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 Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 2:22 pm
 Blythe's fear that this skirmish between guards and bandits would ultimately result in the loss of the guards was temporarily allayed by the arrival of additional guards and another healer with them. Perhaps there was hope after all that these bandits wouldn't completely have their way! Just as Blythe's hopes were looking up, however, one of the unusual bandits started approached, and actually called to him to approach! Blythe would have immediately turned around and headed out (especially since he, regretfully, had no status staves on him at the moment) were it not for two facts:
-Firstly, just after this peculiar bandit had called to the Troubadour, a haze of smoke had randomly eminated around where the actual fighting was taking place. Dissipating to reveal the guards were all tied up and unconscious presumably. There bodies hadn't been looted, either. Bandits wouldn't waste time to leave people alive in Blythe's experience, much less leave allow those they attacked keep anything on them of value. Different world or no, these were clearly not bandits. Just a band of nut-jobs, apparently.
-Said clearly-not-a-bandit given what had just happened sounded vaguely familiar, and almost looked familiar. Blythe didn't normally recall specific voices he'd only heard a few times, but if he'd heard them during moments that were crucial, where time was of the essence (in other words, like when he was at Sires), such qualities were much more valuable to recall.
That, along with his red hair showing gave it away. This not-a-bandit was Joshua. The same Joshua he was looking for. Now the Troubadour had no idea what Joshua and these other people were doing terrorizing a caravan protected by guards, and after seeing such a strange series of unusual events unfold rapidly one after another, he didn't care to. Between this Learania going from a government system Blythe respected to an unjustified monarchy just like all the others and its citizens parading as bandits as a pastime apparently, the Troubadour felt he'd seen enough of this country for the time being. He just needed to conduct the business that brought him to this location to begin with and then he'd be on his way to this Adliana, north of Learania according to the map he'd obtained.
Still, he was on his guard, cautious as he approached the Swordmaster - although he knew the man who had just called him, the fact remained that he and his companions had engaged in combat with guard for no evident reason. "Joshua?," he questioned before continuing after getting an affirmative, "I've been looking for you." Blythe drew out the sack of gold Joshua had given the Troubadour upon their first encounter and tossed it forward on the ground between the two. Unmannerly as it was, he still didn't want to risk getting too close. "That's the gold you gave back near Sires. I never agreed to give anyone special treatment in that job, nor did I ignore anyone, I might add. Me keeping it wouldn't be right, so I've been trying to hunt you down to return it." And with that said, Blythe turned Cesario around to leave, stating loudly enough for the Swordmaster to hear "I swear, coming across monsters in Magvel made for easier living than this." Blythe didn't know Joshua himself was from Magvel at this point, so it would be most interesting to the RP and influencial to Blythe's future actions in this event depending on whether the Swordmaster responded to Blythe's final comment or not. And yes, the author is totally breaking the fourth wall with this.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:26 pm
ABIGAIL AND WESLEY_____________________Your minds are closed._█████████████████████████████▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xx
Open your imaginations....XXXXXXXX For a moment, there was a span of deadly silence.
No one told them no. No one. The last person that had told them that they couldn't do what they wanted had ended up in a tree, swinging by his own belt. The man before that had found himself in a terrible spot- they'd gagged him, then beat him until he vomited. It had taken a while for him to drown in his own bile, but it certainly was worth the wait. Abigail's eyes narrowed dangerously towards the thief, all while she opened her mouth to speak and reached quickly for her own knife.
Had it not been for Kione's gentle intervention, she would've attacked the older boy without another thought.
Abigail let the summoner remove her hand, but not without a quick scowl. While yes, she didn't approve of the action at all, the sudden jolt reminded her that the two of them had much bigger fish to fry- and goodness, maybe the guards would get rid of the rude thief, when all was said and done! Snatching her hand away from the spellcaster's soft grip, she grabbed her brother's hand and squeezed it, silently asking for reassurance. Without another word, she ran inside Kione's former cell, while Wesley remained outside.
Even if Saifer tried, they couldn't both be locked in; not while one of them played gatekeeper.
"Hurry, Abigail. The woman's started a riot!" Wesley hissed, looking around quickly as the inmates began flooding the halls. It was only a matter of time before the attempted distraction became a lethal interference, as both of them knew- Abigail was clawing furiously at the floor with her fingernails, searching furiously for the one soft spot in the otherwise stone-covered floor. All thoughts were focused on the task at hand- to find their mother's ring. The fact that her nails were starting to split with single, audible cracks didn't disturb her, nor did the realization that some of these cracks split all the way down to the pink. No, she had only one mission in mind.
The small, dirty, dingy cell was combed over as quickly as humanly possible.
Wesley looked agitated at each passing second, his eyes moving between the main door and the upper floors, where Melethia was no doubt wreaking havoc.
How long would it be until the guard at the front gate realized that something was amiss?
On her hands and knees, each inch was furiously scraped, clawed, and scratched at by dulled, bleeding nails. Abigail's knees were feeling the effects of being scraped against the sharp stones that peeked out through the floor; even gravel bit into her flesh, even if she didn't bleed. Her palms ached, her fingers were burning, but...
Her eyes lit up as soon as her fingers felt a lone, smooth patch.
Pulling out her dagger, she quickly dug into the dirt, slicing through clumps before flicking them away with the tip of the thin, sharp blade. Swordsmiths would be appalled by the abuse; those who lived by necessity would see that there simply was no other option.
Finally, a lone pewter ring peeked up from the rubble. With a jubilant cry, Abigail turned back towards the cell entrance and threw herself out of it.
"I got it! I got it! Let's get out of here!" xx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXX..Broaden your horizons.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:47 pm
 Saifer had had a terrible sinking feeling in his stomach in that silent little moment after he'd half-refused his 'orders'. It wasn't that 'Crap, got my hand caught in this other guy's pocket while trying to steal his coins' sinking feeling or 's**t, there's still someone in this house i'm trying to rob' sinking feeling, but 'Dear god, don't let this be where I die' sinking feeling. She was a little girl, and he was a slightly taller boy with a sword and a Light Brand. It was pretty likely one shot from his Light Brand would be enough to kill a regular child...and if he used it on the demon twins (as he'd taken to calling them), it would be just plain overkill once the holy magic met their twisted evil hearts.
Thankfully, the criminal he'd released distracted the girl with his light interjection. Abigail likely had a lot on her mind anyway, so it was good that it didn't take much to divert her focus in this situation. Saifer watched silently as Abigail dashed forward into Kione's cell, wondering why she would go to all this trouble just to get in there. Abigail was obviously looking for something (that much was clear as she dug with her bare hands). The thief involuntarily winced as he saw blood flying off from the nails (which were simultaneously cracking on account of abuse via digging). He almost wanted to go over and help just so she would stop...it pained him to see a child harming him or herself, and even more so Saifer was thoroughly disturbed watching as she took no notice of the pain that should have marred anyone's expression in that situation.
Already signs of a riot being unleashed were heard off in the distance-the woman must be at work. For some reason, the twins were unnerved by the activity even though they themselves had requested such a jail break. Now the guards were preoccupied...but that pretty much meant that he would not be captured by a civil guard, but rather killed by a psychotic criminal. Between running and staying in his current spot, he chose the latter. It was just too risky to try and navigate unfamiliar halls, especially when there was a chance he would get caught in the crossfire of the riot.
There was a happy yelp from Kione's cell. Saifer turned his head saw some cheap ring now being held up by Abigail, who was currently wearing a triumphant expression on her face. She looked overjoyed as she exclaimed (most likely to Wesley) that they were leaving. Saifer wondered if that meant him, Kione, and Naomi too...
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 1:25 am
Gale had opted for silence the majority of their jaunt since the wagon. For one, he didn't have much to say that he hadn't already. His mind was also on escape. It'd only been about half an hour since they had left the scene, and though he couldn't see anyone following them just yet, he always kept a vigilant eye behind him.
Blossom climbed over a large rock, hurrying along behind the man in black. His pace had never slowed as they traveled, leaving her to move twice as fast as normal to keep up with his long strides. She smoothed her skirt down as she hopped back to the ground, pausing. "Wait. Why are we going out to this cabin in the woods, again?"
There wasn't much to say about the situation, and he naturally wasn't one to talk much. But when Blossom had spoken up, he didn't want to be rude. "Because it's far away from town," he replied simply as he dug a large stick he had been carrying for a while now into the ground. "It's a safe haven where no one will think to look."
"But that means if someone needs us, or something happens, then no one will be able to help us. We're kind of at the mercy of hoping no one thought to follow us." Blossom glanced behind her. Even if the guards they'd left were knocked out, there was no telling who might've been sent after their trail, and she knew plenty of signs must've been left in the undergrowth to show their path. "Maybe we should hide out at Fefga's."
Gale's hand moved to his sword. "If someone thought to follow us, may Saint Elimine have mercy on them." But Blossom's suggestion of going back there made him stop dead in his tracks. "Why would we do that," he stated, not turning to look at her.
Blossom paused, looking curiously at Gale's back. He's not Roy, because Roy's following us, but the only other swordsmen I could possibly think of from Elibe... maybe...?
"Because people back at Fefga's can help us. And we can help them. This is a bad situation and we have to stick together. And if you kill the guards that could follow us, you'd be associated with the guild and we'd get in even more trouble."
"Wouldn't kill them. Perhaps maim, make it look like an accident. I digress." Gale wasn't buying the suggestion. "Last time I was at Fefga's, Rogvald was there. Did anyone help you then?"
"You have to pick and choose your battles." Blossom clenched her fists, trying to will away the trembling of her hands. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "He's not going to be there forever. He left after those trials and I doubt he'd stoop to returning there."
"Mm." He was still turned, avoiding her gaze. "And what if he hasn't left. What if he comes back. Have you ever been cornered in a house before? There is no escape." He turned to face her, grabbing her collar and watching her with fierce eyes underneath the mask, eyes wide with concern. "If a person wants to find you badly enough, they will not stop looking until they do. And what then?"
"But he DID leave. I could have sworn he did. I--"
She fell silent, her face brought up closer to his, staring back at him, her own eyes wide with surprise and a touch of fear.
She stared for a few long moments, chest heaving. She closed her eyes for a few moments, visibly trying to will something away before speaking very slowly, her hardening voice wavering with fear. "I've had that happen before. And I've learned that when someone's looking for you in a burning building, they tend to stop looking pretty quickly, but that's not here nor there. My point is there is always a way out. There is always somewhere to go. There is always someone who can help."
She stared at him still, looking almost desperate now. "If they find you... you fight back, then."
Gale continued to stare at her for a very long moment. Just like her mother, he silently mused. So full of resolve. As much as he wanted to assure her safety, he could do nothing if she was adamant that they go someplace else. She still did not know his identity either, and to give it now could end badly if they were captured again. He closed his eyes and let go of her shirt. "Fine. I trust you. If they find us, we fight back." He opened his eyes once again and glanced away. "So. Fefga's. Lead us there."
Blossom shakily smoothed her scarf out against her neck, nodding once. "Y-Yes. And until then, we try to help the others back at Fefga's. I know them. They're going to be trying to find a way to fight back already. We can help. Maybe we won't have to hide for long, and this way we'll actually know when we don't have to hide anymore." Blossom took a step away, watching the man in black nervously.
"...Y-Yeah. It's..." she looked around uncertainly, pausing. She stepped a little ways away, peering up at the sky through a clearing in the trees, then at her shadow. She turned to the side, pointed briefly, and murmured, "This way." With that, she set off at a brisk jog, leaping over a stone along the way.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 10:09 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia smiled as she saw what the inmates had done. There was a lot of blood and bodies all over the place. They were doing all the work for her. She liked that idea.
"Who knew these idiots would be so useful," She said with a grin as she walked her way out of the asylum. She saw one guard still moving a little on the ground. Melethia stopped to look at the guard for a moment before stomping on his head. She giggled a bit before stomping on it a few more times. The giggling had become a laugh by the time she was done stomping the poor man's head in. There was a bit of blood on the shoe she had stole from the dead guard she took the clothes from.
"Poor fool probably thought he would get out of this alive," She said. "Too bad, I don't want to leave witnesses." She started to walk her way out of the asylum. She picked up a knife that she found on the floor on the way out. The half dragon took a deep breath once she was outside.
"Ah so great to get some fresh air again." Melethia told herself. She ran into some bushes so she could sneak her way around the country while she finds the best place to go to for the time being. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:20 pm
ABIGAIL AND WESLEY_____________________Your minds are closed._█████████████████████████████▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xx
Open your imaginations....XXXXXXXX Conscience was never a strong priority, for these twins. Nothing of the sort. However, with Saifer looking absolutely baffled, the two looked at one another and rolled their eyes. At that rate, none of them would get out alive- not if every sane person froze up at the moment when fight or flight quite literally meant life or death. With a quick run of rock-parchment-sickles to pantomime decision making, the two of them grabbed onto either one of Saifer's sleeves and began to run towards the front gate. Melethia had already been 'kind' enough to clear the way, and they weren't going to count their blessings.
"You won't find another way out, you know." Wesley chimed, tugging insistently on his sleeve and pulling him along. Unlike Abigail, he wasn't smiling- he was playing the part of a disappointed loser in a game that was staged from the start. If they were going to do something good for once, they could at least make it look like they were still acting normal.
"You certainly come out the way we came in! It's a bit blocked, you see." She squeezed his sleeve with a smile, stopping only to wince as if suddenly realizing the pain of her wounds. It was a sharp, burning pain, but she bit it back. Unlike Wesley, she didn't particularly care if he saw her smile. He was a funny man. An interesting man.
A spineless, bloodless, lock-picking worm, maybe, but very interesting.
Maybe his face would look good in her basket.
After all was said and done, however, they did lead Saifer out- out into the open air, within eyeshot of Eyris. With a smirk, the two of them pointed straight towards the city and spoke at once.
"You're going to want to go there, if anywhere. There's no where else for you to go, if you don't feel like getting attacked."
Maybe one day, he'd get over how creepy these two children were, talking like that.
But for the meantime, they were going to help him acclimate to their presence, simply by following his every footstep.
...That's right. The Twins were going to Eyris.
((Short post is short.)) xx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXX..Broaden your horizons.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 9:56 pm
Saifer suddenly felt both twins grab him and tug him along down the corridor. He gasped in muted terror as soon as they did this, wondering if they were holding him in order to have him gutted with a knife (or, more precisely, to have his face sliced not-so-clean off). However, though he could have easily shaken them, he allowed the children to lead him out. It was as if they were two normal kids tugging a parent somewhere they wanted to go, and for some reason Saifer was pacified by the thought. It was odd, of course, but the simultaneously cheery/evil Demon Twins didn't mean any immediate harm and were indeed leading them out like they assured him they were doing.
The last surviving Griimro looked down at Abigail and winced as he imagined the stinging pain that the girl must have been feeling. Insane or not, Saifer was fairly sure that the child still had nerves that transmitted such agony. Her brother didn't seem to care much either, even though she had obtained what they both wanted. He didn't even ask if she was okay, and the girl herself didn't complain.
Looking at the asylum's dank smelly hallways now, Saifer could clearly see that there were no obstacles in the form of the guards that the children had so wanted to avoid. There were some prisoners lagging behind, but they seemed to be the harmless crazy ones who couldn't really realize they were free. Who would have imagined the one woman Saifer released could cause so much trouble? Was this even a good thing?
Still, in the end, Saifer did get out of that wretched scum pit. It was as if he was back in Elibe - of course, this time, he wasn't in the city looking at the surrounding forests and mountains, but vice-versa. In a decidedly creepy manner, the Demon Twins pointed at the same time with the same tone of voice, basically recommending his next destination be the city in the distance. Now a bit sobered up than he'd been before, he looked at the two uneasily as they started forward. Saifer had the impression that they wanted him to join them.
He had nowhere to go. He didn't know where he was. He was uncertain of what these children would do to him in the end.
Yet, against his better judgement, Saifer went along with them. Perhaps it was the soft spot he had for kids, perhaps it was curiousity, or perhaps his lack of formal education was catching up to him.
((Yes, it is rofl )
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 4:51 pm
Well what’s so bad about a little coin toss now and then?
The Tempest King Ahhh why don't you Live a little! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ C'mon! All in! Lucks gotta change someday! As he neared the mounted healer, Joshua saw something on his face that worried him. Blythe didn't recgonize him. "s**t, he's gonna bolt." But Blythe didn't run, infact he came closer. Joshua nodded after the Trabodour questioningly said his name. The reason Blythe was here became apparent quickly, "He wants to return the money? Heh, good kid." Of course Joshua had no reason to not take the money, so raising his hands to show that nothing was in them he bent to retrieve the money. But as Blythe said his parting line the swordmaster quickly looked up again, "You're from Magvel?! How is Jehanna? Is she well? Who's leading her now?" Unfortuantly he was aware that this was neither the time nor the place. "Look I know we look like bandits but we're the good guys here... just... here" removing the bandana he pulled a slip of paper from inside and layed it down beside the pouch of money. "Deliver this pouch to that address, take half the contents as a fee if you want." And then Joshua was walking away, splitting up with the trabodour so the blonde man wouldn't be implicated in the attack. C'est le vie ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ How about we toss a coin? Heads I win Tails you DIE
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 6:06 pm
Looking around the room, he mentally shook his head at the raucous. This riot was not something that Kione approved of. He knew that he would have to get out of here before the guards start to settle down this uproar of free prisoners. How was this summoner going to possibly get out of this place?
A sudden scream of "I got it!" echoed through his ears. Facing the cell that used to be his own, he was curious at what the hell was going on. Suddenly the twins dashed out of the asylum joyously. Kione just tilted his head in confusion as they ran towards the entrance. Well what do you know. There was an exit right there and he had not seen it for some reason. He just shrugged as he made his way calmly towards the exit.
Halting, he looked back at the other prisoners that were still free, but just roaming around doing who knows what. For some reason, it made him remember all the creatures that had appeared that one time back at Magvel, during the time when Lyon was ruling his country. He was still a scholar in training during that time so he was really oblivious of the true situation during that time.
With that final look, he took a step outside and the blinding sun caused him to block his face from the deathly glare. "I had forgotten how uncomfortable that golden ray was," he said, putting his hood over his head. He fixed his other parts of his attire, and hung the talisman around his neck. He held it in one hand as he looked at it. After a few seconds, he finally hid the talisman inside of his robe.
Kione knew that travelling alone was not a good idea in this world. He saw the girl that has easily taken down guards and even more guards. The frightened boy was dragged along by the twins. He's not sure if they were planning on staying in a group or not, but either way he would have to stick with them until he can get into a safe town or a new tome to defend himself. "Great," he sighed as he walked over to where the others were.
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