Amberlasia

He had been intending to help her up but it seemed that she was more than capable of scaling the wall herself. He watched her go, impressed, then held on as he drew his bald from the wall and sheaved it on his back. He climbed easily, swinging himself onto the roof as the girl jumped to another, was she running from him? Testing him? Perhaps. Cheeky bitch, he thought as he ran over the roof top. He jumped to the next, feeling a kick of adrenalin as his feet left it and then he landed in a slight crouch. She carried on going and he followed easily, he could go faster with masters help, but again his master only helped when the situation was really bad and so far Zeke had been unable to find out what kind of situation was really bad in his masters mind. The final roof top was lower down than the rest so the jump to the floor was easy, Zeke straightened gracefully out of his crouch.

The girl had already began to walk away, instead of calling after her Zeke decided to follow. He wondered where she was going, what was her aim? Her mission? Her needs? all of these things could hinder his ambition to recruit her, if he decided too. Her skill was good enough but there were still more boxes to tick. She is the first we have found with the required skill his master whispered, and Zeke nodded to himself. After a year of searching this was his reward.

Tsura faintly heard the man land behind her, was he stalking her she wondered. Pervert. She decided she would lose him in the desert, and so she slowly began to jog onto the next city. The next one was supposedly filled with hundreds of wealthy men, she smiled at the thought. She looks back and took a quick glance at the man, clenching her teeth she continued to walk.

She had traveled for about two hours and still found the man to be following her. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he is just going to the same city. Walking she came across a young girl, a crying young girl. Slightly akward in this situation she tapped the girl, "Uh...excuse me. Are you alright?"

Mia was startled. She had expected to run into anyone...or have them run into her.... And the fact she didn't hear them approaching just added to the matter. She turned around still clutching the letter and saw a young dancer. She quickly tries to wipe the tears away but her eyes were still red from the obvious crying. "Yeah I'm fine now" she sniffled and was obviously not okay but to be a knight one had to be strong and crying in front of strangers was not strong.Mia sat there staring at the lady in front of her. She recognized that there was a man behind her but at a distance to try and seem like he was not with her. She registered it but said nothing. There was a bit of an awkward silence broken occasionally by one of the horses neighing or eating. Mia was still sniffling and clutching the boxes and letter but was honestly saying nothing, she didn't know what to say.

Tsura was beginning to feel awkward, she felt bad for the kid but wanted to travel alone. That thought brought to mind the perverted stalker, and then she noticed the girl had with her two horses. A little kindness could go along way here, smiling she said "You are welcome to accompany me to the next town." she took out her staff, inconspicuously, and waved it, planting in the girl's mind the idea of letting her use her second horse. Tsura could only hope that it worked.

Mia felt something at her mind and realized it was a sort of pull. Geth had taught her well and she could resist it. She made a note to watch the lady but didn't feel like she was in danger. "Oh sure I'd love to go with someone... Though I'll walk with you. The other horse is too laden with supplies to carry a rider." She looked back at the man stalking her. and whispered "Is he a problem? I could probably get rid of him if you didn't let him see me for about 12 seconds. Though it would involve hurting him...possibly killing him......" She didn't like the way he was looking at the lady and would be glad when he was gone.

Mia felt something at her mind and realized it was a sort of pull. Geth had taught her well and she could resist it. She made a note to watch the lady but didn't feel like she was in danger. "Oh sure I'd love to go with someone... Though I'll walk with you. The other horse is too laden with supplies to carry a rider." She looked back at the man stalking her. and whispered "Is he a problem? I could probably get rid of him if you didn't let him see me for about 12 seconds. Though it would involve hurting him...possibly killing him......" She didn't like the way he was looking at the lady and would be glad when he was gone.

She smiled at the girl because of her last comment, was he a problem to her, not yet. "No the man is not a problem, he is just going to the same city. I would suggest that if your horse is already heavy with supplies you should go to the small town. There are nice people there, and it is a much shorter distance." After finding out she couldn't use the other horse she didn't want to be burdened by a kid, nor did she want to have to share her wealth. She didn't wait for the girl's reply and began to walk away she wanted to get to the next city before nightfall, and she didn't have all day, not anymore.

Mia got up and started walking behind her to. What a rude lady. It wasn't much her problem but man she was rude. First trying to move Mia to get her a horse then just leave when she cant. but no she couldn't got to a small town. Especially one that close to her old city. She had to go farther.

Tashirena looked around now, after relaxing near the entire day. It was close to four in the afternoon, when she pushed herself up from the comfort of a tavern stool, and walked herself out of the establishment. She headed in the direction of the town's blacksmith, wondering where her four legged friend had stumbled off to...but payed it no mind. She'd run into him eventually. She felt it.

Once she got to the blacksmith, she pushed open the door. "Hey Orson! How are you today?" She inquired kindly to the old man behind the counter. He was wrinkled with age, and had small round glasses resting on his face. His face bore a smile of kindness. "Oh, quite fine, Tashy. Quite fine. Thank you for asking! Here for your armor, I assume?" He asked in return. "Haha...you know me like a book, Ors. Is it ready?" She questioned further. He chuckled, and waved her hand at her, motioning her to follow.

He lead her into his back room, where sure enough on an oaken stand was her armor, mended and polished. It seemed to shimmer even in the dull sunlight that shone through the windows. "Wow...nice job, old timer! You really made her like new again!" Tashirena said brightly, before walking over to it. The old man replied by puffing out his chest. "Of course! I'm the best!" He said, laughing. "Go ahead. Try it on!" She didn't need any more encouragement.

After a few moments, she had completely armored herself, the steel clanging as she moved. "Still fits perfectly." She stated. "And I'm not hampered much!" She picked up her shield, and moved her arm around, the large steel barrier familiar to her. "And this is still sturdy. I can feel by the reinforcement." She said with a great smile. She walked over to the elderly man, and bent a bit to hug him. "Thanks so much, Orson. Saved my butt again." She said to him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "It was no problem, for Tashirena, my only grandaughter." He said, hugging her back. "And you be careful, you hear! Let me know if anything happens. I expect letters!" He said with good spirits.

She walked out of the armory, jogging back to her abode, and making good time on the way there. Once there, she pushed open the door, and walked inside. She went to her bedroom, and aquired her weighted blade. It felt good to be armed and armored again. She strapped the blade to her waist, and smiled. This time, she went to her door, stepping outside, then locking it shut. She turned on her heels, and started down the road to the next village. She expected to be there by nightfall...

Tel was rather disappointed at his new master. He got his promised walk, but she went into a tavern he wasn't allowed in there. Wait... I don't need a human to walk me! I am a human, I can walk myself! After a nice jaunt around the city, Tel made his way back to the house. It was locked, and the sun was high. He curled up under the tree, and practiced his favorite dog sport. Afternoon nap. With a groan, and a soft growl he sprawled across the grass. The warm grass was soft and comfy, while the cool breeze was refreshing, and soothing. It did not take long before he was dreaming of chasing sticks, and little rabbits. Tel was quite happy until, a cart full of Silverware came rolling past... Wait that isn't silverware... He was shaken from his dream opened his eyes, and yawned. Lifting his head he looked in the direction of the sound... It was a person! Not just any person he realized as he sniffed the air, it was his master. He jumped up and ran over to greet her wagging his tail. He received a pat on his head, and he followed her inside. Looks like she was grabbing a sword... Interesting what could this mean. Well what ever it meant didn't matter. What did matter was his only food source was stepping outside the front door, and he was standing here thinking like a idiot. He bounded down the stairs and skidded across the floor, but he joined her at the door. He followed in tow, looking up at his master wondering where they were going. Hmm I guess I get my walk after all!

Tsura hated the desert, she hated the blistering heat, and she hated the fact she was being followed by not one but TWO people now. She couldn't help but wonder if they didn't have anything better to do with their pathetic lives. The guy she wasn't going to critisize, she owed him one, the girl on the other hand was an easy target. "Don't you have anything better to do other than follow me. Don't feed me any trash about going in the same direction, you are following me so don't deny it." Tsura said turning to face the girl and walking backwards. Truth be told she actually had no idea how to get to the next town, she never did, so watching where she was going really didn't matter much. "I feel the need to inform a poor girl like you I actually don't know how to get to the next city, so following me isn't going to do you much good. Why don't you just take your horses and go back to where ever it was you came from?" She smiled, it wasn't a kind smile it was a smile to show she didn't want the girl here, she then directed it back at the guy, hey she still wasn't saying anything. No problem...she was just smiling.

Tashirena looked down to her four-legged companion, whom had recently rejoined her. "Hey there, bud! Sorry to leave you roamin' all day, but I've been busy...and, well, enjoying my last probable day of relaxation. Come on, though. You can come with me!" She gleefully said, pulling her arm in a following motion for him. She moved towards the exit of the kingdom.

She began to travel down the road...every other week, she would travel to the villages and towns outlying the main one, see if there was anything she could possibly aid with. She'd stay there untill the problem was resolved, and then move on. It was a simple task, but one that she felt like she owed the people. After all, why have a burden if someone can resolve it? The town she head for was deeper into the more barren parts of the land, a desert by many standards. She knew she could take the heat; she had made the trek many times before. And she was almost sure her dog could bear the trip as well.

She continued to push her way in the general direction of the town for quite some time...it gave her time to look around, in the relitive quiet of her armor clanking and clattering against itself, and the two's breathing. And oddly enough, as she took in her sights, she saw something...there were three figures against the sands, along with her. She wondered why on earth she hadn't seen them earlier...or perhaps the were an illusion caused by the desert? She couldn't make out detals of the group, but they were off the traditional course by some means. There or not, perhaps they were travelers too! Always nice to have more company. Two is a pair, but more is a party.

She raised her unshielded arm, waving it in the air, as she shouted out. "Hey! You three!" Was about the only thing she could think to utter. She hoped that her voice carried as far as she thought it would in the unhampered desert...

Ughh a desert, and I'm still shedding into my summer coat. He said as his tongue was hanging out of his mouth. Panting heavily he padded through the sand, it was rather hot on his feet. A familiar sent hit his nose, it was that staff lady. It seemed his master had noticed them also. She was shouting to talk to them! I guess I can go greet them then Tel took off at a run, and gave a bark at the three people. He caught up with Tsura ran a circle around her then sat down in front of her, giving another short bark. He wagged his tail, and raised his paw in greeting.

"Ugh." Tsura considered screaming in frustration but managed not to. At first she had no idea who it was who called out to her, but after seeing the dog she knew. As the dog did his little greeting she put on a smile, a forced smile but it was a dog he wouldn't know. Reaching down she gave it a pet, she loved animals but she was already being followed by three people, she didn't need a fourth. "Hey there boy, I hope you had I nice rest inside a nice comfy house." she said still forcing a smile.

He barked again in reply. This nice lady had shown him to his new master he owed her so much. He jumped up and licked her face. ...That's the closest to kissing a girl I can EVER comeHe suddenly realized. He was then struck with depression. His tail fell between his legs, and he started to pout. He chomped a fly out of the air that was harassing him. Then bent over and scratched behind his ear with his back paw. He had only mastered this maneuver a few short weeks ago. Then he waited for his master to come.

Tash jogged in their direction, her heavy armor clanking as she approached. Finally, reaching the group, she leant over, and placed her hands on her knees. "Well...hey! S-sorry, but It's just I don't see a lot of people walking around in the deserts often and I thought-..." She paused for a second, looking up to see whom she was actually talking to. "H-hey, wait a minute...you're...that gypsy? What are you doing out here?" She said, brushing the accumulating sweat from her brow. It was amazing she wasn't a waterfall by now! "And with company?"

Sirana rode through the blistering heat of the desert on her warhorse. "Ugh ... I can't believe that stupid priest assigned ME of all people to travel across the desert to some random town I've never heard of and secure their church!!! I mean honestly, don't these people realize by now I'm not cut out for this kind of hooey?" She was complaining to herself and half complaining to her steed who she felt just as bad for as she did for herself. The horse snorted at her comments; he had a similar perspective on the situation. "Oh, Apollo, you understand where I'm coming from don't you " she lightly stroked the horse's mane and he whinnied in pleasure. She set her eyes back on the horizon, hopeful for any sign at all of a town coming up. But nothing... No peaks of buildings in sight. "Ughhh" she spoke again. "We're probably still a good way's away. I wonder if I could -" she interrupted herself. "No, I'm not supposed to use my powers like that." She had wanted to invoke a special kind of holy magic that was unique only to Crusaders, referred to as "Presence". The particular presence she had wanted to call upon would grant her and her horse significant speed, likely cutting their travel time in half or more.

A little ways ahead of her, she spotted several blobs in the distorted distance which she had made out to be people. "Oh no.. people .." she suddenly had been overcome with worry at the thought of a possible confrontation. She shook Apollo's reigns and he increased his speed greatly, until she were at a close enough distance where she could just make out the equipment of the travelers. "Oh my goodness..... That looks like a Gypsy...." she cupped her mouth. "And, LOOK! Apollo, that one looks like a Yurenathian!! Oh dear, oh dear, oh DEAR! I was really hoping these would just be normal people but they are probably fugitives! That means I'm going to have to do the right thing and go over there and say something to them. But, I really do not want to. Why does this happen to me all the time? It's not bad enough that I'm elected out of several crusaders who are much more able than myself to travel to some distant land, but of course I also had to run into trouble!" Apollo whinnied again in response, this time his inflection was "suck it up and go over there!" "Ughh your right.. Well here goes.." She tugged on Apollo's reigns once again so that he could increase speed to catch up to the group. She steered her horse around into the front of their path, blocking their progress. She pulled from the sheath on her back a long, heavy looking sword; the kind that just looking at made your arms hurt. But Sirana wielded it with surprising ease.

"Halt!" she boomed, her voice echoing across the dune-covered wasteland. "Under royal order of the Church of Crimson Light and the Amberlasian Guard Alliance, I hereby subject you to interrogation on the grounds of suspicious behavior!" she spoke with powerful authority.