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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sat, 17/09/2022 19:26 (2 Years ago) |
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Risen in the Shadows.. Champion of the Nine, Retreat from these gallows... Derek turned his head in some surprise at the introduction of yet another party, his eyebrows raising as his helm tumbled to the ground with a rattle and a dull clank. He grimaced, glancing at the fallen helmet before turning his attention once more to Sage... He didn't take the time and obvious effort to lean down to retrieve the headwear. As Tani sat, he proceeded.. "Thar's more tuh tech-nul-igy then just wor, et c'n bey used fer even the common few. Th'plew, fer one exemple, et's med fer the farmars, net th'ermy." Derek shifted, the fox upon his lap slipping quickly back to the floor and sitting next to his helmet, nudging it and attempting to right it to a more retrievable position. The guardsman proceeded rather tensely, his eyes affixed upon Tani's hand, which rested none-too-kindly on her sword.. His own weapon was out of his reach, the hatchet twisted off to the side. "Thew, ther're severel thengs thet dew goh tewards worfer.. Ther's bellistae, ther'e semilar to lerge bews, med to fey-ar messive bolts.. Aye'em ensure ef wheth'r er net yew'ev seen th'm before, they'r comm-an et home." Translations: "There's more to technology than just war, it can be used for even the common few. The plow, for one example, it's made for the farmers, not the army." "Though, there are several things that do go towards warfare.. There's ballistae, they're similar to large bows, made to fire massive bolts. I'm unsure of whether or not you've seen them before, they're common at home." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/09/2022 04:16 (2 Years ago) |
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Upon the Western shores The ravens call Their wings a-beating, roars.. Derek twisted his face in slight discomfort, as if not quite sure of this kingdom's true ability.. Surely, they had an army of considerable power, as well as formidable defenses.. He chewed his tongue for several moments, then slowly spoke... "Mey Aye esk, whut'er yer prow-dast en-vin-shuns? Aye'ud like'ta knoh, s'thet Aye dun't tell yew ab'oot some-then yew already knoh ab'oot.." The guardian shifted, his chair groaning under the stress once more. The fox paced in his lap for a moment, yipping at him as the chair strained. Translation "May I ask, what are your proudest inventions? I'd like to know, so that I don't tell you about something you already know about." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/09/2022 03:49 (2 Years ago) |
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Of a lukewarm breeze When the heart fails The land shall feed.. Derek seemed rather taken aback by the question, speaking slowly an doing his very best to enunciate.. He was careful with each word, trying desperately to allow the superior ranks around him taste the flavor of this idea, this abstract concept of easy travel between two points so far away... He turned his head towards Gwen, "Aye em.. Not sher ef yer ne-val pow-ar, bot.. There're sheps med fer travels ef thet destince, they're med lerge ent strung, s'uh thet they cun te-k the lar-gar wev's.." Derek shifted again, turning his head towards Sage once again.. He seemed weary of the sudden change in the atmosphere of the room, his fingers twitching, calling Swif back to him.. The fox leapt into his lap, sitting down comfortably, her brush settling around her small body.. She seemed to be more of a comfort animal than a combat-oriented creature.. Translation "I am.. Not sure of your naval power, but.. There are ships made for travels of that distance, they're made large and strong, so that they can take the larger waves.." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/09/2022 02:55 (2 Years ago) |
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Goddess of Foul Blooded Scum, Terrible Ruler of the Knowing, Hear the Horn's Gentle Thrum... "Aye em afre-hd thet Aye em un-sher ef hes re-sins t'a bey here. Hes nem es Sy-las Verun, hey es ef nob'l bl-ud, wey are from anoth'r con't'nent, across th' sea." Derek Shifted slightly in his seat, a little nervous about explaining the idea of visitors from another land... It seemed as though the kingdom was very land-locked, and entirely self-reliant. He found it unlikely they recieved many visitors from much other than other tribal villages and kingdoms in the immediate area... The fox was more than happy to keep distracting Gwen, snout snuffling at anything nearby.. Swif, was her name, wasn't it..? Translations Courtesy of RaRaRasputin "I am afraid that I am unsure of his reasons to be here. His name is Sylas Verun, he is of noble blood, we are from another continent, across the sea." [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/09/2022 03:16 (2 Years ago) |
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You Rebels and Scum Bow Down to the Queen Of the Rising Sun... Derek strode in easily, as did the fox accompanying him.. Derek nodded to Gwen, answering her question before turning his attention to Sage.. Swif bit gently at his gauntlet, asking for attention, before the armored guard made a gesture, teh fox letting out a quiet chirp and scampering over to Gwen, the next best thing to beg for attention from.. The fox sat down by her left foot, sniffing her legs and being a very stereotypical fox, curious and nosy... Derek glanced at the seat he was offered, then carefully sat down, his face twisting into a nervous look as the seat creaked loudly beneath his weight. After a moment of assuring the chair wouldn't shatter, Derek spoke. It was nearly identical to what he'd said to Gwen. "Aye em on en essen-mint ef bes-chun gerds-men dewty, es-kert-ing a hiy prier-ety cle-int. Aye'em un-sher why hey wents ta-bey here, thew." [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/09/2022 02:39 (2 Years ago) |
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Cursed sounds Flee me, flee me Leave these grounds.. Derek grabbed the reins of the horse, holding them out for the guard to take to lead the horse away. After a few moments, though, Derek shouted three unfamiliar words at the wagon as it was being led away towards an inn... "Clik! Swif! Grad!" As these words were shouted, two large, beautifully colored animals leapt from the back of wagon. Derek leaned down once more, turning to them and speaking. "Clik, Sylas." One of the foxes quickly turned and leapt away, scrambling back into the back of the wagon and rousing Sylas slowly.. "Swif, set." The remaining fox quickly came closer to Derek as the guardian stood slowly, the fox nipping at one of his gauntlets as it rose. Derek turned to Gwen, nodding to her. "Aye hope yew well not mend Swif eny, shey is plenty good." The fox seemed very close to Derek, occasionally circling his feet and looking around. The journey to the doorway of the supposed woman Derek was supposed to meet was filled with quiet grunts and the clattering of armor.. No wonder he had chosen to ride in the wagon, his armor was more specifically designed for battle than travel. He didn't appear to be exhausted, though, only slightly agitated by the restriction of movement the heavy, powerful armor applied. Swif, the fox, was quite happy to tag along, jumping along playfully before returning to Derek, occasionally sniffing at Gwen. Derek waited patiently for his entry to be permitted to the room ahead of him. The doors were grand, decorated as fit for a ruler of any kingdom. He held his helmet under one arm, the hatchet tucked away on his belt, hard to access with the heavy armor very quickly; a way to reduce any threat he posed. Evidently, Derek had done this very same thing before, greeting a ruler of a kingdom... [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/09/2022 01:57 (2 Years ago) |
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Valor and Cunning, your anger is mild.. The guard rose back up to his feet with a huff, showing off a weakness, though whether on purpose or accident was unclear.. Kneeling took little effort, but standing was difficult. The hatchet was suddenly in Derek's grasp, the handle threaded through the leather loop as he sheathed it away. His stance became much more powerful, though, his left hand retrieving his helmet from the wagon and holding it in one hand. "Aye em here es-kert-ing a men nemmed Sey-las Verun. Hey's slay-ping en the wagen et tha meyw-ment. E'd seg-gest net dester-bing hem." Derek gesturing at the wagon behind him, indicated the very back of it, where it was open enough to peer inside or jump in, if needed. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/09/2022 00:20 (2 Years ago) |
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Betray the ones that let you fall Forget the traitors in your mind Become the one who leads the blind... Derek lifted his chin rather defiantly at Gwen's approach, his face turning stern. Moments earlier, he'd been wearing a friendly smile, though now.. Now he wore a face of challenge, almost, as if offended by the sudden interruption in conversation. His eyes crossed over Gwen quickly, analyzing this potential opponent. His hands loosened on the reins of the horse, letting them fall easily. His blade was still within the wagon, though a shining, beautifully polished hatchet rested against his right flank, held there by a loop of leather. Two armored fingers pressed against the bottom of the hatchet's handle, slipping it quickly out of the loop. Thnk.. It fell softly to the ground leaving the blade resting upon one side, out of easy reach.. Derek was now "unarmed," aside from the likely strength he boasted in his own body. Reaching out to the wagon, Derek set his helmet upon it, then shifted to turn fully towards Gwen, his eyes narrowing slightly.. "Yer unawer of mey clan, then.. Aye em a Bes-chun Gelds-men. Aye recogneys yew es a General, em Aye encorrect?" Derek shifted his feet with a heavy clatter of armor, settling onto one knee with a much louder clash of metal. He bowed his head, a more formal introduction rising from the kneeling position. " Bes-chun Gelds-men Sen-yer. Derek, General. Aye em on en essen-mint ef Bes-chun gerds-men dewty, es-kert-ing a hiy prier-ety cle-int." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 15/09/2022 23:39 (2 Years ago) |
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Take up my lonesome torch For odd, fearsome things Hide beneath my porch... Derek offered no such glances, though he occasionally turned his near-shaven head towards the wagon, saying a few words. Every few minutes, the man driving the carriage leaned over to speak in an unfamiliar tongue to his guard. It was a language unlike any other, sharp and difficult to hear from a distance.. The patterns of speech weren't unfamiliar.. Spies spoke in the same sharp, quiet hisses.. Though, the few words that could be heard were entirely nonsensical. These were no spies, these were foreigners to the land. They had no idea of the war that was being fought, nor of the ferocity of the opponent that stood strong in the face of battle... Derek seemed to be translating the guard's words to the other man, ensuring understanding was met. Upon arrival before the guards at the entrance to the supposed living quarters of the leader of the kingdom, Derek shifted in his armor.. It clattered for a moment, though settled nearly as fast as he did. Upon the continuation of their journey, the driver said something aloud to Derek, not hiding the strange language anymore. "Darak, Ven trusv.. Vennas decaver ost der Wagon... In-tro-duce ven." The man held the reins of the horse out to Derek, who took them and stepped a few paces of towards the head of the horse. Then, the previous driver shifted in his seat, vanishing into the canvas. By the sounds of it, he had laid down or sat somewhere to rest. "Hey says to intreduce hem. That is Sylas Verun, hey es mey cle-int ent compenion.. Aye'em un-sher of hes reysins ta'bey here, thew.." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 15/09/2022 22:57 (2 Years ago) |
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Away would lead a string of gold By legend's luck, it was foretold That death awaited those who fol'd The only true thing that might arouse any suspicion was a large weapon within the carriage, made of the same metal as the guard's armor. It was a single-edged blade made for cleaving at a target, an incredibly heavy weapon to be paired with immensely strong armor. One of the bags had a small hole at one place, but nothing much else. Beneath the wagon was only the signs of travel and wear, the elements had not been kind on this journey.. Upon the inspection of the wagon, the driver of the carriage straightened up, trying to look proper. It hadn't precisely worked, what with the bags under his eyes and the dark rings around even those. There was a dagger at his waist, but it seemed mostly for the rights of being a "threat" to an attacker. Of course, he was so thin, so miniscule that he would be easily overpowered in a battle.. The only threat would have been his guardian, suggesting some kind of contract between the two.. The male guard's words seemed to strike a friendly chord with Derek, an understanding grin flashing across his otherwise stern features... "Ah, of kers.. Sec-eraty es of utmast impertance when there es a threat." He gestured to the man driving the wagon, who flicked the reins and proceeded through the checkpoint. He seemed nearly ready to fall asleep right then and there, but through some incredible feat of willpower, he did not. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 15/09/2022 00:55 (2 Years ago) |
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Gleaming through the Daybringer's glare.. Thy beauty brings the prayers to the shrine.. So that a victim might forget the oppressor's stare.. The rising dawn brought guests, unexpected to the kingdom... A wagon, trailed behind a strong, powerful horse.. It was unlike any horse seen by any soul within the kingdom's walls, tall and elegant, yet more muscular than even the strongest beast of burden upon the kingdom's soils, maybe even the continent.. The man who drove the horse onwards was surely unfamiliar with the lands, that showed by his simple features... He was not of a local land or sea, but of a city some great distance away. The back of the wagon sagged with a surprising groan, something large and heavy shifting behind the cover of canvas sheets, designed to provide shelter from the elements.. The sound of shifting armor came from within as two heavily armored legs let themselves down from the hind of the carriage. An impressively powerful man stepped around the wagon, trotting ahead towards the gates of the city. He spoke a few words of a foreign language to the wagon and the man driving it, then approached the gate guards.. The man had impossibly black hair, so dark it seemed to devour the light that touched it. He was decorated with a cape, as well as impossibly thick armor, though it seemed to be made of a light, durable metal and stained to bear the colors of night.. Around his neck, a decorative band was laid, empowered by a pair of lion's heads, crafted of gold, that sat attached at either end of the neckwear. The man held his helmet in hand, eyes of deep blue scanning the area.. The helmet had a mask of metal affixed to it, as well as a pair of horns, reminiscent of a bull. He strode easily forward, glancing at the wagon behind him and gesturing for it to stop.. He turned back to the guardsmen posted at the gate, offering a friendly smile.. Yet when he spoke, he spoke in an accent that told of violence and warfare.. His words were twisted by the accent, making several words hard to understand.. "Ho, guardians.. I usk for pass-adge for meysalf and mey compan-yen.. If Aye must appale to a heyer rank, Aye will do es Aye em told.." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 10/09/2022 22:26 (2 Years ago) |
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Age: Derek claims to be 31 Years of age; Whether this is true or not is unknown. Gender: Male Appearance: Here, you can ask for a written description if absolutely required. Weapons: "Cleaver" Greatsword, Hatchet Other: Derek was, from a very young age, raised in the halls of a guild. This guild, called the Vanguard Suprema, was devoted to recieving clients to their halls and assigning guardsmen to each client. Derek, a very broken child, aspired to be among the strongest of the guardsmen. He began training the day he became of age to be trained, always claiming he would use a mighty blade and march with beasts by his sides... For many years, he trained, until one day he did just that... For those curious, the foxes are siblings, and they are named Clik and Swif. Show
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Age: 27 Years Gender: Male Appearance: Here, a written description can be provided if absolutely required. Weapons: A decorative, long dagger, passed down the Verun family for generations. Other: Sylas began life with prosperity, born into a wealthy family and educated extensively, his mind promising. However, when he turned 10, this was upended entirely.. One of his brothers died in battle, and Sylas began to feel haunted by the ghost of war. Several other members of his family soon perished in the very same war, which raged on for many years.. Sylas inhereted a relic of his family, the dagger on his hip, and shortly moved out of the city he lived within.. Sylas turned to more explicit ways of ridding himself of the demons that haunted him, though found that the drinks he'd favored began to poison him.. He began to see the dead at the age of twenty-two years, and shortly abandoned drinking.. However, when that did not purge the apparations from his mind, he returned to begging upon the bottle, abandoning himself in hopes of ignoring the ghosts that pleaded for him to speak to those that had lost them... Show
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Age: 41 Gender: Male Appearance: Here Weapons: A sword and a dagger Other: Winters used to work for Talla. But after Talla killed his wife he decided to leave the Cloaks and secretly join the Telmarian army. He isn't actually a part of the army, instead, he picks fights with Gwen, launching "assassination" attempts on her to try and get her to fight him in the hopes that she'll better understand the Cloaks fighting tactics. Show
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Age: Unknown, Isobel maintains her own company. Gender: Female Appearance: Here Weapons: An arm-mounted blade and a javelin Other: Isobel has served under Talla loyally and devoutly for as long as she can remember.. Her loyalty is unwavering, everlasting, and unbreakable to Talla's name, and she would gladly sacrifice herself for her ruler... A skilled tactician, Isobel found herself to be one of the best soldiers among the Cloaks, if not the greatest.. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 14/08/2022 17:17 (2 Years ago) |
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Name: Zayus Khari'it (Kah - ree - eet) Age: 23 Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him Role: Servant Appearance: Zayus stands at a precise five-foot seven, roughly 1.70 meters high. His hair is a common brown, his eyes a dull, reflective green. With a relatively small nose and a thin mouth, Zayus is one of those faces that seems to be everywhere, one that you could recognize on anyone. His shoulders are not broad, but they still bear enough power to support weight or fill elegant clothes. In the case of his occupation, this is vital. His body is lithe, but oddly elegant, sporting enough lean muscle to defend a soul, should the need arise. Most often, Zayus wears a pleasant, friendly expression. Personality: Zayus is extremely uptight and proper, doing his absolute best to "play his part," as he claims he's doing. His speech is slow, thoughtful, and often relaxing to hear. As a servant, Zayus sees himself as a less-than-vital part of the kingdom, and therefore feels he must do his very best to maintain his duties. From the outside view, one might see Zayus as cold, duty-driven, and apathetic. However, once he's better known, his own point of view begins to make more sense; he's providing for himself, but appealing to his own interests and selflessly serving others, whilst maintaining an air of professionalism. Other: Name: Ciruas "Trick" (That's seer - hoo - us) Age: 17 Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her Role: Archer Appearance: Ciruas stands at a rough five-foot three inches, about 1.6 meters. She wears auburn hair in a tight ponytail, often under a gray hood sewn to her clothing. Often, she wears this hood due to scars that cover the back of her neck. Nobody knows what the scars were from, not ever herself. (The working theory is that it's an odd effect of the wasteland.) Her eyes are a shocking gray, and sharper than an eagle's, able to detect even the slightest movements at a great distance. Most often, she can be seen wearing light leather armor over a loose-fitting cloth tunic. Her body is lithe, agility being her strongest talent. While she knows how to climb, sprint, and shoot a bow, agility is her primary resource. Personality: Ciruas is often a bit silent, always waiting for input from others. Whether it's criticism or advice, she'll always listen. This makes her far too serious, though, often thinking over joking comments with a very critical passion, assuring she does everything right. Rarely will she offer her own input on a situation, unless she's asked to scout something or spot something. Equipment: Ciruas wields a wickedly sharp dagger, which is always sheathed on her left hip. On her back, she carries a quiver full of arrows, usually tipped with stone and made by herself, fletched with resources from the trees. Usually, the quiver has twenty arrows in it, but it can be filled from her own stockpile. Usually in her hand, she always carries a Mongolian-styled recurve bow, which she worked on for several weeks some time ago before proclaiming it fit for use, and proclaiming herself an archer by trade of her family... The family which she had no fondness for. Backstory: Ciruas was abandoned rather recently, when she was merely thirteen. She hated her family for it, but quickly found a home in the wastelands, creating shelter for a few weeks before finding other life to accompany, joining the others she found in the dark woodlands. Before her abandonment, Ciruas lived with a family known for their handiwork in woodworking and fletching, technically making them archers by trade. However, only Ciruas was known to be a good shot in her family. Otherwise, her life was bland... Until a few months after she turned thirteen. Other: [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 14/08/2022 15:40 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 16/07/2022 16:43 (2 Years ago) |
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"Well, I-... I don't know.. I suppose I just found it more rewarding to see someone's face when they realize they've been marked dumb, rather than using it to make a living." He shrugged, brushing off any further answers and letting them drift into the silt below. He still seemed intrigued by the offer of redeeming the abandoned fishery, glancing around the room before nodding slowly. "I'll take your offer, of rebuilding this place. I could do it myself, but it would take a long time... Good material isn't exactly easy to steal, and I wouldn't know how to process a log into boards." He cautiously extended a hand, eyeing Asmodeus carefully. Every movement was calculated, every calculation carefully considered. This would be a good boy to have at hand, his analytical eye was sharper than most. Any alarming situation, any unforetold issue, Chervil would be able to process it in an instant and react. "Chervil. Chervil Bartholomew. And you are?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 15/07/2022 04:57 (2 Years ago) |
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Despite his small stature, the boy was impressively defensive of the weapon, the one he could not lift. It was more than a weapon, it seemed, to this brother in thievery. He pointed at the wall where it had been mounted but moments before, a silent demand that it be placed back upon the small nails that held the massive blade upon the rotting wood. "When I buy this place and rebuild it, that sword is going to be the symbol of it. So I need it to stay here, where it's already the most useful it can be. We are not at a time of war. At least, not yet. Besides, great swords take the skill of many years of swordsmanship.. You seem more akin to wielding a dagger and stepping through shadows. Am I wrong?" The analyzation was sudden and grotesque, though it seemed to be the watchful eye of a thief that had drawn that conclusion. Indeed, even now, a knife could easily be seen hidden upon the boy, a single metal lockpick bundled with it. His silken shorts also seemed to be that of a more skilled master of the shadows, every movement bringing out a sound closer to nix than the sound created by more average trousers. The abhorrent lack of a shirt seemed to aid with his silence as well, the simple sash across his chest a perfect cradle for something valuable... Indeed, this was a thief, a picklock who knew his trade better than most of his age. His blade stayed sheathed, though, despite his treacherous words and dangerous stance. His tongue was plenty sharp to harm the victim, though, but those seemed to be his only weapons; a thief out for not money, but for satisfaction. His mind worked differently, maybe, not quite seeking to fulfil the lustful bite of Apollo's greed, but to see the look on someone's face when they realize they've been outfoxed by a mere child. "Oh, the traps, by the way, weren't set by me. Mother Nature let the settle upon this place. The rotting boards were caused by Zephyr, by the salted breeze. The ropes and chains fell through the flooring after this place was abandoned. And the spikes near the rope are sea urchins, nothing too special about them. You'll have noticed how this place is rather flooded..." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 14/07/2022 20:15 (2 Years ago) |
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But something was terribly amiss, he saw that as soon as his eyes settled on the ruins of Old Town, the wreckage of the older parts of the city where his sanctum stood resting. The door, it stood ajar, when mere minutes ago it had been shut tight to the world and locked. Chervil knew of no other skilled lock thieves that might take interest in his cove, or even let their eyes rest upon the building for more than a moment. The thief let a few indecent words slip across his tongue, approaching the building at a hasty jog. Peering silently into the door, he saw several rotted boards were missing from the maze of the fishery flooring. Pausing, Chervil stepped into the warehouse and dangled his legs into the pit before him. With a sudden movement, he flung himself across, scrambling for a hold on the braces that held up the whole building. Hoisting himself into the rafters of the lower floor, the thief began to crawl, pressing himself flat against the wood to make the best time possible, his ears straining to hear another life within the rooms around him. He heard nothing, though the picklock hastily swinging down from the rafters and landing on a makeshift bench, which was really just an overturned trough, originally meant to hold water and dead fish. The thief swung his arms for a moment, the trough nearly tipping sideways as he found his balance. Directly in front of him was the trinket he'd found one day on the beach, the very same blade that gave the fishery its new name; Great Sword Sanctuary. The sword was a beautiful thing, not a spot of tarnish upon it, even before being pulled from the silt of the oceans and tides. Some metal that never succumbed to the woes and greed of nature. It gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight as well, a different color reflected from every angle. Of course, Chervil might never wield it, for so small was he, compared to the sword, that it would no doubt betray him as master and be too heavy for his lithe frame to support. A great sword was a very special weapon, of course, as it was everywhere. Only the most skilled of blademasters dared to wield it, the massive blade offering no extra protection, and denying the user any choice of a shield. No simple child might carry it without strain, though it made for a glorious spectacle, especially when it stood mounted on the wall of the sanctuary. The weight of the blade would hopefully discourage other thieves, though it wasn't exactly a tool best used for self defense, either. Chervil, now relieved that his prized possession hadn't been nabbed away from him, turned to retreat back to the door, to lock it. However, as he turned, his eyes met with the crimson stare of another, a bewitched terror sulking in the umber lighting. The smaller thief went very still, his body suddenly bristling with jealousy and aggression. "Hold there! Show yourself!" [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 12/07/2022 17:31 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 12/07/2022 02:18 (2 Years ago) |
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"Oh, a beggar boy. I assume you want something in return, yes?" "Oh, not at all. I just recognized, due to your exquisite clothing, that you might need this one extra coin." The woman went silent, Chervil striding right past, flicking the coin to the woman with his thumb. She caught it clumsily, stunned by the audacity of the thief. How sarcastic was he, how arrogant, that he could speak in such a way? His receding figure was seen descending towards the ocean, mere minutes away from the perfect tranquility of his Great Sword Sanctuary. Only he held the key, and only he could ever learn to find a way in, through the hangman's maze of rope and chain, built to hold the catch of the day above the floor to be gutted and sold. Though, despite the silt to desperate to claim what floorspace there was left, no danger was posed to the agile thief. Chervil knew every slip and every false path, so rotted were the floorboard that they might swallow a fool whole. No, it took the most careful of steps to know which boards might betray the unwary, and which would strain to support those who tread upon them. However, as tempting as the lovely hideout of the thief sounded, something else drew his attention. Not with the hideout, no, but with the air around him. Had it been but a few minutes earlier, no disturbance would have sought the ears of the awoken, no creeping tone clawing desperately for the attention of those that heard it. Chervil turned back towards the town, hearing the alarm ringing high overhead, a shrill screech to ears too sensitive. Some kind of furry beast vanished into the earth further along the shoreline, tormented by the hellish sound. However, the infiltrator seemed eager to approach the horn, to know what issue disrupted the town. Chervil Bartholomew started at a quick trot towards the center of the township, his mind plagued with questions, and his body plagued with quivering energy... Perhaps purchasing that odd, strong-scented dark drink wasn't such a bright idea, it made him shiver so violently. Though, his energy was boundless now. The merchant came from no near place it seemed, with a drink made of a plant that dared to bless the consumer with plentiful energy. It pushed Chervil to run faster, to find out what all was happening. [Read more] |