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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 4:11:35 GMT
i've gotta make a stand, Dorian sighed and looked out of the inn window, crystal eyes wandering over the stones of the buildings outside. All he had ever known in his life was Ylisse, even his experiences in the capital, Ylisstol, was a big change from his time spent in the mansion that he had grown up in. Even the thought of having to rise with the sun tomorrow and depart the land he'd been raised in made him want to pause and reconsider the wisdom of his self-imposed quest, but it was only a small part of him that continued to harbor a stirring of doubt. He'd seen more than enough from his glimpses at court life to know that if he didn't get up, no one else would. That meant finding out what had happened to Falchion and the Fire Emblem, not to mention journeying to Regna Ferox in search of allies and the possibility of ships to reach the continent of Valm, scouring the deserts of Plegia in search of answers... a task that many a greater man had shrank from.
Not that he was saying he was a greater man either. If he'd had a choice, Dorian would have shrunk from them as well. But he'd somehow found the courage to stand up and stumble through that horrible speech in front of everyone, which meant he was committed now. He didn't really want to go out and face his own death at the hands of a large dragon that he could not defeat. He didn't want to go on an epic journey that would take him far from home and everything he knew. He didn't want to watch people he had come to respect and view as a friend end up dying on a battlefield next to him. But he had few other options if the Fell Dragon was to be stopped. The exalt may have tried and failed, and he may very well have been walking into his own death by making his own attempt to take down the god that intended to destroy the world. He wasn't stronger than she was. He hadn't trained with Falchion his entire life - for Naga's sake, he didn't even have Falchion to begin with! - and he knew that while he couldn't ask for better Knights, they were by no means up to par with the elite team that the exalt had taken with her.
He hadn't even left on his journey yet and already he had a feeling that it might not be one that he would return from.
Maybe that was why he grabbed the key to his room and departed the inn, his sword noticeably absent from his hip as he strolled down the cobblestone streets and into an alehouse, the noble surprisingly comfortable in the bawdy atmosphere, more than used to it from the times that he had spent around the servants and soldiers in the evenings. He settled down in a corner, the cowl of a long black cloak pulled up over his lavender hair in the hopes that he wouldn't be recognized and have to answer more questions about what he'd done. He wanted one more taste of Ylisstol before he left.
After all, who knew when he'd get the chance to have another one? | Words;; 549
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Lyrics;; "Hero" by Skillet
Template by Kuroya Notes;; And I have to convert this to an open. Meh. Not the end of the world. More playing for me. o/ |
but i am just a man!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 18:47:36 GMT
Today was an early evening and it was a nice day. Not to hot or cold outside, however a particular person wasn't in a good mood. A certain pink haired women with blue-green eyes, glanced around and gave out a sigh. It seems that finding jobs are hard these days, the economy is bad. Farmers are poorer, the world is filled with Risen and bandits. Frankly, the world of today was grim today.
Frankly, the jobs news were dim. However, a rumor reached the pink haired woman's ears. Sylvania wasn't interested in gossip or rumors normally, but rumors do hold some truth sometimes. In this particular rumor, it stated some royal member of Ylisse is going to start a group and start going on a journey. They exact purposes she didn't know, but she is willing to bet they are recruiting members.
This looked like a golden opportunity to Syl, so she decided to lurk around Ylisse a little longer. This leaded her to staying in Pyrathi, it seemed a good place to start her search. Seeing the sky, she gave a sigh. Maybe she can continue her search later. It was time for supper, so strolling into the inn, she looked around for a table to sit at as she grabbed and paid for her meal. She noticed someone sitting at her usual table near the inn window.
With her observant, she deduce a few things. The man was a noble sort of folk, from what she remembered with her foster parents who were higher class, he was more of the blue blooded noble type to her. He was pretty deep in thought too and seemed depressed about something. Her thoughts fought a war inside her, one part want to leave the guy alone. The other one wanted to talk to him. Maybe he knew somethings about these knights.
So taking he tray of food, she gave a slight cough. “Do you mind if I sit with you sire?” Sylvania said in a calm and friendly tone, her smile bright and cheerful. “It seems you have a lot on your mind. Maybe having someone to talk can help. Even if it is to a unbiased stranger.” With that said, she placed the tray on the table and adjusted her tactician robes and cloak. She calmly waited for his response.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 21:47:55 GMT
i've gotta make a stand, When the barmaid came over to him, he smiled at her winningly. "I'll just have the special," he murmured with a polite nod, the smile fading as she scurried off and his brain turned back to the manakete back at the inn with him. The dragon was a strange soul, as far as he could determine, but he was... a good person, as far as Dorian could tell. Not to mention, the noble had to admit with a slight pink dusting over his cheeks, that his soul burned out of him in such a way that Dorian couldn't help but find attractive. He supposed it was a good thing that August had agreed to come with him, at least then he wouldn't feel quite so homesick.
He'd still miss his brother though, and his home. He had no idea if he would ever return to Ylisstol, never mind if he would be the same person he was when he left. War changed people, and he was a little intimidated about what it would do to him. Not enough that he could justify cowering in the Heartwood estate like a coward, but enough to leave him awake at night.
The sound of someone else arriving at the table make his head jerk up with surprise, nearly dislodging the cowl of the cloak before a single hand held it in place. "Not at all," he murmured, shaking himself from his thoughts - he must truly have been out of it if he hadn't heard her approach. "It would be good to have some company while I eat." He blinked at the offer before shaking his head. "Ah... It's not something to be talked about lightly, and besides, it's not something that can be changed." He then chuckled. "And please, none of that sire business. Dorian is fine." | Words;; 305
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Lyrics;; "Hero" by Skillet
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but i am just a man!
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