Return of The Emblem Chapter One: The Artifact
Posted 06 January 2011 - 03:57 PM
“She was gone now. Taken by the enemy they had both fought against for so long, and he had to go. He knew deep down in his heart that this was the end. He had no hope of saving her from her awful fate. No way of overcoming their foes. No guiding light anywhere in sight. He would make one final stand. He would do the only thing he could do for her. He would fight. He would lash out at the enemy and only death itself would make him give up on the one he loved. This was all he could do for her; one last gesture of love before they would both be caught up in death’s cold embrace.” read the young woman from a book she was holding.
“Well that’s just macho and shortsighted” another older and deeper voice chirped up. “What do you mean it’s shortsighted? Haven’t you been listening? They had already pretty much lost. What else was he supposed to do?” she replied. “Raquel, life never and I mean never boils down to just one decision. Extreme inclination toward one decision? Definitely, but anyone dumb enough to believe they’ve only got one possible road in front of them is an idiot. Q.E.D.: your story book hero’s going to throw himself at the enemy and die just so he doesn’t have to go through the embarrassment of leaving his girlfriend to his captors. There’s no guarantee they were going to off the girl. Either way, the guy should have hired himself some mercenaries instead of getting all caught up in ‘woe is me’ and deciding to throw himself at the enemy. You want a gesture of love? Get help to save her instead of trying to go out like some kind of hero.”
“And I’ve officially lost count of how many novels you’ve ruined for me.” Raquel said with less disapproval in her voice than her words seemed to be implying. The older man shrugged. Mission accomplished, he thought. If the book wasn’t even remotely realistic, why bother dedicating so much energy to it? Honestly Jethro preferred the days where his daughter was studying to be a tactician, not ‘d’aw”ing’ at love stories who’s endings and situations were entirely too common, and handled too impractically. Frankly there were just better uses of the girl’s time.
Raquel quickly shut up the book and sat it down when she noticed that they were finally at Sergio Port. A seaside city on Ursium’s edge. Jethro had had his eyes closed the entire time trusting the horses to know not to run the wagon off the road. “Oh, we’re here.” “Ah good. Now we can see what our options are.” he replied focusing mostly on his business. It wasn’t doing too well as things were.
Suddenly a capuchin monkey clad in miniature clothing leaped onto Raquel’s shoulder and lightly grabbed her hair to help balance himself as the large wagon suddenly hit a bump in the road. With a slight shooing gesture from Raquel, the monkey let go of her hair and instead balanced by simply sitting down and using all four limbs. “I don’t see why I don’t get to have a pet while you do.” she quickly said while giving the monkey a dubious look. “I already told you, no pets. And Chip’s not a pet either. He eats people food, doesn’t crap just anywhere, and helps me out while I’m working. Far as I’m concerned, he’s family.” he explained as he more readily drove the wagon toward Sergio Port. She supposed with that kind of logic, that was the end of her pet argument.
From the very large merchant wagon, the view of the city was clear. Late in the afternoon, the city was wrapping up its daylight prominent activities, the orange hue of sunset already beginning to take place. In the city itself, people seemed to be everywhere. Out at the docks, there were many vessels, but only two that really caught the eye, a ship of the line dwarfing all the others donning the Ursium crest upon its largest and foremost sail floating out a short ways from the city seemingly guarding the port, and a frigate resting at dock, its crew hauling goods aboard. As they passed the welcoming sign into the city, Jethro began to slow the horses and the wagon for better handling.
“So where’s our first stop?” Raquel asked with a smile. Pausing to really think on it for a moment, Jethro gave a quick affirming nod to himself and then answered “... first to the markets. We’re not just here to buy, sell, and trade. We’ve also got to get some food in our stomachs.” He quickly grimaced though. For all intents and purposes they were on their last legs. Jethro would have to try yet another career if he couldn’t revitalize his business as a weapon merchant; and things were looking bleak. It occurred to him yet again that the small artifact that his daughter had found a few weeks prior would be worth getting appraised. If it was worth even half as much as he suspected, they would be financially secure for years to come if they sold it. Then his failing business wouldn’t be so much of an issue. Though he also wasn’t exactly sure what it was made out of. A mysterious and eerie thing he had a lot of mixed feelings about.
Once they arrived at the markets by the docks, Jethro stopped the wagon and casually hopped down from it revealing that he had a sword sheathed on his left side. After giving the two horses powering it a quick bit of attention and routine praise, he made his way to the back of the wagon. Meanwhile Raquel set about getting down herself and as always didn’t like the distance she needed to cover. Bracing herself she hopped down. It was short but rough trip evidenced by her landing wince. Chip sat down in her seat and poked at the novel she had been reading while she went over to the horses.
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Elsewhere in Sergio Port, inside a dark room of a building, two lone figures looked out over the city watching. One was a man with eerie yellow eyes and silvery hair carrying a faint blue tint almost completely concealed behind an ebon cloak. The other was a young Kigen sword master clad in long red robes with red and silver hair. The dark robed man looked out the window while the red one simply thought to himself with his arms and legs crossed sitting on the edge of a storage crate. He soon revealed a bright golden glowing mass from his cloak.
Looking at it for a moment he said “Shining again, I see. They’ve finally arrived.” The sword master kept his eyes shut but still responded saying “We should have ambushed them on the road, Sardis. Waiting til they come to a big open public place like this is going to draw too much attention.” “Don’t fret. I’m less concerned with those that might involve themselves and more concerned about those whom we must overcome to take what we’re here for.”
That was when the swordsman opened his eyes. He was a bit surprised. “You think they’re that strong? Maybe the father. Probably ex-military, surely, but the girl? I’m not keen on overestimating a simple girl.” “That girl is not as ‘simple’ as she appears to be. Far too much dark energy ...” the cloaked one uttered in response. “So we we’re going to attack them here, in Sergio? We don’t have enough cannon fodder to deal with anyone who might try to help them out. There are a lot of soldiers nearby as it is.”
“Hmm. True. We may need a military diversion.” As soon as he had ended his statement he cracked a smile. Out in the water was the largest vessel afloat for miles and miles. “That should do nicely.” he said with a small chuckle which prompted his partner to rise and walk over to his side. Looking at the ship and then giving the robed one an inquisitive look, he asked “The ship? We’re going to use that ship?” “Indeed.”
The robed man quickly put away the shining object and put forth both hands quickly forming a sphere of radically shifting dark energy. The mass began to pull in any loose particles in the air as it began to grow. Soon it was beginning to compress and compress until it was the size of a pearl. All activity ceased and it became a faintly glowing solid shadow pearl resting in the palm of the man’s hand. Handing it to the sword master, he instructed him “Get one of your men to get this onto that ship as soon as possible. It will take care of the rest.” His partner nodded and accepted the surprisingly hot pearl before quickly exiting the building through the very window they had been peering though.
“Oh yes ... this is going to be an interesting evening indeed.”
Posted 06 January 2011 - 04:46 PM
The ship arrived in the port in the late afternoon. Veronika noticed the large Ursian vessel docked in the harbor. So I truly am in Ursium now. I should try to keep my identity a secret here, if the Ursium military finds out that I am a daughter of a Neviskotian miltary leader there could be serious complications. It also means that I have to be rather careful about who I ask, I cannot be as trusting here as I was in Neviskotia. This is enemy territory after all...
Veronika got off the ship, hand on her sword sheath. I suppose the best place to start would be the local tavern or watering hole or whatever they call it here she thought to herself, walking through the unfamiliar city, eying the many people she passed with great suspicion.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 05:15 PM
It was cold, far colder than it had been in the ocean so many years ago. It was always in moments like this he ended up looking back on his life with a strange sense of nostalgia. He could still feel the waves pressing down on the side of the barrel, as he bobbed in the ocean as the storm cloud's furious roars helped deafen the screams as a friend became engulfed by the sea. Help me, please someone! Varen! Alicia! Edwin Your still there aren't you!? Hello! Anyone, are you still there?!? If Edwin would have yelled back, then he would have tried to use the barrel too. Both of them would have drowned. But looking back on those days after almost five years, he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he would have tried to save Glenn too? It didn't matter anymore. That life was over a long time ago.
Edwin glanced up towards the sky, wondering when it had started raining. He felt another drop slide down his face, as he stared at the clear blue sky and the slowly moving clouds. The horse beneath him neighed ever so lightly, as the two of them slowly trotted further down the path. The nomad had lost feeling in his lower arms hours ago, and could barely breathe anymore. His entire chest felt heavy. The man held loosely to the horse's neck, barely holding on for what felt like days now. It happened at night, Edwin remembered that much. The group that the beautiful female knight had assembled, they were on the way to a small fort out in the distance that had been abandoned a few decades back. They were after... they were after someone. It felt like his mind was finally starting to give out, just like his body had a while ago. Three arrows stuck out of the nomad's back, and a circular burn mark was right below his right shoulder. His green cloak was stained dark red and his breaths were shallow at best. It wouldn't be long now. In a sick way, Edwin almost welcomed it. A final release, after so many years of running away… it felt fitting somehow that he had abandoned his comrades only to die alone.
Edwin could still see it clear as day. That woman with the long red hair, Felicia was taking lead. It was first light and Edwin saw it first. A young woman, standing next to an over turned wagon yelling that her husband had been hurt. She said 'it's a knight's duty to help people.' She probably never even saw the lightning bolt as it arched across the sky and struck her in the head. Desperately Edwin hoped the last thing that she had seen was that little monster smiling as her 'husband' picked up his axe... if not... Edwin shuttered at the thought, no one deserves to have the last thing they see be a blade ripping into your head. The two around him, the swordsman and the mage... he didn't even see what happened to them. They are probably dead by now. Just like you will be soon rushed through the injured man's mind. As soon as the girl died, Edwin considered his contract up and went for the hills. Of course, the two archers they had in wait didn't exactly make that easy. They could have at least gone after the ones that weren't fleeing first. Oh well, that little arrogant brat and the hot head probably got at least one of them before they bit the dust.
In the distance, the man could swear he saw someone. Just behind them, something that looked like a city. Very funny, I take it this is my just deserts? The horse began walking closer to the beaten path, as the nomad's eyes finally shut. Only sound of his heart beating ever quieter filled Edwin's head now…
Edited by NTNP, 06 January 2011 - 05:15 PM.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 05:15 PM
Wolfgang was pacing about the front of the ship, urgently waiting for his best friend to return with news from the sky. For some reason he didn't feel quite right. He didn't know whether it was the salty taste in the air, or his intuition. Maybe it was his stomach, he hadn't eaten since the moment he woke up. He didn't know, but he was taking a precaution he felt necessary. He looked up when the huge light in the sky becamed shadowed by something. A wyvern, and a big one at that.
"Wallace!" Wolfgang shouted up, "Did you see anything at the port!?"
The wyvern descended to be parallel with the ship, its features more distinct now. It was as black as the moonlight all over its body, except for its underbelly which was a softer shade of gray. It was heavily plated with teal armor over its torso, head, neck, everywhere crucial to the wyvern's body. It's tail was spiked and as long as half the ship, and it's full size could cause it to be confused as a younger dragon. Its rider, another man in the same years as Wolfgang, had a much more gruff appearance.
Wallace (age 34) stood at a hulking six feet nine inches, his physique was massive and thus he was able to wear his light armored plates with little impedding of his movements. He had an eye patch over one eye, and the other was a pale green. His hair was shoulder length and a bright brown in color. He gave a hearty grin as he looked across to the ship at his boss and best childhood friend.
"Nothing right now, Wolfgang!" He shouted over, "Neither Gromit or myself could see anything! I'll head over there again in a moment to keep a report for you, I'm sure that's what you want!"
"You're damn straight I do! I can't stand having my guard lowered when my mind's like this!" Wolfgang returned his friend's gesture, before closing his eyes as he turned to the sky and sighed. "Can't say this weather isn't beautiful though."
"You two keep yelling at each other to talk and you're going to wear your voice out." Wolfgang heard a gentle and firm voice behind him. He turned his head and opened an eye to look back at his wife, Karene (age 28). The beautiful woman stood around five feet nine inches and a very gracious figure. She was toned with enough muscle to notice, but not so much it ruined her complextion. Her measurements were 35C, 19, and 33. Her armor consisted of light leather over her torso and shoulder plating accompanied by leather gauntlets that were similar to Wolfgang's. Her lower body wore pants that clung tightly to her figure and leather boots. She had long blond hair that fell all the way to her waist, tamed in a ponytail at the top of her head, and deep sapphire eyes.
"Karene, glad to see you decided to join us on deck." Wolfgang said playfully.
"Well, I found an adorable little cat roaming around and I tried to approach her, but she was too wary to let me." Karene said, sighing as she walked over to Wolfgang and smiling at him. Karene's appearance nearly calmed Wolfgang, but not enough to have him keep his guard up around this strange situation.
"Sorry things didn't work out." Wolfgang replied.
"It's okay, don't worry too much about it, Boss." Karene said.
"I love it when you call me that." Wolfgang teased her.
"Sorry to interupt your gooooo-shy little moment, but what'd you find out, chief?" Wolfgang knew who that was just by what he called him.
"Nothing right now, Hans. Wallace is going back out in a moment to do another sweep." The leader replied.
"Sounds like a tune I can play to." Hans said, running in front of all of them and jumping onto the bow of the ship. Hans (age 22) wore civilian clothing for the most part aside from the leather chestplate he wore. His hair was a bit messy and strawberry blond in color, and his eyes were hazel.
"Where's Ariost at?" Wolfgang asked, noticing he was the only member traveling with him that wasn't up here now.
"He was sleeping when I check on him last." Hans stated.
"Why didn't you wake him?" Wolfgang grinned, knowing what he'd hear.
"You kidding? You go wake him up, get your buns blasted with the fowl arts!" Hans said with a startled voice. The four laughed at Hans' response, including himself.
"I'm going." Wallace said, ascending into the air as Gromit flew off towards Sergio once again.
Edited by EchoingPewter, 06 January 2011 - 05:19 PM.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 05:34 PM
Two figures were making their way aross the path. One was a human, in his late teens, and the other his mount. Except, it wasn't a horse, rather, a wyvern. The two were making their way on foot towards the port.
As they walked, the wyvern left a small growl.
''Don't worry, we're almost there.'' John said to the beast. ''I know you're tired of having to walk all the time, but as long as we're in Ursium it's for the best.''
Gil just grunted as they kept walking. ''Don't worry, once we reach the port we'll soon be out of the place. You'll be able to stretch your wings again. Besides, it was about time you got to exersize your legs anyway.'' He laughed.
Gil quickly got infront of him and gave him a louder growl.
''Alright, alright.'' His voice now taking a stern tone. ''Let's just keep moving to get out of this place as soon as possible.''
With that, John and Gil kept walking towards Sergio Port.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 05:36 PM
Under her cheap traveler's cloak, Jeanne absentmindedly rubbed one of the few coins that she had received from her work. It would be best if she skipped buying dinner tonight, again, purely for monetary reasons. She couldn't sell her armor, weapon, or Megaera, they were the only thing that could attract enough attention for a job. Circling throughout the town for a good ten minutes did nothing to ease her frustration, so she returned to her pegasus, tied to a post in a lonely alley near a tavern with her lance awkwardly strapped to its saddle. Megaera seemed truly out of place in the alley, her folded wings just about touching the walls to either side of her. The steed didn't seem to care, however.
Jeanne approached Megaera and rubbed her mane gently. The pegasus was too distracted by a large insect crawling on the wall to react, until Jeanne held out a roll of bread, which Megaera promptly swallowed in one bite. "Sorry girl, I just need to let this out," Jeanne said to her unresponsive mount. She leaned back against the nearest building wall, her armor making a thud as it hit the building through her cloak. She took in a deep breath as she looked up. In an annoyed whisper, Jeanne uttered "Fuuuuuuck my life." This didn't make her any less frustrated. With a sigh, she snatched her lance from Megaera's saddle. By carrying this around near the local tavern, she could at least get a more exciting job such as killing some bandits. Being sure not to stray too far from her pegasus, Jeanne rounded the corner and stood near the entrance of the tavern. She propped her spear up beside her, gripping the shaft with her right hand, making it look as if she was guarding something. Her pose seemed to give off an air of confused soldier, instead of the hardened mercenary look she wanted. She ran a hand through her green hair, hoping desperately for a more dignified job to fall onto her lap.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 05:54 PM
The cat Karene mentioned, meanwhile, had been out of ship rats to hunt for days now and was, instead, sneaking around the ship's cook's storeroom. That was it: the fish barrel. Silently, gracefully, Maw crept to the barrel's edge, passing her tongue over her muzzle. Sure enough, inside the barrel were fish: alive and swimming. They had been caught the day before and Maw wasn't about to miss this chance.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 06:08 PM
"Wolfgang, must you really size her up right here? I could grow suggestive." Karene said with a tap of her foot.
"It's always best to know exactly who you're dealing with, Karene. And you're not the jealous wife, so I'm not worried." Wolfgang replied with a smile. He returned his attention to the girl.
"So I take it you're defending the merchant aboard this ship? You seem experienced, even if a little rough around the edges. Glad I'm not taking a break to entrust my life to a greenhorn." Wolfgang said, smiling again at the girl. The smile on his rough features was difficult to read, perhaps even excited. He was surprised he hadn't taken on a new job yet, but perhaps it was because he wished to start off in Ursium looking for his next assignment this time. He knew this endangered Wallace a bit, but if they couldn't put a little danger in their way, they didn't deserve their vast reputation. Hans was too busy gazing at the view beyond to notice the girl joining the couple behind him.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 06:17 PM
She walked towards the building she thought was the tavern. There was a green-haired girl outside, lance at the ready. There was a pegasus tied near the post. Is she a pegasus knight maybe? I thought Ursian pegasus knights usually had better things to do than guard entrances to taverns Veronika thought to herself.
Vernokia approached the girl. "Do I have to pay you to get inside or something?" she asked her. What an odd custom, in Neviskotia we just pay for the drinks directly. Typical Ursians I suppose, putting rules and regulations where there don't need to be any.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 06:30 PM
Posted 06 January 2011 - 06:51 PM
Then a theory struck Jeanne. Maybe she was being clueless because she could afford to be clueless. That thought made more sense before it was coherent. Regardless, she couldn't afford to pass up a job opportunity from someone who might be well off.
"Say," Jeanne started, now looking at the woman directly. "You wouldn't happen to need any work done, would you? I have knight training." This wasn't technically a lie. "I might sound a little direct right now, but it's rare to find a Pegasus rider that's willing to work for someone. This is a good opportunity to take, if you ask me. I can do a bodyguard job, message delivery, information gathering, you name it." It occurred to Jeanne that she might be sounding like a desperate sellsword (though she considered herself as that anyway). But she couldn't take back her words now.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 06:54 PM
Deciding it would be better not to reveal herself she sighed with relief as the shiny clad men disappeared around the corner and out of her sight. She didn't know where she was, the boats, the buildings, even the people she saw looked oddly clad. Was this the outside world? She'd heard a few rumors about the foreign nations, savage idiotic barbarians that quarreled amongst themselves when the threat of the black birds were looming right over their heads.
Deciding that she needed to figure out where she was first, she started to wander around, maybe she'd find someone of noble standing to escort her back to her Lord? She saw a man clad in what appeared to be a expensive garment and was about to speak out when the man spoke some unintelligible noises to another man near by. She frowned, and moved on. Did these people even know how to speak? Her mind went back to the cries of the soldiers, and was assured somewhat when she recognized their speech as common.
Thinking her goal could take longer then anticipated she considered to stroll in no particular direction. Taking in the scenery of Sergio.
Edited by Kanami, 06 January 2011 - 06:54 PM.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 06:58 PM
On board the ship guarding the dock, deck hands kept a vigilant eye out, making sure not to overlook any ship that ventured into the area. One of the men holding a spyglass spotted a wyvern rider landing on one of the vessels and quickly waved over one of the others and quickly handed it over so he could see for himself. "What'dya spose that is, eh? Neviskotian or just anotha random drake lovah?"
"Can't honestly. But Neviskotia knows better than to send wyvern riding knights to spy on us and just one of them isn't enough to cause a lot of damage around here. Leave them be. Nothing to worry about."
Meanwhile below the ship, a lone figure wearing a deep blue outfit emerged from the water and quickly latched onto the ship with iron claws while taking as silent and as deep a breathe as he or she could manage. After that, they began clawing their way up to the bottom row of cannons and stealthily lifted open and peeked through the port to see no one in sight in that area of the ship. The stealthy infiltrator took one last look around making sure they weren't spotted before disappearing through the port closing it quietly behind them.
Elsewhere in Sergio Port
A young Rexian man wearing a large red overcoat and other suspicious looking gear sat alone on the edge of a building overlooking the edge of the city and the ships in the harbor. He was so far away from his home that he felt perhaps he had sentenced himself to a lifetime of aimless wandering. Going back empty handed was out of the question, but he had been at this for months. Worse yet he had gotten into quite a bit of trouble along the way. Even been forced to kill on rare occasions. That wasn't something he particularly enjoyed, but he couldn't always run away either. People outside of Rex-Avaz tended to favor the tactic of surrounding loners like him. With a heavy sigh he shut out his memories of the past couple of weeks and watched the sun as it reached its 5 O'clock position in the sky.
A few minutes of forgetting how seemingly fruitless his journey had been, and he finally noticed something strange. A faint glow was coming from the trinket he had carried from the beginning of his journey. It was glowing? That was the first and only time that had happened. He was only told it would guide him to what he sought. Was that the means by which it would guide him? Amon quickly got to his feet and looked around hoping to spot something that stood out but ... nothing. "This can't be right." he muttered as he removed the trinket and the necklace it dangled from from his neck. Perhaps he had to move around, he thought. Maybe he was simply close enough to get a reaction from the device. In fact, the glow may have had something to do with proximity ... or so he desperately hoped.
He quickly took off running to the edge of the building and leaping over the alleyway below and landing on the otherside before continuing his sprint. He glanced at the trinket in his hand to see if the glow was going to get brighter, or dimmer. Should it be the former, he would pick up speed, and the latter ... he may just have to turn around.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 07:28 PM
"I may have work involving finding someone close to me. But given the nature of his disappearance, the job will probably be dangerous and will require some measure of confidentiality. You are not part of the Ursian military, are you?" she asked the girl quizically, raising an eyebrow at her.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 08:00 PM
It was then that a short man, breathing and panting heavily, burst into the tavern and ran to the counter, shouting all the while and almost knocking the door down in the process. “Hey, Kiraz! Some guy out here’s injured real bad, come and help me carry him.” Kiraz Nomen, the owner and guy behind the counter, quickly followed him outside.
Most of the tavern’s meager patrons, including Synthia, were not terribly surprised. It wasn’t unusual for sailors to get into fights around here and there were usually two or three incidents like this a week. Once the unconscious man was brought in, however, the entire atmosphere changed. The damage was far worse than anyone expected. Three arrows were sticking from the man’s back, burn marks covered the clothing and skin near his shoulder, and his cloak was splattered in dried blood. He looked dead, and looked as if he’d been dead for a while.
The man who had first run in left to find a doctor. Everyone else looked on as Kiraz carefully removed Edwin’s cloak and checked his breathing, revealing that he was still alive. He immediately started barking out orders to the tavern’s staff and the quiet place soon became a flurry of activity as people gathered sheets and ointments to treat and bind the injured man's wounds. Synthia stayed in the back and ignored the scene as best she could. This was not her problem and she was not a charity was what she told herself, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty for doing nothing. Even though she was now trying to remain inconspicuous, she had forgotten about her staff and left it leaning against her chair. Whoops.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 08:31 PM
"...job will probably be dangerous and will require some measure of confidentiality. You are not part of the Ursian military, are you?"
Maybe today won't be so normal after all. he thought as he approached the two. "Greetings, and, sorry to interrupt, but are you by chance looking for some muscle for hire?" he blurted out without much warning. This man clearly needed a little more tact, but hey, muscle is muscle, and if she was looking for it, she found it. "Sorry if I interrupted, which I probably did, but hey, I heard 'job' and jumped at the opportunity. If I'm mistaken, I apologize."
Posted 06 January 2011 - 08:45 PM
Edited by -Cynthia-, 06 January 2011 - 08:46 PM.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 08:52 PM
"Uhh..." Edwin's mind was swimming by the time they got him into the tavern. His temperature was high, and his breathing was still shallow. However that wasn't what truly was strange though. Even though the man seemed like he was accosted by bandits or the like, he was still carrying some pretty nice stuff. Some of his equipment looked expensive, such as his ring and earrings. But what was especially a conspicuously large sack of gold tied to his belt. Although no one would likely know, he had around 1,000 gold in there assuming none had fallen out on the ride here... all the good it did him now. Once the group of kind drunks had brought him inside during the confusion (after all, its hard to apply bandages and other healing items while on a full sized horse).
Sitting him in a chair, the brown haired man's eyes opened slowly. He glanced at the one named Kiraz and at the establishment. Edwin tried to remember, he was pretty sure this wasn't his first time in the place. Although after all the years of traveling, places like this always looked a little similar. The nomad spoke weakly, "I guess it's too late to ask for a last drink isn't it?" A few of the people in the room were shocked, mostly that he could still talk with those injuries. There was a serious wheeze in his voice by the end, likely from blood pooling somewhere in his lungs. The rattle turned into a full cough, as a couple of drops of blood splattered on the floor in the general direction of Synthia. As he tried to raise his hand, it didn't work. He couldn't help but look horrified for a moment at the realization, one of the arrows had really done a number on his shoulder blade or worse yet his spine.
"...Hey girl... please tell me that staff isn't for show. If you know how to heal me up, half of the money in that bag is you... *cough* yours." Normally it would be a lot harder to make the nomad part with his well earned loot, but if it was between dying or parting with a little money it was clear where he drew the line.
Posted 06 January 2011 - 09:06 PM
Posted 06 January 2011 - 09:16 PM
Overwhelmed by the many sights, I took to spinning about wildly, my eyes rushing over every strange sight, absorbing as much as I could! But alas, having been left alone in the plains for most of my life, my body has grown to possess little sense of balance. I could not cope with the wonders that were splayed out before me, and I tripped. As I fell, my hands reached out instinctively for the first thing that they could grasp so my arse would not burst upon the ground. That just happened to be your purse. I did not know what I was grabbing, only that it jingled and did not break my fall. And that it came with such a strong and mighty man attached to it!"
Daloth lay upon the dusty ground of the marketplace, a purse of golden coins having been poured out about him. Dirt mixed with the glint of gold covered his blue robes as his large, green eyes looked up pleadingly. Standing over him was another man, his fist clenched in fury upon the collar of Daloth's shirt while the other held something Daloth took to be a fish knife in his hand. He had run against the man by accident and fallen down, grabbing the mans purse by accident as he fell! No! Really! He hadn't been trying to steal from him, and it had been just a honest accident. A accident that the man did not seem to be willing to believe.
"You're a bloody liar you brainless twit!" hissed the man. "And I didn't ask for a story you moron! I didn't ask you for anything! You tried to steal my money! Now you're going to give me no trouble as I haul you in to the guards so they can send you to jail!"
"And the knife?"
"It's for gutting fish, but I swear, you try to steal from me again, and I will be gutting you instead!"
A faint 'Eep' slipped from Daloth's lip as the man pulled him up by the scruff of his collar. As soon as his body was right-side up again, Daloth dropped too his knees. "OH PLEASE SIR! PLEASE! DON'T SEND ME TO JAIL! IT WAS A ACCIDENT! HONEST!" he grabbed the mans pants in fear. "I lost my balance and grabbed your money by accident! Please!" He shook the mans leg violently. "Please don't send me to jail! Please!"
"Get off me you barnacle!" The man tried to lift his leg to shake Daloth, yet the man clung as tightly as he could to the mans pants. "Getoff!Getoff!Getoff!" he hissed three more times before resolving to drag Daloth in, even if it meant dragging him in on one leg. Yet, as the man took his first step, Daloth showed no sign of letting go. "I don't have a record, but if you report me, I'll be thrown into jail! I won't get to work any place except at a hired mugger! Do you want to do that too me? Force me to be a hired mugger?" One step. "No! No! No! I'll do anything! I'll carry your catch, I'll clean your coins, I'll cook for you!" Two steps. "Wanna hear a tale? I know one about a man who was just a normal scholar until one day he was bitten by an enchanted spider!" Three steps. As the man took the third step, a sudden slackness passed down the cloth, accompanied with a mighty 'SPRANG!' A small vase before the pair burst into a thousand shards as the mans belt buckle burst right off and went rocketing into the stall. Daloth fell backwards as the man pitched forwards... and right out of his pants. For a moment, Daloth did nothing, sitting there stupidly with the pants clasped firmly in his hands. Then, the man slowly regained himself.
His face was red with rage, and his knuckles white with the sheer grip that they now had upon the knife. As he looked at Dalton, it was clearly a look that could shoot bursts of fire to incinerate the poor mage. "Give me back my pants. Now."
"Oh bloody hell."
Daloth shot upright as fast as he could, the pants clutched instinctively in hand as he dove for his tome. He flipped the pages open as he raised the pants-holding hand high into the air. "ICE!" he screamed out as loud as he could. A bolt of frozen ice suddenly shot forth from Daloth's hand... and got stuck in the folds of the mans pants. Thinking as quickly as he could, he threw the pants at the man before trying once more. "ICE!" This time a bolt of ice shot forth and lodged itself in the ground, impaling the poor article of clothing as the man screamed in fury. Leaping over the ice, knife in hand, he rushed at Daloth. "HELP!" screamed Daloth as he tore off down the street, being chased by a pantless fisherman with a knife in hand, screaming at the top of his lungs. "YOU RUINED MY PANTS!"
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