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| In the Dark | |
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| Topic Started: May 19 2014, 09:04 PM (962 Views) | |
| Jey | May 19 2014, 09:04 PM Post #1 |
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Jey lay on his back in the depressed clearing, one trousered knee arched and lifted towards the wide, dark ocean of sky high above. A stolen cloak lay folded beside him, the great axe, Crimson Calamity, lying aside as he rested. Deep spheres of an unearthly, violet color caught the glimmer of the stars and reflected them back, allowing him easy vision in the dark. One muscular arm curved above the wavy, raven locks of the tiefling, the other plucking restlessly at the green grass at his side. In the darkness, it too looked almost black. Blackness… Above, beneath, inescapable now, with little light between, little color; perfect for hiding and remaining unseen from those who chased and hunted. He could feel the grass beneath him, feel it whispering gently against the back of his neck as he lay almost immobile, lost in his reverie and the twinkling companionship of the frosty, distant night lights. A soft sigh passed his lips, a breath barely heard, yet bathed in a mixture of relief and regret. Jey had just managed to escape from a squad of soldiers who had taken to pursuing him, though not before managing to mortally wound the most brazen of them. The tiefling had gotten himself caught red-handed in the midst of burglarizing a wagon for supplies after brutalizing its occupants. It had been an crime of opportunity really, the lone, languid moving, ox-driven wagon was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. The outlaw would have thought that it was common knowledge not to travel after dark, before the moon was full, and without any means of protection. For those travelers, it wasn’t, or perhaps circumstance had forced them against good judgment. Either way, he had no problem with capitalizing on other people’s mistakes. Now, the pale face of the moon found a violet-cast duplicate of itself in his eyes, and he watched its slow rise, climbing the celestial stairs through its different houses, the stars shifting and changing with the same precision the heavens always showed, only not ever quite exactly the same as before. The same, but not: here was an interesting paradox. His mind was a whirlwind of the same, personal thoughts, and now they were mingled with emotions he had feigned not to own. He let his mind wander, letting his lashes weigh his eyelids down, drooping as he ignored even the stars, to pause inanimate, listening to the silence, the stillness of the night as a backdrop to the tableau of a life unlived by him that was painted on his mind like a portrait on a canvas. Sighing, his body relaxed and his face softened from the cold sharpness that currently dominated it. In some ways he envied those travelers; braving the dangers of the wilderness, but in honest pursuits. And at least, at the end of the day, whether fortune favored them or not, they had each other. Furrows of melancholy indented his brow for a moment, but there was no one here to know, no one to see it. Settling into a more comfortable position, his eyes re-opened to take in the sky, but there was a shadowy shape now blocking it from view. Tension rippled through his body as he realized that he could sense another presence standing nearly on top of him. He had been so intent in his dreaming that he had shut his mind to anything else. He lay very still, left hand inaudibly brushing across the grass until he felt his fingers graze over his great axe’s pole. Deep eyes glittered up to the intruder, but he did not make any other moves, nor any sound in hopes that at worst he would be trod on and passed by. Brushing away the memory and wispy fragments of his inward sojourn, he tried to make some estimation of the entity’s size and anatomy. Were they male or female, petite, or larger like him? His mind cleared quickly, but the realization that he had been snuck up upon, or even allowed himself to be stumbled upon, irked him and clouded his judgment a hair longer than he might have liked. Should he challenge the arrival, or…? No, no… He would still hold on to the hope that they would leave him undisturbed. |
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| Silas | Jun 17 2014, 02:19 PM Post #2 |
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Silas strode through the night, shaking but determined to find his mark. After spending a week looking for a job, he'd finally found something doable: Find a criminal. Well, I guess it's more doable than say, kill an entire gang. He thought when he'd found the wanted poster. I can try, I guess. Of course, as simply as he'd started out, he was now very deep in. After asking around, and going to a variety of very frightening places where a criminal may hide, he was now in the middle of the forest, in the middle of the night. That did not change his obvious fear at the moment. The poster was locked in one hand, with his spear in the other. At the moment, he didn't even have a plan if he ran into the criminal, which at night could be a fatal mistake. This guy... he killed a Sotoan soldier, and escaped from 'em too! He thought, panic obvious on his face. I can't imagine what he'd do to me! But he shook those thoughts right out of his head, putting on a brave face. "No!" He yelled aloud, having lost control of himself. "I don't wanna die! But I don't want to be a coward either!" He gripped the poster even tighter, bringing it up to his face. "I'm gonna find this... this... 'Jey the Crimson Calamity! And I'm gonna be a hero!" He started running through the forest, reinvigorated with the swell of emotion. But after a while of running, he came upon an unfamiliar clearing. Oh... He thought, features once again going tight with panic. I'm... I don't recognize any of this. I'm lost. He looked around, but the path wasn't visible from here. He decided, disappointedly, to stop here. He was never going to find Jey now. It was to late at night. The best he could do was go back to town and find something else to do. He was about to set down for the night when he came upon a figure on the ground. It took him a minute to comprehend this, but when he did, the realization hit like a ton of bricks. "AHH!" He yelled, jumping back, and bringing his spear to the ready. "Who... who are you? What're you doing out here?" |
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| Jey | Jun 22 2014, 09:26 AM Post #3 |
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‘Shit’ was the singular word of thought that flashed in his mind at the startled reaction of the person who stumbled upon him. By the sound of their voice, and the unsteady questions they hurled at him, there was no way they were allied with his pursuers. Such persons would possess more authoritative and commanding voices that barked orders and questions that demanded compliance. His violet eyes narrowed in the darkness, but the hand that had been previously reaching for the pole of his axe retreated. This was likely just a traveler lost on their way to who-knows-where, concerned, and rightfully so, as to possibility of having run into a crazed manic. Perhaps it would be beneficial of him to pretend to be a traveler as well… With that idea in mind, Jey thought it prudent of him to appear more casual and less threatening and suspicious. Slowly, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, his back to the startled entity that spoke to him.”Whoa, whoa, whoa…” he spoke in a calm manner, raising his hands in a lackadaisical way to kind of give the impression that he meant the other no ill will, though mostly came off as being aloof and oblivious. “Yuh startled mi jus di same.” The outlaw then rose to his feet, turning then to actually face the other, a casual smile, preemptively prepared on his face as to come off friendlier than he was truly feeling at the moment. ”I’m jus-“ It was then that his eyes narrowed again, adjusting to the darkness directly in front of him to better make out the figure questioning him. It was just a kid, and not a very strong looking one at that. Immediately, the smile he held fell, as did his arms; his overall demeanor losing the façade of aloofness and becoming more impatient. “Wait….,” he began incredulously, now actually taken aback by the frail looking human holding a spear. The weapon barely registered as being dangerous in his mind, seeming just overall out of place in the hands of he who held it. ”Wah am I doing out here? Wah are yuh doing out here? Yuh just a bwoy! Yuh should be 'ome wid yuh madda.” |
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| Silas | Jun 22 2014, 11:06 AM Post #4 |
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Silas looked at the stranger, inching backwards ever so slighty. "I... that's...hey!" He tensed up. "I'm... asking the questions here!" He tried to sound tough, but his voice was shaky and uncertain. Truth be told, Silas' age was one of his biggest irritants. It was the reason he never got hired, it was the reason criminals and thugs never took him seriously, and it was the reason for which he was so ignorant to the worlds workings. Pointing it out did NOT make him very happy. He sighed, a put-upon look gracing his features. "I don't need my mother, I'm a mercenary! I've, uh..." He tried to think of something impressive to say. "I've fought hundreds of warriors, and all have fallen at my feet, begging for mercy!" Completely false, but he couldn't tell him that the last real warrior he'd met had pat him on the head and gave him a coin like he was an orphan and a beggar. "So, uh... you didn't answer my question. Who're you, and what're you doing here?" Edited by Silas, Jun 22 2014, 12:20 PM.
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| Jey | Jun 22 2014, 12:57 PM Post #5 |
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Jey could feel the uncertainty rolling off the boy in waves. He was doing a fair job at trying to appear more threatening than he actually was, but not nearly enough to be even the slightest bit convincing. Even with his spear in hand, the outlaw didn’t feel he was in any actual danger. He took a moment to look down at his axe, but made no move to get it; he didn’t feel like this would end in a fight, and even if it did, he was pretty sure in his ability to disarm the kid if need be. He snorted in amusement at hearing that the kid was a mercenary, and couldn’t help but smirk to himself as they then recounted the amount of warriors they’ve defeated. “Caan yuh even count dat ‘igh, bwoy?” He asked dismissively, the smallest hint of a smirk on his face. The kid looked barely old enough to hold the weapon he had now, much less defeat anybody with it. Jey then shook his head, one hand moving to rub at the back of his neck as he made a face once the kid questioned him again. “Yuh nearly step pon mi ‘ead, den yuh point yuh toy sword at mi, an den ‘ave di nerve to waahnt answers from mi?” He muttered in a tired tone and then sighed, clicking his tongue. “Clearly yuh do need yuh madda, shi’ would teach yuh some manners.” He paused for a moment after that, thinking of how he should handle the situation. There was no way he was going to be subservient to a child in this circumstance, but it wasn’t as if anything that had just happened actually managed to anger him at least. He would humor the kid for a bit, kind of. “Tel mi yuh name first, child, so I caan noh who is so bold, den I tel yuh mine.” |
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| Silas | Jun 22 2014, 01:25 PM Post #6 |
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Silas grunted, then lowered the spear. This stranger was obviously nonplussed by his display of authority. "My name is Silas. Just Silas." He furrowed his brow, a stern look of annoyance visible. "I came out here, looking for a criminal." He looked around a second, then looked at the figure again, disappointed. "I seemed to have lost the poster, but I remember his name. His face." He stepped closer, studying the stranger, but the night obscured his features. "His name was Jey... Jey the Crimson Calamity." Silas' voice was angry and depressed. "But I wasn't able to find him, and now I'm lost." He then raised the spear again. "Now, who are you?"
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| Jey | Jun 28 2014, 01:12 PM Post #7 |
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Jey blinked slowly and raised a calm eyebrow in response to the kid’s statement. The outlaw’s face was a mask of indifference that expertly hid the surprise and confusion that he was actually feeling inside. They were sending children after him now? Actual, literal, barely pubescent children? Were they insane? Or maybe this one had simply taken the job up of his own violation without any prompting by another? But did no one care enough to slap him upside his head and tell him to do something else instead? How could people be so thoughtless? The string of thoughts that whizzed through his mind caught him off guard and he shook his head to clear them, raising a hand to his temple and briefly closing his eyes. The actions and consequences to the self of someone else really shouldn’t be any of his business… “Uhhh… Silas,” he spoke cautiously then, a bit of a serpentine hiss being attributed to his pronunciation of the boy’s name. “Don’t yuh think yuh a bit too young to look fah ‘im? Not dat I noh ‘im… Just di name sound like sumting yuh should leave alone.” His words were a bit gentle, and as inconspicuous as he could manage to make them. ”Name’s Larian, by di by,” he lied, silencing the inner chuckle that threatened to rise from his throat at claiming the identity of one of his past companions. ’Oh, di irony…’ he thought to himself, throwing a sideways glance to nowhere. ”’Ow yuh plan to track a man, if yuh cyaan’t even keep track of yuhself?” He questioned then, referencing how the kid mentioned that he was lost. |
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| Silas | Jul 11 2014, 09:36 AM Post #8 |
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Silas sighed, indignant. As with all adults, he was getting lectured on the nature of his journey, an all too common result of being young and naive. But if he knew one thing, it was that the longer you worked at something, the better you got at it. A lesson he'd learned from his father, who had intended it to be about fieldwork. But it could be adapted to nearly anything in Silas mind. And so, he wouldn't let the stranger's words get to him. "Well, Mr... uh... Larian." He puffed out his chest a little, voice slightly indignant, and crossed his arms. "I believe that even one as young and inexperienced as myself is capable of much more than at first appears when they set their mind to it." He pointed a finger to his head. "And I am determined to find Jey and bring him to justice, like a true hero! Just like the old tales of valiant knights and endangered damsels, I shall overcome my own weaknesses and become legend!" He then pointed up into the air, a fit of fervor and passion fueling his words. "I am strong of spirit and body! I am swift blade at the call of bravery! I am a true hero at heart!" He laughed, before suddenly drawing his hand back down and looking around. "Oops... that was kinda loud..." He then looked sheepishly to the man who called himself Larian. "Uh... you wouldn't happen to know the way out of these woods, would you?" |
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| Jey | Jul 12 2014, 07:53 PM Post #9 |
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He hummed in question as Silas addressed him and puffed out his chest. Jey listened to what Silas had to say in silence, his fan-like ears twitching in reflex at the sound of his real name. With any luck, the kid wouldn’t recognize him for who he really was anytime soon, as it would be a shame to put an end to his adventure so quickly. Not that he at all wanted to kill someone so young, but the tiefling’s own survival would always trump his emotions and ethics. Well, for the most part anyway. As the kid’s monologue continued and increased in intensity, Jey could feel secondhand embarrassment welling up inside of him and the slightest pull of a cringe at his shoulders. “Oookaaaay…..” The outlaw didn’t respond to anything Silas had spoke of in his speech, instead deciding to kind of just pretend he hadn’t heard it. While there were some valid points made, overall he thought the whole thing was reflective of the person who said it: childish. It was true that a person was capable of much more than they appeared, and that determination, resolve, and the ability to overcome one’s own weaknesses were necessary mercenary components. However, when it came to actually going on the hunt in the field, experience, cunning, and practiced fighting skill made up the bulk of importance. So far, from what Jey could gather, Silas lacked all three. Justice, valiance, and heroics were just the focus points of someone who had yet to see how ugly and selfish the world was. His violet eyes trailed over to where his axe lay hidden. Someone who had yet to see how callous and deadly it could be. Sighing, the outlaw shook his head, refocusing on the young mercenary in front of him. “Ehh… Yeh… ‘aven’t been ‘ere inna dark much though.” He raised his arms into a stretch above his head. ”Yuh sure yuh wanna walk ‘round ‘ere alone inna night wit dis Calamity guy about? Might be betta to cyamp fah da night” |
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| Silas | Jul 22 2014, 07:19 AM Post #10 |
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Silas probably would have objected to staying here if it weren't for the fact that this man was right. He was wholly unfamiliar with this area, completely and utterly. Even with a route before him, he'd get lost. No fighting it, then. He sighed and let his bag fall down where he stood. "Fine..." He settles to one knee and began digging through his belongings. "Here, I think I have a lantern and some oil. Best if we had some light, no?" He pulled it out silently, and began attempting to find something to light it with. He then decided to make small talk to pass the time. "So... Larian?" He said, digging through his items fervently. "What's your story? Where ya from? I myself am from Morrim. My Ma and Da owned a farm. I used to work the fields with my brothers, but otherwise, it was nothing to gawk at. Boring and depressing to me. But that's besides the point. What about you?"
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| Jey | Oct 8 2014, 09:32 AM Post #11 |
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Jey felt a tickle of relief at the back of his neck when he saw Silas drop his bag and agree to the tiefling’s logical reasoning. At least with keeping the kid close, he could gather some information from him, and maybe even persuade him somehow to give up the pursuit. He doubted that he would be able to dissuade Silas from being a mercenary, but maybe he could lead the boy onto the trail of a marauder that wasn’t himself. That would at least buy the kid a little more time in the land of the living, he figured. The feeling of relief was short-lived though, for as soon as Silas mentioned a lantern and began producing the materials, Jey started. ”Uh! E-eh.. hm, wait! Di light may draw ‘im near!” He blurted out sudden anxiety touched sentence quickly, before Silas had time to find the rest of the lantern’s components. ”Wi don’t waahn ‘im to see us before wi see ‘im.” The outlaw remained frozen for a second after that, hoping that his words would convince the budding mercenary to follow his lead. After all, the kid had mentioned he would recognize him if he saw him, so it was best to remain as hidden from view as possible. The outburst and follow up also provided him a little extra time to dodge the question asked, his mind quickly running through a variety of truths and lies to tell the boy without giving away his identity. ”Stuff like dat happen to mi inna di dark before . Don’t waahn it to happen again.” |
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