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 Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:53 am
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..."
Selael stood stalwart, looking at everyone he passed by... The game was afoot, the pieces were set, and now all that awaited him was the arrival of a group or individual foolish enough to steal the feather, whichever one they pursued. The forces protecting all the possible feather locations were severe and powerful enough to alert Selael when someone attempts to break into one of the feather's locations... As a proverbial fisherman, he'd know when his bait was bitten, though (perhaps thankfully) he wouldn't be eating his catch...
Selael began reminiscing about days of old, or at least, how he imagined they would be like. Remembering Ruth Shalehem's exploits, surrounded on all sides by enemies and having to wipe out every single one... It was the sort of reminiscence that made one proud to be of the bloodline they were in. With great toil and torment in store for him if his enemy succeeded, his drive to overpower his apparently numerous foes only told of the glory his name would carry when he goes down into history... This was simple compared to what his next duty would be; having a child. Not as if any noble would give him a spouse this time, he'd either have to look...
...Or find the elusive Flame of Life and never have to pass down the title at all...
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:50 am
Tell them all to never fear
Tell them what they want to hear
Tell them all the blissfull lies
Watch them leave with hopeful eyes...  Eric Halen
Your Fortune awaits
--------------------------- Decisions, decisions. What to do. Eric looked back at the burnt building, wondering whether to stay or depart. Woul he ever see the noble woman again? That was a bit of a foolish question. Of course he would. She was a noble. Seeing her wouldn't be a problem. Interaction would be the difficult part. Eric sighed. How difficult. He didn't know what to do. He weighed out his options. He could stay, talk with the noble woman, perhaps accept a nice payement, and risk losing his business. The other option was leaving the property, recieving nothing for his efforts, but keeping his shop alive, and keeping a steady income. It was a difficult decision, to say in the least. Finally, he came to a decision. He took out a patch of parchment he had in his cloak, and a small writing utensil. He wrote something down on the paper, walked over to the burnt house, and placed in on the grass, an small hunk of stone weighing it down. He read the text aloud once before he left. "Once but never again, Fortune telling shop. Eric, the fortune teller, and man who entered the fire to help in a time of need. The shop in closer to the outer part of the town. It's small, and has a purple banner over the door" He frowned, then walked away.
Navigating his way back to his shop wasn't difficult. He passed many people, but none of the really noticed him. They must have been distarcted by the odd singing that had occured earlier. Eric passes a stand selling some bread. Eric was hungry, and decided to buy a few loaves. His travel to the outer part of the city, and eventually made it to his shop. There were a few people waiting for his arrival. He unlocked and opened the door, and brought them in, one by one, telling them that their futures would turn out excactly as they wanted it to. More money for him. How lucky. Today seemed like a good day for business. ...Let them waste their wealth on you
though you say what isn't true
Go and live to your delight
The fortune teller strikes tonight
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:36 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..."
Selael began limping through the roads of the town, hobbling his way through the city and looking around... Particularly for a place to watch the site from. However, his house was too far away and he had to get some place right this instant... Besides, the wound on his leg was bothering him intensely. He needed a good nest and he needed it now. Hobbling to a sparsely populated part of town, he managed to somewhat covertly climb atop one of the buildings and walked across the roofs of the buildings. Selael breathed rather heavily, keeping low to ensure that people couldn't see him from the ground, but at the same time staying high enough that he could see the sites where the Feather may have been hidden...
Little did he know that he was on top of Eric the Fortune Teller's shop, though he paid no mind to where he was, so long as the visibility was good... He got to the roof from the roof of another house anyway, steps placed on the sides of houses as a precautionary measure made for the military, in case Aden had ever been invaded; archers and magicians could nestle themselves on higher ground and pick off invaders with little difficulty... Hopefully, it will serve the same purpose for Selael in case of a thief decides to be bold enough to attack one of the sites.
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