“Sounds like a plan, Cai. You want me to lead the way, Val?” Alter asked and slipped his small, feminine hands in his pockets and began to stroll through the town of Shim. As he walked, his mind began to drift, and plans began to form. Could he take Valthonis? Probably. He had the element of surprise, and he wasn't too shabby with his dagger.
But what about Caiomhe? If he attacked Valthonis once they reached the forest, what would happen with her? Would her disposition of him change? Would he have to fight both of them? Cai had already demonstrated that she could take care of herself, and he suspected her tricks in the street were just the beginning of what she could actually do.
He pushed the thought out of mind and continued to walk onwards. His feet carried him along the path, he listened as each foot stepped down upon the old, hard-beaten path, a steady staccato of footfalls. He spun around and began to walk backwards.
“So. One of you got an interestin' tale to weave? Its awfully borin' to make this walk quiet.”
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Valthonis looked askance at Vera. Not that he wouldn't mind the view, but his mind was elsewhere, the idea of moving, well, he was getting excited over it, but not in a way that would show. If asked he would say that he saw it as another part of life... But really, it was just a defense mechanism, he was putting it behind him as best he could to simply stay "in transit" and he would deal with being there when he got there. He would be a little out of it... but he would make it ok.
"Go ahead and lead Vera, I'll take rear guard, I promise I won't fall too far behind."
Valthonis preferred this time to be lost in his own thoughts, and he didn't register Vera's question if there was a tale. Not that he had one anyway, well, he did, but he didn't feel well enough about himself to procure it.
"Go ahead and lead Vera, I'll take rear guard, I promise I won't fall too far behind."
Valthonis preferred this time to be lost in his own thoughts, and he didn't register Vera's question if there was a tale. Not that he had one anyway, well, he did, but he didn't feel well enough about himself to procure it.
"Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do."
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Caiomhe Feryn
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Re: One Creator
Caiomhe nodded to herself slightly. A rear guard was nice, whatever it was. This language was still so alien to her. As far as a story went... she smirked. "Iff'n ye want an interestin' story, there's a few I could'a tell.. Thae, ye'll have tae bear with me with this brutal language. Et's more excitin' en me own speakin', but..."
She deftly evaded a rock in her path, nudging it aside with her foot. "Sae, once upon a time en a land far far away, there was a lit'l tiny toown by a great big lake. Salty lake. Hae dae ye sae... oken? Ferget it. This lit'l tiny toown was happy and e'eryone got along, like silly stupid people always dae en these stories.
"There's a lit'l girlie livin' with these people as well. Her name's... Bayvhin. That's es close as'n I can pronounce it in this damned fool speakin. Anyway, she's a happy lit'l caileag, girl, sorry. She enjoys playin' en the oken water an' dancin', an' learnin' about herbs and healin' from her momma.
"This girl's happy and stupid, as lit'l childs ere. One day, she's down a playin' at the waters and she hears shoutin' from the lit'l tiny toown. Sae, bein' stupid, she don't hide hersel' until they bad, glove-wearin' soldiers ere gone. Nae, like a stupid lit'l naive child she runs tae find the people shoutin'.
"The next thing she knows, Bayvhin's been thunked o'er the nob an' she's nae sae certain o' where she es. All sudden-like, there's a man wearing gloves, the bastard, an' there's a pain en 'er eyes. Et's the last clear thing she e'er sees, that glove-wearin' ass's face leerin' at 'er.
"She's thunked 'round the had again an' left. Bayvhin wakes up a lit'l while later an' cannae see a damned thing. She thinks et's the light, sae she fights 'er way outside entae the sunlights, an' she still cannae see. The end."
Cai stopped and kicked another rock, sending it skittering out across the road. "What aboot ye, Vera? Got any stories?"
She deftly evaded a rock in her path, nudging it aside with her foot. "Sae, once upon a time en a land far far away, there was a lit'l tiny toown by a great big lake. Salty lake. Hae dae ye sae... oken? Ferget it. This lit'l tiny toown was happy and e'eryone got along, like silly stupid people always dae en these stories.
"There's a lit'l girlie livin' with these people as well. Her name's... Bayvhin. That's es close as'n I can pronounce it in this damned fool speakin. Anyway, she's a happy lit'l caileag, girl, sorry. She enjoys playin' en the oken water an' dancin', an' learnin' about herbs and healin' from her momma.
"This girl's happy and stupid, as lit'l childs ere. One day, she's down a playin' at the waters and she hears shoutin' from the lit'l tiny toown. Sae, bein' stupid, she don't hide hersel' until they bad, glove-wearin' soldiers ere gone. Nae, like a stupid lit'l naive child she runs tae find the people shoutin'.
"The next thing she knows, Bayvhin's been thunked o'er the nob an' she's nae sae certain o' where she es. All sudden-like, there's a man wearing gloves, the bastard, an' there's a pain en 'er eyes. Et's the last clear thing she e'er sees, that glove-wearin' ass's face leerin' at 'er.
"She's thunked 'round the had again an' left. Bayvhin wakes up a lit'l while later an' cannae see a damned thing. She thinks et's the light, sae she fights 'er way outside entae the sunlights, an' she still cannae see. The end."
Cai stopped and kicked another rock, sending it skittering out across the road. "What aboot ye, Vera? Got any stories?"
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Alter listened as Caiomhe spoke. He got the general meaning of what she was saying, even if the exact details were lost in translation. But, rather than try to offer condolences, he decided it would be best to ignore the obviousness of the story. She didn't want his pity, he was sure.
“A story of my own? I reckon I could tell one or two...” He smiled and thought a moment on what story he could tell.
“Alright. I've got one. Once, long ago, there was a God that walked among the world. This God was disillusioned with the Heavens, and was heartbreakingly lonely. He wandered amongst the many people, the elves, the dwarves, the humans, but he found no solace amongst them. He could not fit in with any of them.”
“He had lost all hope after that. For many years he sat alone, as unmoving as a statue. But one day, an idea came to him. What if there were a people who were able to be elves, dwarves, and humans? What if he could forge a new race that could be all that mortals could possibly be.”
“So he began to gather the resources, rocks, from which the sturdiness of Dwarves came, trees, which held the lives and spirits of the Elves, and gold, which held within it the hearts of Men. He combined them all together, and what came from this divine creation was a new race of people. And to this day, the Lonely God lives amongst them.”
“A story of my own? I reckon I could tell one or two...” He smiled and thought a moment on what story he could tell.
“Alright. I've got one. Once, long ago, there was a God that walked among the world. This God was disillusioned with the Heavens, and was heartbreakingly lonely. He wandered amongst the many people, the elves, the dwarves, the humans, but he found no solace amongst them. He could not fit in with any of them.”
“He had lost all hope after that. For many years he sat alone, as unmoving as a statue. But one day, an idea came to him. What if there were a people who were able to be elves, dwarves, and humans? What if he could forge a new race that could be all that mortals could possibly be.”
“So he began to gather the resources, rocks, from which the sturdiness of Dwarves came, trees, which held the lives and spirits of the Elves, and gold, which held within it the hearts of Men. He combined them all together, and what came from this divine creation was a new race of people. And to this day, the Lonely God lives amongst them.”
Re: One Creator
Valthonis was saddened by Cai's story. He wanted to feel sad for the girl in the story, and didn't really think to realize that Cai was talking about herself. He knew that Cai was vision impaired, but he didn't think that she'd have the audacity to talk about something like that on their first day out of town, and if there was a difference in his tone as they talked it was only a subtle one. As he walked up a little closer he caught a good portion of Vera's story, and had his own crazy idea, which made him smile a little bit, but he kept it to himself.
"There once was a very rich man. But he lived alone in a manor. Trusting only a few people and scaring away any of the other ones worth trusting. One day his secretary had had enough with his obsessive needs and anxieties and did him away. She wasn't the one who inherited the estate though and the fortune, it went to the man's son, who had lived alone for years and years, having also been pushed away by the rich man. He came to the funeral, and grieved. So it goes...
Time went on and eventually the son broke down mentally. He was just fine with people but deep down, his mind was always over focused on those that he liked, shutting out all others, no matter how attractive it made them. This was good, he was faithful, but there were times where the intensity of his faithfulness scared even the secretary, she stayed only for the money of course, and had she not been using him she would have left long ago... In the end, he died a natural death, because the secretary took pity on him. She also fostered their only child, and did her best to ensure that he didn't have the same tenancies as his father and grandfather."
Of course, Valthonis knew that while they had succeeded in that generation to help the child, the tenancies were still there, he had them, and that's why he had been so chivalrous to Cai even when Vera came along, his mind was going in an obsessive cycle that made it hard for him to focus. But he did what he could.
"There once was a very rich man. But he lived alone in a manor. Trusting only a few people and scaring away any of the other ones worth trusting. One day his secretary had had enough with his obsessive needs and anxieties and did him away. She wasn't the one who inherited the estate though and the fortune, it went to the man's son, who had lived alone for years and years, having also been pushed away by the rich man. He came to the funeral, and grieved. So it goes...
Time went on and eventually the son broke down mentally. He was just fine with people but deep down, his mind was always over focused on those that he liked, shutting out all others, no matter how attractive it made them. This was good, he was faithful, but there were times where the intensity of his faithfulness scared even the secretary, she stayed only for the money of course, and had she not been using him she would have left long ago... In the end, he died a natural death, because the secretary took pity on him. She also fostered their only child, and did her best to ensure that he didn't have the same tenancies as his father and grandfather."
Of course, Valthonis knew that while they had succeeded in that generation to help the child, the tenancies were still there, he had them, and that's why he had been so chivalrous to Cai even when Vera came along, his mind was going in an obsessive cycle that made it hard for him to focus. But he did what he could.
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Caiomhe nodded along with both of the stories. Both were about godliness and higher powers, neither of which she really believed in anymore. But speaking of gods, she thought it was about time fo another sacrifice. Not that they ever worked. She scowled darkly to herself. She probably should have stayed with the healer at the last tavern, she knew, but... there was something about him. Something so desperate and needy. Then he'd suggested she come back to his house.
Caiomhe wasn't above doing things that 'normal people', whatever they were, would later regret. But even considering her desperation, she'd never had a soft spot for people who were desperate. Even though she herself fell into the catagory, she stubbornly ignored that fact. It was easier to simply ignore yourself when you were catagorizing people, as you would tend to fall into the lesser-liked catagories.
Caiomhe bent down and picked up a rock, running it over her fingers. Even simple rocks were different from the town by the sea where she'd grown up. These were rough and dusty. The ones in her homeland were smooth, sea-washed and beautiful. She remember the colors of them, the muted greens, grey shocked with a stripe of blue, the occasional rocks that her people referred to as whaleblood--darker red circular stones, like drops of blood. She carried a few stones with her, simply for sentimental reasons.
She threw the rock in her hand into the woods, listening as it smacked into the leafy, dark-smelling undergrowth with a light thunk. Since Vera was leading, she'd be the first to see the city of Marn... Cai's lips twisted wryly. She'd not see the city as more than a blackish-brownish blur against the greyish-tan blur of the plains.
"Vera?" She questioned. She didn't want to tell another story--it'd just be as depressing as the last--bu she didn't want to walk in total silence either. That would send the message that something was wrong, a bad message to send. "Ye'll be tellin' mesel' when ye can a'see thae city?"
Caiomhe wasn't above doing things that 'normal people', whatever they were, would later regret. But even considering her desperation, she'd never had a soft spot for people who were desperate. Even though she herself fell into the catagory, she stubbornly ignored that fact. It was easier to simply ignore yourself when you were catagorizing people, as you would tend to fall into the lesser-liked catagories.
Caiomhe bent down and picked up a rock, running it over her fingers. Even simple rocks were different from the town by the sea where she'd grown up. These were rough and dusty. The ones in her homeland were smooth, sea-washed and beautiful. She remember the colors of them, the muted greens, grey shocked with a stripe of blue, the occasional rocks that her people referred to as whaleblood--darker red circular stones, like drops of blood. She carried a few stones with her, simply for sentimental reasons.
She threw the rock in her hand into the woods, listening as it smacked into the leafy, dark-smelling undergrowth with a light thunk. Since Vera was leading, she'd be the first to see the city of Marn... Cai's lips twisted wryly. She'd not see the city as more than a blackish-brownish blur against the greyish-tan blur of the plains.
"Vera?" She questioned. She didn't want to tell another story--it'd just be as depressing as the last--bu she didn't want to walk in total silence either. That would send the message that something was wrong, a bad message to send. "Ye'll be tellin' mesel' when ye can a'see thae city?"
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Alter looked around for a moment. They were probably about halfway between the two cities now, in the midst of the trees of the Forest. The perfect place for his move. He could push the fight into the trees, where Valthonis's sword would be limited by the lack of movement. A human opponent would have also been tripped up by the roots and underbrush, but he didn't expect an Elf would be hindered at all by it.
He let go of the Vera guise. His body shifted back into his original appearance. He popped his neck and quickly snapped his buckler in place on his arm. He placed his hand on the hilt of his dagger and closed his eyes for a moment. He heard Cai then.
“Ask me that again in about twenty minutes, Cai.” He said as he spun on his heels and pulled the dagger from his sheathe. He took off, running past Cai to where Valthonis was. He struck out with his dagger and wondered somewhere in the back of his mind if this was the right thing to do.
He let go of the Vera guise. His body shifted back into his original appearance. He popped his neck and quickly snapped his buckler in place on his arm. He placed his hand on the hilt of his dagger and closed his eyes for a moment. He heard Cai then.
“Ask me that again in about twenty minutes, Cai.” He said as he spun on his heels and pulled the dagger from his sheathe. He took off, running past Cai to where Valthonis was. He struck out with his dagger and wondered somewhere in the back of his mind if this was the right thing to do.
Re: One Creator
Valthonis responded to the situation with an alertness which was derived from his training as a swordsman. He had been watching Vera the whole time, and saw the shape change as it happened, which caused his normal paranoid tension to occur. As Vera charged, he drew his rapier. and after pulling it out of the sheathe, held it perpendicular to the ground and moved it across his body, this motion caused the dagger to go wide, missing his ribs by inches. With perfect grace he dropped his hand from it's position above his brow , while also simultaneously taking a step back, he rotates the blade in a windmill like motion. He then proceeded to extend his arm, pointing the tip of the blade straight at Vera's not so womanly chest, and is about to lunge, he doesn't think about mercy, he simply acts, leaving the thoughts for later.
"Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do."
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Caiomhe Feryn
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"I shall ask ye..." she trailed off as she heard the shout of steal in the air. Again. "B'gad, cannae ye manly types be a'doin' anythin' else besides a'fightin'?" Cai realized that that could be taken a couple ways and sighed, not that she really thought anyone was listening to her now.
Instead of trying to figure out who was winning, whose side she should take, or other annoying questions of loyalty, Caiomhe simply walked to the edge of the road. She sat down in the dust, not caring that her robe was getting dirty. Running her hands through some small plants with tiny purple flowers she sighed again.
Men. Always trying to settle issues with weapons. She didn't even know what the issue was.
Caiomhe quietly began to hum to herself, passing time as the blades sang, tearing through the cool air. She began translating a children's song from her language to the common tongue spoken around this region of the world. It made more sense in her speech, but she didn't really mind. "There's a girlie from the sea, from the sea, who wanted to see all that she could see, she could see..." she stopped for a moment, noticing that her accent didn't hinder her pronounciation of words when she was singing.
Smiling a bit, she hummed and sang other parts of the song, seemingly ignoring the deulers above. "So she ventured far far away, far away, and she promised to return one day, one day..."
Instead of trying to figure out who was winning, whose side she should take, or other annoying questions of loyalty, Caiomhe simply walked to the edge of the road. She sat down in the dust, not caring that her robe was getting dirty. Running her hands through some small plants with tiny purple flowers she sighed again.
Men. Always trying to settle issues with weapons. She didn't even know what the issue was.
Caiomhe quietly began to hum to herself, passing time as the blades sang, tearing through the cool air. She began translating a children's song from her language to the common tongue spoken around this region of the world. It made more sense in her speech, but she didn't really mind. "There's a girlie from the sea, from the sea, who wanted to see all that she could see, she could see..." she stopped for a moment, noticing that her accent didn't hinder her pronounciation of words when she was singing.
Smiling a bit, she hummed and sang other parts of the song, seemingly ignoring the deulers above. "So she ventured far far away, far away, and she promised to return one day, one day..."
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thAlter reacted in a split second. As soon as he felt his blade meet with steel instead of flesh, he took a quick step to the right and a step closer to Valthonis. At this distance, his rapier would be almost useless. That was the problem with thrusting weapons. Such a limited range of use.
Alter kept his bucker on his left arm firmly between Valthonis's sword and his body. He slashed twice at Valthonis's chest, continuing to step closer and closer to Valthonis, knowing he would either push him back into the trees or make the fight into a grappling match, which he wasn't worried about beating the Elf in. Years fending for himself had made him strong.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Caiomhe was sitting on the ground. Well, he supposed that was better than her rushing into the fight. Once he had won, he'd have to apologize to her about this. But he was pretty sure he couldn't have kept up the disguise until they got to the city anyway.
Alter kept his bucker on his left arm firmly between Valthonis's sword and his body. He slashed twice at Valthonis's chest, continuing to step closer and closer to Valthonis, knowing he would either push him back into the trees or make the fight into a grappling match, which he wasn't worried about beating the Elf in. Years fending for himself had made him strong.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Caiomhe was sitting on the ground. Well, he supposed that was better than her rushing into the fight. Once he had won, he'd have to apologize to her about this. But he was pretty sure he couldn't have kept up the disguise until they got to the city anyway.
Re: One Creator
Valthonis did a half jump half step backward, opening up the distance between himself and Vera after he realized that his riposte had missed. He glanced up really quickly as if praying, not even bothering to actually look above but only vaguely confirming what he thought was a good guess about the tree he was next to.
Valthonis didn't bother with words, as much as he wanted to be reasonable and rational, he barely had the concentration and focus to do anything other than fight. His mind was entirley on Cai, wondering why she was singing when there might be real bandits farther down the road. He knew this section of the forest was safe, but it still confused him. He then did his best to turn his mind to the action at hand.
Valthonis didn't bother with words, as much as he wanted to be reasonable and rational, he barely had the concentration and focus to do anything other than fight. His mind was entirley on Cai, wondering why she was singing when there might be real bandits farther down the road. He knew this section of the forest was safe, but it still confused him. He then did his best to turn his mind to the action at hand.
"Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do."
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Marn.
That was what it had been called when she'd rounded the last small inn. It didn't look like a hell of a lot as she approached it from the west, the boy at her side. He'd learned not to complain about walking after about the hundredth time she'd given him a hard smack to the back of his head. He'd make a fine man some day, though likely she'd be dead and gone before seeing it. Who knew, mayhaps her little apprentice would stab her in the back and take her glory good and proper. Just like Sindre had. Just like her Troupe had. But no, he'd not turn out like the Scandive Troupe had. The boy would turn into something more, something better. In him, she saw her redemption. She just wouldn't admit it.
"Restate it."
"I'm your apprentice bard. You're taking me to Marn. We had problems in Eyropa."
"Competitive troubles, not problems. Problems indicate personal misfortune, and we do not want any strangers thinking that."
"Yes'm."
He really had no name, the towheaded mischief maker whom she'd picked up a year or so back. She'd not given him one. He'd find one himself, or continue to be called 'boy'. It really didn't matter to Iarei. Her maternal instincts were nearly nonexistent, and it hadn't been due to the desire to nurture that she'd taken him in. She'd seen an opportunity in the half-wild child who'd fumbled his fingers in her purse strings. She'd taken that opportunity, and lo and behold it'd paid off in some ways. Now all she'd to do was to get herself established in this backwards city. And then, oh then....
They passed the guards without mishap. They seemed to be more on the lookout for troublemakers of a violent sort than someone as insidious as Iarei. She regarded their guard towers thoughtfully as she passed, and filed away that information for further use later. She idly wondered if she could bribe them, but she'd need to know the character of the city better before any such attempt was made at that. Besides, there were so many more deliciously naive morsels to be had on the lower ranks of citizens before any need to get political arrived. They moved into the city, and she noted with a keen eye how neatly it had been formed. Nearly with a military precision, one might say.
"Can we find an inn?" The thin, quavering voice reminded her that the boy had not her stamina for travel.
"I'd assume we can find an inn, yes." Her reply was more than a little absent-minded.
"Iareeeei." More whining.
"We may find an inn, if that is what you are asking." She looked down at him, lifting a brow. He growled something in a childish tantrum, as he was given, and she snorted to herself. She didn't understand the urges most females had to raise children. The boy tacitly understood this, and typically conducted himself properly. She forgave him for his age, just as he forgave her the swats she gave him when he misbehaved. Well, she thought he did at any rate.
First, they'd need a place to stay for a long length of time. It would have to be an inn, and of the kind that would not frown on her taking bardic liberties. Too, it would give the boy a home of sorts, and somewhere for him to come back to when he came back from his local forays. Second, a tavern. Any kind of tavern. Somewhere for Iarei to pick up on the local gossip while remaining anonymous. Third, a general assessment of the city at large. She'd need to get her bearings, and understand where the seedier part of it was. Who ruled it, and what undertow was at work beneath the more open tides of city politics and life. But first, the inn.
That was what it had been called when she'd rounded the last small inn. It didn't look like a hell of a lot as she approached it from the west, the boy at her side. He'd learned not to complain about walking after about the hundredth time she'd given him a hard smack to the back of his head. He'd make a fine man some day, though likely she'd be dead and gone before seeing it. Who knew, mayhaps her little apprentice would stab her in the back and take her glory good and proper. Just like Sindre had. Just like her Troupe had. But no, he'd not turn out like the Scandive Troupe had. The boy would turn into something more, something better. In him, she saw her redemption. She just wouldn't admit it.
"Restate it."
"I'm your apprentice bard. You're taking me to Marn. We had problems in Eyropa."
"Competitive troubles, not problems. Problems indicate personal misfortune, and we do not want any strangers thinking that."
"Yes'm."
He really had no name, the towheaded mischief maker whom she'd picked up a year or so back. She'd not given him one. He'd find one himself, or continue to be called 'boy'. It really didn't matter to Iarei. Her maternal instincts were nearly nonexistent, and it hadn't been due to the desire to nurture that she'd taken him in. She'd seen an opportunity in the half-wild child who'd fumbled his fingers in her purse strings. She'd taken that opportunity, and lo and behold it'd paid off in some ways. Now all she'd to do was to get herself established in this backwards city. And then, oh then....
They passed the guards without mishap. They seemed to be more on the lookout for troublemakers of a violent sort than someone as insidious as Iarei. She regarded their guard towers thoughtfully as she passed, and filed away that information for further use later. She idly wondered if she could bribe them, but she'd need to know the character of the city better before any such attempt was made at that. Besides, there were so many more deliciously naive morsels to be had on the lower ranks of citizens before any need to get political arrived. They moved into the city, and she noted with a keen eye how neatly it had been formed. Nearly with a military precision, one might say.
"Can we find an inn?" The thin, quavering voice reminded her that the boy had not her stamina for travel.
"I'd assume we can find an inn, yes." Her reply was more than a little absent-minded.
"Iareeeei." More whining.
"We may find an inn, if that is what you are asking." She looked down at him, lifting a brow. He growled something in a childish tantrum, as he was given, and she snorted to herself. She didn't understand the urges most females had to raise children. The boy tacitly understood this, and typically conducted himself properly. She forgave him for his age, just as he forgave her the swats she gave him when he misbehaved. Well, she thought he did at any rate.
First, they'd need a place to stay for a long length of time. It would have to be an inn, and of the kind that would not frown on her taking bardic liberties. Too, it would give the boy a home of sorts, and somewhere for him to come back to when he came back from his local forays. Second, a tavern. Any kind of tavern. Somewhere for Iarei to pick up on the local gossip while remaining anonymous. Third, a general assessment of the city at large. She'd need to get her bearings, and understand where the seedier part of it was. Who ruled it, and what undertow was at work beneath the more open tides of city politics and life. But first, the inn.
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Alter Corin
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Alter stopped in midstep as Valthonis moved back. If that was the way he wanted to play, fine. Let himself constantly lose ground. Alter would stay where he was and hold his ground. If Valthonis wanted to run away, fine. If he wanted to come and attack again, that was fine too. Alter was ready.
Re: One Creator
"Can't we talk about this?"
But Valthonis wasn't truly asking the question, he thought about it all, the images coming back to him in a rush. Perhaps Vera and Cai had been in on it all along and perhaps they were not. He thought they were, as many of the things that had happened seemed to make sense, and he wasn't sure what to do.
Alter was not advancing on him, and he no longer needed the height of the feeble branch above him to provide a means of egress from the next attack. Valthonis wanted a swift end to it, but death didn't seem like the right idea at the time. He took his rapier, thrusted it into the ground, and began running. He ran deeper and deeper into the woods, not looking back, going as fast as he could, and navigating the brush reasonably well. Perhaps he would find his way to another town perhaps not. He would survive, and that was all that mattered to him.
But Valthonis wasn't truly asking the question, he thought about it all, the images coming back to him in a rush. Perhaps Vera and Cai had been in on it all along and perhaps they were not. He thought they were, as many of the things that had happened seemed to make sense, and he wasn't sure what to do.
Alter was not advancing on him, and he no longer needed the height of the feeble branch above him to provide a means of egress from the next attack. Valthonis wanted a swift end to it, but death didn't seem like the right idea at the time. He took his rapier, thrusted it into the ground, and began running. He ran deeper and deeper into the woods, not looking back, going as fast as he could, and navigating the brush reasonably well. Perhaps he would find his way to another town perhaps not. He would survive, and that was all that mattered to him.
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Caiomhe Feryn
- Citizen
- Posts: 84
- Joined: Sat May 03, 2008 5:55 am
- Name: Cai
- Race: Human
Re: One Creator
Cai stood as she heard the clash of steel end. "Ye tae have gott'n yer business sett'ld, then?" A pounding of footsteps drew her attention to the woods and she nodded to herself. "Elfy-boy dun a runner, eh?"
She stretched and brushed dirt off her greenish robe. "Well, shall we head'a intae the great, nasty city?"
It wasn't that she was really surprised at Val's leaving. Well, actually, it was more that she wasn't all that sad. He had a desperate quality around him, highly reminiscent of Ra'Nali, and she didn't really like it. Needy people were something Cai didn't deal with well, which was why she'd ditched Ra'Nali a few days previous.
She began walking again, slowly, humming her song to herself. it was almost like nothing had ever happened. There was a cool elegance to the way she'd simply ignored the fight--it was like she'd dealt with men suddenly fighting each other out of the blue. And she had. Being on the road and wandering the world for the better part of five years taught her strange things, simply ignoring fighters being one of them.
She stretched and brushed dirt off her greenish robe. "Well, shall we head'a intae the great, nasty city?"
It wasn't that she was really surprised at Val's leaving. Well, actually, it was more that she wasn't all that sad. He had a desperate quality around him, highly reminiscent of Ra'Nali, and she didn't really like it. Needy people were something Cai didn't deal with well, which was why she'd ditched Ra'Nali a few days previous.
She began walking again, slowly, humming her song to herself. it was almost like nothing had ever happened. There was a cool elegance to the way she'd simply ignored the fight--it was like she'd dealt with men suddenly fighting each other out of the blue. And she had. Being on the road and wandering the world for the better part of five years taught her strange things, simply ignoring fighters being one of them.