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 Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:18 am
Age of The "Court"
(will be brief summery of overall story)
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:12 pm
Vincent- The road Wardens
The Caravan was settled in for the night. Most slept. It was mid-summer, and giant beetle mating season. And Vincent was in charge of Protecting this caravan. Him and a couple other hired men. These folk were on the Pilgrimage to Mount Boun. The highest Mountain in all of Albion. It was named after The man who discovered it presumably. Those who kept a fire going had a name. A title given to them by a blacksmith named William Black. He called them. "The Road Wardens" And Vincent was a full fledged member. They all sat around the fire.
Silence. Save for the crackle of the flames.
William Black, Artium Stag, Reignar "The Cold"(everyone assumes that's his last name), and Vincent Emige.
Others protect the camp. But none as famous.
William wore a plain blacksmith's apron. And wielded a mighty hammer. His hair was beginning to turn a dull white.
Artium covered his body in grey plate-mail. Even his face was covered by a black cloth piece. At least his bald head and blue eyes reminded you he was still human. He carried a steel long sword.
Unlike Artium. Reignar was partially covered. Only rough trousers and leather steal toed boots. His upper body consisted of tattoos he claims he did himself. a long strip of hair hangs from his chin. William argues that it's not a "real beard". Vincent was interested in this fashion. He hung a bow over his shoulder.
Speaking of Vincent. He was the youngest, and yet the tallest of them. He donned simple cotton clothing, with thick brown gloves. The most remarkable trait of him would have to be his hetero-chromatic eyes.
One blue, One green. He made use of an iron sword. simple in design.
"More beetle soup? please Artium. May I have something to eat that doesn't make my gut twist?" Reignar broke the silence. He gave a little chuckle at the end, which made it hard to tell if he was serious or not. He continued.
"I mean, I have to look at these nasty things as I spill their guts. It's not like I ever think "OH that s**t seems like it would taste good in a bowl of warm beetle broth.!". cause I don't" He ate despite his objection to the meal. Vincent became rather disgusted for him.
"Your lack of seriousness infuriates me. You disrespect the quality of my cooking and yet you continue to eat it. Like a sand goose eats a mound of sun baked pebbles." Artium never changes his tone. It's always calm and collective. He must have trained himself to act like this. Vincent can't possibly see how someone can be born deprived of emotion. Artium himself east alone. No one is allowed to see him without his mask. Once a peasant girl attempted to sneak a peak whilst Artium slept. From what she told Vincent. he sleeps with his eyes open.
"It's a warm meal in my stomach. Thanks Stag." William's voice is deep and vibrates the very ground he sits upon. Vincent senses the whole caravan can feel it too.
"What about you?" Reignar flicks his gaze at Vincent. "You enjoying the warm beetle guts?"
"It's good. Just like my mother used to make." Vincent smirks. whether or not they saw doesn't matter. He thought it was funny. Considering his mother never cooked.
"Then you can have the rest of mine." Reignar scoots closer and pours his remaining second bowl of beetle soup into Vincent's bowl. It over flows and spills onto his lap. Thankfully it's not hot enough to burn. Vincent grunts. Reignar stands and bows. "Thanks for the late supper. Good night gentlemen." and with that he leaves.
Silence.
"You don't have to finish that. It's easy to make and we have plenty of it." Artium states.
Vincent's mind has been burning with a question all day. Now seems like a good time to ask. He sets the bowl in the dirt and shifts his weight to a more comfortable position.
"I saw something...something huge following the caravan...." Vincent breaks off at the stares of his comrades. "I twas nothing like I've ever seen before...."
William is the first to respond. "It's been following us for some time now. I'm not sure what it is. But it's been keeping it's distance. So that means it's smart. biding it's time to strike. Or it could be an agent of the court."
Artium cuts in, "Ah the court. Ever vigilant. I have no doubt this thing was conjured from the void to spy on our progress. Though why it must needs be rather large is beyond me."
Vincent was relieved to not be the only one. At first he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him.
"It's late." William begins. As if he's their father. "It's time to rest."
Artium only nods and then moves to put out the fire. William stops him.
"I'll do that, get some shut eye." Artium shrugs as if to say "Suit yourself" then makes his way to his sleeping roll.
With the fire extinguished. William looks to Vincent. "A fair warning. Don't speak of the beast. A frightened herd of peasants is the last thing we want."
Vincent figured as much. They parted ways after that. Vincent kept his sword close to his person in the night. Weary of the events to come. Soon he must pay tribute to the Court. His life savings. Before he knew it, sleep had engulfed Vincent. Dreams of a better life.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 11:41 am
Artium- The Beast of Blades
He was the first to wake. And the last to sleep. No matter the time. Artium sat on a small apple crate, it cricked and cracked under his weight. His blade in one hand and his wet stone in another. A good breakfast was needed. He stole a couple apples from the crate. Hopefully the Farmer wouldn't mind. Before he knew it, the Caravan had come alive. Reignar was the third of the Road Wardens to wake, but the first to approach him. His bow around his chest and a bundle of arrows in his hand.
"Wheres your quiver?" Artium asked.
"I lost it. Or it's been stolen. Either way, it's gone. No sense in stressing over it."
Artium turned on his heel and headed to find William. Reignar just waved and sarcastically stated. "Yeah, good bye to you too."
While the Caravan was getting ready to move out Artium came across Vincent. A Young and rather quiet adventurer. Vincent was gazing at the road behind them. A look of fear in his eyes. Artium didn't bother to see what the fuss was about. He knew.
"Are the wine sellers ready? I heard they had a few last night. Don't want them to hold up the Caravan." Vincent replied with a nod as his eyes stayed focus on the road. Artium sighed and shrugged.
(will update)
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