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Post by COMFERANS on Oct 22, 2014 22:02:59 GMT
| Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? A big, idiot grin sprawled across his face as the pair of ladies offered their assistance with virtually no thought of reward. It warmed the lad's heart to know that such noble intentions were still alive.
"Zounds," he exclaimed in disbelief, "... m'lady would command that her repayment be to do me yet another favor? What madman would decline?"
His focus shifted back to his log, his weight shifting onto his log as his face became riddled with pensive contemplation. He glared at the crude chunk of wood as his head swirled with hindsight. "Come it cross my mind again," he muttered, almost ashamed of himself. "... mayhap I should bind my weapon with rope; lest it betray my grip in days to come."
Eventually, he shuffled off of his log, and glanced back to them both, concluding, "Either way, would'st thou both come to aid? I grow weary of staring longingly at my polearm, grand."
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Post by COMFERANS on Oct 6, 2014 7:49:36 GMT
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Post by COMFERANS on Oct 6, 2014 7:35:23 GMT
| Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? "Hmm," the young man pondered to himself, searching for a way to repay the favor he asked. "Thou raise a notable point; perhaps it is too unbecoming of a man to ask a pair of strange ladies to raise his lumber for him." He rubbed his chin, completely unaware of what he'd just said to the two blushing young ladies.
"I thought nothing of it, at first. Only for it to be raised to my hand -- so I may grip it again, and wonder on my merry way,"
His face was blank, as he shrugged at them both. "... but since thou both seek equal favor from lifting my log -- surely I could repay thy demands."
The knight then began gesturing to his feet and legs explaining the nature of his request. "I might so chance to lift my own lumber, but I simply would not be flexible enough with my greaves on. I might try remove them, but to do so would'st leave my lower half quite exposed to ambush."
His palm to the sky, he pointed at Victorie, curiosity in his face. "My question for thee, is what thou doth claim equal labor to lifting my log?"
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Post by COMFERANS on Oct 4, 2014 8:27:19 GMT
| Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? So she WAS hungry! Just as he had hoped. Now she might actually have the wit to stay and listen. His smile was wide, although his teeth were flecked with strands and chunks of meat. "Then my lap should bear thee aid," he boasted, ripping the other leg off his roasted turkey like one might peel a the skin from a banana.
He nodded at her as he silently offered his food to her. He decided he'd waste no further time, and began to explain why he pulled her aside, seemingly more humble while talking for only her to hear. "I -- I uh, haven't heard many details of your tale; but from what I was told, you've already doubled the achievements that I hope to begin." He took a second bite from his own turkey leg, nearly cleaning the bone. He hadn't even bothered to swallow before continuing with, "Et'sh gwite fsrhrankly ehmspierang."
His mouth closed to swallow, as he concluded with a dash more seriousness. "Traitor Kin or not, I couldn't care what our people called you. From a Squire, to a Knight; it's nice to have a role model that stands against corruption. Justice and Unity are thoughts of yesteryear, I worry oft. It doesn't help that our lords squabble for a throne, as if their manors and fifes were street-morsels that ill sustain them. I would stead to mount a saddle, in place some sodding, fancified chair." |
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Post by COMFERANS on Oct 2, 2014 5:00:24 GMT
| Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? Promply, the ill fated man parried and riposted the questions they thrust upon him, objecting, "Why..? WHY?! NEED THEE TO ASK?" His posture straightened as he took a strong, emboldened stance. As his feet spread firmly, the canopy opened in the breeze, letting the morning sun shine upon his incandescent pride. He rested his hands on his hips; his chin was high and his eyes fierce. Flecks of dust drifted calmly past his glowing image, as he gave his speech. His words rang with such passion and conviction that a listener's spine may tingle.
"Why does the sculptor carry chisel? For what, might a farmer carry scythe? What gain, has a blacksmith from a hammer?"
His stance shifted slightly, as he rest his massive boot upon the log. The massive weight of this burly man and his metal suit raised the other end of the log. It dangled ever so slightly into the air as his sheer mass of muscle and steel sank the log into the solid soil.
"A warrior, be I; and lo, this trunk before you be the tool of my craft, so foul."
The degree of seriousness in his expression must have been truly impressive to the two of them, as such a statement was more often than not in jest.
"Lo," he elaborated, "... for to the eye untrained , it shan't be but a simple tree, stripped of root and branch. Though, be not deceived by looks alone; for within it, lay trapped a mighty spear that shall vanquish man and beast alike."
Balling his fist before himself, and staring intently at it, he focused his passion and pride into grim determination.
"But it is not to be just any spear; I will belong to it, before it will belong to me. A weapon of legend is not simply made; it is nurtured, and grown. I will not rest until I have taken the life of a foe, seven fold -- before I could even dare to unleash the potential this mighty trunk."
He held his fist to his chest, and met his onlookers with a cold gaze. "It will be a spear so fierce, that it had ended seven lives while it was still a tree. I shall name it, 'The Spear of Seven Souls,' and with its might, I will see that it pierces the flames of hell itself."
Seconds passed, after his glorified monologue, before he finally summarized his lengthy answer with, "... so, if thou could'st lend thy hand to raise it from rest, I would be largely pleased..!"
The man then flashed a friendly thumbs up, to show his audience his appreciation.
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Post by COMFERANS on Sept 26, 2014 22:09:40 GMT
| Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? The man, whom seemed to be shaming himself in the midst of the forest, took little consideration for his humbled onlookers' perspective when choosing his words.
"Oh blessed be I, in the Naga's eyes, saviors from the forest emerge! I hath wandered through the forest, squeezing firmly upon my log, but only now hath I squeezed so firm that I have dropped the log where I stand..! In my armor, I am not so flexible that I may recover it myself."
A strange sort of embarrassment spread across his his expression as he turned to them both. "I ask a favor from both of thee, that nary a soul should live to hear... I ask thou both to combine thy strengths, and return my dropped log to my hand. I do not wish for it to rot and fester, where it lay trapped."
Perhaps the eloquent speech for which the LaRond family prided itself was a detriment in this certain situation. He may not of made himself entirely clear that he was literally carrying the trunk of a tree through the woods, and lost his grip. A filthy mind may have quickly turned to outhouse humor, but Comferans considered himself far above that. He looked expectantly between them both, hoping they would reverse his shameful mishap with haste.
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Post by COMFERANS on Sept 25, 2014 6:56:49 GMT
| Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? Vicious teeth ripped and tore away at steaming flesh, grinding it to a red, juice-oozing pulp. Lips smacked as slobber flew through the air. Surely, the beast that owned these wretched, skin-shearing jaws was a gruesome horror to behold. Fortunately, it was only a strong, although largely crude man. His hair was a striking sapphire blue, that drew the eye. His physique could put a silver-back gorilla to shame, and his eyebrows were near thick enough to classify as a mustache for his forehead. He didn't look like the friendly type.
His head raised, as his eyes widened at the sight of glossy, purple hair. He recognized her, and for whatever reason, cared greatly that he had the chance to simply see her. He sat up straight, swinging his arm in the air to draw her attention. Normally there wasn't normally a place to sit here; yet, for whatever reason, an entire log of untreated lumber rested on the side of the walkway. It acted as his bench as he munched away at the leg of the roasted turkey that rested in his lap.
"HO, THERE," he called to her, with a shockingly friendly chime in his voice. He called to her as if she were a friend he'd known for all his life. It was undoubtedly confusing for poor Valeria as he cried, "YONDER MAIDEN OF VIOLET TRESSES! I BECKON thee, for BUT A MOMENT -- BE YE whom I dare to ask..!"
His speech was off-putting at best, given the ill-suiting commoner's mannerisms that delivered it. He chomped away at his half eaten turkey leg, before addressing her. He pointed his drumstick at her with off-handed curiosity, still chewing his food as he softly asked, "Art thou not captain of our Gaurd..?" He broke eye contact, and patted the log he sat on, inviting her to take a seat. "Worry not, I have not but praises to sing..! You may stay, should you wish to hear it."
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Post by COMFERANS on Sept 23, 2014 0:26:36 GMT
| Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? Less than a mile from the nearest city, twas mere minutes past dawn. Rays of sun, gently stroked the bark. Light glistened through the fog, as dried leaves fluttered from the canopy above. They gently danced with the morning fog, one by one; caring only for the soft, calming whisper of wind. Droplets of dew, slowly slipped across the petals of wild flowers. Water trickled gently across the brook, as a butterfly rested on a rock, drying its wings before taking its first flight.
All was peaceful, all was quiet. The forest peaceful and content. Birds sang and squirrels chattered as a wary stag nibbled at a berry bush... until a crashing thump and a holler echoed through the forest.
"SARD!!"
The treetops shook, as feathered wings fluttered hastily; carrying frightened birds to safer places. Deer galloped as quick as their tiny hooves would take them; routing for their very lives. The peaceful land was shaken to its core with a single word; and a curse, at that.
What mischievous matter of man would ruin the peace with such unsavory tongue? His place would be easily tracked by his booming voice. A curious passerby mayhap chance to witness the scene!
There, stood a man, squatting in the forest. His arms outstretched towards the ground, groaning aggressively at his feet. His eyes bulged as his face turned red with stress, seeming all the brighter against his dark, blue hair. [ tagged: @lucia ] [ muse ] |
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Post by COMFERANS on Sept 20, 2014 22:38:46 GMT
[attr="class","biopic"] [attr="class","hover"] [attr="class","bio"]NAME Comferans
GROUP Ylisse
AGE Twenty Five
BIRTHDAY July 24
WEAPON Log
CLASSES Knight, Fighter, Cavalier, Pegasus Knight
POSITIVES Confident, Ambitious, Generous, Loyal, Encouraging
NEGATIVES Arrogant, Pretentious, Melodramatic, Stubborn, Crude
BIO • Comfrans is a Ylissean Squire of House 'La Ronde,' and second son to Nobleman Ovale LaRonde. His father is one of many nobles that contend for the empty throne. Although he is one of two heirs to house LaRonde, Comferans is not so ambitious as to seek his fame or fortune through intrigue. He prefers to remain separate from his family's political nature, and instead hopes to offer himself as a 'Martial Preservationist' of a United Ylisse.
• He has only trained as a noble warrior, and ignored what courtier lessons he's had. Despite his simple, civilian demeanor; living in a house of nobles leaves him speaking in Iambic pentameter or high prose, more often than not. He can come off as pretentious and melodramatic, despite his crude actions and appearance.
• Although currently trained as a phalanx defender, committed to defending Ylisse, Comfrans hopes to use his training with spears and lances to eventually ride upon horseback. Leading glorious, high-impact charges into enemy ranks has become a dream of his. However, his impressive armor and physique has him questioning the stamina of whatever equine companion he may acquire.
• As the weight of an Ylissean knight's armor is preposterous at best, Comferans has become borderline obsessed with refining his strength and endurance. Physical activity is a daily must, and pressing his physical boundaries is the first item on his daily checklist.
• Comferans has his own, egotistical view of what it means to be a warrior. His philosophy is that a true warrior's weapon is an extension of the man, as opposed to mastering a weapon. Not just any mundane weapon would do, for Comferans. He was eager to mold his own weapon of legend. Thusly, Comferans sought out a lumber yard, and chose a tree for which the haft of his mighty pole-arm would be forged. He had the tree commissioned to be sawed down, and set out on his quest. He now wanders the lands outside the safety of civilization, hoping to stumble upon brigands, bandits or barbarians to fight. Armed with his mighty log, he hopes that his soul searching results in the ultimate warrior's bond with his 'weapon-to-be.'
OTHER The LaRonde family crest is two rings of white and red around a blue circle. Comferans is often seen wearing a tabard that bears his family crest.
FACE-CLAIM TORIKO/Toriko (Character)
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