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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:14 pm
Fael stepped off the boat. The Kingdom was completely different from the United Empire. The same nautical smell lingered here in Naplan as in the Garrion Capitol. When his feet touched solid ground, it brought him great comfort, he had discovered something about himself on the boat ride. Fael hated boats with a passion. Feeling kind of woozy, he would later learn the sickness he felt was called motion sickness, but for now it just sucked. Looking up, Cherch peered down at Fael, somewhat angrily, "From this point on, you are a concubine in-training, and while you will not be working for the temple, I still must teach you all the essentials, and with all this known, here is your first task to complete under my tutelage." A pale yellow envelope was placed in Fael's young and unexperienced hand. "Go to that address, and pick up a sword for me, bring it back to the temple, by the time you return, everything will be ready for your arrival." Fael nodded, subconsciously, he noticed how rejective and distant Cherch was. "I will be going," Cherch said. The young garrion had been left to fend for himself, after opening the envelope and ascertaining the address, Fael found his way there via questioning and queries, he reached the blacksmith's residence. A slight rap on the door would announce his arrival. Standing on the doorstep, Fael would await reply.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 7:13 pm
Szilard was in the back working the anvil so he did not hear the knock, but August heard it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to answer it or ignore it. The boy didn't really want to put down his A Most Simple Guide to Government in the Kingdom as he'd finally gotten past the stuffy introduction and into the juicy parts. Well, as juicy as a topic such as government could be.
He really didn't want to. If he didn't, and it turned out to be a client, Szilard would stare him down and force him into repenting somehow, or worse, restrict his visits to the library. That really would be unacceptable and he'd be irritable for days. He push his glasses back into place. He sighed after a moment of thought, marked his place in the slim book and hopped off the chair.
August walked to the front door and stared at it angrily for moment before reaching up with his short arms on his tip toes. Curse this small body! He turned the knob, pulled and almost stumbled as the door swung open.
His glasses fell out of place again, so he straightened them. August faced the person on the steps. Garrion?
"Yes?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 7:35 pm
Fael panted, he had been overexerting himself in search of this place, and now he had found it. A small common boy opened the door for Fael. Inside the letter, instructions were given describing what to do. "I'm gonna need Szilard the Blacksmith," Fael said cautiously. The mission was to retrieve a temple sword that Szilard had been commissioned to refurbish. The boy tapped his foot, hopping this young common boy could lead him to where he needed to go. Although he did not know Cherch well yet, he feared that failing in such a simple task would not be tolerated. Him and the boy were standing eye to eye for the most people.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:39 pm
August paused a moment in thought. Szilard had specifically told him how to treat guests or clients after an incident in which he slammed the door in some poor man's face. Even now he insisted that the man had it coming. Stupid man and his creepy smile. Now, if only he could remember what it was...
Something about knowing who he was first because kicking the guest out. There was a manner in which he was supposed to say it, but he didn't really want to bother remembering that much for someone who looked nearly as young as he was. Well, he had the general idea so he went with it. Pushing up his glasses he demanded,"Who are you and what do you want with him?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:00 pm
The young Garrion was taken aback, what a fiercesome young boy, he thought to himself. Clearing his throat, and taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Fael replied decidedly, "I am here on my master's behalf, in order to collect a Mah'Paralo artifact, which your master was commissioned to restore." Fael breathed excited after saying all that, he basically repeated, for the most part, what Cherch told him to say. Scratching his head, he couldn't help but think he forgot something in his eagerness. Fael spent the better part of a minute thinking before realizing, "oh and I am Fael, concubine in-training for the Mah'Paralo," he added in excitedly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:26 pm
August didn't really understand a thing the Garrion said. It irked him. He was going to need to spend some more time at the bookstore to enlighten himself. He did recognize the gist of what Fael was saying, though. It caused to him remember Szilard's comment this morning about expecting a Garrion client, so he was supposed to be polite. It would be a good exercise for tolerance Szilard had noted. It seemed a little late for that, though. I can start practicing now.
August then decided to see how well he could act. There was a first time for everything, after all. He gave Fael a small smile and nodded his head. "Ah, I see. So sorry about that. I didn't mean to be so rude. I don't have 'greeting' down yet. I'm not used to answering the door. Forgive me. I'm August, nice to meet you."
The boy stepped back into the hallway and waited for Fael to step inside.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 7:32 pm
Fael slid inside the common's home, it was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to August's cold and insensitive personality, however he was putting on a good front now, seemingly kinder and warmer. It did well to fool the young garrion, Fael was quite pleased at the change in August's demeanor. Looking about, he decided it would be better to talk to the young boy, if for no more reason than to segway the interval between his arrival at the master's forge, and now. Awkward silence was well... awkward. "It's quite alright, we're all just learning the ropes of life, no?" A bright smile accompanied Fael's encouraging words, but unlike August's words, these were legitimate and not glib. Tapping his foot again, he eagerly awaited the young common's directions to the forge, and the end of this visit. Something about this boy was unsettling, but Fael couldn't place his finger on it, so he continued his waiting... waiting.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:56 pm
When Fael stepped inside, August closed the door with a soft click. Had it been any other day, he would have either left to door open for someone else to close or let it slam. It was today, though, and today August had decided to be polite. He slightly missed the satisfying slam the door made, though.
"Of course. We never stop learning, right? Even about life," August replied with, what he believed to be, a charming smile. He really didn't know how to 'cheerfully' smile. Sneers, smirks and grimaces were more his forte.
He led the way towards the kitchen and the back door that led into the forge. "Even with the airing in the forge, it might be a little stuffy," he commented before proceeding to open the door.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 6:45 pm
Fael shuffled awkwardly, he hadn't exactly planned for all this interaction with anyone except the boy's master, he hadn't factored in interaction with the forge master's charge. The young garrion nodded, the statement was something he could agree with. Fael would remain vigilant, and active forever learning in the name of his mission, and help the Garrions as a result. Every since Fael could grasp the concept of 'patriotism', Fael had always been proud to be apart of the garrion, hence the joy he received from carrying out his mission. Listening closely, Fael surmised that he would have to try harder to minimize his time here, it wasn't helpful to the mission. Therefore he would expedite all his interactions with curt brevity, allowing Fael to move along with his mission. "Good to know. Lead the way," Fael blurted eagerly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 4:34 pm
August internally cringed. It had only been a few minutes since the 'conversation' had begun, and his patience was already running out. The enthusiasm, the naivete, the eagerness for who knows what was wearing him thin already. He mentally made a note to improve his endurance with other people, it wouldn't do to lash out whenever he got tired of people.
The child eagerly opened the door to be rid of Fael and his nauseating brightness. Once the door was blown wide open, wisps of smoke and the smell of sulfur wafted through his nose. He wrinkled it in disgust. August always hated being in the forge and he avoided it at all costs. The familiar clanging of metal on anvil assaulted his ears and his brain began to rattle around his brain.
He briskly walked to Szilard's side, uncaring if the garrion followed. The old man was dressed in a leather apron, gloves and metal mask, hammer in hand. He continued to work the metal as if he had not noticed the pair walk in. August bit back a sigh before he gave the edge of Szilard's apron a sharp tug. The blacksmith paused to look down. He put down the rapier he had been working along with his hammer and took off his mask.
"What is it, boy?" he demanded. August merely pointed behind him. Szilard looked and raised his eyebrows. He obviously did not expect a young garrion boy to be standing in his forge, in priest clothes no less! Szilard was more familiar with garrion warriors as they tended to look less...strange.
Szilard wrinkled his brow in thought. He mentally listed off any Garrion priest clients. "Ah. 'Ol Cherch sent ya, eh?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 8:46 pm
The putrid smell of burning metal filled the air around Fael, and almost instantly the young Garrion's nose wrinkled in agony. Without really thinking, he reached up and pinched it tight, hoping no more of the noxious fumes would invade his sensory system; needless to say, Fael had quite enough of that. Quickly shuffling through the door, Fael's grip tightened on his nasal passage, at the heart of the forge, the smell was the worst. However Fael did enjoy the warmth the forge provided, the heat literally embraced the concubine in-training, his black wings fluttering slightly, feathers rustling.
Goosebumps.
The clang of the metal, ringing in his ears gave Fael goosebumps. Feet sliding horizontally, Fael allowed August to speed past him to his master's side. Woah and easy there came to mind, but the awkward garrion wouldn't say either, instead beginning to talk, but stopping short, releasing his hands from his nose, and trying again. "Y-yes, Cherch sent me here to pick up..." Fael stopped speaking, gasping for breath, the air in the forge was heavy and weighed down upon him. Slowly Fael gathered himself and looked about, finding the rapier, he continued "...to pick up that rapier right there." A slender finger jutted out forward to point at the ornate rapier. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take it now if it's done," he said decisively, hoping to get away from the forge's harsh conditions, and the impending awkwardness of more interactions with other living beings.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 11:17 pm
Szilard nodded in understanding and ambled towards the shelf of finished pieces. He retrieved the rapier, pausing to admire it's handiwork before walking over to the young Garrion and handing it to him. It seemed to Szilard that the poor child was suffocating under the unrelenting air of the forge. Even with the forge missing a fourth wall to air out the fumes, it still wasn't enough.
"Ah, 'ere yeh go, then. Tell yer master to polish it often ta keep the shine," he instructed. "Yeh can exit through the back. Get some fresh air in ya." He jerked a thumb towards the opening near the furnace behind him partially covered by a blank canvas." Without waiting for a reply, he donned his mask once more and returned to attending to his forge.
[[OOC]] : Feel like we should conclude in the post or two?
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 1:50 pm
[[OOC]] : I think your post after this one would be fine to conclude our arepee :]
The young garrion smiled as he reached out both of his arms, embracing the sacred Mah'Paralo artifact, despite his lack of understanding about what exactly made it so 'sacred.' Taking down a mental note, Fael decided it would be a good thing to ask Cherch about. Nodding, he replied to Szilard, who was kind of intimidating with his mask on, "thank you, I'll pass on message." Eager to leave behind the harsh conditions of the forge, Fael scurried to the exit that Szilard had mentioned only moments ago. However not before waving to August saying, "goodbye, it was nice meeting you." Fael coughed for a good few minutes, even after leaving the forge, hopefully Cherch wouldn't send him back there, ever, ever again. The sun beat down on his face, high in the sky, it must've been about noon. When he arrived at the temple, after squaring away the sword with Cherch, he would have to find his quarters, and sleep for a good deal of time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 2:51 pm
August silently watched Fael exit the forge. “Farewell,” he called just before the last slip of cloth from Fael's outfit whipped around the corner. If he didn't return the sentiment, it was no fault of his own. He simply could not connect with others well. He breathed a sigh of contentment. Fael's enthusiasm had slightly exhausted him. He vowed to train his tolerance for others in the future, it was unacceptable to think that he could not even handle this one little thing. August stared out the canvas opening for a moment.
Apparently, it had been a moment too long for Szilard had paused in his metalworking. “Ya ain't thinkin' 'bout ways to chop limbs off, are ya, August?” he warned softly. August turned to stare at Szilard for a moment in confusion. He shook his head. “I'm going to read,” he announced and promptly left the forge. If he was lucky, he might finish the book before sundown and be able to request a trip to the bookstore for a book on Garrion religions. If the bookstore had any.
FINISHED!
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