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 Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 10:19 am
 Ͼ ɍ ӱ s t ȃ ȴ ȴ ɨ ȵ ɘ ~ M u ȿ ῐ cThe tale of the hopeless________________________________________________________________
It's a town. A sad, dilapidated town reeking of animals. The air is dry, and everything is quiet. Hushed. Buildings are in shambles, with eroding stones scattered here and there. But it is nothing more than expected. People hurry around,their eyes always flickering to the ring of darkness that threatened to come closer. To destroy their small, sad haven. Yet, hope still burns inside the people's hearts, if not dimming, if not dying. A small crystal, no bigger than three fingers hangs in the air. It emmits a pure clean light, and every time someone passes it, they could feel waves of peace and safety and beauty rolling of it.
But it is dying. Dying like every other little shard and splinter that is out there. That is what three seemingly unimportant young men and woman had come to fix. Whether or not they will prevail rests in the hands of the gods.
Let the quest begin.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:12 pm
  A man sat alone at a small, roughly-made table, silent with a straight face in the midst of raucous, drunken men. He clenched his empty mug in this dank and dusky tavern that he often came to - one of many in the city of Lumiere. His knuckles turned white in irritation. The obnoxious laughing of these men made it so hard for him to concentrate on nothing. Today had been a bad day - thoughts of Osia had spread like wildfire through his mind until they grew into memories of her touch, the taste of her mouth, the scent of her skin... Of course he couldn't blame these men for wanting a moment of release from the world outside these walls, a world where death could be, and often was, lurking behind every corner, but he was sure having a hard time staying under control.
"Oh, Tybalt, what's wrong?"
He looked up at the sweet voice, angry at himself that he'd allowed the pain to show up on his face. The two girls who worked here, daughters of the tavern proprietor, no doubt, sat in front of him, graying aprons askew. He knew them quite well, though never allowed himself to learn of their names, for fear that he'd become drunk one night and call one of them to bed with him. They were so young, hardly of age, and he didn't want that to happen, no matter how attractive they were. The two knew him, though, and liked his habitual presence, as he'd rough up the drunks whenever they made a rude remark about either them, or just women in general. Somehow they had miraculously learned of the story of his fiancee's death, though he'd never told anyone in Lumiere of it. Word did get around fast, he was learning. Tybalt stood, leaving the mug on the table.
"Just tired from getting ready for the trip."
This was not completely a lie, he had been busy with all of that. The two, along with a few select other regulars at the tavern, knew that he was going out into the darkness with the other Seekers.
"In fact, I must be on my way if I'm to meet the others tonight."
As he walked away, the two girls looked after him miserably, never expecting to see him again - certainly not if he was going into the depths of black hell, that wilderness that reeked of murder, which he was going to. Nodding once, he exited into the painstakingly-bright light of day, even though, in these days, it was more of a depressing ashen gray. Light, still, compared to the tavern.
Quickly, Tybalt had made his way to the inn he'd been staying at for the fortnight he'd spent in Lumiere, gathered his few things, and went around back to saddle up Reyuna. Apparently, though, alerted by the an inn worker that he was leaving, the stable boy had already saddled his horse for him. Strange, the big city. He still couldn't quite get used to it. Adding his things to the small saddlebags, he left the inn, horse' hooves clip-clopping down cobblestone street. After taking some shortcuts down some dark alleys that had surely led to the demise of a few unfortunately wallets, he trotted up to a barracks-like building at the edge of Lumiere. The Seekers were to meet here, go a few hours East to some sort of stone shelter and spend the night there. Dismounting, he sat on the stairs of the building to wait for the others' arrival. Never wasting time, he removed his daggers one at a time, to sharpen each blade with smooth and swift movements, readying them for the plunge into some evils' heart.
(Please read this and tell me if the end is alright... I just made it up.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 6:05 pm
 { ζ }AVANYA { Ҝ }EURthe snake witch ~~~SHAttERED~~~  "Your heart."
"M-my heart."
"Yes..." The snake tail shifted against the dusty earth. The cobras at her hair turned their heads towards the quivering client, watching him carefully as if waiting for him to make a move. The Snake Witch turned her head, peeking at the edge of her hood as she caught the form of the man. The man was full of fear, clinging onto his shirt pocket. Her eyes seemed to brighten and her pupils turned to thin slits when she fully turned to the man. The shade slithered towards the human only stopping a foot away,"It is the price you have to pay." She rose her right arm to him and he gasped in fright only to reveal in her slender hand a small potion bottle,"Everyone has to pay a price." The snake witch slowly narrowed her eyes at the man before her, towering over him. She looked at the bottle that she held,"If you do not wish to pay me what I want then it is your heart that I shall take."
The human's lower lip quivered,"I plead a-again! Wait three more days and I shall have-"
"Silence." Lavanya hissed still towering over him,"I will not wait any longer for you. I have given you enough time." She watched the human fall to his knees and cling to the necklace,"Hand it to me and your prayers will be answered."
The man seemed to freeze before her at her words. Carefully, he turned his fearful eyes up at her.
Lavanya showed nothing to him. No emotion but her words were so soft. Her words were a delusion. Her soft calm tone was nothing but a veil that covered the truth. The emotion she put was fake but her words may not be unless he gave up something valuable to safe his own life. However, she knew what she was asking the same as taking his life. His human hope that allowed him to pray day after day that light will once again come. However, these kinds of humans also partially prayed for the harm of others. It was quite a sick thing.
"I-I can't. You don't understand! This is the only-"
"You have nothing else to offer me that will catch my interest. I will not wait any longer. Your heart or what you hold dear to your heart." She pointed the jewel he tightly clung to. She was sure inside of it was a splinter.
The man was silent. His desperate eyes turned down to the ground. He steadily pushed himself up and was in deep thought. His hand seemed to cling tighter to the jewel. His eyes turned up to the Snake Witch. Anger, hate, and greed reflected on his face when a fiery yell escaped his throat. He lunged forward with blade in hand.
Lavanya just watched him grow closer,"So...I shall take both."
The bloody blade slammed down on the wood. The fire crackled warmly in the small cave. A cave adorned with a few bottles, herbs, and a few craved tools. Red water spilled slightly out of the barrel when the woman's arms finally pulled out of it. The cobras hissed softly yet again but were quickly soothed by the woman's now clean hands. Lavanya looked at the cloak that was thrown to the side for now and turned to a used cloth. She cleaned the blade of blood and put it back with its sister. Her hand than grabbed at black hair that belonged to a pale human head. Lavanya threw the head out of the cave. The human body that lacked a heart. A warning to all to stay away.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 8:49 pm
The sword seemed to glow dully by the meager light of the shard. Stella clean it with a gray rag, after having sharpened it. For about the hundredth time, Stella wished for the coziness of her father's old forge. The memory of hanging around the forge had dulled, but the lessons her father had taught her had not. In fact, given the proper tools, she could probably make some good-quality weapons. Fire made her nervous, and any hammers or the like used to forge were all taken. The sword she had taken a year or two ago was still in very good quality, thanks to good upkeep. You're leaving tonight. That thought made her happy. Lumiere was not a bad town, no, but it was dreary. As she held up her sword to inspect it, she became aware of that feeling that the shard gave. A sense of hope, that the darkness would leave and you could go wandering in the forest with nothing more in mind than to just sit in the sunlight. However, as soon as she walked away from the glowing shard, reality was restored. That is not to say Stella had no hope, far from it. Still, as she walked to the meeting spot, and stared at the rotting buildings and dark eyes, it was a sad sight to behold. All the more reason to leave and help bring the light back. Stella usually lived in a small stone home near the edges of town, apart from the crowding that usually appeared near the center of Lumiere. It was livable, not neccesarily comfortable, and she wouldn't miss it. A small bag was packed, containing what few essentials she could scrounge up. It fit easily on her back, right next to her sword.
"Let's see...this way." In order to get there quickly (she feared she might already be late), she had to cross a few dark alleyways. The small thieves around here were harmless, even the bigger criminals could be swayed by the glint of a sword near their throat. Therefore, Stella walked without fear. The thieves knew who to rob and who not to rob. Not that they'd find much anyway. Finally, she noticed the thick building. It had the same falling-apart quality most of the buildings in Lumiere had. A dark figure was visible near the steps, along with a horse. Should I have brought one? Well, doesn't matter now. When she approached, he was sharpening his daggers. Well, at least he's not an idiot. "Are you one of the Seekers?" Stella asked simply. There was always the chance that this man was a drunk who simply needed a place to sit, or maybe a traveller who hadn't found the center of town yet. He's got good taste in weaponry, at least. Good daggers.
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XThe Lily Of The ValleyX Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:24 pm
Ω Sorin MarkovΩ   Pain, all he knew was pain, he had been growing numb to it recently it being a dull ache that he couldn't manage to get rid of. But he had to hold on, he didn't want to be completely consumed by the horror and the grief, he wanted to remain himself. It was already bad enough that sometimes he wasn't himself, in fact a lot of the time he was definitely not himself. He was more often someone else and that someone else liked to hurt people which was so very much unlike himself to do. But he couldn't help it because the other him was so much stronger and lacked the emotions necessary for any mental weaknesses.
However the dominant personality was quite obviously Sorin, and not the Shade for he stood staring woefully toward a small beacon of light. This was one of the small communities that gathered around a shard of the Melody in order to find themselves protection. Sorin couldn't bring himself to try to walk toward the light anymore, his eyes had become accustomed to the everlasting darkness. He hadn't a friend in the world out here, the Shadow disliked him but left him alone and the others feared and hated him. It was sometimes amazing to think that he still clung to the humanity that he no longer should have.
But Sorin had something that no other Shades ever had, something that could bring a person through the worst of times. . .Hope. The hope that someday he would be able to live a normal life free of this derangement, free of the mutations that the Shadow caused. But even with hope he still sometimes faltered and when he did the Shade was there more then willing to pick up the slack. While Sorin tried to help those poor souls forced to venture into the darkness the Shade preyed upon them. He hadn't a friend in the world, the only person he ever got to talk to was another Shade dubbed the Snake Witch.
She wasn't much to talk to either, she was sly and deadly as all the snakes in the world, the snakes that were apart of her body. Being that Sorin was still clinging to his humanity he doubted she cared to much for his company, but she was all he had out here. The humans and others would not have him, fearing and hating his kind was commonplace, and the Shadow just left him be. So in the end she was the only thing he had to talk to, even if she didn't like him or would rather like to kill him. But Sorin was too nice, he was a victim in all of this himself honestly, he hadn't asked to be fed impure water and be turned into a Shade.
He could see a familiar light flickering in the cave up ahead, he used his father's old farming scythe as a walking stick as he made his way toward the cave. He didn't know what kind of mood she was in, she may not like him very much but she was careful not to upset him to horribly. Because if she did the Shade would come out and the Shade got cranky when Sorin was upset since they sort of shared everything. Needless to say the Shade was a whole lot more unforgiving then Sorin could ever be, he was also a ruthless killer.
"Lavanya? Are you home Lavanya? It is Sorin, may I come in please?" Sorin spoke in a crackling voice. He sounded as though he had not spoken for a very long time which was pretty much true, it was quite amazing he remembered how to talk at all. He didn't often have a chance to speak to people, even when he was the Shade the Shade didn't talk very much. But though his voice was crackled and scratchy he still somehow managed to sound polite. Though most people would regardless find him most terrifying with his clawed hands, golden eyes, large wings, lashing tail, and scaly hide.
"I am sorry if I am bothering you Lavanya..." Sorin trailed off hoping that she would answer. Then again sometimes he wasn't sure if she was really here or not, he would usually get no answer and then simply walk away. He however noticed a fresh human head at the mouth of the cave so he imagined she was here or if not SOMETHING was here. He had been pretty much desensitized by his life out in the darkness so gore no longer made his stomach twist into painful knots. But he couldn't help but feel a little bit sickened, he was still trying to be human after all and any normal person would be too.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 1:25 pm
{ ζ }AVANYA { Ҝ }EUR the snake witch ~~~SHAttERED~~~ The piercing scent of human blood hovered in the air. Her tongue could smell it and the cobras at the ends of her strands of her hair hissed. The snake woman swiftly moved about the cave, searching. Her eyes moved quickly until she found what she had been searching for. It did not take long to find with those eyes of hers. She picked up several pieces of cedar wood and cradled them with one arm. She used her other hand to push the snakes to her back as she neared the small fire. The dry cedar wood would bring a bigger flame but also a soothing sent meant for relaxation or mediation. It would do the job of covering up the scent of blood. The blood on the cave's floor was covered with the dry dirt that she always covered the ground of the cave with.
After throwing in the cedar into the fire, Lavanya grew tense. Her eyes turned to the mouth of the cave as she slowly straightened and brought her tail closer around her in a coil. Someone was coming close to her cave. The woman reached behind her, feeling the snakes at her hair straightening up very alert. She could guess who her company was but none of the answers that she came up with were good. She had good reasons for believing someone threatening was coming. The man she had just killed suddenly grew to an important status after her help but she felt that he has not yet told anyone of her. He had told her to wait three days. Three days that would bring her death. She was sure he was preparing to kill her but he needed a story and trust. He was hoping that she'll let him live, thinking that she'll accept with this sudden new advantage in life. She was not a fool. She has learned from experience that to trust meant death. He was going to use those three days to plan a force to get rid of her.
The snakes hissed when the person neared the cave but the hissing settled slightly. That smell...Lavanya let her fingers slip from the guards of her weapons. She calmly shhed the snakes and whispered quietly,"...The senseless one has arrived..." She put finger at the mouth of one her cobras and it calmed. Slowly the others did as well. Lavanya eyes rose up as the sound of the young Shade's voice, asking if she was there. She cringed slightly at the sound of her own name. It was Sorin Morkov as he once told her. She knew it because she had given her full name as well when he asks for hers. She slightly regretted her decision. That was the name given to her when she was human, hearing it brought a slight pain that she could not explain. She was too used to being called Madam Snake or Snake Witch.
Lavanya debated to let him in or not. She was not a very social creature and the snake part of her showed that the most. Being part snake meant she easily displeased and grew tense at the company of others. It took her awhile to get used to seeing others, especially her clients...until she figured out how to use them for her own gain. However, Sorin was not human and it was probably clear to him that she did not like him. She often distanced herself from him. Her reason for not liking him seemed obvious. He tried to be human but that was not all. However, it was not just that reason. It was more than that.
She hissed when Soren pleaded again. She felt that pain again because she had not heard her name in awhile. It was only when he asked her name that she actually had to remember. Yes, that was why she greatly disliked him. He made her remember. She did not like to. It brought pain. Pain she did not want to think about. The problem was that she could not get rid of him. He was quite a threat.
Closing her eyes, took in a deep breath through her nose and exhaling quietly through her mouth, she called to him,"Markov, Sorin...Enter quickly before I decide my sisters do not want to see you." Her sisters was what she called at the cobras at her hair. Maybe that was where the rumor about her having many sisters when she was human came about. It is unknown. Lavanya never speaks of her past even when asked of it.
"When the moon falls, you shall be waiting till it rises..." She spoke softly. Her words were mocking him slightly. It was like her to warn him of his disgusting hope. The pain he was suffering was pain she felt was senseless to fight.
Lavanya then gestured for him to come closer. She then turned away from him and picked up a craved pencil that she began to sharpen. Once that done, she pulled out the heart she had taken from the man from the barrel filled with water and blood. She took the cloth from before and clean her arm and the heart. She held the heart up lightly and tilted her head. She then placed the heart down on the cave's rock. She pulled out a worn out journal from her bag and took the sharpen pencil. She began to draw the heart. It was something she always did after taking a victim heart. She drew it with whatever she had. She was very obsessed. She was often seen staring at it intensely for hours even. At times, she even put up her drawing all over the cave when she had nothing to do and sometimes she wouldn't notice that she had fallen asleep after staring for so long. There were other times where she would close her eyes and wait as if she trying to listen for something. She was usually the calmest when she was with the human hearts she collected. When she done with the heart, she burned them and watch them as they turned to ashes. All long as Sorin didn't touch her heart, she'll won't be bothered by his company.
"Tell me of your pain again." It was no unusual for her to suddenly ask this. She has been asking for quite awhile now. Her reason for saying this was something along the lines of "You will help me and I will help you."
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 7:33 am
Finishing his preparations for his trip, Lan had finished packing his bag with assorted fruits, vegetables, a blade sharpener for his sword, and a container for water. He looked around the inn room that he had been staying in for the past few days, making sure he left nothing important behind, after searching Lan decided that it was time to pay for his room and make his way to the seeker's meeting place. After paying the inn keeper and thanking him for the room Lan found him self lost in the city of Lumiere, walking in circles and finding himself in same place he was minutes before. After roughly two hours of being lost Lan decided to sit down and rest his tired feet, with a sigh he said "Hope i didn't miss the meet up. Then I'd be on my own for the whole journey, which wouldn't exactly be very fun." After a few minutes Lan rose to his feet, looked at the surrounding buildings and realized something, with a grin he quickly began a sprint through the many alleyways that were in the city. The thing he had realized was that he had found his way to the inn that he was at, this being a good thing because from here not only could he find his way to the meeting spot but he even knew a few short cuts to the place that would make it a quick trip as long as he kept his current running speed. After a 5 minute run through the city he found himself on the street that led to the meeting place. From where he was he could spot two people, one male and one female, and one horse.
A short walk later he had made it to the meeting spot and the two people. One was sharping his daggers and the other seemed to have just got here around a few seconds ago, both could be seekers or just a pair of travelers that ran into each other. Instead of standing there wondering Lan decided to ask them. "Are you two Seekers? If not then was there a group of people here awhile ago?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 2:47 am
Ω Sorin MarkovΩ
He knew also the nature of her business would often keep her away from her cave, then of course sometimes she may be dealing with a client. She always got really mad at him when he interrupted her out in the darkness, Sorin wasn't the easiest to look at. With his large leathery wings and his long tail that lashed back and fourth as he stood there waiting for a reply or simply more silence. Sorin often wasn't really amazed by the silence, it gave a him a pang of sadness but he was slowly starting to become numb to sadness. It was his humanity ebbing away even though he was holding onto it so zealously with all his might.
Then he heard what he usually heard if she was going to see him, he heard her speak his name in an odd fashion, or at last odd for him. Telling him to enter quickly before she decided that her "Sisters" didn't want to see him, and so he did, entering her cave quietly. "Thank you Lavanya..." Sorin spoke as he entered the cave then she spoke once again mocking him. He hadn't gotten the subtle hint but still his face fell, if it was possible for it to do so any further. Then she gestured for him to come closer to her, which he was a little surprised by and a little bit weary of since she wasn't the friendliest person.
He watched her begin to sharpen a pencil quietly before producing a heart from a barrel of water which dripped red water from it and her arm. She wiped it all off then held it up to examine it before she set it down and pulled out a journal and began to draw the heart. It was an odd thing to see here do, but he had seen her do such a thing once before so it wasn't all that odd to him. He was slightly curious about why she did such things, to someone like her one would figure she would see it as a waste. But then again he had the feeling she was a little bit insane every Shade, including himself sadly, seemed to be insane.
Sorin stood there quietly now being sure not to disturb her or her heart, kind of ironic when one thought about it like that really. He wondered if the reason she collected human hearts was because she had no heart of her own anymore and she may, deep down, envy those who do. Even Sorin sometimes wondered if there was even a heart left in himself though he held on to his hope. He wished that there was someway for him to get back to normal and then he wouldn't have to bother her anymore. He had once asked her if she knew of a cure, since she worked with alchemical things, he had hoped she would know something but she simply laughed in his face.
Then just as she always did she asked about his pain, he knew she would ask, it was kind of the toll he had to pay for being able to be in her company. "I think I am beginning to become numb to it...But it never really goes away...And the Shade is always waiting for his chance..." He watched her as the heart went up into flames, he often didn't really understand her sometimes not quite sure why he sought her company. It was more then likely because he never had anyone else to talk to and some company was better then absolutely no company at all. He had a feeling that eventually she would decide that she didn't want to talk to him anymore.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 10:01 pm
He'd heard the footsteps long before the voice, had already determined that the one approaching was female, for the pressure between foot and compacted dirt was noticeably lighter than an average male's. And before she could utter a word, Tybalt knew what she looked like. But this was simple really - all he had to do was look at her reflection in his gleaming dagger. Standing at her closer presence, the man examined her more closely - her sword: rather heavy-looking for a woman of her size, in his opinion, her bag: slack and quite empty-looking, and her clothing: every-day wear at first glance, but looking closer, it was thicker, like light armor in disguise. Strong, practical, intelligent. But, unfortunately, unless one knew him well, one would surely assume he was looking at her body. Tybalt was disgusted that it was true that it was what most men would have been looking at, sad that it was would women would have to assume. When she finally spoke, his gaze returned to her face, and, beside him, his horse, Reyuna, craned her neck around to look at the young woman. As she whinnied, Tybalt let his hand rest on her neck gently, grinning slightly when she began to snuffle the hair of the young woman, letting hot, horsey breaths mist over her head.
"Seeker, hm? That depends.... are you a Seeker, yourself?"
The joking note in his voice dropped off at the sound of heavy breaths and loud footsteps coming down the cobblestone street. Instinctively, he put himself between the woman and what he assumed was a threat, gripping his daggers expertly, his body tense. When he saw that it was simply a foolish boy, he scowled, but relaxed, and stepped aside. Quickly he hid his two daggers up loose cloth crevices, doing it so that none could say exactly where he was. Like a magician, Tybalt never gave away his secrets.
"Looks like we're all Seekers, then."
Dipping his head in a gentlemanly manner to the young woman, and nodding to the very young man, if he could even be called that, he said,
"I am Tybalt Sorle.
And then, to both of them,
"We'd best get going, or we won't make it to the shelter before sundown.
Although the world was considerably dark at all times, the sun was still noticeable, if dim. Turning to the two of them, he asked,
"And your names...?"
He began to shuffle things around in the saddle bags on his horse, making it clear that he, with or without them, would be leaving soon.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:21 pm
Stella grinned at the two other Seekers. "Name's Stella Strauss." The other two seemed competent, although Tybalt's eyes seemed to wander a bit. At least there doesn't seem to be anybody who will lag behind or be vanquished first. With an eye of a blacksmith, Stella regarded not their faces, but their weapons. She had already noticed Tybalt's daggers, and saw the handle of Lan's sword. It's probably a katana. The way that handle looks? Definitely a katana. Unless the blacksmith was drunk while making it. There wasn't anything else she could tell straightaway from it, and could only hope he knew a bit about swordfighting. Heaven knows we'll need it. "Oh, and by the way, Tybalt Sorle? Thank you kindly, but there's no need placing yourself between the female and the unknown stranger." Stella shifted her sword from her shoulder to her hands. "Believe it or not, I know how to use this." In fact, I might be able to lop his head off faster than you could. She added silently, returning the sword to its proper place.
No, she didn't have anything against daggers. They were great little tools if you had the strength to use them, but they just didn't carry the...the awe that a good, heavy sword did. Katanas' weren't too bad either, Stella admitted, but they were average as well. "Yes, we should get moving. The monsters might be more willing to attack if we're out there after sunset." Seeing Tybalt arrange the bags on his horse, she went through her bag one last time. The bronze shield that could deflect a good blow, but it was so hard trying to fight with only one hand on a sword. Then there was a small mace, which could be easily used in close combat, but she was not so well trained as she was with swords. In fact, it was rather hard to use a mace without looking like an utter fool. There were a few other small possessions there, a compass and a rough sketch of a map of the land (being that there was so few travelers, maps were terribly poor). "Alright, then, let's try to get to the shelter and try not to get attacked, shall we?"
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XThe Lily Of The ValleyX Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 4:34 pm
Tybalt, finished with his bags, mounted Reyuna with ease, resisting the urge to kiss the young woman's hand as he would normally do upon introductions. He decided she would probably prefer to skip such a thing. At her words, he said nothing. Truthfully, he could think of no reason why he should have to explain his actions - they were more instinct than anything, and as of late, he rarely even noticed when he did those things. The war horse took a few eager steps, but he stopped her movement with the slightest tug of her reins. The man turned his gaze to the boy, who hadn't yet said much, and then to this Stella who's eyes, at the moment were defiant and challenging. She would be a good fighter. With a nod, he spoke quietly,
"Seeing as I am the only one with a horse, I'll scout ahead."
With that, and a click of his tongue, they were off, leaving the other two in their dust - literally; there had been little rain in the last fortnight and, of course, the streets of Lumiere were very dirty.
Making their way through a hole in the large stone wall - the only informal gateway out of the city - they disappeared, trotting down a gentle slope and straight on. Reyuna's trot was the smoothest of all the horses he'd ever ridden, for she had been taught by the best - Ossia's father, whom he'd bought her from before even meeting Ossia. Her family had bred horses for centuries, and were still the best in the region, in his opinion. Thoughts of Ossia swarmed in his head and he pushed Reyuna into a gallop to rid his mind of them. The air sped by so fast that, in moments, his mind was refreshed and he was reminded of where he was. Immediately slowing down to a walk, he surveyed his surroundings. There was a light path that he'd been following, and it was quite obvious that anything lurking out here - and there were many things lurking - would prey along the path. But since it was the only clear way through the darkness, they would have to take the chance. From what he could see, there was nothing out there, but he knew that there would always be something in hiding, and they would have an encounter with that something more likely sooner than later.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 1:31 pm
Lan watched as the man whom had said his name was Tybalt ride away on his horse to scout ahead, listening to the clip-clops go down the cobble stone street, trying not to inhale the dust that his horse had kicked up when they headed towards one of the city's exits. Having a sense of some free time, no matter how brief, he decided to sit down and sharpen his blade. Removing from his bag the sharpening stone and removing his sword from its sheath, admiring the blade before sliding the stone along the blade, and continued to sharpen the blade. "My name is Lan, Lan Natsurai" he said while turning his head towards Stella.
He examined not the lady, but the weapons that she carried, he noted the heavy looking sword and a bag that most likely contained other objects. He looked back at his sword, grinning at the excellence of the blade that he held, and gave it one more stroke with the stone before putting it away. Using a cloth to shine the blade he then held it in whatever sun light that remained and let it shine before returning it to its sheath. "If I may ask, what made you want to become a seeker?" Lan asked hoping to make a conversation.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:03 pm
(The other two don't have free time... so I don't know where you got that... they're supposed to follow Tybalt out... he's just farther ahead, being the scout. Also, cool guy, we're trying to turn our guild literate, not just semi-literate, and although your wording and spelling and grammar is fine, that also means prettier posts. As I'm sure you've noticed, most of us have been doing that. With color, a different sized typing and an image, your posts will look quite professional).
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 4:35 pm
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XThe Lily Of The ValleyX Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 6:12 pm
"Well, a lot of the residents are either too scared to go out, or like us, they want to go out but know it would be suicide if they'd go out alone. But we all want to leave. So when I heard about the Seekers, I thought, hey, trying to save our country while leaving this sorry excuse for a village doesn't sound too bad, hopefully I won't get eaten along the way," Stella spoke her account of joining while following Tybalt, the self-proclaimed scout. "So what do you two do around here? Back when I was in my home village, I worked in a blacksmith with my father. Aside from being a merchant, that's probably the worst profession you can have right now. Sure, a few brave souls wanted weapons, but for the most part, we were running out of business (and supplies) fast. So we closed down, waited until our shard of light had nearly gone out, and hightailed it here. Now I'm a bit of a jane of all trades, I do a bit of farming, I look over the supplies we sometimes find, stuff like that." No, she didn't expect to hear about every crush and promise in Tybalt's or Lan's life-and she certainly didn't want to! Even her history of her life was barely more than a skim, she said nothing about her siblings (whom she still missed from time to time), and that horrible pilgrimage to Lumiere.
Stella walked, returning to the matter at hand. She'd lost sight of Tybalt and his horse but it wasn't a real brain-teaser how he could've gotten out of the city. The dirt on her shoes and lower trousers were nearly caked by now. The feeling was uncomfortable but bearable. Pride in appearance had spiraled downward when trading routes crumbled, now they concentrated on staying alive. As she exited, there was a sort of excitement. Many times she'd ventured out, but never very far, and only to get some 'fresh air', as many people called it. For a moment, she looked around in slight bewilderment: where had Tybalt gone? A light path (and several horseshoeprints) answered her. Her sword came out and she walked, ready to swing at a moment's notice. "Tybalt?" After walking some distance, she called quietly, listening.
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