The Noble, Mercenary, and Bandits [c]

[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 333 MUSE. --- NOTES. The bandits don't have to attack at the start of your next post or attack in your post if you don't want them to. Remember, this takes place two years ago. TAGS. Eden

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR “Alright, here’s the bounty for those bandits.” “Thanks,” Gairovald replied, taking a bag of bullions from an old man. A sense of weariness could be heard in the sixteen year old’s voice. “You doing alright son? You seem a bit pale.” The old man asked, worried about the boy. “I am a bit surprised you made it back, let alone killing all of those bandits. You weren’t hurt too badly were you?” “I’m fine, just a little tired,” Gairovald replied. “Well you did just kill a group of bandits by yourself; anyone would be exhausted after accomplishing such a feat,” the old man laughed. “Just take some time to rest, maybe down a few ales!” “It’s not physical weariness. I guess I am somewhat tired of fighting, but it is the only life I know. I guess I am just getting tired of the constant fighting. Ylisse is in chaos, the nobles fight amongst themselves, bandits pillage the country side, I can’t help but feel disappointed. So many lives could have been saved if we got our act together rather than fight over who gets the throne. Also, I’ll have to pass on the alcohol; I was told I should drink until I came of age.” “Uhh how old were you again?” The old man asked. As far as he could tell, the old man believed Gairovald to be someone within his twenties; young sure, but still an adult. “Sixteen, why?” The old man was speechless at Gairovald’s casual reply, as if a sixteen year old mercenary was common. “Anyway I have to go. I need to find a good inn before they are filled up; with the large influx of merchants coming in, I expect they will be full before long. If you ever have any more bounties, I’ll be willing to take them.” As he exited the building, Gairovald went in search of an inn. Meanwhile, just outside of town a group of bandits gathered outside, readying to raid the town.

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[Eden]

Eden had come a long way to this simple country town, donning her signature shining white armor. Her steed Cauchemar trotted next to her as the woman began to stroke his mane. Approvingly nuzzling her hand, the stallion excitedly buckled forward slightly, eliciting a smile and a soft laugh from the cavalier. Eden herself was holding her helmet in her free hand, exposing her long flowing green hair. She was here in search of information, she was willing to travel to the furthest outskirts of the land to find any scrap of information she could regarding the nefarious Grima and his worshippers, most recently she learned more of that cult, the Grimleal, who focused on an overzealous mission of bringing Him to life to bring about the end of the land as she knew it.

Of course, Eden would not stand for such an injustice. She sighed as she began to talk to the residents of the town, careful not to sound too stuffy - though her intimate eloquence seemed to leak out a bit too much at times. Eventually, Eden turned her gaze to the entrance of the town, actually, Eden took the back route to get here. In the distance she eyed a group of ruffians gathering outside the town, armed with weapons. The villagers close to the area began to retreat, naturally. Wincing and sighing, Eden donned her helmet. "Come now, Cauchemar. I believe we have a town to defend." Eden said as she hoisted herself up, getting on her mount. As Cauchemar began to trot in the direction of the bandits, Eden spotted a conspicuous figure with pale hair just leaving a house with a bag of bullion.

Eden approached the seemingly mature man. "You're a warrior, are you not?" Eden addressed the man simply, her tone was not condescending at all, in fact it was more of a simple, plain respectful one. "I believe this town will be besieged upon by bandits. Are you departing from the rear, or would you be willing to lend me a hand in administering swift justice on these dastardly ruffians?"

[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 412 MUSE. Music NOTES. ---. TAGS. Eden

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR With a heavy sigh, Gairovald drew his sword. “More pointless fighting,” he muttered to himself. “From which direction are they coming from? Let’s get this over with.” From his tone it was apparent that the countless battles have begun to take a toll. Gairovald was starting to become sick of everything, after all, he had just suffered a great loss, his entire mercenary group—practically a family to him. With a quick look, Gairovald noticed a group of bandits entering the town. “I better be paid for this.” Moving in without waiting for the girl that asked for his help, Gairovald provoked a bandit by throwing a rock. Coldly taunting the bandit, Gairovald purposely left a fatal opening in his stance, predicting that the bandit would attempt to use it. He’s physically stronger than me. I won’t be able to fight him directly under normal circumstances. However, by leaving the single fatal opening, Gairovald can predict the bandit’s next attack, dodging it. As the bandit leapt at him with an axe, Gairovald simply side stepped and counter attacked, striking the bandit on his axe arm—grievously wounding his opponent. As he prepared a finishing blow, Gairovald left another fatal opening. As the bandit switched hands and attempted a swing at Gairovald’s head, Gairovald ducked and thrust his sword at the bandit’s throat, piercing it. With a finishing swing, Gairovald slashed through the bandit’s neck, ensuring a kill. As the blood stained his black leather armor and cloak, Gairovald simply walked forward towards the bandits, a mysterious but sad strength could be sensed around him. It was this reckless unorthodox fighting style that allowed Gairovald to survive for six years as a mercenary. It was what allowed a thin boy to directly face enemies that he should not directly face. By risking instant death, he opens a path to victory whereas a more orthodox method would lead to a slow but guaranteed death. It was also the perfect fighting style for the current Gairovald. To those around him he looked like a man with a death wish, seeking a death on the battlefield. Perhaps he did seek it, Gairovald has been taking on more and more dangerous bounties. However, that was something that not even Gairovald truly knew. Was he really seeking his own death or something different? As he moved in with reckless abandon, more bandits came to notice him. Readying his sword, the merciless blood stained warrior descended into the battlefield.

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[Eden]

Eden simply looked at the man who groaned about something being pointless, but the woman couldn't completely hear. From his disposition, it would appear that he didn't really enjoy fighting. Eden sighed. She didn't necessarily take a pleasure in fighting either, but as long as there still lurked injustice, no matter how small, in this world, she would fight against it. As the man began to provoke a bandit with a rock, soon proceeding to cut him down using his own weaknesses to his advantage, at least Eden could tell - such a man with his physique would be, under all circumstances, be easily overpowered by the physically more able bandits. Yet, with dexterity and a precise degree of adaptivity, he was able to easily strike down the enemy. Eden shook her head and launched forward into battle herself, Cauchemar charging towards the bandit group.

Riding into the group of enemies already scattered by the man's attacking with reckless abandon, Eden effortlessly ran her lance through the first bandit she saw, pulling it out with a surprising amount of strength as the bandits began to try and cut at Cauchemar's legs. Raising his front two legs high in the air, Cauchemar also lifted Eden, which gave her the opportunity to drive her lance into an opposing bandit's shoulder, pulling it out and thereby crippling the enemy's axe-wielding arm. With said bandit falling over in pain, Cauchemar soon placed his hooves back to the ground, one of them crushing the fallen bandit's chest. Probably broke a bone or two in the process.

Eden showed no mercy against those who would dare slight or harm the innocent. Eden did not even bother to take notice of the other man who she had asked for help, she figured he could handle things on his own from here. Using the butt of her lance to swat away those who tried to set upon her, Cauchemar began to circle the general vicinity, with Eden carefully swiping her lance to the side of her to clear space between herself and the bandits. Slowly but surely, she was able to run through some of them with her lance. Remaining silent, she wondered about the sudden increase in banditry as she cut down the foul fellows.

[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 409 MUSE. --- NOTES. Feel free to stop Gairovald from executing the prisoner if you want. TAGS. Eden

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR Creating an opening by kicking the bandit in the face, Gairovald drew a hidden dagger and slashed the bandit across the throat. Noticing a second bandit coming at him from behind with a sword, Gairovald blocked the swing and sweep kicked the bandit, knocking him down, then pierced the bandit’s heart with his sword. Looking to the girl who recruited him, Gairovald noted her skill and strength. However, they were outnumbered. Noticing an archer preparing a sneak attack, Gairovald threw his dagger, striking the bandit in the shoulder. Immediately the Archer changed his target from the girl to Gairovald. Damn it I missed. Cursing himself for missing, Gairovald noticed another bandit charging at him and quickly slashed the bandit’s throat but left himself vulnerable against the Archer. The archer’s arrow pierced Gairovald, but due to the shoulder wound, the archer’s aim was off and struck Gairovald in the left shoulder instead. Drawing a throwing knife, Gairovald attempted another shot at the archer and struck the bandit between the eyes, instantly killing him. Pulling the arrow out of his shoulder and switching his sword from his left hand to his right hand, Gairovald prepared for the onslaught of bandits, but for some reason they began retreating. Something is not right. Taking out another throwing knife, Gairovald struck one of the retreating bandits in the leg. Walking to the wounded bandit, Gairovald turned him over and asked, “A sudden attack then a quick retreat while a large influx of merchants are entering the town? Something doesn’t add up so you are going to do the math for me.” “Drop dead bas—Argh!” The bandit replied as Gairovald stabbed him in the shoulder. Without saying another word, Gairovald simply drew another knife. “If you kill me you lose any information I may have,” the bandit replied. “So if you want any info you bet—Argh!” Piercing the bandit’s hand with the knife, Gairovald plunged it deeper into the bandit by stepping on the knife. “You’d be surprise at how much the human body can take. Don’t worry you won’t die, but you’ll wish you were.” “Alright! Alright! I’ll talk! We kidnapped some noble’s daughter and are holding her for ransom! Right now she should be on her way to our base in the mountains to the northwest—Argh!” Pulling his sword out of the bandit’s shoulder, Gairovald prepared his sword to pierce the bandit’s throat. “Now you have my permission to die.”

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[Eden]

Eden stopped galloping around on Cauchemar when she saw most of the attention was drawn away from her and onto the man who was on foot. It seemed they figured she was either too dangerous being on horseback, or that the swordsman managed to distract them. And he sure did, as Eden spotted him barely striking an archer in the distance with a throwing knife. Though before Eden could save the man from being hit by a charging bandit, he had already disposed of him. This had the unfortunate side effect of him getting hit by a stray arrow, and Eden was too far to deflect the blow herself. This time, the man somehow pulled the arrow from his shoulder (making Eden wince herself) and killed the attacker by sniping him with the knife. He must be very skilled and very tough to do that, Eden though. She would have to take care not to get on his bad side. But before either of the two could rout the bandits, they began to retreat.

Eden soon approached the swordsman who was interrogating a fallen bandit. He had been stabbed in the shoulder and eventually explained that his group had kidnapped some noble's daughter and was holding her for ransom. Eden cringed and looked quite verily mad. The pale-haired warrior had said that the bandit wouldn't die, but had quite obviously gone back on his word and prepared to drive his blade through the bandit's throat. Eden poked the sword with the tip of her lance. "That's too much! You've already crippled the man." Eden said, sighing. "We already got the information we require. This man can't fight back anymore with how you're brutalizing him.[/i]" Eden said, though for a split second she wondered if it was actually more merciful to kill him than to leave him alive like this.

So they kidnapped someone's daughter?! Who knows what's happening to her... Eden knew that she must save her. Make sure she's safe. She didn't really care whether she would get rewarded or not.

[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 207 MUSE. --- NOTES. ---. TAGS. Eden

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR "His wounds will eventually heal and he may very well continue as a bandit. If I kill him now, I'll be saving the lives of anyone he may kill in the future," Gairovald replied, his voice calm but anger was in his eyes. However, after looking at Eden a bit more, some past memories stirred and Gairovald relented. "Fine, but any blood the man spills from this point on will be on your hands," Gairovald said as he sheathed his blade. "Damn it, I was hoping to get some rest, but it looks like I have another job on my hand," Gairovald said as he pulled out one of his knives out of the wounded bandit, ignoring the man's screams of pain. Cutting a piece of his cloak, Gairovald used it as a make-shift bandage for the arrow wound he suffered earlier. "Well at least it should pay well." As he finished applying the hasty first aid, Gairovald slammed his foot in the bandit's face, knocking the outlaw out—making sure the bandit stays put for the proper authorities. Afterwards, ignoring proper treatment for his wound, Gairovald began walking towards the village's exit, towards the mountains and disregarding the fact that he should be seeking medical attention.

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[Eden]

Eden rubbed her forehead. "I believe in second chances. If I have to carry out the execution myself, then so be it," Eden sighed as the man sheathed his blade which elicited a sigh of relief from the woman. She looked ahead and ignored the man's seeming frustration towards the situation. He proceeded to knock the outlaw out by stomping on his face. Eden did not even look to see it at all. He began to walk towards the exit in the direction explained to them from the bandit. Eden sighed as she went along in the same direction wordlessly. Her silence was uncharacteristic, clearly she was not a huge fan of this man. After all, he seemed to be doing this more for the potential money that would come out of it rather than one's duty to a fellow man. Eden didn't care much for the pay, on the other hand. She was more interested in saving a life and preventing further injustices from occurring. Regardless of whether the mercenary would approve or not, Eden was tagging along. However, she said nothing. If the man had things to say, then so be it, but Eden was going to be coming along as well. Eden knew this for certain.

[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 339 MUSE. --- NOTES. ---. TAGS. Eden

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR As the two walked towards the mountains to rescue the noble's daughter, Gairovald frequently looked back to make sure that the green-haired girl was still behind him. Finally sure that she was planning on accompanying him, Gairovald told her, "You sure you want to do this? Back at the village, the archer that shot would was originally aiming for you; he only changed targets after my first knife. Besides, the battlefield isn't a place for the young." Gairovald was completely aware that someone his age would normally not be a mercenary. While he himself was young, he considered himself a sort of rare exception due to circumstance, with the mercenary life the only one he knew. And he was also completely unaware of Eden's actual age, believing her to be around his age. "I know I can't really say anything, being only sixteen myself. However, I spent nearly half of my life as a mercenary. It's the only life I know, and I will probably die as one. But for that very reason, it is not something that should be common among people our age. Judging from the way to spare lives, fight, and the fact that you were able to afford a war horse, I'd say you were born into a noble family. Unlike myself, who has no home waiting for them, you should have people who care and worry about you waiting for you to return." As night approached, Gairovald looked around noticed a small group of trees on a hill. Deciding that it was as good a place as any to set up camp, Gairovald placed his travel bag down and began preparing a campfire. As he started the fire, he looked at his arrow wound. It was poisoned wasn't it? Damn… Come on Gairovald, just a bit more. While the poisoned began to affect him, Gairovald showed no outward signs, focusing on the task at hand. He would try to bear the effects for as long as he could though eventually, it will take hold.

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[Eden]

Eden scoffed as the man told her that the battlefield isn't a place for the young. She had half a mind to scold him for his insolence, but upon finding out that he was actually aged sixteen, she decided to hold back her tongue and let him finish. "With all due respect, young sir, I'm twenty-eight. I'm almost twice your age. But that's alright. I'd rather be seen as young than be seen as a fogey incapable of fending for myself. Gahahaha." Eden weakly chuckled at the end there, still on horseback. "Indeed, though, I am of noble birth, but... I've left my family. Some would say I abandoned them. At the end of the day, though, I make my own path. I can't return to my family now. Not when I have a bigger mission to pursue." she continued. She began to explain to the stranger about her situation briefly, mentioning how she was looking for a group of knights herself so she could join them.

As night fell, Eden followed the man and helped him set up camp as well. Dismounting Cauchemar and letting him rest beneath a tree (tethered to an exposed root), Eden went to the man and saw him inspecting his wound. While he showed no signs of anything, Eden was still slightly worried. The dressing was very rudimentary. "Sir, you should just let me take care of everything from here. Better for you to focus on dressing that wound. I don't know how grave it is but it's much more prudent for you to take care of that than to force yourself. Besides, if you pass out or find out that the arrow was laced with poison, I'll panic, as I 'aven't got much on me in terms of antidotes."

Eden looked rather worried this time, she didn't usually look like this towards strangers (for she still did not know his name) but of course, her personality grasped her rationality by the neck.