Gwen watched her mentor go up the stairs and out of sight. Renmith was laying in her lap, breathing peacefully. She stroked the soft white fur and reflected on the events of the day. She looked up and motioned for the barmaid to come over. "A mug of hot water, please." The wench scuffled off with the order and returned shortly with a cup of steaming hot water. Gwen pulled a small pouch from underneath her cloak, opened it, and poured some tea concoction into the mug. The warm smell of cinnamon emanated around her, and she drank satisfactorily.
A tall dark figure strode into the inn, carrying a menacing presence with it. From what Gwen could tell, it was male. The shrouded figure was big and somewhat awkward. It looked like a lumpy pack was being carried by the man underneath the dark cloak. Gwen wouldn't have thought too much on it, if Renmith hadn't spoken.
The one has an unusual scent about him.
The man went and sat at the bar. The color drained from the barkeeper's face as he prepared a drink for the newcomer.
It seems like you're not the only one who noticed. What's unusual about it?
It's not human. Which is rather odd to find in a town like this. His scent is similar to your's and Jade's, yet unlike him, you carry human traits as well.
Can you tell what he is?
It's difficult. Even though he is not human, he still has a mixture of smells about him. I must admit though, he has a similar smell to Jade's "non-human" part.
That's impossible, he couldn't have-.
"Sire! Sire! You cannot go up those sta-" Gwen watched a silver flash dash beside the barkeeper's face, cutting his ear. The cloaked man had run up the stairs and out of sight.
Silent as a wraith, Gwen was already up the stairs behind him with Renmith hot on her tail.
Don't do anything stupid, Gwen!
Tell that to him!
She paused and looked around the corner of the hallway. The dark figure was standing at the door to the room Jade was sleeping in. He drew a huge black sword and held it at the ready with one hand. Gwen slipped her hand behind her back and unsheathed the dagger that was there. She breathed a short incantation, and with a burst of lightning speed, she was at the intruder's back, her dagger at his throat.
"Now, now, my friend. Let's not be too hasty in making rash decisions. I can't be letting you disturb my master's sleep now."
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Feleon on Mon Jan 28, 2008 3:30 pm
Xuphratacus watched the events going on around it. First the barfight, then Jade leaving to her room, followed by a shadowy figure and Gwen. It slowly pushed itself up off the stool, placing twenty gold down on the counter in front of the innkeeper and pointing up at the rooms.
"Sure, first door on your left up the stairs. Have a good night."
Xuphratacus nodded and headed upstairs, it barely reached the top when a noise was heard. Footsteps, then a weapon drawn.
Perhaps a dagger?
Xuphratacus reached the top and looked left, only to find the shadowy figure in front of a door, a dagger at its throat and the woman holding it.
Release it, foolish girl. I'll take care of it, should it do harm.
"Sure, first door on your left up the stairs. Have a good night."
Xuphratacus nodded and headed upstairs, it barely reached the top when a noise was heard. Footsteps, then a weapon drawn.
Perhaps a dagger?
Xuphratacus reached the top and looked left, only to find the shadowy figure in front of a door, a dagger at its throat and the woman holding it.
Release it, foolish girl. I'll take care of it, should it do harm.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Ketsueki Tenshu on Mon Jan 28, 2008 4:23 pm
Marion let out a deep throated chuckle, "Your master? My kin....No rash was not my intention, girl." He leaned forward, grabbing her wrist, moving the blade from his scaled neck. "I mean not harm to your 'master'." Marion looked over to the other figure approaching, " 'Take care of me'? Humph, confident aren't you." Standing back he sheathed his blade. "I am Marion Ulekfire, blade for hire. I am interested in meeting your 'master' young one."
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by Gwen on Mon Jan 28, 2008 5:44 pm
Gwen blinked.
Did he just say Marion? That's a girl's name!, she thought to herself. Gwen blushed, sheathed the dagger and wondered if the stranger was telling her the truth about his name. Somehow, she had a difficult time believing that such a dark and dangerous person could have such a...feminine name.
"Um...Greetings-er-...Marion Ulekfire. "If you only wanted to offer you're service, why in Hotay's name did you pull out your blade? Not that we're looking to hire anyway, Jade and I have no need for it." Gwen stared at the cloaked man. He was a lot taller up close. Something flickered on him in the dim light. Gwen couldn't quited figure out what it was. The shimmer came from the man's neck...
Renmith nudged her mind.
Gwen. He has dragon scent.
What?
Dragoon, to be exact.
Now that Gwen thought about it, the shimmering she saw did look similar to scales. It really wasn't that surprising to her anyway. She had seen many strange things throughout her travels with Jade. She had to stifle a laugh. His name, really didn't fit him.
"Listen, friend, I have to be honest with you. I can't take you seriously with a name like that, could I just call you Mar for now?"
Did he just say Marion? That's a girl's name!, she thought to herself. Gwen blushed, sheathed the dagger and wondered if the stranger was telling her the truth about his name. Somehow, she had a difficult time believing that such a dark and dangerous person could have such a...feminine name.
"Um...Greetings-er-...Marion Ulekfire. "If you only wanted to offer you're service, why in Hotay's name did you pull out your blade? Not that we're looking to hire anyway, Jade and I have no need for it." Gwen stared at the cloaked man. He was a lot taller up close. Something flickered on him in the dim light. Gwen couldn't quited figure out what it was. The shimmer came from the man's neck...
Renmith nudged her mind.
Gwen. He has dragon scent.
What?
Dragoon, to be exact.
Now that Gwen thought about it, the shimmering she saw did look similar to scales. It really wasn't that surprising to her anyway. She had seen many strange things throughout her travels with Jade. She had to stifle a laugh. His name, really didn't fit him.
"Listen, friend, I have to be honest with you. I can't take you seriously with a name like that, could I just call you Mar for now?"
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by Jadeling Hawkins on Mon Jan 28, 2008 7:20 pm
There came a slight creaking sound as the door to the inn room where Jade had been slumbering slowly eased itself open. After a moment, a lithe shadow slipped through. Jade, back in her cloak, eyes shining through the hood's cover and narrowed in annoyance.
"Mayhaps 'tis just a personal habit...but I'm not one for being awakened lightly. Is there some reason for this liddle gathering outside my temporary cave?" The voice that drifted from the hood spoke in a rather clipped tone, even as the eyes roved with interest over Marion's unique silhouette. As rarely as it was that she slept...she was extraordinarily put out when she was interrupted in the act. Still, the damage was done, and now she had a....
This man was a Dragoon.
With surprising calm, Jade positioned herself between her young friend and the Dragoon. It wasn't so much an act of distrust as it was a statement of their student-teacher relationship. Something any Dragoon would understand.
Glancing towards the odd, wrapped up fellow that they had shared drinks with, Jade found herself thinking on the knight who slept in the hay on the lower floor. So many interesting chance meetings in one day.
"Was there something you needed, mate?" She spoke in English to the dark cloaked fellow before her...if only for the benefit of the others. "Or did you just want to stare at me pretty little friend here? Because if that's the case, then by all means...I'll just go back to my nap."
"Mayhaps 'tis just a personal habit...but I'm not one for being awakened lightly. Is there some reason for this liddle gathering outside my temporary cave?" The voice that drifted from the hood spoke in a rather clipped tone, even as the eyes roved with interest over Marion's unique silhouette. As rarely as it was that she slept...she was extraordinarily put out when she was interrupted in the act. Still, the damage was done, and now she had a....
This man was a Dragoon.
With surprising calm, Jade positioned herself between her young friend and the Dragoon. It wasn't so much an act of distrust as it was a statement of their student-teacher relationship. Something any Dragoon would understand.
Glancing towards the odd, wrapped up fellow that they had shared drinks with, Jade found herself thinking on the knight who slept in the hay on the lower floor. So many interesting chance meetings in one day.
"Was there something you needed, mate?" She spoke in English to the dark cloaked fellow before her...if only for the benefit of the others. "Or did you just want to stare at me pretty little friend here? Because if that's the case, then by all means...I'll just go back to my nap."
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Ketsueki Tenshu on Mon Jan 28, 2008 8:29 pm
Marion's eyes flashed with annoyance, "It's Marion, Mar-e-on, not Mary-on...simpleton. Nonetheless, I am not here to offer my blade, I am want to meet the dra-" Jade appeared from her room. Speaking, he noticed she herself kept cloaked. "Mar will be fine...you must be the young one's 'master'. Intriguing, I meant not to wake you, but I caught an interesting scent and followed...you must be it." His eyes looked Jade over, peeked with interests, "Never met one of my 'kin' before. I am Marion, or Mar according to the little one, Ulekfire, I hale from the North...where as it does not matter." Mar folded his heavy arms, "May I inquire your name?" He asked Jade.
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by Gwen on Mon Jan 28, 2008 9:06 pm
Gwen laughed at the man's annoyance. The stranger was rather odd, but she instantly liked the dragoon, despite the fact that he was dark and didn't seem to have a sense of humor.
Renmith pawed at her leg. She picked up the pup and perched him across her shoulders. There was no need to conceal his tails now that they were away from all the people.
"Jade, considering what our present company consists of, perhaps we should find a more private place to talk with our new friend."
Renmith pawed at her leg. She picked up the pup and perched him across her shoulders. There was no need to conceal his tails now that they were away from all the people.
"Jade, considering what our present company consists of, perhaps we should find a more private place to talk with our new friend."
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by GreyFox on Mon Jan 28, 2008 9:24 pm
Zul'saka kept his head low, his posture bent, tusks hidden, and kept his stubborn Mohawk down. He covered himself in an old tattered cloak as he made his way through the harbor town of "Sillia". The highly irritating elves and humans that walked passed him started to build up a lot of anger, but If he were to attack he would expose himself. Thus he tried his best to not let his anger and hatred betray him.
"Heh, filthy human scum. hmph Misbegotten elves! Dey're all da same!" He cursed silently to himself. It was good releasing some excess anger. He scoured the port for a boat that could take him off Sillia. He's made enough killing in this land and needed a new, fresh place.
"All aboard the SS. Diamond Sky! Fastest Boat to Mandalla! Where paradise welcome all!" An elven sailor announced. This caught Zul'saka's attention.
"Ha! Just mah luck!" He smirked.
He proceeded to the boat-the overly decorated, eye-sore of a boat. "Excuse me sir, but You're not allowed on this boat. Aristocrats only." The elf glared. Zul'saka gritted his teeth in anger. "What das dis elvish fool tink he is? Huh?!". He sneered at the young elf until he stuffed a handful of money in the elf's pockets. That was about all the money he's collected during his stay in Sillia.
"Oh, my mistake sir, Welcome aboard the SS Diamond sky!" The elf smiled. Zul'saka was moments away from decapitating the elf on the spot, but proceeded to the bow.
He looked into the distance and saw storm clouds gathering. "I hope dese damn elves know how tu steer da boat" He said.
After sometime the boat set sailed from Sillia's ports and into the open ocean. Zul'saka stood at the boat's bow admiring the sight of the glimmering waters, but it wasn't long until he saw the dark skies loomed overhead. Some hours later the boat was rocked with gales and torrents.
"Captain! The boat's leaking!" A fearful crew member cried. "What?! We just got the "Diamond" fixed up!" The captain stormed to the boat's lower levels.
"Bah! Stinkin' elves! Dey can't even build a propuh boat!"
"We're going to have to turn around and make an emergency stop at Cartise lads! We're far from Mandalla still!" The Captain said as he made his way out of the bowels of the boat.
"Dang...."
"Heh, filthy human scum. hmph Misbegotten elves! Dey're all da same!" He cursed silently to himself. It was good releasing some excess anger. He scoured the port for a boat that could take him off Sillia. He's made enough killing in this land and needed a new, fresh place.
"All aboard the SS. Diamond Sky! Fastest Boat to Mandalla! Where paradise welcome all!" An elven sailor announced. This caught Zul'saka's attention.
"Ha! Just mah luck!" He smirked.
He proceeded to the boat-the overly decorated, eye-sore of a boat. "Excuse me sir, but You're not allowed on this boat. Aristocrats only." The elf glared. Zul'saka gritted his teeth in anger. "What das dis elvish fool tink he is? Huh?!". He sneered at the young elf until he stuffed a handful of money in the elf's pockets. That was about all the money he's collected during his stay in Sillia.
"Oh, my mistake sir, Welcome aboard the SS Diamond sky!" The elf smiled. Zul'saka was moments away from decapitating the elf on the spot, but proceeded to the bow.
He looked into the distance and saw storm clouds gathering. "I hope dese damn elves know how tu steer da boat" He said.
After sometime the boat set sailed from Sillia's ports and into the open ocean. Zul'saka stood at the boat's bow admiring the sight of the glimmering waters, but it wasn't long until he saw the dark skies loomed overhead. Some hours later the boat was rocked with gales and torrents.
"Captain! The boat's leaking!" A fearful crew member cried. "What?! We just got the "Diamond" fixed up!" The captain stormed to the boat's lower levels.
"Bah! Stinkin' elves! Dey can't even build a propuh boat!"
"We're going to have to turn around and make an emergency stop at Cartise lads! We're far from Mandalla still!" The Captain said as he made his way out of the bowels of the boat.
"Dang...."
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by Skallagrim on Mon Jan 28, 2008 9:33 pm
Lars slept fitfully. His dreams filled with winged creatures, dark and destructive. Everywhere he looked he found himself surrounded by a surging tide of fear. His faith challenged by the crawling demons of the vile pits, taunting him, chiding him for his failures as a knight, as a believer. Lars found himself face to face with seven resplendent knights astride mighty chargers. Their armor glowed and shimmered in the swirling ethereal mists that surrounded them.
Lars looked down at his own tattered armor, the sheen chipped away by years of combat. His hooded tunic worn, ragged and faded from years of constant wear. His once great steed, as tired as the knight who sat perched atop him. Lars faced the seven gleaming knights across a great wide field, the winds caressed the favors hung on the lances and spears that rested lightly couched in the arms of their bearers.
Lars peered through his great helm, blackened by the years, stained with blood from countless battles. Dented and imperfect, like the man who wore it. Hefting his simple shield and leveling his long spear at the seven who stood before him, Lars trotted lightly towards them. The seven knights returned the gesture and began their ride. The distance slowly eaten up, the mounts increasing their speeds until both Lars and the seven were at a full gallop.
The rush of the wind through the slits in his great helm whistled a screech not unlike the fabled banshees. The thudding of the heavy hooves impacting the earth, jarring Lars teeth, rattling his bones. The looming knights closing, their lances and spears pointed at Lars. Their voices ringing in his head "You are naught but a shadow of our glory. You are naught but a pale imitation of we."
As they collided together Lars woke in a sweat, his voice echoing as he cried out "By strength of my steel I am your equal! I AM YOUR EQUAL!"
Those in the tavern stopped. The normal sounds of jovial conversation and laughter had slowed and stopped as the thrashing of the knight in the common room became louder, until his cries filled the silence.
Lars sat up, his eyes wide as he looked about. His face flush as he ran a hand across his face. He was drenched with sweat. Looking from the gloom of his sleeping corner he watched those in the tavern. Some held concern, others contempt, yet others still prayed silently as they watched him.
A weak smiled crossed Lars' lips as he nodded and curled up in his tunic and tried to return to sleep.
"Goddess, I pray just this night...let me slumber in your embrace, free of the dreams that plague me."
Lars looked down at his own tattered armor, the sheen chipped away by years of combat. His hooded tunic worn, ragged and faded from years of constant wear. His once great steed, as tired as the knight who sat perched atop him. Lars faced the seven gleaming knights across a great wide field, the winds caressed the favors hung on the lances and spears that rested lightly couched in the arms of their bearers.
Lars peered through his great helm, blackened by the years, stained with blood from countless battles. Dented and imperfect, like the man who wore it. Hefting his simple shield and leveling his long spear at the seven who stood before him, Lars trotted lightly towards them. The seven knights returned the gesture and began their ride. The distance slowly eaten up, the mounts increasing their speeds until both Lars and the seven were at a full gallop.
The rush of the wind through the slits in his great helm whistled a screech not unlike the fabled banshees. The thudding of the heavy hooves impacting the earth, jarring Lars teeth, rattling his bones. The looming knights closing, their lances and spears pointed at Lars. Their voices ringing in his head "You are naught but a shadow of our glory. You are naught but a pale imitation of we."
As they collided together Lars woke in a sweat, his voice echoing as he cried out "By strength of my steel I am your equal! I AM YOUR EQUAL!"
Those in the tavern stopped. The normal sounds of jovial conversation and laughter had slowed and stopped as the thrashing of the knight in the common room became louder, until his cries filled the silence.
Lars sat up, his eyes wide as he looked about. His face flush as he ran a hand across his face. He was drenched with sweat. Looking from the gloom of his sleeping corner he watched those in the tavern. Some held concern, others contempt, yet others still prayed silently as they watched him.
A weak smiled crossed Lars' lips as he nodded and curled up in his tunic and tried to return to sleep.
"Goddess, I pray just this night...let me slumber in your embrace, free of the dreams that plague me."
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by Jadeling Hawkins on Mon Jan 28, 2008 9:48 pm
Jade had folded her arms, and was preparing to tell 'Mar' that he could inquire as to her name all he liked...when Gwen stated it loud and clear. There was a pause, and Jade lifted one hand to pinch the hidden root of her nose.
"I suppose my Sena has a point," She muttered. 'Sena,' of course, was merely a Dracon word for a close female student. "Come, if I smell badly enough to interest one of my..." Her mouth curved into a wry smile, "...kin...I can only imagine what else it would attract."
She stepped back a bit, entreating them to the door with a sweep of her arm. "By all means, make yourselves homely and such. I'll be back in an Elfen heartbeat."
She did not bother to double check that her invitation had been accepted or acted upon. Hugging her cloak around herself (as the night had arrived with a certain level of chill, a thing the halfling had never been able to weather well), she swept back down the main area of the inn.
The patrons sat giving each other odd looks, as though they had just witnessed something disturbing indeed. The return of the odd cloaked shadow only caused for more wide-eyed whispers. Jade rolled her eyes. Such simple creatures, so easily perplexed and bothered. May the Siblings offer them some true excitement before they pass. Slipping around between the tables and servers, she managed to work her way to the common room of straw. There, drenched in his own skin moistening and attempting to curl away from the world of the awake, was the landless knight she had met.
She crouched down near his side, but out of reach. She paused, unsure what to say, then cleared her throat. "Sir knight.......O son of Grim.....oi, sleepyhead..." She lightly touched his shoulder (for experience had taught her that carelessly awakening a warrior could be detrimental to one's health). "...I hate to disrupt your slumber, landless chevalier, but I wonder if I might have a word."
"I suppose my Sena has a point," She muttered. 'Sena,' of course, was merely a Dracon word for a close female student. "Come, if I smell badly enough to interest one of my..." Her mouth curved into a wry smile, "...kin...I can only imagine what else it would attract."
She stepped back a bit, entreating them to the door with a sweep of her arm. "By all means, make yourselves homely and such. I'll be back in an Elfen heartbeat."
She did not bother to double check that her invitation had been accepted or acted upon. Hugging her cloak around herself (as the night had arrived with a certain level of chill, a thing the halfling had never been able to weather well), she swept back down the main area of the inn.
The patrons sat giving each other odd looks, as though they had just witnessed something disturbing indeed. The return of the odd cloaked shadow only caused for more wide-eyed whispers. Jade rolled her eyes. Such simple creatures, so easily perplexed and bothered. May the Siblings offer them some true excitement before they pass. Slipping around between the tables and servers, she managed to work her way to the common room of straw. There, drenched in his own skin moistening and attempting to curl away from the world of the awake, was the landless knight she had met.
She crouched down near his side, but out of reach. She paused, unsure what to say, then cleared her throat. "Sir knight.......O son of Grim.....oi, sleepyhead..." She lightly touched his shoulder (for experience had taught her that carelessly awakening a warrior could be detrimental to one's health). "...I hate to disrupt your slumber, landless chevalier, but I wonder if I might have a word."
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by Skallagrim on Mon Jan 28, 2008 10:09 pm
Lars started to drift back into his haunted sleep when he heard a voice, one that lilted on the wings of angels, calling as if from a deep well so far away...
"Sir knight.......O son of Grim.....oi, sleepyhead..."
Lars felt the gentle touch, his eyes still half closed as he reached a hand to that which touched him. His fingers lingered a moment...he mumbled a name...then
"...I hate to disrupt your slumber, landless chevalier, but I wonder if I might have a word."
Lars was instantly awake, his movement was smooth and quick as he rolled to half-seated position, his eyes focusing on the dark shrouded figure before him. A deep sigh escaped him as he glanced over Jade's shoulder, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword. Quickly realizing there were no immediate threats he sat up further and rubbed his eyes.
Turning his attention back on the shadowed female he spoke, his voice weary and lost "Yes lady Jade? I am yours to command, such is the oath I have undertaken to serve all of Myra's callings in whatever form they may appear."
"Sir knight.......O son of Grim.....oi, sleepyhead..."
Lars felt the gentle touch, his eyes still half closed as he reached a hand to that which touched him. His fingers lingered a moment...he mumbled a name...then
"...I hate to disrupt your slumber, landless chevalier, but I wonder if I might have a word."
Lars was instantly awake, his movement was smooth and quick as he rolled to half-seated position, his eyes focusing on the dark shrouded figure before him. A deep sigh escaped him as he glanced over Jade's shoulder, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword. Quickly realizing there were no immediate threats he sat up further and rubbed his eyes.
Turning his attention back on the shadowed female he spoke, his voice weary and lost "Yes lady Jade? I am yours to command, such is the oath I have undertaken to serve all of Myra's callings in whatever form they may appear."
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by Jadeling Hawkins on Mon Jan 28, 2008 11:06 pm
The bright green orbs changed position slightly...crinkling at the edges. She was smiling.
"I would not be so bold as to claim I've Myra's wishes on my tongue, but I do have something I believe you'd be interested in." She rose, holding out one surprisingly small hand to aid him to his feet. "As you stated before...it seems as though Fate and anything involved in it are in humorous moods at the moment. I..."
But she paused. It had just dawned on her that she was inviting the poor man upstairs, away from his obviously needed rest, to meet with a Dragoon that had sniffed her out, some creature that spoke without words, and, of course...her own unusual self. With an almost embarrassed cough, she withdrew her hand back into the folds of her cloak. After a rare moment of hesitation, the hand returned...this time with a rough piece of cloth.
"You'll catch cold, leaving your face like that in the night air," She stated, indicating his dream-sweated face as she handed the cloth over. "Forgive me for waking you.."
Feeling more than a bit awkward, she turned to work her way back towards the stairs. It seemed a tad hypocritical, growling at those who had awakened her only to rush down and pester the knight.
"I would not be so bold as to claim I've Myra's wishes on my tongue, but I do have something I believe you'd be interested in." She rose, holding out one surprisingly small hand to aid him to his feet. "As you stated before...it seems as though Fate and anything involved in it are in humorous moods at the moment. I..."
But she paused. It had just dawned on her that she was inviting the poor man upstairs, away from his obviously needed rest, to meet with a Dragoon that had sniffed her out, some creature that spoke without words, and, of course...her own unusual self. With an almost embarrassed cough, she withdrew her hand back into the folds of her cloak. After a rare moment of hesitation, the hand returned...this time with a rough piece of cloth.
"You'll catch cold, leaving your face like that in the night air," She stated, indicating his dream-sweated face as she handed the cloth over. "Forgive me for waking you.."
Feeling more than a bit awkward, she turned to work her way back towards the stairs. It seemed a tad hypocritical, growling at those who had awakened her only to rush down and pester the knight.
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by GreyFox on Mon Jan 28, 2008 11:14 pm
Zul'saka stormed out of the boat after it docked on Castice's docks. His tattered cloak was completely drenched, fortunately since his head was wrapped in multiple layers, his currently-tied down Mohawk was dry. He was glad for that.
He made his way to an inn and opened the door. As he walked inside water dripped from his cloak, onto the wooden floor. "Hello good sir! How can I help you?" The Barkeeper asked. Zul'saka ignored the bartender and surveyed the people and then turned his attention back to the barkeeper.
"A room" Zul'saka said bluntly. "Make your self at home, stranger. There's some vacant quarters upstairs"
He slowly made his way upstairs and passed a conversing duo. The girl seemed human, while the man was clearly Dragoon. He passed them, leaving a trail of water behind.
"By strength of my steel I am your equal! I AM YOUR EQUAL!"
He heard the cry nearby. Zul'saka was able to tell it was human-He's heard the scream of man many times. "Watch yo' self human". He entered a room and slammed the door shut, then took off the cloak, exposing his plate armor. He removed the cloth that wrapped around his sword, "Head-splitter", and rested it on a table. Finally he removed the layers of cloth wrapping around his head, his mohawk stood proudly on his head once the wrappings were off and then he eagerly took the wrappings off his tusks. Zul'saka stretched his whole body, cracked his knuckles and neck because after being in that tight posture for a couple days was really stiffening.
He gripped his two tusks firmly. "Ahh! mah beauties!" He exclaimed. Zul'saka exited the room, he needed something to eat. He passed the girl and dragoon once more before heading to the Inn's bar.
He made his way to an inn and opened the door. As he walked inside water dripped from his cloak, onto the wooden floor. "Hello good sir! How can I help you?" The Barkeeper asked. Zul'saka ignored the bartender and surveyed the people and then turned his attention back to the barkeeper.
"A room" Zul'saka said bluntly. "Make your self at home, stranger. There's some vacant quarters upstairs"
He slowly made his way upstairs and passed a conversing duo. The girl seemed human, while the man was clearly Dragoon. He passed them, leaving a trail of water behind.
"By strength of my steel I am your equal! I AM YOUR EQUAL!"
He heard the cry nearby. Zul'saka was able to tell it was human-He's heard the scream of man many times. "Watch yo' self human". He entered a room and slammed the door shut, then took off the cloak, exposing his plate armor. He removed the cloth that wrapped around his sword, "Head-splitter", and rested it on a table. Finally he removed the layers of cloth wrapping around his head, his mohawk stood proudly on his head once the wrappings were off and then he eagerly took the wrappings off his tusks. Zul'saka stretched his whole body, cracked his knuckles and neck because after being in that tight posture for a couple days was really stiffening.
He gripped his two tusks firmly. "Ahh! mah beauties!" He exclaimed. Zul'saka exited the room, he needed something to eat. He passed the girl and dragoon once more before heading to the Inn's bar.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Skallagrim on Mon Jan 28, 2008 11:39 pm
Lars reached for the proffered rag, wiping his face. He watched the lithe dark form walk away. A tightness in his throat constricted twice before he said "Pray wait Lady Jade..."
Lars stood and hastily grabbed his gear and and stepped swiftly after the lithe shadow whom somehow his destiny was tied.
"Forgive me, I did not act as I should have. You have come and asked for aid and in my weakness I almost failed in my oath." Lars stared at the shrouded form, a deep exhalation then he spoke again.
"I am your sword to command, your bulwark against whatever the fates have cast upon us both. As long as blood flows through my veins I shall uphold my oath and the tenets of my order. Though few and far between the Myrmidons of Myra still walk humbly through the lands offering the blessings of the Goddess where she directs us."
Lars knew the word would spread that a Myrmidon was in town, something he had hoped to avoid, but so strongly he felt that this shadow, this Jade, was his reason for being here he was willing to face whatever came. Even now he heard the whispers from those in the tavern, in the night the trailing sounds of retreating feet. A wistful smile graced his lips as he asked quietly.
"Will you have me as a companion lady?"
Lars stood and hastily grabbed his gear and and stepped swiftly after the lithe shadow whom somehow his destiny was tied.
"Forgive me, I did not act as I should have. You have come and asked for aid and in my weakness I almost failed in my oath." Lars stared at the shrouded form, a deep exhalation then he spoke again.
"I am your sword to command, your bulwark against whatever the fates have cast upon us both. As long as blood flows through my veins I shall uphold my oath and the tenets of my order. Though few and far between the Myrmidons of Myra still walk humbly through the lands offering the blessings of the Goddess where she directs us."
Lars knew the word would spread that a Myrmidon was in town, something he had hoped to avoid, but so strongly he felt that this shadow, this Jade, was his reason for being here he was willing to face whatever came. Even now he heard the whispers from those in the tavern, in the night the trailing sounds of retreating feet. A wistful smile graced his lips as he asked quietly.
"Will you have me as a companion lady?"
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Ketsueki Tenshu on Tue Jan 29, 2008 8:36 am
"Fine....Jade." Marion spoke quietly as she walked away. Looking at Gwen then the macabre form behind her, he took the invitation and made his way into the room. Placing his shadowed form in the corner, he looked at Gwen with piercing eyes through the doorway, A Drayla protecting one such as this individual is most unusual. And Jade...I am new to the prescence of a Drayla, but there is something more to this 'Jade'. Keeping his eyes on Gwen, Marion began to think about the cloaked dragon-kin before him only moments ago, then his thoughts brought him to something else, a man....a man sleeping in hay, covered in cold swet, accepting Jade's hand. Who is this? A human....Another human, nonetheless, there is going to be something interesting taking place soon, Marion thought, I can feel it.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Gwen on Tue Jan 29, 2008 10:24 am
Gwen watched as Jade went down the stairs. She thought back to Sir Lars and understood what Jade was doing. Gwen had been feeling it too. Even though she had only just met Mar and the knight, she felt as if they all had known each other for a long time. She had a feeling that they would get that chance soon enough.
Gwen walked into the room after Marion. She felt the dragoon's eyes pierce through her.
I wonder if he feels it too...
Gwen made her way to the cabinet in the small room and pulled out a loaf of bread and some cheese. "Is there anything I can offer you, Mar? Perhaps so-" Gwen stopped. A searing pain shot through her shoulder blades. For a moment she couldn't breath and everything became dizzy. Renmith jumped down from her shoulders onto the counter top. He bit her right hand, his fangs cutting deep into the skin. He let go and a strange blue symbol appeared on top of the wound. Immediately the pain was gone, and she could breath once again.
Gwen had forgotten that it was coming close to time for it to happen. The day's event's had distracted her from thinking about it.
But before she thought anymore on it she realized that Mar was still in the room, still watching her. Quickly, she gave Renmith a light slap, "Bad dog," then went to wrap up her hand. She hoped the dragoon had no idea of what just happened.
Gwen walked into the room after Marion. She felt the dragoon's eyes pierce through her.
I wonder if he feels it too...
Gwen made her way to the cabinet in the small room and pulled out a loaf of bread and some cheese. "Is there anything I can offer you, Mar? Perhaps so-" Gwen stopped. A searing pain shot through her shoulder blades. For a moment she couldn't breath and everything became dizzy. Renmith jumped down from her shoulders onto the counter top. He bit her right hand, his fangs cutting deep into the skin. He let go and a strange blue symbol appeared on top of the wound. Immediately the pain was gone, and she could breath once again.
Gwen had forgotten that it was coming close to time for it to happen. The day's event's had distracted her from thinking about it.
But before she thought anymore on it she realized that Mar was still in the room, still watching her. Quickly, she gave Renmith a light slap, "Bad dog," then went to wrap up her hand. She hoped the dragoon had no idea of what just happened.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Jadeling Hawkins on Tue Jan 29, 2008 10:41 am
Jade was silent at first. Lars spoke with a certain conviction that most men struggled to grasp. A refreshing change, to be sure. Still, she paused to think on his words. It wasn't so much that the knight's words were unusual or forward in approach...but the fact that they rang true that caused her to hesitate. It was rare that Fate was so straightforward with its inhabitants...but the familiarity of each of the odd players that had stumbled upon one another was astounding, really. Looking at the man who offered himself so willingly, she couldn't help but smile. Who am I to argue with Fate?
Turning to face him fully, she offered a deep, humble bow, holding the edges of her cloak out as though in replacement of a gown...perhaps just the slightest bit in jest. "Myrmidon, I accept your companionship, so long as you will accept mine. My blade is yours, along with my loyalty, and I am honored by your steadfastness to your oath."
More flowing and graceful than her general choice of words, but to the point, nonetheless. Rising from her bow, she nodded, large grin flashing in the dark. "Now, sir, if you're rested enough...I've just made a most interesting acquaintance. I do believe you'd find him...well, I'll let you make up your own jolly mind." Her grin flashed once more, and she turned again towards the stairs.
"I've quite the collection of oddities growing in my room," She commented as she led the way up, "And yet I don't recall paying extra for that feature. Truly a wondrous inn."
The innkeep simply grunted, continuing to wipe at a dirty glass. He assumed she was referring to mold.
Turning to face him fully, she offered a deep, humble bow, holding the edges of her cloak out as though in replacement of a gown...perhaps just the slightest bit in jest. "Myrmidon, I accept your companionship, so long as you will accept mine. My blade is yours, along with my loyalty, and I am honored by your steadfastness to your oath."
More flowing and graceful than her general choice of words, but to the point, nonetheless. Rising from her bow, she nodded, large grin flashing in the dark. "Now, sir, if you're rested enough...I've just made a most interesting acquaintance. I do believe you'd find him...well, I'll let you make up your own jolly mind." Her grin flashed once more, and she turned again towards the stairs.
"I've quite the collection of oddities growing in my room," She commented as she led the way up, "And yet I don't recall paying extra for that feature. Truly a wondrous inn."
The innkeep simply grunted, continuing to wipe at a dirty glass. He assumed she was referring to mold.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Skallagrim on Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:38 pm
Lars followed Jade up the stairs. His mind racing, clearly he were about to embark on a quest of some sort. Under his breath hoping that Jade had not precise hearing, he prayed.
"Goddess, I am your humble servant. My blade and blood shall honor your grace, for whomever knows of the grace of peace that reigns within the universe shall stamp on their own death, frustrate their evil incarnation, cut the knot of their ignorance, awaken with your grace and aid, and trample over dark powers."
Lars made the sign of Myra and stooped slightly as if genuflecting before an altar. Several people in the tavern who were watching the two make their way upstairs, saw Lars' actions. For many it was a curious paradox,a man of war, yet a follower of peace. The Myrmidons reputation preceded them, many thought them legend or fabrication of those who followed the Pax Myraic. Yet here, in there presence was a Myrmidon, a knight who acted unlike any they had seen or heard of before.
Lars sighed as he continued up the stairs, a serenity descended on him, his faith now evident as he radiated an aura of calm and tranquility. This was the right action, the Goddess was smiling upon her follower as he entered unto his destiny.
"Goddess, I am your humble servant. My blade and blood shall honor your grace, for whomever knows of the grace of peace that reigns within the universe shall stamp on their own death, frustrate their evil incarnation, cut the knot of their ignorance, awaken with your grace and aid, and trample over dark powers."
Lars made the sign of Myra and stooped slightly as if genuflecting before an altar. Several people in the tavern who were watching the two make their way upstairs, saw Lars' actions. For many it was a curious paradox,a man of war, yet a follower of peace. The Myrmidons reputation preceded them, many thought them legend or fabrication of those who followed the Pax Myraic. Yet here, in there presence was a Myrmidon, a knight who acted unlike any they had seen or heard of before.
Lars sighed as he continued up the stairs, a serenity descended on him, his faith now evident as he radiated an aura of calm and tranquility. This was the right action, the Goddess was smiling upon her follower as he entered unto his destiny.
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