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 Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:18 pm
Justin looked up from his bowl over to the man sitting over to his side. It seemed that he was not the only one drowning his sorrows.
"Provinces and peoples treated like lambs!" he gargled, loudly. "Makes the mind sick like... uhh... plague... Or something..."
He shook his head and swallowed more wine. He couldn't quite remember how many he had taken but suspected that it was getting pretty diluted. Not that it really matter at that point.
"So what troubles brings you here?" Justin jabbered more coherently, closer to the stranger's direction this time.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:44 pm
Bristi
Alya's frown increased as the trailer continued to move, apparently picking up the pace until it was nearly impossible to sketch accurately. Sighing with frustration, she angrily stuffed her book and pencil back into her travelling bag.
A distinct crack was heard as the pencil broke under the pressure.
Ignoring it Alya moved from her seat under the shade of a tree and back onto the traveler's path. Right next to the wagon's trail it was obvious which was which since the traveler's path was cushioned by a springy grass.
Casting another couple angry glances at the trailer that was still in the distance, Alya resumed her journey to Tescasia.(Sorry if this muddles with your perception of how your character is traveling, Bristi. Just assume it differently however it would fit with the reality you created, you just had not specified enough to make it really matter.) A dusty, robed figure was walking down the road that stretched from the foot of the Carpadian Mountain range to Tescasia. Wagons had passed, too filled with passengers or pride to stop and pick up another, so it continued on it's trek. It didn't matter quite so much, now that Tescasia was several days walk away. The hardest part of the journey was over now and flat grassy land speckled with farms was stretching to the horizon. One wagon driver did care enough to stop. The figure nodded in appreciation and climbed into the back of the wagon. Again, along it's rout, the wagon stopped for another figure. This one was distinctly a woman, probably a resident of the mountains or even a nomad from the harsher parts of the plains. The driver was particularly concerned and confused when he noticed how frail she appeared. He slowed to the side of the road and half shouted over to her, "Care for a ride?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 5:12 pm
Mackenzie looked around, and made sure he was the one being talked to. "Well, I came to find out about this assassination, but this town is quite rude." He shook his head, and gulped another amount of wine. "How about yourself?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 6:24 pm
"Rude?" Justin said with an idiotic look on his face, before cackling like an idiot as well. "You try dealing with the people ruder than the ones you were talking about and then you'll see rude!"
He snorted, shook his head and drank from his wine once more.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:06 pm
((Absolutely no problem Sovi, sorry about that.))
Alya was surprised when the wagon she could hear approaching from behind slowed and she heard a question over the sound of the wheels.
Alya's cheeks flushed in apology for her previous thoughts. While she had been upset that she'd not been allowed to finish her sketch, now that very same wagon had stopped to offer her a ride...and she realized how silly she'd been earlier.
"A ride would be wonderful." She replied, sure to keep her voice at a level he would be able to hear.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:39 pm
Mackenzie laughed. "Rough day then huh? I've had my fair share. All part of the balance though." He took a draught, and set down the glass, his vision starting to distort slightly. He hadnt drunk this much in a long time. "So what is your name then?" he asked good naturedly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:29 am
Justin laughed painfully and hung his head low.
"You could say that."
Then he looked up, smiling at the absurdity of the whole thing. "Justin Pontius. Salve."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:34 am
The driver smiled and motioned for her to climb into the back of the wagon.
"Where are you from?" He said over his shoulder, glancing back to make sure she was inside before he pushed the horse forward.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 3:54 pm
Alya swung aboard easily, though her travelling bag made things difficult with it's swinging.
"I'm from a small city a few days back in the Verdosian Plains, but I'm returning to Tesacsia."
She smiled brightly, her face hiding the memories that were brought back by this journey. Her parents had taken her to Tescasia the first time, and she'd been entranced with all she'd seen in their company.
"How about you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 9:29 pm
"Salve, Amice." He drank a little wine, than said. "My name is Mackenzie Van Gent. It is grand to meet you." His head started to pound slightly, and his vision decreased. Damn bad day, he thought, this is all its fault.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:36 pm
"As grand as a meeting could be, in a situation as ours." Justin said, burping out the last words. "Pray tell, fellow drunkard, wherest thow be-ith coming fromith-ith?"
(I know its very English, but how else would drunk Greco-Romantic people talk? Tell me that and I will do a funny little dance.)
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:43 pm
"Just a simple farmer taking his produce to market." the driver said from the front of the wagon. "If what they say about the growing hostilities is true, I might make more than I had hoped for."
The cloaked figure sat, undisturbed, in the back of the wagon, gently rocking with the slightly uneven wheels and road. The wagon came to a stop and a young woman climbed into the back as well. The figure was lying against a sack of grain and saw no reason to move at the presence of another; it merely sat and watched.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:25 pm
"Fortune be with you then good farmer."
Alya smiles before settling into the wagon, careful to disturb as little as possible once she knows that the wagon's contents are the farmer's living.
Her back against the wagon's front side, and her travelling bag tucked beside her where it can't do any harm, Alya finally has a moment to survey the wagon.
It was sturdy, enough so to carry much of the farmer's produce and, she noted, another person.
She'd not noticed the cloaked figure previously, but now that she did, Alya bowed her head respectfully in greeting...remaining silent. If the stranger had wanted to speak, they would've instigated conversation. For her to do so would be a presumptuous breach, or so she'd been taught in her schooling.
While Alya had no intention of obeying every little detail schooled into her, now didn't seem like the time to break away from old foddy-doddy training.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 8:18 pm
Mackenzie laughed, "I come from the swamplands, from a town you definately haven't heard of." He sipped at his wine, the flavor suddenly seeming bitter, probably from the memory of his sister being in the city, and he just drinking.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 7:19 pm
Justin shook his head and said, with a smile, "Pro'lly not, but now I've!" Then he laughed at his own cleverness. After his laughter subsided, he groaned, hung his head, muttering how he needed to "lern'a hold wine bed'r."
"I us'ally stay north. Or east. The desert an'all. Grreat... peeeple." Justin managed, feeling his head begin to spin more than it should without breaking his neck.
The farmer brought his wagon to the city gates and joined the hectic bustle of life in the streets. He had heard that earlier in the day the seat of the empire was eerily subdued, but from the looks of things, it had paid its dues and carried on with life.
"Life goes on. Has and will." He mused, trotting his mule down the cobbled streets towards the grand entrance to Tescasia. They seemed to be made from carvings of gods and angels. It was noticeable where repairs had taken place because the reigning religion of the time had erected their own view of divinity or even torn down other's. Unsurprisingly, many of the statues were of pure, angelic figures, a hundred feet high, carved from granite; outstretched wings linked together, forming the arches that held the walls with each sexless being's arm raised to the sky, praising the peace and sanctuary that the empire provided.
How like the Ultraverists, the farmer thought, stopping just in between two of the great statues, which a gate was fit between their wings.
"You can get out here, miss." He said over his shoulder to the woman riding in the back. She had been quite the whole trip, almost as much as the other... person. "You too, uh, friend."
The figure regarded Alya politely and dropped out of the wagon.
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