Foreigner
Priest
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Nazt
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Post by shamees on Nov 13, 2014 18:04:54 GMT
Shamees closed the journal he'd been interrupted from reading. “I said 'from dusk to dawn.' You'll start later. Get some shut-eye until then.” Seeing Tsan'lo crack her knuckles tugged a bit of worry on his stomach. Maybe it didn't mean anything but he didn't want to regret something as simple as this. He normally gave people the benefit of the doubt but Tsan'lo hadn't been very trustworthy when left on her own. “You just have to sit behind the reins,” Shamees explained, doubtful that Tsan'lo really understood. “The horses will follow the caravan in front. Don't do anything that would startle them.” Because, honestly, if sitting quietly were even such a difficult task for Tsan'lo then Shamees would know she was beyond help. This wasn't the same offer he intended to make yesterday had Tsan'lo not walked out. It was a begrudging choice to correct his mistake. He realized that he'd been stubborn and belabored Tsan'lo unnecessarily when he could have just given her what she wanted. Lios was right. A part of him already knew he was, exactly why he wanted to leave the young lady to him. But he couldn't rely on him this time. Even Lios couldn't put up with this woman. Next time, should he run into a stubborn swordsman who was stupidly determined to pay back a debt, he wasn't going to argue. Or maybe he'd end it with a punch, follow the advice of folks who'd always said he didn't hit hard-headed people enough. Tsan'lo
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Foreigner
Swordmaster
BULLION:
Oleg
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Post by Tsan'lo on Nov 15, 2014 12:07:10 GMT
Oh. She had thought the job would be different. Something about pulling the wagon herself along with the horses. It was a relief at the very least that she had misunderstood what he had meant, otherwise she might just have gone and done it. Pulling the wagon with the horses, that is. So she was to... Sleep again. She had woken up, what, one hour ago? She wasn't sure, time was not a concept she held very dear to her except for when it was time to sleep. And even then, that was only when she felt tired, not when others told her to. "I'll... Just sit here for a moment. Just woke up, I'll go to sleep soon." She nodded once as she then sat herself back onto the box she had been sitting at previously. "I won't disturb whatever you're doing anymore... Except if my presence is disturbing." She nodded quickly as she then turned so that her back would be facing him. No need to seem like she was trying to spy on whatever he was doing, even if the journal was closed. shamees
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Foreigner
Priest
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Nazt
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Post by shamees on Nov 18, 2014 0:26:20 GMT
Shamees knew how to interpret her silence to his explanation. She did think otherwise. How so, Shamees didn't know. The reasonable part of him find the thought too ridiculous that he passed it off, considering the very vague possibility that he was wrong. He was more analytical of what Tsan'lo did say. He looked at Tsan'lo for a brief longer before turning his attention to the journal again. Shamees didn't know people well but he knew an awkward person when he sees one. He didn't know what she was staying for and she might not either. Fortunately, it didn't matter; he was pretty good at ignoring the mood. “I don't mind” was all Shamees said, not looking at Tsan'lo's back. If she had nothing better to do than hang around quietly with a person reading a book, that was her problem. Shamees expected that she wouldn't be hanging around for too long. As he started on the first few paragraphs, he became immersed to his reading and forgot about the pink elephant in the room. Tsan'lo (Not much to do.)
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Foreigner
Swordmaster
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Oleg
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Post by Tsan'lo on Nov 18, 2014 12:49:41 GMT
She sat there for a while. Or well, a while being a few hours or so, maybe. She did not notice if Shamees was still there after she finally stood up, stretching herself with a little, silent grunt before starting to walk over to the wagon that she had claimed as her own. For once she was not really thinking of anything. She had gotten to think things over for those few hours, and she had a path set out for herself now. She'd stay with this merry band of merchants for now. She had nowhere else to go, right? And they were a good source of food, too. That fish had been absolutely delicious. Shame that the people she had to be with could be so, so... She almost begun to rant in her head again, before managing to calm down with a deep breath. She had to keep herself under control, try to be as unnoticeable as possible, and stay with them as long as she could. If she managed to do that, she'd... Why was she wanting to stay? That was a good question, and one she had not actually gone trough in her head while sitting on the box she now dubbed the thinking box. She'd have to think this trough. She then slammed down onto the wolf furs, not even bothering to undress as she begun to drift to her sleep. She had a long night ahead of her. shamees
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Nazt
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Post by shamees on Nov 20, 2014 3:57:39 GMT
… The night drifted over like passing clouds before spilling across the sky like black ink. The moon was out tonight, and so was the wind, wrapping around every inch of flesh it could touch and sinking its stinging teeth to spread a poison of frost. Shamees laid down the map, his hood and cloak shaking from the wind. They had already passed the third forest on their route. The caravan had travelled a good distance but they were still a day away from civilization. Dark figures of trees stalked them from both sides. To the north-east, Shamees could make out a small settlement up on a hill. The hill was on the map, but not the village. Shamees was curious. Not out of the natural, innocent quality people had, but out of concern. What he didn't know could be something important. This was a good place for bandits to attack. He could be walking into a trap if he investigated. “I'll go.” Shamees turned around and saw Lios standing, his body wrapped around by a cloak and his hood pulled up to his head. Covering his mouth and nose was a black mask. “I should be fine alone,” Lios added. Shamees nodded. “An hour?” Lios looked at the village. “If I go fast.” Shamees looked at the open fields, dimly shone by the moonlight. A galloping horse would be spotted miles away. “On foot?” he asked skeptically. “An hour and a half then,” Lios amended. Shamees nodded again. Lios waved a goodbye before jumping out of the wagon. With a sword hidden inside his cloak, he stalked away into the darkness. Shamees slowed the horses down. It was time to call Tsan'lo in. Tsan'lo
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Oleg
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Post by Tsan'lo on Nov 20, 2014 12:44:40 GMT
She had actually slept pretty well, all things considered. Maybe it was just her knowing that she needed it more than anything. What WAS strange was the fact that she had not gotten too hot even when sleeping with full clothing. Maybe she should try and do it more often, if it would always go like that. As she slowly stood up from her little makeshift sleeping place, she could feel the wagons slowing down ever so slightly. Or maybe she was just imagining that they were, she was not quite sure. Her mind had been to strange places ever since she had decided to stay. She proceeded to stumble trough the wagons, her eyes slowly getting used to the dark. They appeared to be in an area that was full of trees. Forest? Maybe. Too dark to be quite sure. She then took notice of something moving in the trees... Or was that her imagination? She furrowed her brows, not quite sure as she then pushed into another wagon. She noticed a figure, before soon realizing that it was Shamees. "I'll go get the reins." Simple words. She then headed outside, plopping down and taking the reins. She was doing this right, hopefully? shamees
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Nazt
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Post by shamees on Nov 22, 2014 12:54:43 GMT
Shamees retreated into the wagon, leaving the curtain pushed on one side to let the moonlight pour in. He left behind the lantern, still unlit, and walked through the semi-darkness until a dark figure stepped in. Though he could not make out any features, Shamees recognized the pause, like someone registering the face of an acquaintance and deciding to say hello. Tsan'lo gave a curt message as she moved past Shamees. His eyes widened as she stepped into the driver's seat. Shamees walked over and nudged her by the shoulder. Her bare, exposed shoulder. “Get your cape. Get your sword too,” Shamees said, standing by the entrance. Never mind if Tsan'lo already had her sword. Shamees went straight to the point. “This path is looking suspicious. Stay vigilant just in case.” Shamees was surprised to see Tsan'lo going out with her clothes like that. He hadn't forgotten about her distaste for it but given that, here and now, the wind was cold and blowing, he didn't think she would seriously choose this time to be picky. And they obviously have another problem to deal with tonight too. Tsan'lo
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Oleg
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Post by Tsan'lo on Nov 22, 2014 17:07:04 GMT
he was touching her skin stop no please no no it doesnt That what was going inside her, of course. On the outside the only thing to show her disdain was a little flinch and a quick swat of her hand striking against his. It was only a light one really, but still enough to signal that she was not comfortable. She, for once, decided to not harp on someone's mistakes. It was dark, so Shamees had probably just not seen her with her sword. It was strapped onto her back, so it might have been rather hard to find. She nodded, did a quick nod and then went trough. She left the curtain between the wagon and the riders seat open, probably just to easen her walking around. She then instantly noticed that the one curtain between the wagon she was in and the next one was open already. Hm, a waste of time. Her action, that is. She furrowed her brow as she pushed trough into the next wagon, almost falling over one of the boxes (probably her thinking box from earlier, not sure if it was the same wagon than the one from earlier today) as she then finally got into her own wagon. She then proceeded to realize that there was really not a cape in the wagon that she had claimed as her home, looking around in frustration before noticing the wolf pelts she slept in. They would have to do. She wrapped one around her shoulders. shamees
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Plegian
Wyvern Rider
BULLION:
Guardian
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Post by Sin on Nov 24, 2014 21:18:35 GMT
| I'll Always Protect Your Smile....
| | Night settled in much quicker than what Sin would have imagined. As much as it would have been easier to keep going, and head towards his next destination--wherever that was--he didn't. It wasn't hard to see a white wyvern flying through the air, but it wasn't easy to see whom would be under them.
The ground was further than he would ever liked to be, but in the darkness anyone could hide. At least if they were not taking the road towards the village. Even then he understood that he couldn't stop by the village. He had been too long away from Illumina to leave her in the cold while he went to a bed. So instead he decided to keep going with Illumina.
Bad idea or not, he decided it would be better to land than to keep going further. At least he was right smack in the middle of heading back towards the village. Gathering wood to burn had been a somewhat difficult task, but it was gathered. Even with night upon him and Illumina they had enough food for both of them.
Sin didn't sit near the fire, but did stay near the underside of Illumina. He rubbed at her side a smile upon his lips as she seem content with his petting. His hand slipped towards her scar, and a frown came upon his features. As if reading his thoughts Illumina nudged her snout into his face, and he went back to petting.
Either out of impatience or comforting him in her own way--he was glad she took his attention away from her scar.
As time grew later Sin found himself falling asleep, and with the fire slowly giving out--he had no more wood. Illumina's wing stretched over him as she laid herself, and she kept the cold from hitting him. Sin patted her side once more as went to find the bed roll. He placed it lightly against her as he took himself to lying there.
Most wouldn't think a wyvern would be easy to spot, but with her white and reddish scales--Sin knew better. He waited for a few minutes before starting to fall asleep once more. He at least hoped that no one would look to the woods. If so he'd be in for a long night trying to fight off whatever bandits or creatures that decided to go against them.
He was sound asleep, but his eyes shot open when he heard a growl from Illumina. By this time Sin grew to be a light sleeper when it came to being alert. He threw the blanket off as he stood patting at her side. Illumina's wing still protectively over him as he took out his axe. He couldn't see anything, but only Illumina's growl, "Illumina--what's wrong?
Sin & Illumina
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Post by shamees on Nov 28, 2014 1:06:32 GMT
Hello there, 2, 000 pound dragon. The wyvern wasn't wild. Somewhere in the darkness, a human voice whispered suspiciously. Though he had no malicious intention to the man and his wyvern, you'd have to forgive him if he would prefer to stay silent while in the reach of a nine-feet dragon. Lios would just hate being ripped to shreds. There was a tense moment that seemed to last longer than it should, where the air continued to rumble with the wyvern's growling. Lios was invisible in the darkness, his retreat cushioned by care to not make the slightest sound. But to his right, a different danger threatened him. A concentrated ray of moonlight was moving closer as the clouds in the sky shifted. Lios' crappy luck tonight wasn't done trying to screw him over, apparently. He stayed calm, blocking the existence of the man and the wyvern in his head so that he could move like the inanimate wind, passing through quietly without anyone noticing. By the time the moonlight shone on the spot before the wyvern where Lios was, his foot was safely at the back, his form continuing to meld in the shadows. But he wasn't done yet. It seemed like he might not be able to leave without incident after all. Lios lowered himself further, drawing his sword. He kept his eyes trained at the wyvern, its eyes blocked by the hood over his head. He waited for the moment. In one swift motion, he reversed his grip on his sword and jutted his elbow to the back, stabbing, straight in the heart, the person that was trying to sneak up behind him. Blood gushed out like the splatter of a stomped puddle, accompanied by the unmistakable hiss of pain that revealed the intruder's presence. Red dripped on the moonlit spot. A hooded figure stumbled backward into the light, a bloodied left shoulder being nursed of by an equally bloodied hand. In the light was Lios, eyes twitching in shock and pain at the adversary walking closer toward him. Lio stepped back, forgetting completely the wyvern that could chew, claw, or squash him in an instant. Something crazier just happened. His sword definitely went through the heart and Lios even left it there. Joining him in the beam of the moonlight was a pitch-black, muscular humanoid with a mane of hair that was the same color of its skin. On its face was a skeletal mask with pieces of protrusions on its mouth like teeth. Most notably, its eyes were glowing crimson. Lios' sword poked through the monster's chest. If Lios had turned around, maybe he would have gotten the hint that it wasn't a human sneaking up him. Sin (just us for now!)
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Plegian
Wyvern Rider
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Guardian
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Post by Sin on Nov 30, 2014 5:12:59 GMT
| I'll Always Protect Your Smile....
| ❚Words❚ never keep count ❚Music❚ The Phantoms - Into The Darkness❚Tag❚ shamees❚Notes❚ wait--is that a Risen? Sorry I only remember them having crimson eyes and that's it. ❚Mood❚ on alert | Most people had small pets like cats and dogs, and some had larger pets like horses or heck even cows. Sin however was one of those people that had a pet that was almost bigger than shed. So when people first see something like her--they tend to run for the hills. At least that was how Sin always had seen it--maybe a couple of curious cases, but most just ran.
Though the snarl from Illumina confirmed it wasn't just a lost traveler. Sin picked up the axe he kept near his bedroll as he stood up placing a hand on Illumina's side. For a moment her wings did not life, and she kept on snarling towards whatever had her attention. After a few moment though her wing finally lifted as Sin pressed his hand firmly to Illumina's side.
He just never expected to find what his eyes saw.....
As the light of the moon made everything a fair bit better to see. As expected there was someone in front of them, but the person's attention didn't seem to be on them. Illumina's attention didn't seem to be on that person either--her attention was focused on what was behind the man. Sin's eyes traveled towards the direction that Illumina was staring.
For a moment he felt a stone dropped to his stomach as he watched closely. The light showed the same features as it did with the man in front of them. Sin noticed the crimson eyes before anything else. He had seen reports on them before, but never did he actually see them. It was common in Plegia for those of the Grimleal to use these sorts of means.
He had heard of it being used many years ago--even before his father had been King. Though he had only believed them to be rumors or stories made up by the Nobles. Now he was seeing it right in front of him, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. Sin stood stock still as the words escaped him, "risen....."
Suddenly Illumina snarl made him snap back into his senses as he raised his axe. The hairs in the back of his neck rose as that cold feeling ran up his spine. Why did it feel as though something was amiss--why was there only one? If the stories reigned true then there should have been more than one. Or at least someone that was making them.
Sin's eyes scanned the trees for any sign of movement before looking back, "move away from it now!" He didn't like this feeling, and neither did he know the stranger that gotten hurt. However, if he had to choose between the two--he'd rather have someone that Illumina didn't seem to have quarrel with.
Sin kept his axe close as he kept one foot on the holdings of his saddle. He was ready to fly or fight at a moments notice. As long as the sky was clear, he would have some kind of fighting chance. At least until he knew what exactly he was dealing with. Sin watched the person in front of him, "over here."
Sin & Illumina
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