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Post by Spectre on Jan 25, 2011 23:45:42 GMT -5
Wren felt his face begin to burn, as he realized that Rynak was playing a joke- it had been obvious that he wasn't nearly skilled enough to actually defeat him. The fake death, though, got a laugh from most everyone. Calm down, he told himself. He couldn't help it; when Rynak finished rambling around the field and fell to the ground, he realized he was laughing too.
Shaking his head, he walked back over to where his instructor lay. "Your talents were wasted in the guard!" one of the others shouted. A grin on his face, he extended his hand to help Rynak up. "Thanks," he said.
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Post by oracle on Jan 28, 2011 17:51:19 GMT -5
Liam like most of Rynak's guards were taught to always be alert so he easily heard Mura's comments. The one about the government was essentially preaching to the choir as far as Liam was concerned. Then she commented on playing dead on the battlefield, "Might work, but I wouldn't want to risk it. After all my opponent might have a policy of stabbing every dead body on the field one extra time 'for good measure'. I'd rather get stabbed standing up than laying down."
As Wren helped Rynak up Rynak shouted back at Liam as he finished making his comment to the huntress, "You have no talents to waste in the army! Speaking of your lack of talent get over here and spar with Wren, you could use some practice." Rynak headed towards the fire Liam was trying to get started.
Liam shrugged to Mura and oblidged as he headed towards Wren. As the two passed Rynak handed off his stick to Liam and the guard lined up ready to fight with Wren. Rynak nealt down next to the stack of logs Liam had been trying to turn into a fire. He pulled a piece of flint and a piece of metal from his belt. He struck them together just once and the sparks started a weak flame at the base of one of the logs.
"Fight!" Rynak shouted to the two standing ready to spar. With the order given he went back to fanning the weak flame.
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Jan 28, 2011 23:03:31 GMT -5
Mura shrugged at Liam's comment, blushing. She'd been kidding, but apparently he hadn't realized it. Liam left to spar with Wren and Rynak took his place, starting the fire that had previously remained stubbornly unlit. He fanned the flame, trying to get it to take better hold of the wood. She wanted to speak up and suggest they find smaller tinder to start up, letting it gain hold there before coaxing it onto the bigger logs, but she wasn't sure how he'd take it.
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Post by Spectre on Jan 28, 2011 23:20:49 GMT -5
Wren shook his head in amazement. Rynak and his men could laugh and insult one another, but he still commanded so much respect- the commander truly was something special. In a way, it almost made sense that he'd parted paths with the stuffy, rules-bound king and general.
He saw Liam walking towards him, away from Mura. She didn't seem to talk much, but apparently she'd speak up when it mattered most- she proved that in the throne room.
Though his aching arms told him differently, Wren knew he should be glad for the chance to continue training; he still had a lot to learn from this group. Again, he found himself being grateful for joining up with them.
As Liam approached, Wren held his branch in the same stance, content to not rush into things. He didn't speak, but his eyes said it all: Your move.
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Feb 20, 2011 2:59:37 GMT -5
(OoC: *cough* I was leaving an opening for Rynak to show that he does know how to light a fire, but since he's not taking the opportunity...)
After watching Rynak's fire flicker weakly for a few long moments, Mura decided she couldn't just let him fight with it. Several quick steps took her to the edge of the trees, where she gathered several twigs and a few small sticks. They weren't ideal, but they'd do to get the fire burning.
She moved back over to kneel beside Rynak and placed the twigs carefully. When they'd caught, she added the sticks, letting the flames spread and grow. To her satisfaction, the larger logs that Liam had placed started to burn better in the larger fire.
The end of Adrian's current tune saved her from having to deal immediately with Rynak's reaction, as she looked up at the musician and asked, "Where did you learn that?"
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Post by oracle on Feb 20, 2011 12:34:12 GMT -5
(OoC: Sorry, my current schedule is more intense and busy than last semester, and I don't have much time, and when I do I don't have the will to try to put something together. Soon I should be back to normal as I work out the rythym.)
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Feb 21, 2011 12:42:16 GMT -5
(OoC: No worries... Just thought I'd give it a nudge. Notice I provided openings for two people to talk, haha.)
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Post by Genesis on Mar 12, 2011 17:39:49 GMT -5
(Ooc: sorry I've been gone so long. Life's been either hectic or spent sick as of late)
Adrian was content with merely playing his flute, ignoring the mock fights and smiling slightly at Rynak's inability to light a fire. After Mura got the flame stablized, she looked over to him and said, "Where did you learn that?"
Adrian smiled sheepishly at having her attention, he never was all that good at conversation. "I taught that piece by one of my instructors, about a month before we left. He asked me to use it in 'an epic.' He always said... he died a few days later." Adrain didn't like the particular topic, but Siras had always inspired him, especially after his untimely death.
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Mar 22, 2011 8:39:06 GMT -5
Mura winced inwardly as Adrian mentioned that his instructor had died. She always managed to ask the wrong questions.
"I'm sorry," she offered quietly. "It's a beautiful song. It would be perfect for an epic, I think. How, um, how long have you been playing?"
(OoC: Sorry, no time for anything more than that.)
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Post by Genesis on Mar 22, 2011 21:47:47 GMT -5
Adrian thought for a moment before answering. No one had ever asked him before. Except for Beo in his own odd fashion, but Adrian doubted his humanity. Mura on the other hand, was human. More alive than any individual he'd been with since Siras. "About eight years ago was the first time I held a flute. Seven years since I made music my trade..." He paused again, wanting to keep a conversation going. Beo and Kalaman weren't exactly the most verbal sort, nor did Adrian care to speak with them. So he continued. "How 'bout you? Raised a hunter, or are you one of those rangers I hear so much about from my fellow artists?"
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Mar 24, 2011 18:13:09 GMT -5
Eight years... That was a long time. Mura wished she'd had a chance to learn music of some kind when she was young, but her family had been concentrating on survival and hadn't had the money to pay for lessons of any kind. She froze up for a moment at the mention of her past - the thought of her family - as she had ever since the goblin attack. She bit the inside of her cheek lightly before answering.
"No, no, I'm not a ranger." She forced a light laugh. "My father taught me. I didn't have any brothers, so he taught me to hunt and such so I could help gather food."
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Post by Genesis on Apr 11, 2011 21:46:18 GMT -5
Adrian nodded, unsure of what to say next. He twiddled with his flute for a moment and began an soft lullaby, one he swore was almost magical.
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Post by oracle on Jun 14, 2011 10:39:07 GMT -5
(OoC: Well now most people have been around the last few days, I think its time we move on and I just so happen to have a new scenario all ready to go, so we'll be pulling one of my favorite RP manuevers (the time lapse) Hopefully everyone RPing can see that this will hopefully be starting back up and I will have time to post and such.)
**Two days later**
During mid-afternoon Rynak can begin to see a small cluster of thatch roofed houses not very far up the road. The land here has gotten slightly more bumpy but it is nowhere near the size of the hills beyond the small village ahead. The hills coming up are his goal, but Rynak couldn't help but wonder how they were going to search all of them.
In a few minutes time the whole group reached the village. It was a simple enough town, probably barely over 100 people living in or around it. The main road branched into two main streets in the town. The right branch passed by a number of small hovels, some stables, and what appeared to be a very small guard post. The left branch led to a series of buildings with signs for several different kinds of stores. A blacksmith, a cooper, a tanner, a pawnshop, and a carpenter. Across from these stores was the largest building in town, though not by much. A two story building between the two main roads had a sign saying simply "Erok's Inn". A smell of alcohol filled the town out to the edge, mixing with a vaguely burnt smell that seemed to surround this entire area.
"We'll resupply and spend the night here. I'll go get some rooms, the rest of you can do what you want, but lets meet up in the inn for dinner to plan how we're going to figure out those hills." Rynak said and began walking towards the large two story building at the center of town. Liam instinctively followed along after his commander.
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Post by Genesis on Jun 14, 2011 23:11:31 GMT -5
Adrian felt uncomfortable. He'd never liked towns, and certainly not this one. His cloak was drawing a lot of stares... some curious, but mostly suspicious and fearful. Personally, he felt more comfortable among cloaked figures with various paraphernalia hanging off them. He decided he'd stick with Mura or Rynak... he'd been the object of townfold prejudice before, and he'd rather have someone with some guts next to him. But still, he felt uncomfortable around everybody in thier group. Or I could just play for a while and make some money. He decided that he would play later, and stick with Mura for now. Making sure his sleeve thouroughly covered the cut on his arm, he asked Mura timidly, "Mind if I just follow you? I don't necessarily like the stares I'm getting from these people." Dred snarled to himself. He'd find it much easier to focus if there wasn't a trail of blood some bastard was leaving. It was hard enough without her smell to keep him company. His immediate instinct was to follow and hunt, but he had to keep his wits about him. He needed this job. He needed the money. He needed the king's head on a plate, and the best way to do that was to convince Rynak of... something... d**n bastards took her from me! With this, he trotted onward, clad in some poor farmer's cloak and boots. (ooc: just an fyi, but I think you get it anyway, the she Dred's obsessed with is the scarf... her scarf. I have no idea whose )
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Jun 14, 2011 23:14:34 GMT -5
After two days of travel, they arrived in a small village. Mura's throat constricted at the first sight of it, and she willed herself not to cry as the scents reached her. A strong, acrid tang from the tanner's, metal and heat from the blacksmith, wood shavings from the carpenter, and other pleasant and unpleasant smells of humans and animals in close proximity, all with an undertone of strong alcohol... It was so like the village her family had lived near.
Rynak told them to meet in the inn for dinner and left them to their whims. Mura stood still for a moment, looking around. She ran a hand through her ponytail, tugging out a few tangles, then took a few wandering steps toward the guard post.
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