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 Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 2:27 pm
I plan to post Eamonn's past (Before his exilement and joining of Lilith) through a collection of dreams, through these dreams he will be present in a various forms of great importance to him, and will make various observations about his own past, mainly himself and his own family and the things he never noticed as a child, or simply refused to acknowledge when he did. I welcome other posts from anyone who wishes to throw a post or two in, though whether or not I will have Eamonn or any of the other NPC characters, who will mainly be his family, family friends, or villagers from his home town Alegria, react is up to me and I will decide whether or not based on how relavant I find it (mostly if I can work with it and use it to help shape Ea). A lot of this will be improv, mostly, and since these are just dreams I shall make each post a seperate memory, never necessarily continuing on with a dream until a post or two later (Basically random order in which he will remember but eventually coming back to a past dream/memory).
Anyways, I shall begin posting and working more on this thread soon enough, I expect either tonight or tomorrow morning, but how often I post here I cannot say.
Peace! Tal Over and Out. [Everything Needs Capitalized! >D]
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:23 pm
Eamonn Lancaster
Son of Kiros of the King's Blade and Ariadne of the Phoenix's Flames So, this dream again?
"EA! EAAAA!" The cries of his Pyralis' voice jolted the young boy from his pleasent nap, eyes wide and alert. No sooner had the child sat up, something hit his head. Hard. He fell back, hitting his head against the tree and scraping his shoulder against the bark, hands clutching his forehead in pain and wincing. "What the!" He growled, opening an eye to see Hallia hiding behind Pyralis. Pyralis was standing but a few feet away, hands on hips and legs spread apart, looking down at him with a furious expression. "You deserve as much! You never showed up for chores, and guess who got stuck doing them!?" She shouted, bending forward as if she would be able to get her point across better. Ea stared back at his sister, this time with an angry face. "So you attack me?!" He shouted back, scrambling to his feet and taking his own stance against her. Pyralis smirked, cocking her head to the side and crossed her arms. "Ohh~? What's wrong, could it be that Eamonn was hurt by a girl? Even worse! His sister." She burst out into a fit of giggles as he took a swing at her, missing as she ducked underneath his arm and moved around him. "Ommm! What would dad say if you hit me?" Grinding his teeth, Ea turned his head and shot her as evil a look as he could. "He wouldn't say anything!" Ea replied, realizing that this was just what his sister wanted. Cool your head Ea, don't let her get control. He told himself, breathing in, breathing out. In a matter of seconds he regained his composure, though the scrape on his shoulder was bleeding. Hurt too. "Whatever!" He shouted over his shoulder, his back turned to her and staring up at the sun. Hallia, who stood nearby watching the two with cautious eyes, stepped forward and took her brother's hand. "Ea!" She whispered in a hush voice, tugging on his arm. Looking at her face, into her soft brown eyes, the anger he felt for his other sister vanished completely and was replaced by the strong need to protect the one before him. Tugging his hand and pulling his head down so he was eye to eye with her, she touched his shoulder with a hand and closed her eyes. Ea recognized what she was doing, and held still. Normally he wouldn't allow Hallia to heal his wounds, he preferred letting them heal over time, but her free hand was wrapped tightly around his fingers. If there was one thing he wouldn't do, was pull away from Hallia. He closed his eyes, and let the warm feeling of the healing arts wash over his shoulder in a glowing orange light. When she finished the light disappeared, with it the wound, but the warmth remained. Taking his sisters hand gently, he smiled. "Thank you Lia." Hallia blushed, as she has been a shy-bashful child since birth who would turn red at the slightest of compliments or thanks, and took her hand away. Running around him and over to Pyralis, Ea noticed that she still had her arms still crossed, but was scruntinizing him. More specifically it seemed she was looking at his hands. "What?" He asked her, standing up straight and putting his hands in the pockets of his shorts. She remained silent, turning away from him and bending down to Hallia, whispering something. Hallia turned her head to Ea, her face scrunched up as if she were trying hard to remember something. When she did, an 'Ah-Hah!' expression popped onto her face, and she turned back and whispered a reply to whatever Pyralis has said. Alwhile Ea stood there, hands in pocket watching his sisters. Pyralis opened her mouth to say something, but before a word could come out the familiar call of their mother's voice rang through the air. Ea tossed a quizzical look to his two sisters, whispering to one another. "Last one back is stuck with dishes!" He shouted over his shoulder, running at full speed down the hill. "Ah! NO!" Pyralis shouted, realizing what he was doing and taking off like a rocket herself. "You'll do them tonight!"
How foolish I was...
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:44 pm
 I remember this...
GAH! Eamonn fell backwards, sweating profusely and eyes squeezed shut. His hands were both bright red, as if exposed to a great heat, and the scent of smoke was present. Not far from the boy, was a young girl, but a few years younger, with a smug look on her face and in her hand a flame. The flame was unusual, in the sense that the shape it took was not that of a normal flame reaching out for the sky but that of a bird. The bird was moving, hopping from on side of the hand to the other, and from it's beak, although making motions that it was chirping, nothing could be heard. The two were sitting in the parlour of their home, their mother out and visiting the nearby pharmacist because their youngest sister was sick with something. Eamonn was in the center of the room, his hands close together and in between them a ball of fire. For half an hour he sat there, with his strained expression. Pyralis, on the other hand, was sitting on the sidelines upon a cushioned stool having already completed the "homework" their mother had left them.
C'mon~ Surely you can do something this easy~ His sister taunted, closing her hand and by doing so dispelling the flaming aviary. Eamonn glanced in the direction of his sister, eyes filled with frustration and face flushed with strain and embarassment. S, shut up! I can do something like that easy! Kipping up, he held his own hand out with the palm facing up and fingers outstretched. For a second there was but a mere flicker of a flame, but it quickly took on shape and in seconds had taken the form of a bird similar to her's, if not bigger.
Staring at the bird, Pyralis frowned, her expression clearly a disappointed one. I wasn't born oldest for nothing! He smirked, closing his hand and sitting back down. Pyralis huffed in reply, crossing her legs on the cushioned stool she was perched upon. Than what's with the big fire? She asked, staring at his hands which were still bright red. It wasn't often someone in the Lancaster household burned themselves from their own flame, in fact Pyralis was under the impression that they were immune to their own flames and were incapable of being burned by them. Eamonn had proved her wrong.
Eamonn's smirk disappeared, and expressioning turning so serious Pyralis almost regretted asking. He was silent for a few minutes, staring at his hands in thought, and not wishing to disturb him, out of curiousity, the sister remained silent as she watched her brother. He didn't look up as he spoke, but kept his eyes focused on his hands. I'm trying to create fire with it's own free will. He announced, looking up with a determined face. Mother said that it was hard, that even she had trouble with it, and that at my level it would be impossible! Jumping up once more, suddenly very motivated, he spoke animatedly. I want to prove her wrong, and create flames that can have their own free will! Not only that, but I want to be able to... in... instill things into them! Make it so they can speak, or relay messages, or even act on my commands without me being present! He was excited by the thought, and the way his eyes shined it was clear to his sister that he had spent many nights thinking about it.
When he finished, Pyralis was silent, staring at her brother hard lost within her own thoughts. Staring back Eamonn began wondering if maybe she thought he was crazy, a thought she openly expressed often and one he never liked hearing. Fu... Fuahahahaha! She burst into laughter, so sudden that Eamonn jumped backwards with his hands poised defensively as if she might suddenly attack him. She continued laughing for an amount of time Eamonn felt unnecessary, and when he felt she wasn't going to attack him he let his shock turn into anger. What?! He demanded, clearly not liking the fact that she was laughing, feeling that it was directed directly at him. When she stopped her laughter, she was grinning at him with eyes that spoke something... mischievious. Free will, huh? Let's make it a contest than! Whoever can create free-willed-Fire first has to acknowledge the other as the better sibling and must start doing the greater portion of their chores! Eamonn was still upset by her laughter, and seeing that she was challenging him he knew that he couldn't back down without being called a coward. Fine! He said, crossing the distance between them and lifting a hand out. In the center of the palm was a small flame. Shake on it, then it's a deal! He said, watching as his younger the sister held out her own hand, a similar flame in the palm of her own hand. As they grasped hands they each felt each others flames, and despite their forced grins they each winced in turn.
The two released hands moments later, at the sound of a door opening and footsteps in the hall outside. When the door to the parlour opened, Hallia came rushing in and instantly latched onto Eamonn's leg. Behind her was their father, Kiros, and him their mother. Kiros expression was firmly set, and though hard there was a soft and comforting feeling to his brown eyes as they fell upon his children. He remained silent, however, and crossed the room to sit down in his own seat. As he did, Ariadne turned to the older children and crossed her arms. Well did you complete the homework? The two nodded, and while Pyralis hopped up to go wait on their father Eamonn made to leave the room. Until he felt Hallia take his hand. Instantly a chill ran up his body, and when he heard his sister ask how he had burned his hands his eyes went straight up to his mother's and he gave a nervous chuckle. A-hahaha... School work! He said suddenly, bolting from the room and rushing to his own room. He had missed the smile that spread across his mother's face, and even the chuckle from his father at the chair. Ahhh, Ariadne said, propping her elbow in her other hand and caressing her face with a knowing look. The young wish to grow up so fast.
She won...
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:44 pm
This is when it began... why didn't I listen...
WHAT IS THIS?! The sound of Kiros' voice booming through the room literally shook the bodies of Pyralis and Eamonn, both of them freezing in mid-action and turning their heads to look at their father. The two had never heard him shout with such force or fury, and while they had felt his cold and distant anger, the chillness of his eyes, they had never seen such an emotional or angry expression before. Quite frankly the fact he had such a face was even more frightening than the fact that he was furious. Just... what are you two holding? He demanded, rushing forward into the room and snatching the objects from their hands. The two looked guiltily towards one another, than Eamonn, after gulping, answered. S, swords Father... Immediately he fell back, Kiros' hand coming up in full force and connecting with the childs face.
On the ground, landing on his backside, Eamonn clutched the spot where his father had hit him, unintentional tears of both pain and surprise in his eyes, his face flushed with embarassment. Turning on his sister, Kiros did the same to Pyralis and than turned back to Eamonn, holding the weapon out and gripping the handle so hard his father's knuckles had turned white, as if his tanned skin wasn't present. What are these?! He demanded once more, his voice quieter then before but the fury no less. Eamonn looked to his sister, who was clutching her own face and hair hidden behind her bright orange hair. Seeing that she would be of no help, Eamonn faced his father once more, expression changing from shock to anger. I told you! Swords! There was a sharp blow to the side of his head, and he hit the ground hard, grimacing with pain and hands clutching the spot his father had struck him at with the side of the blade. Items of war! Tools of death! These are not things children... no... these are things that should not exist for any more reason than to hunt for food! His father said, the anger in his voice growing with each word. I have warned the both of you to never touch these swords, not because they are precious but because they are dangerous! Men are killed with these, and the only ones who should ever touch them are killers themselves. You two, as long as you bear the Lancaster name, shall not degrade yourself to killers for any reason. ANY! Turning away from them, he placed the weapons back in their respective sheaths and stood with his back turned to them. If you understand, out.
The two children stood, both making their way quietly but quickly out of the room where their father stayed for the remainder of the evening. In the room he sighed, sitting himself in a chair and staring at the two swords he had taken from them. They have the potenial to be great swordsmen... He thought, and while many years ago he would have been proud and excited at the thought of having children who would take after him he was far from happy now. When Ariadne was swelling with Eamonn, he quickly wanted to abandon his past and sold almost everything he owned to both friends and strangers, getting enough money to take a boat with both himself and his wife her, where he found the most secluded place he could to raise his family. He didn't want his children growing up with either knowledge of his past, or the people he was connected with. He wanted them to live freely, and most of all happy. Yet blood calls out so strongly... must they follow my own tracks? He wondered, knowing that even with his own determination to sway them from the path of the sword that they would one day not be under his control and would be free to proceed with that path. At least... no, I pray it never come to that. He thought, closing his eyes and resting to the blades upon his knees.
Leaving the room, Pyralis went immediately to her and Hallia's room, Hallia not yet old enough to have her own room, and Eamonn went outside. It was outside that he ran from the house and towards the plains. He continued to run, past the plains until he reached a spot of the valley where he knew he would be undisturbed. He stood alone within a patch of trees, and by a small pond of water, a private oasis that he had discovered one year recently. It was his place of thought, and private training, the bet of creating free-willed fire still on, and the one place he knew he could go should he not want to be discovered. It was in this oasis he dropped to the ground, holding his angrily throbbing cheek and glaring at his reflection in the pool. FOOL! He shouted at the reflection, with that one shout releasing but a portion of the anger he felt. swiping at the water, he stood abruptly and turned towards one of the many trees, pulling his knee up towards his chest and thrusting in a flowing motion at the trunk, kicking the three hard. He continued to do so until his leg began to hurt, and the exhaustion set in. It was then, something large fell from the tree and landed on his head.
Oof! He fell, with the object, and landed on his back with his eyes shut. Opening them, he glared at the tree. Is there not a single person alive who doesn't wish to hit me!? He shouted at the tree, standing up and looking about the ground for whatever it was that had fallen on him. When he found it, the anger slowly disappeared, and an idea formed in it's place. Reaching down and picking it up, he held the branch in his hands and examined it, the shape of it and the way it curved reminding him of the sword he had chosen not long ago as he and his sister faced each other. Fine! If I can use one of his, I'll make my own! He thought, determined to ignore his father's threats. When he held the sword in his hand, it felt as if it had belonged there, like a piece of the puzzle that had been purposely hidden and when placed back fit perfectly. Kiros may not have wanted him to have a sword, but Eamonn, at this point, didn't care and was determined now to go against him. I'll carve you and train myself to be a swordsman. I'll prove to my father that not all swordsmen are murders!
With the thought in mind, he plopped down and pulled a small carving knife from a pocket within his pants and set to work on shaping the blade as he saw fit. He did not stop until he had finished, and when he had all he could do was smile at the wooden sword he had made. I'll start tomorrow! He thought, setting the item by the tree as he was leaving the oasis. When he returned home, his father was still in his study and Pyralis was wearing a bandana as a mask. Their mother was silent about the matter, already aware of what had happened, and Hallia looking nervously between her family members unsure of the thick tension between them.
I should have listened...
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 6:31 pm
 Come on! We'll be no where near ready for the competion next month if we can't keep up the pace! Gripping the wooden sword in his hand harder, Eamonn shot forward, sword held in front of him and raised high, and brought it down sharply and swiftly upon Pyralis' own sword, who in the strike knocked the blade away and went in for an attack of her own. Seeing the counterattack, Eamonn spun on his feet so he narrowly avoided the blade. Behind his sister, he struck out once more with the flat of the blade and hit her side. Better yet, why don't we work on defense... He sighed, disappointed at how easily he had penetrated her defenses and struck her. He speed, strength, and ability to parry were all amazing, or so he thought as they rivaled his own, but whenever he avoided her counterattack he found that she left herself wide open for attack. It was during these openings he would knock her down.
Yeah well, up yours, it's not like their gonna know how I fight! Pyralis shot back, rubbing her side with one hand while her other gripped her own wooden sword tightly. Looking at her makeshift sword, the difference between it and his own was great. While he shaved and sanded his down so it was built more for speed and slashing, he found that his sister had cut her own for both reach and attack. While she was able to wield the blade, he thought it and unruly and slow weapon that would have annoyed him to use. Yet he said nothing about it, or the fact that the weapon was an inch taller than Pyralis, whom was now twelve and standing as tall as five feet.
It had been over three years since that day in the oasis he had decided to train himself in the ways of the sword, and over two since his sister had discovered him practicing. And yet, rather than turning him in to their father, in turn probably disowning him, she instead pleaded, for the first time ever, that he let her join him. Since than a routine between them started. They went about their days almost like usual, but every afternoon after chores they would slip out of the house and back here again, where they would immediately pick up their makeshift weapons and begin sparring. They evaluated each other on their forms and techniques, developing different ones due to their weapon, and privately studied books that spoke of different arts of the sword so they would have a knowledge to get around them should they cross anyone using said arts.
In that time they were careful to come up with excuses for what they were doing, Eamonn's being he was working on a special project, or hanging out with friends, Pyralis' being similar but often much more detailed. It was also during this time Eamonn had matured from his childish side and become much more calmer, thinking things through logically and ignoring the times his sister would jest or attempt to get on his nerves. Lately though the two had been so engrossed in what they did that they hardly did, but Pyralis' short-temper often led to her verbally attacking Eamonn, though his reply would always begin and end with a sigh.
They were however, both excited and on edge, for a few months ago they learned of a gathering of swordsman that would have a tournament of sorts to test their skill and see who was the better swordsman. It was also much like a salon in the sense that it was a way of conversing with others ike themselves. Learning of this the brother and sister quickly picked up the pace within their own training, wishing to join them. They were concerned, at first, of their own father going to this for old times sake but when Eamonn mentioned it Kiros merely remained silent, his expression passive. "I will have nothing to do with the sword any longer." He said, and Eamonn was relieved as he translated it into I have no intention of going. Meaning both he and Pyralis were free to go. The only thing left to do was wonder what they would tell their father after the tournament. Should they win, or come close, or if there were spectators they would risk news reaching their father. So, a few days away, it was decided they would tell their father of their secret sparring at the oasis, and how they had decided to take up the sword with or without his consent.
I wonder... Eamonn thought, questioning just how they might do in a fight against actual swordsmen and women. It was possible that the siblings were deluding themselves in believing they could last a chance against professional fighters. Yet they wanted to give it a try anyways, to see just what level they were at and how far they could go. It was decided that if either one of them lost within their first or second round, or if they even failed to make it to the semi-finals, that they would give up the aspiration. But should they make it, or even win, they would attempt to convince their father to teach them himself. However, as Eamonn watched his sister test swing her sword, he began wondering just how well they would fare. Alright, Pyra, let's get back to training. Eamonn sighed, getting into an offensive stance once more.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 6:43 pm
This is it... Eamonn thought, his heart pounding and palms sweating. Wiping them off on his shirt, he crossed his arms and switched his weight over to his other foot. Beside him, from the corner of his eye, he could see Pyralis nod. Although her expression was closed off, like his own, he could see the mixture of excitement and anxiety behind them. Or maybe it was his own anxiety that was reflected from her eyes. Raising a hand he patted her shoulder, nodding his head in the direction of a small stand that had been set up. Let's go.
The month had passed quickly, and in that short time the two had worked rigorously. Now, that they were here, they had decided that under no circumstances could they allow themselves to be defeated. If we do this, we go all the way/ They vowed two nights before, the previous day spent resting at home so they would be ready today. Now, registered, all the two siblings had to so was wait for their own turns to come up. During the time between the matches, their own at least, they watched the other participants.
Pyralis Lancaster! At the call of Pyralis' name he could feel his sister stiffen up beside him. She looked like a nervous wreck now, arms shaking and the wooden weapon on her back suddenly looking larger. Probably feels heavier. He thought, giving his sister a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Go on, and remember what we promised. She nodded, gulping before moving forward and stepping into the ring that had been drawn into the dirt. As she did he sighed, the competitors were all good, from what he could tell, and showed years of practice. Watching them the doubt both he and Pyralis had been feeling increased a great deal. They weren't quite so sure if they would progress as far as they thought. They were feeling less-confident, but at this point they had nothing to lose. Other than some humility. Yet, hardly paying attention to the match because he was caught within his thoughts and trying to calculate their chances, the cheers brought him out of his thoughts. Pyralis wins!
Looking up, he could see his sister look dumbfounded, the sword gripped in one hand loosely with her other hand gripped in the hand of the man who had taken it upon himself to direct and MC the event. Moments later when she came back down next to him Eamonn placed his hand on her head and ruffled her short red hair. 'Grats. He said, his sister still looking dumbfounded by her own success. I won.
The two progressed through the tournament, winning their rounds with less trouble than they expected. Their winning streak had earned them a quick reputation as the undefeatable siblings, but the streak ended in the semi-finals when Pyralis lost against someone she was unable to keep up with. A shame, maybe next time. The victor told her, his greenish-silver hair pulled back into a tight french braid. Something about his eyes had unsettled Pyra, and from where Eamonn stood he could feel the same thing. His movements were unpredictable and quick, and yet there was something fluid and graceful about that as if every move he performed was planned out ahead of time. It was as if he were the exact opposite of Pyralis, his movements were, although quick in their own way, were predictable and far from graceful. Still she managed to fight, and make it thus far. I just hope I don't have to fight against him. Eamonn had thought as Pyralis returned by his side, her expression reflecting her own defeat and disappointment. Cheer up. Eamonn said, You made semi-finals. Had you made finals it would have been me, and than you really would have lost. She didn't find his comment comforting or funny, and retaliated by trying to kick his shin with all her might. When that failed, Eamonn simply stepping out of the way chuckling, she proceeded to trying to beat him with the stick, which had been cut in half by her previous opponents sword.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 1:38 pm
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 1:40 pm
Reserved for even more later use
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 4:24 pm
Them... they saved me... without them I would be...
Let me go! Eamonn demanded, struggling to break free from the iron grasp that held him against a chest, that although hot and clearly belonging to that of a human seemed to be made of some harden material. He turned his head and glare at the one restraining him, but when all he saw was a dark skinned chest he looked up and his mouth dropped when he saw the man holding him. Eamonn himself, as young as he was, was already six feet tall. This man was at least seven, standing more than a head over Eamonn. Looking down he saw that the man was barefoot.
In response to Eamonn's looking down, the man chuckled, a deep and rumbling chuckle that the red-haired man could feel resonating throughout his body. Just as long as you don't enter the water, don't want to wake Beastie up. The man had a thick, heavy accent that was unfamilar to Eamonn. The way he pronounced his words were odd, although understandable to Eamonn. The man let Eamonn go, his iron grip on his arms disappearing and Eamonn, having not focused on standing but been supported by the strange, large man. He fell, landing with an oomph on his behind. The man behind him let out a booming laugh, that made even Eamonn jump, scrambling to his feet and turning around so to face the man. Who are you? Eamonn asked cautiously, staring at the man with clear suspicion. He saw the man's eyes look past Eamonn's shoulder and shake from left to right, it was a reminder, for Eamonn, that someone had delivered a flying kick to his chest, which knocked him into the man. At the memory, his chest aching in response, he whirled around to see a small woman looking up at him. Her expression differed a great deal from the man behind Eamonn, who was grinning a wide and bright white smile. She, however, had a stern expression with piercing golden eyes that seemed to watch him with such intensity it was like having a staring contest with a large beast. Except... in place of where her ears should have been, were to small wings protruding from her head.
They were the last things he saw of her before she grasped his shoulder and arm, with surprising strength, and whirled him about, smartly jabbing the palm of her hand into his back and causing him to stumble forwards. The man caught and steadied Eamonn, giving the woman a reproaching look before looking down at Eamonn. Sorry 'bout that, short temper that one. He said, grinning to show that he was good-natured. Eamonn felt even more unsettled by it, not liking the position he was in. It had been days since he had eaten, weeks, or maybe also only days, since he'd bathed, and the past few days since leaving the cabin in the field of flowers. He had not even a fraction of his original strength, and should these two wish to kill them they could probably do so with such ease it would have been no different had they tried to kill a babe. In fact, he may have no resistance, so easier.
The man frowned when he saw that Eamonn was showing no sign of easing up, and he looked past Eamonn to the woman who had attacked him. Tashio, go back to the caravan and tell the others we have a guest, to prepare water for a bath, fresh clothes, food, the whole picnic. From behind Eamonn he heard a sharp escape of air, a sign he took that the woman, who was apparently called Tashio, did not like the fact that her name had been given away, or even that she was being told to prepare for taking him in. She didn't argue, and with one final scowl at Eamonn she turned and dashed away, running along the lake and towards, what Eamonn had not seen before, a series of large tents and people moving about. While he was turned, he heard the deep rumbling of the man speaking. Turning around, the man was smiling once more. Name's Ranunculus, friend, nice to meet you.
Eamonn settled surprisingly quickly in the caravan, taking his time to learning the names of it's people, children and adults alike. Most of his time was spent with Ranunculus and Tashio, having been given the responsibility to helping them with protecting the caravan. Luckily enough he had his daito with him, claiming that he felt more comfortable wielding it over the sword Ranunculus tried to hand him. He fitted in, with these people, but not so much fitted in as they accepted him. A couple of times the topic of his past was brought up, but a weak smile and a shake of the head from both him, and Ranunculus who always seemed to be nearby, put an end to the question.
Eamonn also began training once more, his opponent more often, than not, Tashio. Tashio was one of a kind, a rare race from distant lands over the sea, who own village was hidden deep within sacred mountains. He people specialize in combat, wearing light clothing but specializing in speedy, efficient attacks that could put their opponent out of commission before they even realized what happened. Tashio proved her point to Eamonn, practically dancing around Eamonn who was useless against her speed and sharp attacks. She wielded but a cane, but the sharp and glancing blows she dealt welted, bruised, and caused much pain that sometimes kept him from sleeping at night. Her real weapons were a pair of identical steel short-swords, built thin and meant for slashing quickly, but useless if used to block a strong attack.
Ranunculus, on the otherhand, wielded a great, black-metaled scythe that proved to be the same weight as a grown man. He twirled and swung the scythe as easily as Tashio her cane, and Eamonn his daito, and when sparring with Eamonn he took up a great staff that proved almost as dangerous as his own weapon. Ranunculus himself avoided the topic of where he came from, simply stating that the place he hailed from was one that was as hot has hell, making the Kaladen desert seem like a winter season for him.
Ranunculus was in his thirties, his skin was as black as night but his eyes, hair, teeth, and even nails were so white it was as if someone had painting him. He was a heavily built man, ripped completely and muscles looking like one had chiseled them in. He, in fact, did stand over seven feet, approximately 7'4", weighing over 250pds. He was a humorous man, with a kind heart and a fair mind, settling disputes when he saw them and seeing to equal distribution of food. He cared a great deal for the people around him, and despite his frightful weapon claimed that he did not like killing. In fact, he considered himself a pacifist whom fought only because he was raised to do so.
Tashio, on the otherhand, was just barely a little older than Eamonn, but a few years, her own skin slightly tanned from working under the sun. She proved to have legs made of steel, and when she demonstrated her rushing and acrobatic abilities Eamonn was left open-mouthed with surprise. When he inquired about the wings, she explained that they acted much like ears, sensing vibrations in the air and even changes in the wind. One day she blindfolded herself and effectively went toe-to-toe with Eamonn, telling him later that his skills with a sword were still rough when they were done. Despite her serious expressions and way of doing things, she proved just as kind as Ranunculus when it came to the caravaners, and at times even Eamonn, the two on occasion sitting alone and speaking about whatever came to them, if they spoke at all. Indeed Eamonn would have considered her a woman he would have been lucky to love, had it not been for a feeling of remorse for his sister, the trauma of that night still etched deep into his mind.
[Going to add some more... and yes, I know, the image of Eamonn has green eyes, not red, but don't mind that. ] [ Tashio & Ranunculus]
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