He was still following?! Great, she picked the one guy in Ayia who could still run with an injured foot to steal from! Her luck couldn’t be that bad could it? She continued to make sharp turns down alleys and abandoned streets, but to no avail. Somehow he always managed to keep a few paces behind her. She’d just have to run longer, he’d get tired eventually. Problem was, so would she. She had to get out of here and loose him, this area wasn’t safe for anyone, much less a female thief with little more than a dagger to defend herself with.
Almost immediately after that thought occurred to her, she wished she hadn’t tempted fate. The next turn brought her almost to an abrupt halt. Sitting at the end of the alley were three men. They each were large, though only in frame as no one outside the palace was truly well fed. They didn’t resemble most of the starving populace though, showing they didn’t go too many night hungry. These were backstreet thugs, they extorted what they wanted from you, often would beat you, and took what they wanted, whatever that may be.
Instinctively, her eyes frantically searched for an exit, finding none. It was face one armed man, or three, so she went with her best odds. She quickly pivoted on her foot to run back the way she’d came, only to fling herself smack dab in the chest of the man she’d only moments ago been desperately trying to escape.
“Well now, what we got here? A little girly huh? Oh, what’s in the bag there sonny? You’ll be wanting to share than now won’t you?” One of the men leered, as the menacing group stood up and slowly approached. Lisa was still out of breath from the intense run she’d just been in, and her chest heaved as she tried to talk.
“*pant* We have to *pant* run now!” She managed to get out, trying to push out and around to run again.
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by Kohananinja on Tue Jun 30, 2009 7:45 pm
Life means rolling with the punches, and knowing when to throw a few of your own
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Lunar Eclipse on Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:09 pm
Also a little out of breath, Alexander glared down at the girl and grabbed her collar a second time as she tried to push him out of the way. After a couple deep breaths he groaned, “Wonderful.” As the group slowly began to draw nearer, emphasizing their confidence that whatever they did was futile, Alexander used a few precious seconds to collect himself. His foot still ached, but the worst he probably had was a large bruise. He could still run, for a bit longer anyway, and would worry about that later.
He transferred the sack from his free hand to the one that held the girl against her will. Reaching inside he smiled, “Of course, I’d be happy to oblige. Just please wait there, I’ll give you the entire sack. I want to make sure I can hand it over from a distance and not damage the goods.”
The men exchanged glances with each other. Usually they simply beat whatever they wanted out of their victims but… They shrugged and decided to give him a couple seconds, no need to exert unnecessary energy. After all, he seemed like a coward, and what could the scrawny lad possibly do to them? With his back turned to them and blocking a proper view of what he was doing, the men had failed to see him drag something out of the sack; a smaller cloth bag, tied with a thick cord that he wound around his arm, which took up about 1/3 the volume of the big potato sack. With all the strength he could muster, Alexander threw the promised item right into one of their faces with his free arm. There was a surprisingly heavy-sounding ‘thud’ upon impact.
“Keep up or I’m using you as a barricade.” Without waiting to hear an answer or even to check the damage he did, he turned around and immediately began running while unceremonially dragging the thief by the collar. He wasn’t a knight yet, and even if he was, most of them in Ayia didn’t follow the code of chivalry anyway. Lady or not, she was going to have to make herself useful or he was seriously going to throw her over to the three, two if he was lucky, men and escape on his own.
He did the best he could to retrace their steps from the chase before since those alleys had been quite empty. Taking any other route meant they could run into more thugs and become surrounded. As expected, he reached a point where he was unsure of their steps after just a few turns. Pausing at a fork, Alexander breathed out between harsh gasps, “Tired. No time. Which way… Did we come from?”
He transferred the sack from his free hand to the one that held the girl against her will. Reaching inside he smiled, “Of course, I’d be happy to oblige. Just please wait there, I’ll give you the entire sack. I want to make sure I can hand it over from a distance and not damage the goods.”
The men exchanged glances with each other. Usually they simply beat whatever they wanted out of their victims but… They shrugged and decided to give him a couple seconds, no need to exert unnecessary energy. After all, he seemed like a coward, and what could the scrawny lad possibly do to them? With his back turned to them and blocking a proper view of what he was doing, the men had failed to see him drag something out of the sack; a smaller cloth bag, tied with a thick cord that he wound around his arm, which took up about 1/3 the volume of the big potato sack. With all the strength he could muster, Alexander threw the promised item right into one of their faces with his free arm. There was a surprisingly heavy-sounding ‘thud’ upon impact.
“Keep up or I’m using you as a barricade.” Without waiting to hear an answer or even to check the damage he did, he turned around and immediately began running while unceremonially dragging the thief by the collar. He wasn’t a knight yet, and even if he was, most of them in Ayia didn’t follow the code of chivalry anyway. Lady or not, she was going to have to make herself useful or he was seriously going to throw her over to the three, two if he was lucky, men and escape on his own.
He did the best he could to retrace their steps from the chase before since those alleys had been quite empty. Taking any other route meant they could run into more thugs and become surrounded. As expected, he reached a point where he was unsure of their steps after just a few turns. Pausing at a fork, Alexander breathed out between harsh gasps, “Tired. No time. Which way… Did we come from?”
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by Kohananinja on Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:07 am
Lisa didn’t know what it was he’d thrown, and she had no intention of finding out. Running was their best option, but she didn’t appreciate being dragged around like a dog. In fact, it was down right annoying getting manhandled by this punk. There however, wasn’t anytime to correct that annoyance running for life and limp and all. She couldn’t help putting in a comment at his statement about her keeping up. Her? Oh this guy was in for a rude awakening. He might have some cushy place at the palace, but this is where she lived. Running for her life was nothing new to her.
“That’s my line bud.” She put in between hard breaths, keeping up so as to not be dragged. She did however grant one look back. Two, there was only two, and they had a fairly good lead on them. A few more sharp turns and some backtracking, and they could loose them easily. Then the dummy stopped, he stopped! Even worse, he had no clue where they were going! Then why was he leading the way!?! She growled internally, but there would be time to chew him out later.
“Back, so you can toss me to the closest guard? I don’t think so. Left!” Her growled, grabbing his collar roughly, just to piss him off a bit, and changed their direction, and started their run again. She made a quick turn down the next street to back track, and with three sharp turns later they’d officially lost them. The thugs had probably given up two streets ago, but she was being cautious.
“Ok, I think we lost them.” Lisa breathing hard, but wasn’t letting go of his collar until he let go of hers.
“That’s my line bud.” She put in between hard breaths, keeping up so as to not be dragged. She did however grant one look back. Two, there was only two, and they had a fairly good lead on them. A few more sharp turns and some backtracking, and they could loose them easily. Then the dummy stopped, he stopped! Even worse, he had no clue where they were going! Then why was he leading the way!?! She growled internally, but there would be time to chew him out later.
“Back, so you can toss me to the closest guard? I don’t think so. Left!” Her growled, grabbing his collar roughly, just to piss him off a bit, and changed their direction, and started their run again. She made a quick turn down the next street to back track, and with three sharp turns later they’d officially lost them. The thugs had probably given up two streets ago, but she was being cautious.
“Ok, I think we lost them.” Lisa breathing hard, but wasn’t letting go of his collar until he let go of hers.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Lunar Eclipse on Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:10 am
Amazing. Either the girl had an even bigger ego than he’d thought or… Well it didn’t really matter. It was a lot more convenient that she could still run on her own anyway, so he wasn’t about to complain. Although being having his collar dragged was very uncomfortable, more so because Alexander was taller than her and was forced to bend down a bit as he ran. ’… Right, making it more difficult for me to run is a brilliant way to lose the thugs.’
Obviously the gesture had been out of as a sort of revenge for what he was doing, but surely there would’ve been a better time to carry it out. In the end, however, she managed to lead them away from their pursuers so he decided to put up with the small handicap she’d imposed on him. Actually, it made sense that the tomboy got them out of trouble since she was the start of the whole thing anyway.
“Congratulations,” Alexander mumbled out in response. He didn’t speak again until his breath and pulse began to calm down. After making sure he still had the small cloth bag with him, he abruptly kicked the girl in the shin. He would’ve liked to crush her foot as she did his, but the movement would've taken longer to do and therefore had a bigger chance of missing. His fingers only tightening their grip on her collar he sighed, “Now hand over the money you took. You’ve seen how persistent I can get.”
Obviously the gesture had been out of as a sort of revenge for what he was doing, but surely there would’ve been a better time to carry it out. In the end, however, she managed to lead them away from their pursuers so he decided to put up with the small handicap she’d imposed on him. Actually, it made sense that the tomboy got them out of trouble since she was the start of the whole thing anyway.
“Congratulations,” Alexander mumbled out in response. He didn’t speak again until his breath and pulse began to calm down. After making sure he still had the small cloth bag with him, he abruptly kicked the girl in the shin. He would’ve liked to crush her foot as she did his, but the movement would've taken longer to do and therefore had a bigger chance of missing. His fingers only tightening their grip on her collar he sighed, “Now hand over the money you took. You’ve seen how persistent I can get.”
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by Kohananinja on Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:54 am
Lisa was suddenly taken off guard when a sharp pain erupted from her shin. That jerk had actually kicked her after getting them away from a likely gruesome death1 Fine he wanted to play this game, she was more than accustomed to getting out of tough spots. His grip tightened on her shirt collar to the point it was almost painful, and demanded the money back. Not a chance, too many people depended on her for this money. He could just deal with a little inconvenience. What was he going to do with it, buy a sword? She had to buy food, medicine, and blankets for nine and make it last who knew how long.
“And you’ve seen how violent I can be.” Lisa growled, bringing her nee up to slam into his groin. One of the advantages of such close proximity was easy kneeing rang. It was a cheap shot she knew, but she didn’t exactly have time for morals in this situation. Wasting no time, she yanked herself free of his grip and took off again towards home.
“And you’ve seen how violent I can be.” Lisa growled, bringing her nee up to slam into his groin. One of the advantages of such close proximity was easy kneeing rang. It was a cheap shot she knew, but she didn’t exactly have time for morals in this situation. Wasting no time, she yanked herself free of his grip and took off again towards home.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Lunar Eclipse on Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:28 am
In too much pain to really speak, Alexander sank to the ground using the last bit of his will to stay still until the pain passed. It was already embarrassing enough that she managed to hit him where it really mattered, he didn’t want to hobble around like an idiot to top it off. There was no way he could go after her now. Being glared at for talking with Jazz, getting robbed from a tomboy, he really had nothing but trouble with the opposite gender that day. With a dramatic sigh he made a mental note not to carry anything worth stealing at all, this one experience had been more than enough.
Even after most of the pain subsided, his steps were heavy as he walked back home. Thankfully, the week’s provisions were still safe and sound but after taking so long to get home and losing his money… “Ahh, I’m really going to get it now.” He mumbled aloud.
As quietly as he sneaked in through the front door, a voice immediately told him, “You’re late.”
“Sorry mom.” Alexander mumbled as he turned to face the woman scowling at him from the end of the room. She was a lot shorter than he was but the young man would've sworn she was glaring down at him, not up. His parents still had that effect on him, no matter how old he got. “Is dad in?”
Without batting an eyelash she replied, “Yes. He’ll probably check with you in the morning. I've left some soup from dinner in the kitchen, you can help yourself before you go to bed.” He waited in dread for her to ask what happened, but after a while it became obvious that his mother had nothing more to say out loud.
He sighed. After all that running he was certainly hungry but... “I'll eat it later, I'm too tired. Anyway, here’s the week’s goods. I think a lot of the stuff got damaged on the way here though, sorry.” Leaving the cloth bag on the table, Alexander murmured a quick good night and went up to his room. He definitely wasn’t going to sleep very well tonight.
Even after most of the pain subsided, his steps were heavy as he walked back home. Thankfully, the week’s provisions were still safe and sound but after taking so long to get home and losing his money… “Ahh, I’m really going to get it now.” He mumbled aloud.
As quietly as he sneaked in through the front door, a voice immediately told him, “You’re late.”
“Sorry mom.” Alexander mumbled as he turned to face the woman scowling at him from the end of the room. She was a lot shorter than he was but the young man would've sworn she was glaring down at him, not up. His parents still had that effect on him, no matter how old he got. “Is dad in?”
Without batting an eyelash she replied, “Yes. He’ll probably check with you in the morning. I've left some soup from dinner in the kitchen, you can help yourself before you go to bed.” He waited in dread for her to ask what happened, but after a while it became obvious that his mother had nothing more to say out loud.
He sighed. After all that running he was certainly hungry but... “I'll eat it later, I'm too tired. Anyway, here’s the week’s goods. I think a lot of the stuff got damaged on the way here though, sorry.” Leaving the cloth bag on the table, Alexander murmured a quick good night and went up to his room. He definitely wasn’t going to sleep very well tonight.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Saken on Thu Jul 02, 2009 2:32 am
Shane smiled at his sister, holding his arm out besides him and towards him. “Lets go.” He said, his tone inflicting authority- she would dare not say no to him, or not take his arm. Green eyes slid over her, his face turning a bit darker as if with a blush, but he shook it off and glared at one of the guards, stepping forward slightly.
The aroma of freshly cooked food waifed to his nose and his stomach let out a rather loud growl which resulted in a loud laugh from the man, head tilting backwards slightly as he let the loud sound ring from him. Guards stared at him – wondering why he was laughing, of course, but he couldn't explain it himself. Perhaps it was the joy of having his sister take his arm, as she would do he was certain, and head towards food. It made him feel as if they were married and he loved that thought.
It was simple enough. His sister was his and, though it may be frowned upon, he would one day have her for himself. Forever. And anyone who dared get in his way was going to die, as simple as that. With a smile not betraying his dark thoughts, he quited his laughter and awaited the touch of his sister, the weight of her arm atop his.
The aroma of freshly cooked food waifed to his nose and his stomach let out a rather loud growl which resulted in a loud laugh from the man, head tilting backwards slightly as he let the loud sound ring from him. Guards stared at him – wondering why he was laughing, of course, but he couldn't explain it himself. Perhaps it was the joy of having his sister take his arm, as she would do he was certain, and head towards food. It made him feel as if they were married and he loved that thought.
It was simple enough. His sister was his and, though it may be frowned upon, he would one day have her for himself. Forever. And anyone who dared get in his way was going to die, as simple as that. With a smile not betraying his dark thoughts, he quited his laughter and awaited the touch of his sister, the weight of her arm atop his.
I will not give up for one night,.. what I don't want for an eternity.
Do you want to know,
What you did to me?
What you did to me?
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Mr Hyde on Thu Jul 02, 2009 10:15 am
Shaking his head with a thin smile a lone figure slowly wound his way through back-alleys and underpasses. He’d followed the pair from a healthy distance for the majority of their little….show. The young pickpocket he’d seen around before, and the same with the young man. Always looking out for the little guy, or gal, especially when they sought to subvert a man of the king Demetrius had kept an eye on the pair until he was sure the girl was home free. Once the man had begun to slowly crawl off with what was left of his pride Demetrius had set out for shelter; night was approaching. Avoiding the usual gangs and thugs on his was Demetrius soon reached his destination; a rough looking tavern by the name of the Jolly Roger.
Signaling to an unseen sentry with a slight flick of his wrist Demetrius briskly crossed the open street into the cheerfully lit bar. The Jolly Roger, a well maintained little establishment that never caused trouble, was never overly rowdy, paid its taxes, paid its bribes, and was the preferred meeting place of about a third of everyone that wished to see the tyrant rule run into the ground. His eyes quickly darting across a number of a familiar faces, and a few new ones, Demetrius headed to the main bar, nodding respectively to the barkeeper. With a keg belly and a jolly disposition Samuel seemed like the perfect sort to run a bar, and he was, but it was his other side that led him to watch over this particular bar. Instilled with a seething hatred of all things related to his tyrant king Samuel was a powerful player in the game of information, lending his services to gangsters, rebels, anyone and everyone that would defy the king. Beneath his jolly form and bright red cheeks lay a cold, calculating mind and a body capable of feats of great strength. He had been one of the first Demetrius had been introduced to upon his entrance into Ayia. Smiling warmly Demetrius sat down and latched hands with his brother in arms.
“How fares the city today my friend?”
“Bah, well enough I suppose. Little things here and there, nothing much you’d care for. A friend of mine over the line claims the King’s a stirring, rounding up the Knights for another go.”
“The Knights? Poor guy’s still hunting for his daughter.”
“Same old same old true, but rumor has it the King’s especially edgy lately, like he’s got something in mind. The power’s a turning these days, others seek her now, being the heir to thrown and all. If she’s to be found it may very well be now.”
His brow furrowing in deep thought Demetrius tapped on the bar table absentmindedly before rising to his feet.
“Thank you Samuel, say hi to the wife for me.”
Amidst his old friend’s delirious laughter Demetrius briskly headed across the room to an inconspicuous cleaning closet, ducking in slightly due to its low roof. Dropping to one knee Demetrius’s weathered hands sought out the familiar board, his fist beating on it lightly, knocking four times, waiting, then a fifth knock. After a slight delay and the sound of mechanical gears churning a chunk of the floor fell through, forming a ramp leading into an earthen tunnel.
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“Hellscream”
Smiling lightly Demetrius descended into the darkness.
“Good evening Missy, how you doing?”
Returning the smile “Missy” lowered her crossbow. Often called Samuel’s “wife” she was the co-operator of the bar, and one of the few who could be said to match his hatred for their king. The pair of them along with a number of other odd personalities ran the tavern, along with the small sleeping quarters and armory hidden beneath it. Taking off his light leather gear Demetrius hopped up to his bunk and dug in to sleep, the events of the day turning through his head.
Signaling to an unseen sentry with a slight flick of his wrist Demetrius briskly crossed the open street into the cheerfully lit bar. The Jolly Roger, a well maintained little establishment that never caused trouble, was never overly rowdy, paid its taxes, paid its bribes, and was the preferred meeting place of about a third of everyone that wished to see the tyrant rule run into the ground. His eyes quickly darting across a number of a familiar faces, and a few new ones, Demetrius headed to the main bar, nodding respectively to the barkeeper. With a keg belly and a jolly disposition Samuel seemed like the perfect sort to run a bar, and he was, but it was his other side that led him to watch over this particular bar. Instilled with a seething hatred of all things related to his tyrant king Samuel was a powerful player in the game of information, lending his services to gangsters, rebels, anyone and everyone that would defy the king. Beneath his jolly form and bright red cheeks lay a cold, calculating mind and a body capable of feats of great strength. He had been one of the first Demetrius had been introduced to upon his entrance into Ayia. Smiling warmly Demetrius sat down and latched hands with his brother in arms.
“How fares the city today my friend?”
“Bah, well enough I suppose. Little things here and there, nothing much you’d care for. A friend of mine over the line claims the King’s a stirring, rounding up the Knights for another go.”
“The Knights? Poor guy’s still hunting for his daughter.”
“Same old same old true, but rumor has it the King’s especially edgy lately, like he’s got something in mind. The power’s a turning these days, others seek her now, being the heir to thrown and all. If she’s to be found it may very well be now.”
His brow furrowing in deep thought Demetrius tapped on the bar table absentmindedly before rising to his feet.
“Thank you Samuel, say hi to the wife for me.”
Amidst his old friend’s delirious laughter Demetrius briskly headed across the room to an inconspicuous cleaning closet, ducking in slightly due to its low roof. Dropping to one knee Demetrius’s weathered hands sought out the familiar board, his fist beating on it lightly, knocking four times, waiting, then a fifth knock. After a slight delay and the sound of mechanical gears churning a chunk of the floor fell through, forming a ramp leading into an earthen tunnel.
“Angel”
“Hellscream”
Smiling lightly Demetrius descended into the darkness.
“Good evening Missy, how you doing?”
Returning the smile “Missy” lowered her crossbow. Often called Samuel’s “wife” she was the co-operator of the bar, and one of the few who could be said to match his hatred for their king. The pair of them along with a number of other odd personalities ran the tavern, along with the small sleeping quarters and armory hidden beneath it. Taking off his light leather gear Demetrius hopped up to his bunk and dug in to sleep, the events of the day turning through his head.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Irish Wolf on Thu Jul 02, 2009 4:11 pm
Avark burst into laughter, great booming sounds that echoed through out the chamber, as he brought his great axe up to rest on his shoulder. The big man's broad face split into a vast toothy smile, with his bristly black beard making his teeth blaze with a whiteness to rival freshly fallen snow. It took the knight several minutes to finish but even as the last echos died away, that big smile remained.
"Blast" he said jovially, "And I was lookin forward ta washin all them village girls. Very well my king, we shall travel to the capital of Ayia and take a good look at the princess. I can't speak for the rest of the young puppies ye're askin ta do this thing for you but I remember her as a babe, when I was just ta be knighted. Ta sparkle in her eyes, I remember that. I'll know ye're daughter when I see her, by them eyes alone. I just have three requests for ye. If we be true in findin and gettin ye're daughter back, I ask that ye have baths ready for us upon our return ta wash the filth of Ayia from our bones, a few crack companies of pike and bow ta meet us on the border in case of pursuit and ta after all is done, and that ye aid me in a personal quest of mine. Ta last is a small matter and I think somethin that will have ta be put off for a few years or more once our quest be done."
"Blast" he said jovially, "And I was lookin forward ta washin all them village girls. Very well my king, we shall travel to the capital of Ayia and take a good look at the princess. I can't speak for the rest of the young puppies ye're askin ta do this thing for you but I remember her as a babe, when I was just ta be knighted. Ta sparkle in her eyes, I remember that. I'll know ye're daughter when I see her, by them eyes alone. I just have three requests for ye. If we be true in findin and gettin ye're daughter back, I ask that ye have baths ready for us upon our return ta wash the filth of Ayia from our bones, a few crack companies of pike and bow ta meet us on the border in case of pursuit and ta after all is done, and that ye aid me in a personal quest of mine. Ta last is a small matter and I think somethin that will have ta be put off for a few years or more once our quest be done."
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Kohananinja on Thu Jul 02, 2009 7:31 pm
Lisa didn’t stop running until the stable was in sight. She hadn’t heard the sound of feet behind her since she’d made her final escape, but she wasn’t taking any chances. Finally taking the time to look back, she couldn’t help grinning slightly in relief at finding no pursuers. A good and desperately needed profit today, but boy she was tired. The sweat from all that running only added to the grim on her already dirty skin she noticed bitterly. Perhaps she’d be able to find enough extra water to wash up a bit soon. If she did well enough, she could afford a bath of sorts every couple of weeks, but with Marissa being so sick lately, any and all extra money went to funds to buy her some medicine. With this little addition, she should be able to buy some and hopefully have some left over for a bath.
Walking into the stable, she was greeted by the sight of Marcus stirring a pot of some kind of makeshift stew. Smelt like meat. She defiantly perked up at that. It was extremely rare any of them could get their hands on any kind of meat with how coveted it was here. Maybe one of the kids had managed to swipe a turkey leg from a drunken guard. She’d almost managed it herself when she was still on her own, but she’d been beaten within an inch of her life for it before she’d even taken a bite. Food was just that competitive out there.
“Welcome back. What took you so long today?” Marcus asked, not bothering to look up from the stew he was currently tending.
“Don’t ask.” Lisa said sighing slightly at the memory of being manhandled by that oddly persistent jerk. One of the annoying drawbacks at being short she supposed, was the fact it didn’t take a lot to get dragged around. It’s why she’d learned to just be quicker. “How’s Marissa?” She asked looking over at the little brunette girl no more than seven or so who was curled up in a pile of blankets.
“She’s not coughing as much, but that’s not necessarily a good thing. It might just be her body’s too weak to exert the effort.” Marcus replied, glancing over at the child. He was really starting to worry about her.
“Give her my blankets tonight, it looks like it’s going to get cold.” Lisa said sombrely. Marcus was the only one of them that had an education, was even teaching some of them how to read, so she generally took his word on things.
“I’m taking her to the doctor tomorrow, and maybe get us both a bath. It can’t hurt to get her cleaned up a bit.” Lisa said combing over to sit by the fire, and tossed him the two potatoes she’d gotten today to add to the stew.
“You have the money for this?” Marcus asked, eyebrow raised slightly.
“I do now.” Lisa said grinning while holding up the money pouch she’d gotten today and jingling it a bit just to show how much was in there. That with their additional medicine fund would be more than enough to pay a doctor. Marcus smiled a bit at that. Lisa was nothing if not resourceful.
Walking into the stable, she was greeted by the sight of Marcus stirring a pot of some kind of makeshift stew. Smelt like meat. She defiantly perked up at that. It was extremely rare any of them could get their hands on any kind of meat with how coveted it was here. Maybe one of the kids had managed to swipe a turkey leg from a drunken guard. She’d almost managed it herself when she was still on her own, but she’d been beaten within an inch of her life for it before she’d even taken a bite. Food was just that competitive out there.
“Welcome back. What took you so long today?” Marcus asked, not bothering to look up from the stew he was currently tending.
“Don’t ask.” Lisa said sighing slightly at the memory of being manhandled by that oddly persistent jerk. One of the annoying drawbacks at being short she supposed, was the fact it didn’t take a lot to get dragged around. It’s why she’d learned to just be quicker. “How’s Marissa?” She asked looking over at the little brunette girl no more than seven or so who was curled up in a pile of blankets.
“She’s not coughing as much, but that’s not necessarily a good thing. It might just be her body’s too weak to exert the effort.” Marcus replied, glancing over at the child. He was really starting to worry about her.
“Give her my blankets tonight, it looks like it’s going to get cold.” Lisa said sombrely. Marcus was the only one of them that had an education, was even teaching some of them how to read, so she generally took his word on things.
“I’m taking her to the doctor tomorrow, and maybe get us both a bath. It can’t hurt to get her cleaned up a bit.” Lisa said combing over to sit by the fire, and tossed him the two potatoes she’d gotten today to add to the stew.
“You have the money for this?” Marcus asked, eyebrow raised slightly.
“I do now.” Lisa said grinning while holding up the money pouch she’d gotten today and jingling it a bit just to show how much was in there. That with their additional medicine fund would be more than enough to pay a doctor. Marcus smiled a bit at that. Lisa was nothing if not resourceful.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by CriminalMinds on Fri Jul 03, 2009 5:08 am
Ilena
The King nodded thankful to everyone, as they all wanted to complete this mission for him. He was so desperate to complete it. After answering Sir Advark, he took on Lady Schön's question.
"My lord, I am not contradicting your orders and plans. But you do know the implications of such rumors. The possibility of this princess of Ayia as our own heir to the land of Ilena would cause a great war between the kingdoms. Or, it could cause a rift between the relationship of Ayia and Ilena whether the gossip is true or not. If such things happen, I ask that we prepare for any eventualities. However, we knights would not fail to know the truth."
It was a reasonable question. It would cause a rift, but in his opinion Ayia and Ilena didn't have a good relationship to start with, so nothing would be ruined there. Finally he collected an answer. "This is why I don't want accusations thrown around, or anyone to know what you're doing there. For now, just say you are travelling to all Kingdoms to keep up good relations. Only the agents there will know what you are truly there for."
"Before I excuse myself to prepare for the travel, My king would you stop the search if we ever fail?"
"I won't be giving up this search until I am dead. My daughter is out there somewhere, dead or alive. Someone knows something and she must be found, and brought back here where she can rightfully have what is her's. She belongs here." He told them all firmly, just as Sir Roark suddenly entered the room with a younger lad next to him. "Sir Roark, glad you were back so fast." The King replied, before quickly filling him in on what he had missed.
The King's attention turned back to Sir Advark again when he continued on about his daughter, smiling at the memory of when he last saw his daughter, and what Advark described. He was a little shocked at the three requests, but it was understandable that the King would be in debt to these Knights, should they find his daughter.
"I just have three requests for ye. If we be true in findin and gettin ye're daughter back, I ask that ye have baths ready for us upon our return ta wash the filth of Ayia from our bones, a few crack companies of pike and bow ta meet us on the border in case of pursuit and ta after all is done, and that ye aid me in a personal quest of mine. Ta last is a small matter and I think somethin that will have ta be put off for a few years or more once our quest be done."
"What is this personal quest then?" The King asked, nodding at the previous two but his curiousity peaked for the last, personal one. He also announce this time they were completely done with all the announcements and that all the Knights could leave now, and wouldn't be called back for more. Anything else the King had to say, could wait until morning, when he met them at the stables.
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Once all matters were sorted in regards to the Palace and also the Knights, the King headed to his chambers to sleep. It would be an early morning to see his Knights off, but one he would see. Then, it would be a waiting game after that, a waiting game to see if there was anything about his daughter down in Ayia.
Ayia
Jazz waved by to Alexander as he left. "I'll see you tomorrow then." She stated to him before hearing Shane telling her to go. Seeing his arm out, she took it, though laughed a little at his tone. "I'm going, Shane, I'm going." She smiled, starting to walk with him. She thought it was just him been protective again, too protective in her opinion and she'd picked up on it. She didn't mind too much though, his protectiveness was harmless - or so she thought.
"So Shane, how has your day been?" She started as they made their way to the dinner hall. "I was watching you and Alexander battle - well, practise earlier, and I must say that he is improving. Maybe it is time to put him against someone also wanting to become a Knight, so they can have a go at each other and see how he is truly doing. We all know that him fighting you can't show his true strength." She explained.
The food smelt gorgeous once they had reached the dinner all and it looked really good to. Jazz now felt her own stomach growl in hunger as the smell drifted up her nostrils. Once they were at the table, Jazz greeted her father before letting go of Shane's arm so she could sit.
The dinner was pretty silent while everyone ate. It was after that the chatting started. Jazz asked the King how his day had gone, and he started complaining of all the little things that were wrong. Jazz soon got bored of hearing it and decided that she'd retreat to her bedroom.
"I'm going to go to sleep now father. I will see you and Shane in the morning. I hope you both have a good night sleep." She stated as she got up to leave.
The King nodded thankful to everyone, as they all wanted to complete this mission for him. He was so desperate to complete it. After answering Sir Advark, he took on Lady Schön's question.
"My lord, I am not contradicting your orders and plans. But you do know the implications of such rumors. The possibility of this princess of Ayia as our own heir to the land of Ilena would cause a great war between the kingdoms. Or, it could cause a rift between the relationship of Ayia and Ilena whether the gossip is true or not. If such things happen, I ask that we prepare for any eventualities. However, we knights would not fail to know the truth."
It was a reasonable question. It would cause a rift, but in his opinion Ayia and Ilena didn't have a good relationship to start with, so nothing would be ruined there. Finally he collected an answer. "This is why I don't want accusations thrown around, or anyone to know what you're doing there. For now, just say you are travelling to all Kingdoms to keep up good relations. Only the agents there will know what you are truly there for."
"Before I excuse myself to prepare for the travel, My king would you stop the search if we ever fail?"
"I won't be giving up this search until I am dead. My daughter is out there somewhere, dead or alive. Someone knows something and she must be found, and brought back here where she can rightfully have what is her's. She belongs here." He told them all firmly, just as Sir Roark suddenly entered the room with a younger lad next to him. "Sir Roark, glad you were back so fast." The King replied, before quickly filling him in on what he had missed.
The King's attention turned back to Sir Advark again when he continued on about his daughter, smiling at the memory of when he last saw his daughter, and what Advark described. He was a little shocked at the three requests, but it was understandable that the King would be in debt to these Knights, should they find his daughter.
"I just have three requests for ye. If we be true in findin and gettin ye're daughter back, I ask that ye have baths ready for us upon our return ta wash the filth of Ayia from our bones, a few crack companies of pike and bow ta meet us on the border in case of pursuit and ta after all is done, and that ye aid me in a personal quest of mine. Ta last is a small matter and I think somethin that will have ta be put off for a few years or more once our quest be done."
"What is this personal quest then?" The King asked, nodding at the previous two but his curiousity peaked for the last, personal one. He also announce this time they were completely done with all the announcements and that all the Knights could leave now, and wouldn't be called back for more. Anything else the King had to say, could wait until morning, when he met them at the stables.
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Once all matters were sorted in regards to the Palace and also the Knights, the King headed to his chambers to sleep. It would be an early morning to see his Knights off, but one he would see. Then, it would be a waiting game after that, a waiting game to see if there was anything about his daughter down in Ayia.
Ayia
Jazz waved by to Alexander as he left. "I'll see you tomorrow then." She stated to him before hearing Shane telling her to go. Seeing his arm out, she took it, though laughed a little at his tone. "I'm going, Shane, I'm going." She smiled, starting to walk with him. She thought it was just him been protective again, too protective in her opinion and she'd picked up on it. She didn't mind too much though, his protectiveness was harmless - or so she thought.
"So Shane, how has your day been?" She started as they made their way to the dinner hall. "I was watching you and Alexander battle - well, practise earlier, and I must say that he is improving. Maybe it is time to put him against someone also wanting to become a Knight, so they can have a go at each other and see how he is truly doing. We all know that him fighting you can't show his true strength." She explained.
The food smelt gorgeous once they had reached the dinner all and it looked really good to. Jazz now felt her own stomach growl in hunger as the smell drifted up her nostrils. Once they were at the table, Jazz greeted her father before letting go of Shane's arm so she could sit.
The dinner was pretty silent while everyone ate. It was after that the chatting started. Jazz asked the King how his day had gone, and he started complaining of all the little things that were wrong. Jazz soon got bored of hearing it and decided that she'd retreat to her bedroom.
"I'm going to go to sleep now father. I will see you and Shane in the morning. I hope you both have a good night sleep." She stated as she got up to leave.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Lady Ethereal on Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:27 am
All her questions were answered as she had expected from the king of Ilena. It was one of her proof that the person, she is serving is truly worthy for her loyalty and honor. Upon having all her answers from the inquiries she had spoken out, the lady knight decided to take her leave to prepare her luggage to be taken along to their journey to Ayia. However, when Sir Avark spoke of his three requests, it had triggered her inherent curiosity. The first two was acceptable in a way although, the last was for his own gain or maybe not.
A blame or criticism cannot be given to the knight who had a strange accent for it is his right to do so. Schön was about to finally leave but did not move any further, for she was startled at such an entrance that came from Sir Roark and another man with him. A conclusion that had entered her mind about the youth was the possibility of being a squire. There was no need for the elder knight to bring such a person to the throne room if he was a mere servant. Knowing it was not her place to think about anything about such an act, she had decided to stop further thoughts from expanding in her mind.
It may have surprised her, but no emotions can be seen on her eyes and facial expressions to prove the theory to be true. The Lady de Volkan was known for being calm and rather emotionless for most of the time. After another explanation to the older knight who had arrived from his town, it was right time to leave, as the benevolent king had already allowed it. Giving, a well-mannered bow as expected from such as herself, she spoke with mush respect and eloquence to bid her leave.
"My good king, I would take my leave now. I would do as your will and with no questions."
Schön left the audience chamber with such elegance and beauty in only one fluid movement as if it was natural to her. Walking along the hallways to return to her private quarters to prepare for the mission that they would be undertake when the dawn of the new day arrives. The Lady Knight entered her room and began to choose all the necessities needed for such a trip to Aiya. Useless things that she had deemed was not taken, knowing it would only serve as a hindrance in the long run. After the preparation, she took her time to think all over once again the quest that had been entrusted to them. She was the type to think things thoroughly.
A blame or criticism cannot be given to the knight who had a strange accent for it is his right to do so. Schön was about to finally leave but did not move any further, for she was startled at such an entrance that came from Sir Roark and another man with him. A conclusion that had entered her mind about the youth was the possibility of being a squire. There was no need for the elder knight to bring such a person to the throne room if he was a mere servant. Knowing it was not her place to think about anything about such an act, she had decided to stop further thoughts from expanding in her mind.
It may have surprised her, but no emotions can be seen on her eyes and facial expressions to prove the theory to be true. The Lady de Volkan was known for being calm and rather emotionless for most of the time. After another explanation to the older knight who had arrived from his town, it was right time to leave, as the benevolent king had already allowed it. Giving, a well-mannered bow as expected from such as herself, she spoke with mush respect and eloquence to bid her leave.
"My good king, I would take my leave now. I would do as your will and with no questions."
Schön left the audience chamber with such elegance and beauty in only one fluid movement as if it was natural to her. Walking along the hallways to return to her private quarters to prepare for the mission that they would be undertake when the dawn of the new day arrives. The Lady Knight entered her room and began to choose all the necessities needed for such a trip to Aiya. Useless things that she had deemed was not taken, knowing it would only serve as a hindrance in the long run. After the preparation, she took her time to think all over once again the quest that had been entrusted to them. She was the type to think things thoroughly.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Saken on Fri Jul 03, 2009 3:49 pm
Shane almost say red at Jazz's words, jealousy roaring through him. His body went tense, muscles pulling taunt while teeth ground against each other. Alexander. . . He was treading a dangerous path. His sister spoke -wanted perhaps, about Alexander. He wouldn't have it- no, not his sister. He would kill Alexander first.
The weight of his sisters arm, smooth skin against his own rough arm, twining around it. The simple touch - unknown to her how happy it made him, forced him to relax and release the tension that had sung through his body mere moments before. That was, it had until she began to talk. Then, her words, forced another wave of fury and anger over him, pulling his muscles taunt as he grimaced.
Alexander, Alexander, Alex-fuckin-ander! Pulling his arm from her own upon reaching the dining room, his stomach gave a hollow gurgle but his appetite was lost. Grabbing a chair roughly, her jerked it back to force it a crossed the stone ground with a loud sound. Cursing under his breath, green eyes growing hard as he glared at the table, brown strands falling to shield his face from view. Why must she -always- talk about HIM? Wasn't he good enough for her?
The parting words of his sister fell on deaf ears - he refused to listen because, if he heard Alexander one more time he knew, just knew, he would backhand his sister and then go out and stalk that heathen, kill him..wring his neck with his bare hands.
A grim smile twisted Shane's face into a horrible look, malice glowing in his eyes as he stalked to his bedchambers for the night. He would welcome, embrace his dreams tonight. Alexander's blood would ruin the court yard's smooth stone, in his dreams.
The weight of his sisters arm, smooth skin against his own rough arm, twining around it. The simple touch - unknown to her how happy it made him, forced him to relax and release the tension that had sung through his body mere moments before. That was, it had until she began to talk. Then, her words, forced another wave of fury and anger over him, pulling his muscles taunt as he grimaced.
Alexander, Alexander, Alex-fuckin-ander! Pulling his arm from her own upon reaching the dining room, his stomach gave a hollow gurgle but his appetite was lost. Grabbing a chair roughly, her jerked it back to force it a crossed the stone ground with a loud sound. Cursing under his breath, green eyes growing hard as he glared at the table, brown strands falling to shield his face from view. Why must she -always- talk about HIM? Wasn't he good enough for her?
The parting words of his sister fell on deaf ears - he refused to listen because, if he heard Alexander one more time he knew, just knew, he would backhand his sister and then go out and stalk that heathen, kill him..wring his neck with his bare hands.
A grim smile twisted Shane's face into a horrible look, malice glowing in his eyes as he stalked to his bedchambers for the night. He would welcome, embrace his dreams tonight. Alexander's blood would ruin the court yard's smooth stone, in his dreams.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by CriminalMinds on Sun Jul 05, 2009 9:37 am
Ilena
For the King, it was like de ja vu. This time of the year it always was. The night before the search started, he always had a restless night thinking about whether or not the search would be good this time. Each time, of course, it wasn't. The search always failed. Since he'd put the agents in Ayia though, and hearing the rumours of their princess not been theirs, he'd had high hopes. Maybe a little too high, as, after nineteen years of been missing, it was unlikely that she'd be found - according to most people.
So, when the sun started to rise, indicating a new morning, the King was already up and dressed. He looked like he hadn't slept, and that look portrayed truth, as he hadn't slept a wink. He'd spent the night imagining his best Knights bringing back his daughter, imagining what she looked like now, and how she acted. He had already made plans for a big celebration for her return, should she be found.
Once the sun was up, the King left his quarters and headed to the stable, ready to see the Knights off.
Ayia
Jasmine had slept really well that night, just like most nights. Not having dreamt of anything in particular, she woke up the next morning feeling generally happy. Again, that was usually the same each night. Getting up that morning, it was still early and she assumed not many people would be awake, especially her father.
Jasmine was glad that the maids weren't up yet. They were probably getting ready to start work, but she was glad that they weren't here yet. Though they were a great help, they were also a pain. Jazz liked independence. She liked to do her own thing and get herself washed and dressed. With maids, it was impossible to do something yourself, so on the occasions that Jazz woke before them, she was thoroughly grateful for it.
Once ready, Jazz headed down to the stables before breakfast, to see her stallion, Ki. Today looked like it was going to be another lovely day and Jazz hoped she'd find some time to go riding.
For the King, it was like de ja vu. This time of the year it always was. The night before the search started, he always had a restless night thinking about whether or not the search would be good this time. Each time, of course, it wasn't. The search always failed. Since he'd put the agents in Ayia though, and hearing the rumours of their princess not been theirs, he'd had high hopes. Maybe a little too high, as, after nineteen years of been missing, it was unlikely that she'd be found - according to most people.
So, when the sun started to rise, indicating a new morning, the King was already up and dressed. He looked like he hadn't slept, and that look portrayed truth, as he hadn't slept a wink. He'd spent the night imagining his best Knights bringing back his daughter, imagining what she looked like now, and how she acted. He had already made plans for a big celebration for her return, should she be found.
Once the sun was up, the King left his quarters and headed to the stable, ready to see the Knights off.
Ayia
Jasmine had slept really well that night, just like most nights. Not having dreamt of anything in particular, she woke up the next morning feeling generally happy. Again, that was usually the same each night. Getting up that morning, it was still early and she assumed not many people would be awake, especially her father.
Jasmine was glad that the maids weren't up yet. They were probably getting ready to start work, but she was glad that they weren't here yet. Though they were a great help, they were also a pain. Jazz liked independence. She liked to do her own thing and get herself washed and dressed. With maids, it was impossible to do something yourself, so on the occasions that Jazz woke before them, she was thoroughly grateful for it.
Once ready, Jazz headed down to the stables before breakfast, to see her stallion, Ki. Today looked like it was going to be another lovely day and Jazz hoped she'd find some time to go riding.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Irish Wolf on Sun Jul 05, 2009 10:23 am
Mornings had always found Avark to be awake long before the dawn, as it was the perfect time to light a few candles and spend an hour or more communing with his ancestors. Doing such left the big knight in a state of calm and peace, which would were off before long but a good way to start a day. That morning, his grandfather had been speaking with him, cryptically of course and brought prophecy from the halls of the dead. In this quest, would lie danger and greatness but he should beware the bold young man with smirking lips.
After his morning talk, he had traveled down to the stable, dressed in his customary green tunic, black trousers, leather boots and wearing his chain hauberk. The coif and helm were stuffed into a saddle bag, along with a few extra tunics. His sword lightly slapped against his left leg, as he saddled up the massive horse that was his mount. Jet black in color, the horse was close in appearance to a draft horse, standing at nearly sixteen hands tall and heavily muscled. The hooves were shod in iron shoes and nearly covered over with great, feathery fetlocks of the same black hair that covered the rest of the big stallion's body.
He looked over the stall door, as the king entered the stables and finished tightening the belts holding his saddle to the beast's back. Now one might wonder why a knight was tacking his own horse, when any old stableman or (if he had one) a squire could have done so? Well the answer was simple, the great big beast was vile tempered and refused any hand but that of his masters. When the big knight had first taken the horse, he tried letting the stablemen care for him but after having to pay three of them for hands crippled from the stallion biting them or crushed feet, he finally gave in and learned the art of caring for his horse.
"Good morrow my king" said Avark, stepping out from the stall and drawing a heavy envelope from his belt, which he offered the king. It contained the plans and other writings for the last request he had asked from the king. He wanted to return home, after nineteen years of service but if he did, the big man would have to be leading an army to take either a castle from his own brothers or from another lord. Both his brothers had written him lettered pledging support if he wanted to take a castle from one of their political enemies but tradition and law require he arrive with troops of his own.
Now the laughing knight did have enough money to pay for mercenaries to join him but the question was would he have enough to buy the supplies needed to feed his new subjects if the campaign prove to be a long one. taking nearly all of the growing season, with pitched battles churning fields into dust? That was the unknown. So if he could get a loan from the king, to be repaid within a few years, he would have enough to pay grain and other food stuffs if needed. This would of course be put on hold if war broke out between Ilena and Ayia, if their princess turned out to be the king's missing daughter, as the king would need all the coin, knights and soldiers he could get.
After his morning talk, he had traveled down to the stable, dressed in his customary green tunic, black trousers, leather boots and wearing his chain hauberk. The coif and helm were stuffed into a saddle bag, along with a few extra tunics. His sword lightly slapped against his left leg, as he saddled up the massive horse that was his mount. Jet black in color, the horse was close in appearance to a draft horse, standing at nearly sixteen hands tall and heavily muscled. The hooves were shod in iron shoes and nearly covered over with great, feathery fetlocks of the same black hair that covered the rest of the big stallion's body.
He looked over the stall door, as the king entered the stables and finished tightening the belts holding his saddle to the beast's back. Now one might wonder why a knight was tacking his own horse, when any old stableman or (if he had one) a squire could have done so? Well the answer was simple, the great big beast was vile tempered and refused any hand but that of his masters. When the big knight had first taken the horse, he tried letting the stablemen care for him but after having to pay three of them for hands crippled from the stallion biting them or crushed feet, he finally gave in and learned the art of caring for his horse.
"Good morrow my king" said Avark, stepping out from the stall and drawing a heavy envelope from his belt, which he offered the king. It contained the plans and other writings for the last request he had asked from the king. He wanted to return home, after nineteen years of service but if he did, the big man would have to be leading an army to take either a castle from his own brothers or from another lord. Both his brothers had written him lettered pledging support if he wanted to take a castle from one of their political enemies but tradition and law require he arrive with troops of his own.
Now the laughing knight did have enough money to pay for mercenaries to join him but the question was would he have enough to buy the supplies needed to feed his new subjects if the campaign prove to be a long one. taking nearly all of the growing season, with pitched battles churning fields into dust? That was the unknown. So if he could get a loan from the king, to be repaid within a few years, he would have enough to pay grain and other food stuffs if needed. This would of course be put on hold if war broke out between Ilena and Ayia, if their princess turned out to be the king's missing daughter, as the king would need all the coin, knights and soldiers he could get.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by ViceVersus on Sun Jul 05, 2009 5:43 pm
The first blush of dawn was a slight one. An unseasonably cold night left the horses stamping away their chill. Loot kept close to Roark as the Death Faced padded through the sprawling yard of the King's stables.
It hardly seemed possible that a man in such encompassing armor could move so quietly. Similarly, It hardly seemed possible that a youth with such long arms and legs could do the same, but the duo pulled it off with no small amount of skill. The moody morning light seemed to compliment Miles. The ungainly stride of his Squire, not so much.
No chatter escaped Loot's lips this morning. The youth would have rather poked a sleeping firebreather with a stick. A sleepless night spent tossing and turning, projecting the coming fortnights' prospects had toned down his buoyant demeanor. There was no going back once the gates of the Royal City slammed shut behind him. What awaited them at the end of their journey?
'Love, hope, victory, loss, defeat, romance, then death..." He thought as he took a deep calming breath, "But not necessarily in that order."
If Roark was as tired as his young charge, then he didn't show it. The ruggedly gaunt expression seemed always to bear weariness to some degree, be it physical tiredness tugging at the bones, or some other burden. Sir Miles Elrik Roark seemed to know where he was going. He had not stopped once to check himself in the maze of rank barns. Loot could only hope that this unerring sense of direction would hold up for this entire quest.
Loot's keen ears picked up low voices, and he knew they were near their destination. Roark stepped around a corner and they found Sir Avark the Laughing and the King together in one of the main stables.
Loot fell to one knee so fast he was sure he had broken something. If Roark bowed as well, or simply inclined his head in respectful greeting, he wasn't sure, "Well met, your highness."
He turned to the other Knight, and quickly muttered, "Well met, Sir Avark."
"It is a merry meet, child." The King would break the seal on the envelope later in the comfort of his own quarters probably with trembling fingers. For his mind was full of things that could go wrong on this most tedious quest, and also of the things that could go right. He tucked the envelope (which felt quite packed full of boons and mandates) into his robe, and turned back to the Laughing Knight.
"It is a done thing, Sir Avark, upon your return. You have my word in advance," The King's voice, even in these wee hours, was strained with his emotion, "Now...if only the others would show up."
Roark withdrew to the corner of the stable, arms folded across his chest. He did not catch the eye of the Laughing. Avark was more than ten years Roark's elder, and yet people spoke their names in the same breath. The shining eyes of the jovial knight, and the telling icy chips of the Death Faced. No two warriors could have been more different.
It hardly seemed possible that a man in such encompassing armor could move so quietly. Similarly, It hardly seemed possible that a youth with such long arms and legs could do the same, but the duo pulled it off with no small amount of skill. The moody morning light seemed to compliment Miles. The ungainly stride of his Squire, not so much.
No chatter escaped Loot's lips this morning. The youth would have rather poked a sleeping firebreather with a stick. A sleepless night spent tossing and turning, projecting the coming fortnights' prospects had toned down his buoyant demeanor. There was no going back once the gates of the Royal City slammed shut behind him. What awaited them at the end of their journey?
'Love, hope, victory, loss, defeat, romance, then death..." He thought as he took a deep calming breath, "But not necessarily in that order."
If Roark was as tired as his young charge, then he didn't show it. The ruggedly gaunt expression seemed always to bear weariness to some degree, be it physical tiredness tugging at the bones, or some other burden. Sir Miles Elrik Roark seemed to know where he was going. He had not stopped once to check himself in the maze of rank barns. Loot could only hope that this unerring sense of direction would hold up for this entire quest.
Loot's keen ears picked up low voices, and he knew they were near their destination. Roark stepped around a corner and they found Sir Avark the Laughing and the King together in one of the main stables.
Loot fell to one knee so fast he was sure he had broken something. If Roark bowed as well, or simply inclined his head in respectful greeting, he wasn't sure, "Well met, your highness."
He turned to the other Knight, and quickly muttered, "Well met, Sir Avark."
"It is a merry meet, child." The King would break the seal on the envelope later in the comfort of his own quarters probably with trembling fingers. For his mind was full of things that could go wrong on this most tedious quest, and also of the things that could go right. He tucked the envelope (which felt quite packed full of boons and mandates) into his robe, and turned back to the Laughing Knight.
"It is a done thing, Sir Avark, upon your return. You have my word in advance," The King's voice, even in these wee hours, was strained with his emotion, "Now...if only the others would show up."
Roark withdrew to the corner of the stable, arms folded across his chest. He did not catch the eye of the Laughing. Avark was more than ten years Roark's elder, and yet people spoke their names in the same breath. The shining eyes of the jovial knight, and the telling icy chips of the Death Faced. No two warriors could have been more different.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Kohananinja on Sun Jul 05, 2009 7:49 pm
Lisa set out early that morning with her money pouch safely hidden, and a sleepy little Marissa practically attached to her hip. It was refreshing to walk the streets while so empty and quiet, but her main motive was safety. Though the pouch of money she had was hidden on her well, if she came up against any trouble, she wasn’t going to be able to out run it and help Marissa keep up. It was simply safest to go in the early morning, whilst most were still asleep or just starting their day. It was quite fortunate the doctor they were going to see not only lived in his shop, but kept odd hours. Dr. Fergus was Ayian born, but had lived a good portion of his life in other strange countries. In the minds of many uneducated civilians of Ayia, they thought him a cookie old recluse who practiced magic and alchemy, by his strange practices in medicine and refusal to use such traditional methods such as bleeding and leaches. Lisa herself wasn’t sure if the rumors of magic were true, but she knew the alchemy was non-sense. His skill with foreign plants and material, strange as it was to her, was something Marcus had told her was called botany, quite recognized in more scholarly countries he assured. Dr. Fergus was also the cheapest in town, and friendliest in her mind. True he was a bit odd, but he’d always managed to heal them on the rare occasion one of them became too sick to simply suffer through.
When she reached the door of Dr. Fergus’ shop, Lisa rapped on the door, hopefully load enough to wake him if necessary. Not to her surprise, he arrived at the door mumbling grouchily a few moments later.
“Now is there really any need to pound on my door at this time of day? Honestly child, I’m old not deft.” Dr. Fergus said with mild annoyance in his dark brown eyes while his bushy white brows pulled together slightly.
“Just making sure you’re still alive old man.” Lisa said smiling lightly at the anomalous old doctor. It was at times quite entertaining to tease him, as he could be quite easily riled when provoked with the right prod so to speak.
“Ah, I see you’ve come to visit once again. I was hoping there would be a longer stretch this time. My home still smells from the last time you were here.” The good doctor prodded right back, know what got under Lisa’s skin as much as what got under his. In truth Lisa did smell that bad, no worse than anyone else in Ayia anyways, but it did annoy her to be called smelly. Ignoring the dig, Lisa entered with Marissa, and sat the child down in the chair.
“Yes well, very sorry to offend your nose, but your services are needed.” Lisa said, pointing to Marissa with her eyes, who almost sensing the subtle change of direction, broke out into a fit of coughs. Dr. Fergus’ demeanor soon became serious as he observed the child, and knelt by her side to examine her.
“Her throat is swollen, and she’s having difficulty with those coughs. That probably speaks for a deeper infection in her chest.” He said feeling her throat lightly, before getting up and walking to a cabinet filled with plants and a mortar and pestle. Rummaging through, he pulled out several green plants and mashed then up in his mortar into a paste. He then rejoined them, and retaking his knelt position, smoothed some of the past on her neck and upper chest.
“This should help for now. Spread this on her upper chest each night, it will help her cough easier without warring out her energy. The infection will pass eventually on it’s own, but it will drain her. The best thing for her would be more food, but realistically the best I can tell you is to keep her warm and out of the wind.” Dr. Fergus stated, before putting the rest of the paste into a jar and handing it to Lisa.
“Thanks. How much do I own you?” Lisa asked, as Marissa got up from the chair and once again attached herself to Lisa’s side. In the entire time they’d been there, she’d not said an entire word, though that wasn’t unusual to Lisa, as the child barely spoke at all to anyone but her or Marcus. Marissa was still a bit of a mystery to all of them, as the only thing they knew about her for sure was that she was an orphan. Lisa wasn’t about to pry though, as she’d never disclosed much of her past to anyone either. Perhaps she could get her to talk a little during their bath.
“It’s fifteen coppers, but I’ll cut it to twelve, just because you’re less pungent than last time.” Dr. Fergus said with a gentler smile. He always had been nice she had to admit, as she dug out the pouch and handed him his coppers. His eyebrow raised slightly at the pouch though.
“It’s been a good week.” Lisa said with a slight smile at the good doctor’s questioning gaze before heading with Marissa out the door and back on the street. More people had woken and were going on about their business, but all in all, it was still fairly quiet. Luckily for her, the soaps and salts shop was open bright and early, and she was able to discreetly purchase some soap and hair oils. Once that was all accomplished, Lisa lead them both to her usual bathing spot. It was a large lovely stream surrounded by trees in the backwoods near the palace. It wasn’t part of the main grounds, but it was close enough near by that most people avoided the area. Occupants of the castle would sometimes come ridding though this area, but this earlier in the morning it wasn’t likely. It was another reason she’d dragged them up as early as she had. Either way, she was going to enjoy her rare indulging of cleaning up with soap.
Marissa even seemed to like the idea, and taking one of the small soap bricks stripped and entered the water with a smile. Lisa soon joined with the other brick and they both began scrubbing the grime off their skin and washing out their hair. It felt good to have clean hair again, and though the water wasn’t the warmest, it wasn’t extremely cold either; a surprise as it was early morning. Lisa finished first, and walked out of the water to dry herself with one of the clothes she’d brought in her pack, along with a cleaner set of clothes for them both. While they were here, she might as well wash out their dirty raggedy clothes as well.
When she reached the door of Dr. Fergus’ shop, Lisa rapped on the door, hopefully load enough to wake him if necessary. Not to her surprise, he arrived at the door mumbling grouchily a few moments later.
“Now is there really any need to pound on my door at this time of day? Honestly child, I’m old not deft.” Dr. Fergus said with mild annoyance in his dark brown eyes while his bushy white brows pulled together slightly.
“Just making sure you’re still alive old man.” Lisa said smiling lightly at the anomalous old doctor. It was at times quite entertaining to tease him, as he could be quite easily riled when provoked with the right prod so to speak.
“Ah, I see you’ve come to visit once again. I was hoping there would be a longer stretch this time. My home still smells from the last time you were here.” The good doctor prodded right back, know what got under Lisa’s skin as much as what got under his. In truth Lisa did smell that bad, no worse than anyone else in Ayia anyways, but it did annoy her to be called smelly. Ignoring the dig, Lisa entered with Marissa, and sat the child down in the chair.
“Yes well, very sorry to offend your nose, but your services are needed.” Lisa said, pointing to Marissa with her eyes, who almost sensing the subtle change of direction, broke out into a fit of coughs. Dr. Fergus’ demeanor soon became serious as he observed the child, and knelt by her side to examine her.
“Her throat is swollen, and she’s having difficulty with those coughs. That probably speaks for a deeper infection in her chest.” He said feeling her throat lightly, before getting up and walking to a cabinet filled with plants and a mortar and pestle. Rummaging through, he pulled out several green plants and mashed then up in his mortar into a paste. He then rejoined them, and retaking his knelt position, smoothed some of the past on her neck and upper chest.
“This should help for now. Spread this on her upper chest each night, it will help her cough easier without warring out her energy. The infection will pass eventually on it’s own, but it will drain her. The best thing for her would be more food, but realistically the best I can tell you is to keep her warm and out of the wind.” Dr. Fergus stated, before putting the rest of the paste into a jar and handing it to Lisa.
“Thanks. How much do I own you?” Lisa asked, as Marissa got up from the chair and once again attached herself to Lisa’s side. In the entire time they’d been there, she’d not said an entire word, though that wasn’t unusual to Lisa, as the child barely spoke at all to anyone but her or Marcus. Marissa was still a bit of a mystery to all of them, as the only thing they knew about her for sure was that she was an orphan. Lisa wasn’t about to pry though, as she’d never disclosed much of her past to anyone either. Perhaps she could get her to talk a little during their bath.
“It’s fifteen coppers, but I’ll cut it to twelve, just because you’re less pungent than last time.” Dr. Fergus said with a gentler smile. He always had been nice she had to admit, as she dug out the pouch and handed him his coppers. His eyebrow raised slightly at the pouch though.
“It’s been a good week.” Lisa said with a slight smile at the good doctor’s questioning gaze before heading with Marissa out the door and back on the street. More people had woken and were going on about their business, but all in all, it was still fairly quiet. Luckily for her, the soaps and salts shop was open bright and early, and she was able to discreetly purchase some soap and hair oils. Once that was all accomplished, Lisa lead them both to her usual bathing spot. It was a large lovely stream surrounded by trees in the backwoods near the palace. It wasn’t part of the main grounds, but it was close enough near by that most people avoided the area. Occupants of the castle would sometimes come ridding though this area, but this earlier in the morning it wasn’t likely. It was another reason she’d dragged them up as early as she had. Either way, she was going to enjoy her rare indulging of cleaning up with soap.
Marissa even seemed to like the idea, and taking one of the small soap bricks stripped and entered the water with a smile. Lisa soon joined with the other brick and they both began scrubbing the grime off their skin and washing out their hair. It felt good to have clean hair again, and though the water wasn’t the warmest, it wasn’t extremely cold either; a surprise as it was early morning. Lisa finished first, and walked out of the water to dry herself with one of the clothes she’d brought in her pack, along with a cleaner set of clothes for them both. While they were here, she might as well wash out their dirty raggedy clothes as well.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Lady Ethereal on Mon Jul 06, 2009 1:19 am
The first ray of light had entered the stained glass window of the room. Casting its brilliance upon the furniture and unfortunately upon an empty bed. Everything inside was arranged in an orderly manner, it was like it had never been used by anyone however, it had always been kept beautiful. Each detail of the room was symbiotic to its owner who was already awake before the sun had risen from the eastern skies. Nothing of importance was left inside as it was already taken by the Lady Knight who had already prepared everything needed for her journey previously to Ayia and the door was locked to kept unwanted guests to come in without her permission.
The Lady de Volkan can be found at the training arena honing her skills. The sun had not yet shone however the platinum beauty was doing her movements with much force and grace. She was wearing a simple attire of a blue tight-fitting tunic, white shorts and thigh-length white boots that had golden designs upon its leather. Anyone who would chance upon her practice would say that an angel had descended on the mortal realm. The gentle light of the sun had finally reached her as it signaled the end of her drills. It illuminated her beautiful features as she stared at the lightening sky; she returned her rapier into its sheath. Approaching her bag, she took a piece of towel to wipe the perspiration off her skin. After such, she made sure she was presentable enough and headed for the stable.
Walking along the grounds as few of the servants had noticed her presence, gossips and rumors began to arise and she chose to ignore it. The day was too beautiful to let such ignorant banter to ruin her mood. Entering the stable door, she had taken notice of the two elder knights and the king.
"A greeting of beautiful day to you, My King, Sir Avark and Sir Roark."
Giving a respectful nod to each figure, she went to her own choose of stead. The lead mare named, Rawnie, which meant Great Lady in the gypsy language. It was personally taken care of by the Lady Knight herself. The main reason was the close affinity she has for animals of such impeccable grace. She brushed its beautiful white hair to show her affection to her noble horse. Afterward, she placed its saddle upon the mare that did not flinch at all. The other reason was no one was able to let them touch the pristine animal. It would not permit anyone else to take care of her unless it was the Lady de Volkan.
"It is nice to see you are well, Rawnie."
The silver mare made a gentle sound as her response to the greeting. Schön gave a small smile that was not seen by the males in the stables. After preparing her stead, she looked at her fellow knights and the kind king. Sir Avark and Sir Roark were definitely older than her. It was quite interesting to see how the two would interact with each other since they have not always been given a chance to go on orders together. The two men based on her observation featured complete two different personalities. They are exact opposites of each other; it seems that the search for the princess would be filled with such thrills. Running her hands through her silver hair as she waited patiently for the last member of the entourage, her eyes of topaz had a glimmer of curiosity and wisdom.
The Lady de Volkan can be found at the training arena honing her skills. The sun had not yet shone however the platinum beauty was doing her movements with much force and grace. She was wearing a simple attire of a blue tight-fitting tunic, white shorts and thigh-length white boots that had golden designs upon its leather. Anyone who would chance upon her practice would say that an angel had descended on the mortal realm. The gentle light of the sun had finally reached her as it signaled the end of her drills. It illuminated her beautiful features as she stared at the lightening sky; she returned her rapier into its sheath. Approaching her bag, she took a piece of towel to wipe the perspiration off her skin. After such, she made sure she was presentable enough and headed for the stable.
Walking along the grounds as few of the servants had noticed her presence, gossips and rumors began to arise and she chose to ignore it. The day was too beautiful to let such ignorant banter to ruin her mood. Entering the stable door, she had taken notice of the two elder knights and the king.
"A greeting of beautiful day to you, My King, Sir Avark and Sir Roark."
Giving a respectful nod to each figure, she went to her own choose of stead. The lead mare named, Rawnie, which meant Great Lady in the gypsy language. It was personally taken care of by the Lady Knight herself. The main reason was the close affinity she has for animals of such impeccable grace. She brushed its beautiful white hair to show her affection to her noble horse. Afterward, she placed its saddle upon the mare that did not flinch at all. The other reason was no one was able to let them touch the pristine animal. It would not permit anyone else to take care of her unless it was the Lady de Volkan.
"It is nice to see you are well, Rawnie."
The silver mare made a gentle sound as her response to the greeting. Schön gave a small smile that was not seen by the males in the stables. After preparing her stead, she looked at her fellow knights and the kind king. Sir Avark and Sir Roark were definitely older than her. It was quite interesting to see how the two would interact with each other since they have not always been given a chance to go on orders together. The two men based on her observation featured complete two different personalities. They are exact opposites of each other; it seems that the search for the princess would be filled with such thrills. Running her hands through her silver hair as she waited patiently for the last member of the entourage, her eyes of topaz had a glimmer of curiosity and wisdom.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by Armored Ghost on Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:09 am
"Day soon, we will be on to Ayia soon and to the filth I love." Arlight sighed, jumping down from the small rock corner he had found in a exterior palace wall about eight feet up, places like such his home growing up a thief of Ayia, knowing his Ilenian companions would have need of mounts, he headed off towards the stables, "Horses, lot right of stupid beast gods hath create" he grumbled at the thaught of horses.
Having made it there, and heard the others desided that straight in would be the fastest way out, "Good king, traveling company, I am here so that we may start this journey, when is it to begin"? "Seeing that the others all would be with steed, I need to borrow a horse", Arlight confest eyeing warrily the beast, not liking the idea of riding it in the least.
Having made it there, and heard the others desided that straight in would be the fastest way out, "Good king, traveling company, I am here so that we may start this journey, when is it to begin"? "Seeing that the others all would be with steed, I need to borrow a horse", Arlight confest eyeing warrily the beast, not liking the idea of riding it in the least.
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Re: A Life Unknown... [IC] ( )
by ViceVersus on Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:00 pm
"I didn't understand a word that he said." Loot whispered from the corner of his mouth to Roark.
If Roark found this amusing, he didn't show it. Instead the Death Faced stepped off of the wall.
"This is Caluet Skittersson." Ilenas most mysterious Knight spake shortly, "My Squire."
Loot chewed his bottom lip, his lyre still trapped to his back where a sword or a shield should have been. The knees of his trousers were soiled already from his bowing and kneeling. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he surveyed the three other Knights.
It was slightly unreal for him. He had heard the songs, the legends, but never dreamed to meet these four of Ilenias best Knights in person. The Lady de Volkan in particular drew his attention. She was as beautiful as was said, and he had a hard time taking his eyes off her.
"W-Well met."
If Roark found this amusing, he didn't show it. Instead the Death Faced stepped off of the wall.
"This is Caluet Skittersson." Ilenas most mysterious Knight spake shortly, "My Squire."
Loot chewed his bottom lip, his lyre still trapped to his back where a sword or a shield should have been. The knees of his trousers were soiled already from his bowing and kneeling. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he surveyed the three other Knights.
It was slightly unreal for him. He had heard the songs, the legends, but never dreamed to meet these four of Ilenias best Knights in person. The Lady de Volkan in particular drew his attention. She was as beautiful as was said, and he had a hard time taking his eyes off her.
"W-Well met."
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