with even warmer hands ruffled his hair a bit. She extended he index finger in the air, asking the child for a moment. She took her note book from the inside of her robes, opening it. She browsed through the pages, one of them containing a drawing of an island in the sky and when she reached an empty page she ripped it. Using the book as support she started to fold the paper and it began to take shape, the shape of a triangular hat. When she was done, she placed the hat on top of the child’s head and smiled once again, she was unsure what else to do or how to act but she knew that due to the innocent nature the child he meant her no harm, both physically or mentally, and because of that she could not ignore him. Still she had nothing to do there, maybe the child would understand this and say farewell. He owed nothing to her and hopefully this idea would sink in. Thomas It was soft alright, but it was mere leafs, in his mind he had another softer thing that he wished he would have fallen on. He could not help but grin to himself. He felt a very small sting just then, nothing serious and he would have easily discarded it, but then there was another and another and many others. There were ants there, many ants, big and nasty ants. – oooooooohhhhhhhhhaaaaaa! – He let out a growl of sorts from under the bushes, it had started to pour and he was assaulting the place the ants had called refuge. He began to kick and punch, trying to grab hold of firm ground so he could get up. There was none, and he pondered if getting eaten alive by ants was an even worse fate than being eaten alive by a crocodile. It was certainly more ridiculous, that was for sure, but he was not one to be embarrassed by his fortune. Since he could not get up he decided to roll, and began to roll around without direction and eventually got out of the nasty ant infested place. If he was dirty before, now with all the mud that had accumulated due to the heavy downpour, he was simply a mess. A mess covered with ants. – Get them off me, don’t let them take me… ahhh. What a hero of the world he was, but by then everyone would have figured out he was not such a person. Still, a bit o self respect would have not suited him wrong, but he was not one mind one such things when ants were biting him. He was trying to brush them off his hair, his clothes, oh did he need a bath now, but the swamp was far from a suitable place, even he knew that. He pressed his back against a tree, trying to scratch it off and it was a remarkable display of something. Stupidity was one thing, creativity was probably the next, but who knows what went on in the minds of the others. Eventually he managed to brush off the little devils, his face and visible body parts had red stings all over. He had enough with fighting deadly beasts for one day so he was going to focus on eating and drinking. So he dragged his body over to the fireplace and gave a good look at the ground and managed to find the crocodile tooth he had lost. He touched it before taking hold of it, making sure it was not as hot as it was before. Taking a sit on the ground he took out his journal and began to unwrap the many pieces of string and linen that held all the garbage he had shoved inside the pages. This garbage was his memories, of long travels, the many people he met, and it was while he was browsing the pages it was the only time where Tom looked at peace with the world, or the other way around. On an empty page he placed the crocodile tooth and with a nod closed the journal, wrapping it as tight as he could. As he was done he kept it safe inside his vest, tapping above the leather with his open hand. He could get on with cooking now, he searched the ground and found his skinning knife and resumed the previous halted task. After he got some decent chunks of crocodile meat clean he looked around and found two interesting things. First it was his cup, still half filled, they boy had left it behind so he downed it in one go and the other thing was a few sharpen sticks. No idea where they came from, but they would be perfect to cook the meat, and so he did, like no one was around him, it was probably for the best, without distractions he could actually focus on getting the meat done. |
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| Juul Shaepah | Apr 17 2014, 08:40 AM Post #24 |
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The soldier stayed in her crouched position, seeming static against the whirling dervish of the young man and the boy savage. Now was the time to rest - she had been marching since the dawn, through the wet and the dry - her feet were raw with blisters and the top of her thighs burned. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area, the last time she had been in Loniar the fighting had been hard. Ambushes and sneak attacks, by both beasts and men, had dogged the Morrimian infantry. Their Ashokan opponents had been fleet of foot. She had picked up the habit quickly. The scholar had spoken. His eyes had a somewhat glazed quality, that his mind was pondering topic far from the fire and smoke. So, he had come through Morrim. Perhaps the rumours that had prompted her journey back to the homeland had not been unfounded. She hadn't been there for three years, but the news that reached her was seldom good. She allowed the scuffling of the younger members to dominate the sound around the for a moment or two, before she spoke. "Winterbringer, eh? I assume he ain't yer boy." she spoke, her eyes fleetingly locking with his as she motioned with her head towards the boy, who was then careening after the robed could-be-boggart. "Ye studyin' him, or summin?" Her eyes continued their prowl, half expecting a volley of javelins accompanied by ululating battle cries, but all they found was the blonde one's tomfoolery. Something still seemed awry to her, though. Maybe it was the presence of the damn cat. Perhaps another drink would calm her. "What about you, blondie? Ye got a name?" she called out to him as he was rummaging through his pack, though she didn't turn to face him fully. |
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| Galeas | Apr 29 2014, 04:08 PM Post #25 |
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// My humble apologies for the delayed response... // // Yada'nok // He smiled when they stopped, the chestnut looking up to meet the fiery hues. The cheerful expression widened when the Lady knelt before him and ruffled his hair, making him let out a little chuckle. In the cool of early spring the warmth their digits delivered was more than pleasing, like fabricated rays of midsummer Sun that brushed through his damp strands. He had been in mixed thoughts about what it would cause to chase a Deity, but this one sure seemed one of them Friendly kind. He had known it from the start, if not doubting just a bit for the ways of the ethereal had been unpredictable in the past. When they took out the book his smirk fainted just a bit from the corners, an undertone of confusement arching his brows. Were they going to write him an answer? But... He couldn't read. He didn't even look like someone who could, to say the least. They weren't holding a quill though, thus why he staid silent and let them browse in peace, inclining his head a bit to peer down at the pages that flipped. Was not polite to peek, could have been a diary, but since he was disabled in understanding written language he calculated it might not matter in this case. He saw a few pictures here and there, they paced through too fast for him to actually take in details and what they were, but the colours sure looked nice in the middle of the inked rows of swirly symbols. His mouth fell ajar when the Lady tore the fresh page from its dignified spot. Not the precious paper! When they started to fold it up into some type of a shape, parchment rustling softly against the book's cover, he could do nothing but stay still and stare. This was just getting more and more confusing. What they produced was a type of a... triangle? He traced when the crafted paper item was placed on his head, then letting his attention bounce back to the Deity. Their warm expression raised the corners of his lips into something similar, if not with a twist of demureness. There was something he understood perfectly in relations and it was Gifts, for he had given many during his adventures. In this case, no matter how much he appreciated the given piece of headwear, it only made things more difficult for him. The Lady had not only saved his Life, now they had also parted with something of theirs, so digging his debt a tad bit deeper. Were they testing him, those above, wanted him to prove he was a just man? Well, in that case... One must respect the Code. " Oeh. " He started in a flattered exhale, bowing his head and taking the hat off. Rolling it in his digits in ponder he held it to his chest like some foreign gentleman. " I must repays, if the Divine letses me. " Probing words escaped him, dark eyes looking for acceptance from those of the Bo-gard. His hand reached to tug their sleeve and head inclined in proposition towards the camp that loomed in the distance, the fire flickering markingly. He was about to turn on his heel, but an index hoisted in a sudden realization and he clicked his tongue, halting his step. The paper crown he put back on his head, then slipping a hand through his collar to the folds of his cloaks. After a bit of clinking and muffled rustle, he took out a wooden figurine, a goat to be exact, and held it out on his palm in offering before placing it into the Lady's hands. Takes it... Then he flipped on his spot, gesturing the Lady in excitement to follow and returned to the company of the rest of the scattered expedition. He rubbed his shoulders, the strange triangular headpiece dangling back and forth, and let his gaze wander on the other participants. In the end he fixed on the Blondie, looking at them over the Blaze in wonder over what was it they tinkered. Seemed to be handling the journal from before. Yada'nok inhaled and marched to their side, cogs inside his head trying to make up a proper way to approach verbally. He was just about to take a seat next to them when he noticed the wound on their leg, something that he had completely forgotten about amidst all the crocodile-head-claiming and teeth-pulling and lizard-cooking. " You are woundeds! " He screamed out, pointing at the injury wildly. Wasn't too severe for the man was still alive and kicking, but sure would get infected with all the soil it had gathered from the swamp. In his logic at least. Well, for all he knew he had sharpened the spear well enough the other day. Must takes action! An aghast glance was directed at the Sorcerer, then at the Soldier in an indirect call for assistance. " I helps! " The boy continued and crouched next to the man, searching his garment for bandadges, a rolled up piece of cloth. And a knife, the blade flashing ominously as he took it out. Might have to burn the cut... Where the heck was Chacha? // Galeas // His attention locked to observe the short, but seemingly distantly painful episode that took from the disturbed bushes. A brow raised in slight irritation towards the bouncing and flapping limbs, not to mention the yelling. Incapable of keeping his interest on the ramble for longer than a minute his look started to wander, staring over flickering spectacles. " They are not. " He confirmed briefly, glancing over his shoulder absently in search of the said Boy. Was nowhere to be seen, wonder if they had reached what they went for. Or who knew, maybe the mute was currently feasting on their corpse, not that he truly believed so to have happened. The tribesman had always been favoured by Dumb's luck. Shouldn't be too optimistic though, better not assume anything at all, nor get mixed up into the absurd trails of events. The time for that would be later. Much later. - Ye studyin' him, or summin?" Quite the opposite... Yada'nok had been the one to come to him, showed interest in his ways rather than the other way around. He could remember clearly how they had followed him for days in the bushes, observing, before taking their courage by the neck and actually coming forward. The questions had been numerous, countless, most about subjects he rather avoided, but most importantly all of them had been sincere. There hadn't been a mocking tone, laughter, nor other factions that questioned the facts that he knew. Once an answer was given it had always been a step forward, a new one to be given rather than a lenghty explanation. They did ask Why in occasion, but it was not the type that irritated him or followed by another. Maybe that was the reason he had tolerated the youngling for so long, surprising even himself. The words had made him submerge into a series of recalled matters, making him chuckle lightly at the conclusion. " No. They aren't to be studied. Is them that does so to their surrounding. Their overflooding curiousity doesn't offer a turn of speech or a chance for questioning. " The Scholar muttered his answer, shedding the Lady a glimpse. A faintly askew smile of sorts had overlaid his features during the sentence, an expression that hurried to disappear when an approach could be heard. Speaking of which... He threw a look at the direction of the light noise, coming to the certainty it was now the tribesman stumbling their way back. Was about time... Not that he had ever considered running after them anyway. Were they wearing a hat now? He stared at the strange headpiece for a brief moment, ending up assuming it was folded from paper. What a waste, the weather was sure to soak the parchment. If not today, then some other day. Were many to be had on the road still. In an exhale he detached his gaze from the tribesman, passing it over to the Blondie when a question was addressed to them. Seemed things had fallen into a state too peaceful, with the Archer sitting down silent like a duckling and all that, since it was to be broken by yelling. Again. How was he not surprised. A frown darted to meet the screamer's pleading eyes, the rest of him staying immobile as the observation took further to concern the injured. Was when he remembered the spear, how it had sticked to the man's leg during the uneven duel, a bit of confusement grasping his internal. Oh yeah, that little detail had completely slipped his mind. Seems the wounded had been able to dismiss the pain so far, must have been their body's own chemicals working in their favour. In rising mental exhaustion he exhaled and turned on his heel. Fine, don't have to tell me twice. Nor yell... His course took to Svala, it humming in greeting when he got to its side, and in a bit of hesitation he went for the saddlebags once more. Couldn't see the cat anywhere, thus why should be careful and not let it jump out from a possible resting place as before. Hopefully the stumble-and-step-on-its-tail had scared it away for good. Or at least far enough for it to not return too soon. The Soldier seemed to dislike the said feline and he really didn't feel like witnessing another chaotic chase. |
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