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| Winter | Jul 25 2008, 01:59 AM Post #16 |
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(( OOC: if you read the previous post more carefully you notice her horse doesn't actually have a saddle)) "I do not worry about such things." Radeah replied to Maximillian with lightness in her soft tone. Why should a person with a spirit of void god with them fear for such silly things? Most likely Istria should be afraid of her but what they do not know... She grabbed the mug Maximillian offered and sniffed the content. She got up and walked a few steps to her stallion that immediately started gently gnawing on her shoulder. She softly pushed his head back, not feeling like getting signs of affection from the animal. She reached for some herbs from the bag on the horse's back and mixed them in to the mug. She walked back to the fire and took a seat again. "Forgive me for being so, but you looked like been through rough travel. T'would be best if you unsaddle your friend over there and let him graze a bit. He looks tired. And a bit young to traveling such long distances." "I forgive you, traveler, for I suspect you know not better. My horse is free to go when ever he wants, as you see his is not bound anywhere and he carries no saddle, I do not force him to be in my company. He leaves me when he wishes and he will also return. His soul is bound to mine for I watched upon his growth and I became a part of his pack." Radeah explained calmly, taking a sip from her mug with a serene stare in her eyes. She then laughed, "And he is not the youngest horse around but he is in the best age." The stallion was gnawing on grass, leisurely moving a step or two occasionally. "How goes my old friend, the Archmagi of Ethreas? I trust he is in good spirits?" Hes smile is gone and she stares at the man for a while. Why would he presume she was from Ethreas? She carries no symbols hinting such. "I would not know, good man, why would you think of such?" She says shortly, smiling now. She did know the archmagi but would she tell them? No. Most likely the archmagi was about as confused and pissed about her leaving in the middle of the night as the priests were. But that was weeks ago. But her knowing men in such high places...well she didn't have to let the whole world know about it. "I am just a simple woman, making my way to Istria." She takes another sip from her mug. The herbs made her mouth feel tingly. |
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| Maximillian | Jul 25 2008, 03:45 PM Post #17 |
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((ooc: i've read it carefully... i merely added a few literary gambles and license... max's drunk.. sorry though, was typing through cell phone last night)) "Oh tis would seem then that I have imbibed too much drink, if a saddle upon your steed my eyes hath seen," Maximillian taking another silver flask from his coat and opening it released a small whiff of a much stronger alcohol. He poured a healthy amount unto the Apprahead's mug and his. "After all I know not much of horses, much as I know about gears and wheels. Also, I think mine eyes, are fleeting with images of which I would have imagined, after all I just regained my consciousness. So I ask upon thee and thine steed, a most abject of apologies." Maximillian was a well traveled man and even the simplest things did not evade his senses. There was a lot you can learn from gestures, clothing and even smell. Even the skin color and customs oft escape from the most adamant of people. This girl, this woman who now joined the merry little campfire even though she wished she was invisible, hinted her origins in the most smallest of ways. Take for example the clothes she wore, Ethrean weave consisted of three to four threads as opposed to the Istrian six threads and the Nautillian ten. A trained eye of a traveler Maximillian has honed over the years and even a stronger nose. The herbs were from the south. Even a lowly conjurer with a little knowledge of herb lore could guess the herbs and plants whose scent mingled so lightly in the air. One only need listen to the whisper, smell the air and view the situation - while acting the part of a fool. T'was also a good thing to keep timepieces. "I'm sorry, I presumed wrong then. I was inquiring for he is but an old acquaintance and a good friend to keep. You see my friend here Master Giggles are going on a trip myself, isn't that right young Master? And I thought that you were from Ethreas, perhaps we can get news of the Archmagi's well being. Maybe even introduce my young friend here to the ruddy bastard." continued the Nautillian appearing even more drunk and bespirited as a few words slurred through the night air, "Even simple folks I reckon would know of the Archmage's well being, seeing that his fame precedes his reputation. That's what the bastard deserves to... good God what fun we had back in our days of youth. That was of course when he was well traveled as I am, but he has chosen to grow roots instead of not gathering fanglefern moss." |
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| Abnormal-Child | Jul 25 2008, 08:39 PM Post #18 |
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“Heading south to battle…”, Giggles grunted over his shoulder as he tended to the hairy human for a few moments longer but was pleasantly surprised when the man came to and was quick to inject himself into the conversion, giving Giggles little chance to get another word in for a time. Giggles grasped the humans arm firmly as he drew himself to his feet and gave him a strong lift which quickly pulled him onto his feet where he went back to his business and moved to his side of the fire which could be guessed to be his comfort zone in this current environment. Seeing as the man seemed to have recovered well by this point and the pair had broken into a conversion and were sharing drink Giggles decided to finish of his mug with a might gulp and wondered off for a small time to take a piss in the bushes which he returned from soon to over hear the woman stating her closeness to her beast and the time they had been together. “Never get close to meat, never know when your have to slit it’s throat and cook it for meat. Easier when you’ve got no feeling for the animal, goes the same for humans”, he muttered the last pair with a grim grin and a nasty little giggles which he quickly covered as he clasped his meaty fist around his mouth to cover his laughter. “You talk well for a simple woman love, same goes for you to hairy, talk plain”, he grunted the last part with a broad smile as he stared down into his mug and took a heavy snort of the smell up his sensitive nostrils and let his mouth water freely for a moment. “That’s right, can’t say it will be enjoyable, I don’t do well on ships, weak belly for such things”, he said with a smile as he made a sick like express at the very idea of travelling on one of those vessels. |
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| Winter | Jul 26 2008, 01:42 PM Post #19 |
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"Though I am a simple woman have I studied and traveled far. How much do you know about the politics? Because then you would know that in Enthreas Archmage does not socialize with the common man and his reputation only comes with the news on battles and politics...and you never know which part is propaganda, lies to the common man to keep them from worrying. Only those who enjoy tea with the Archmage can answer to your question with truth." Radeah said with a blank tone. Her god was speaking to her in the back of her mind, hissing and cursing about the foolish drunken man who saw saddles where they weren't. Radeah listened to the hairy man ramble about traveling and then the apperhead cut in. “Heading south to battle…” She nodded as a sign of understanding. "I have seen the battle rage. You are going to face a proper fight." She poured down the rest of her drink and looked inside the mug. Some priests told the future from the herbs she had put in to the drink. She looked at them but all she could see from the herbs on the bottom tell that she would travel. That wasn't exactly news. “Never get close to meat, never know when your have to slit it’s throat and cook it for meat. Easier when you’ve got no feeling for the animal, goes the same for humans” "You do not see the value of a friend who does not understand the human manners of lies and politics." Radeah said placing her mug to the ground. "And if I was to one day slit his golden throat, I would do it feeling honor to be the one doing it. I would mourn and I would pray for his soul but with honor I would let him go." She threw a glance at Giggles. Her eyes had a cunning and sinister look to them. "With humans I do not know about such feelings that would keep me from cutting their throat." “You talk well for a simple woman love, same goes for you to hairy, talk plain” "Well I thank you for saying that. It compliments my simple nature. Words are a weapon that can be more effective than your swords, warrior. If you look at history, more often have words started a war than mere swords. It's good to know your way around them." She smiled and got up from the ground, cleaning her dress. "But I too appreciate simpler talk that does not remind me of politics or the royal." Her horse strolled to her, resting his muzzle on her shoulder. "There there Yagos." She muttered to him and scratched his forehead. Kill them, kill the drunken fool, kill the soldier. They both must die in the name of Mertenah! The spirit was agitated. The Radeah's eyes froze as she listened to the demanding whisper. Silently she denied to obey though she felt strong urge to do what the spirit said. But she knew when it was just annoyed and it was easier to calm down. She would not gather attention by killing two travelers that meant nothing to her. Though the drunken man was talking like a high class gentleman. This could mean he carries connection to people she was planning to get rid of...he could well gossip about running into her. That would make her life harder if people would happen recognize her from his description. Yet again he was drunk now, maybe he would also slip that detail and people would then ignore his words. Radeah sunk into her thoughts weighing her options. |
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| Maximillian | Jul 28 2008, 03:34 PM Post #20 |
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"I would verily doubt that Master Giggles," Maximillian turning his attention towards the Apprahead. "Not on my ship, she's as steady as the four winds herself even through a dark dense lightning storm she handles like a beauty. You can ask my crew that. We adventurers oft do not care for race, creed or color. Why two of your kindred, Appraheads like yourself, work in the ship, so that largely gives you a rough estimate of the ship. Well, its not exactly a ship, you see - she's more of a fortress or a castle on the air. And I wager if you get sick with her, I pay for your travel expenses." Maximillian punctuated the last words with a small laughter which made him look even more drunk. Acting drunk and getting drunk, were after all two things. That he learned ever so closely when he was still a robust lad of 13 when he was schooled by one of his uncles - a thespian traveler. Then he turned his drunken attention towards the woman. "Politics is best left to bureaucrats. Personally I dislike politics. It gets me bored so quickly as watching the grass grow in my garden. Politics, schmolitics... I dare say its rather a barbaric recourse of all creatures to resort to native imperturbability. Its long, its tedious and its damn well boring. Politics is for children." "Tea? Good heavens has he gone mad! A thousand summers and ten years ago he would not dare touch a drop, even if I offered it in a gilded cup. This is grave news indeed if the Archmagi now has resorted to tea! Many times I chided him and urged him to take a cup in our youth but he refused, and this news you bring of tea drinking is very grave indeed!" Maximillian shockingly blurted out at the lady's mention of the words Archmagi and tea. He took out a timepiece, this time it was a silver timepiece much smaller that he had taken moments ago. The timepiece however did not possess a face nor symbols, but in its place was just a blank black face which to most people who have seen it would say it was just a wisp of cloud trapped in a small vessel. Which was true of course. Maximillian turned a few knobs and looked at the timepiece. Odd. There are four of them here tonight, five including the horse - but the clock shows a sixth. It was in that time, that Maximillian knew he must get the watch fixed. "Tea! By Jove." "I would surmise that my crew is taking things a little slow tonight. Oh well they should be here in a quite the record time for slowness." Maximillian mumbled as he pocketed the timepiece. |
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| Winter | Jul 28 2008, 06:14 PM Post #21 |
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"Politics is best left to bureaucrats. Personally I dislike politics. It gets me bored so quickly as watching the grass grow in my garden. Politics, schmolitics... I dare say its rather a barbaric recourse of all creatures to resort to native imperturbability. Its long, its tedious and its damn well boring. Politics is for children." "Politics is for adults with patience." Radeah said with a flat tone. "Running through life and impatience like yours, good man, is for children." She corrected. "Politics can be more brutal than a sword but if you use it right it can be like a caring mother. However I know better than to discuss about this with you for I see you have not enough knowledge or interest on the matter." "Tea? Good heavens has he gone mad! A thousand summers and ten years ago he would not dare touch a drop, even if I offered it in a gilded cup. This is grave news indeed if the Archmage now has resorted to tea! Many times I chided him and urged him to take a cup in our youth but he refused, and this news you bring of tea drinking is very grave indeed!" "Tea is a drink of a patient man who appreciates the power of the herbs. I am sure the Archmage has experienced a lot since you have last encountered him. Wise men know better than to drink what you have drunk to get your eyes to see saddles where there are no such things." She said, folding her hands on her chest. The Archmage indeed wasn't a drinker like this man was. He knew better. He had tasted the herbs, mixed by priests, he had felt the affect of them. Surely there was no better feeling than a drink that will make you feel better and not worse afterwards. She herself had made tea with the high priests and priestesses and enjoyed it with Archmage and politicians. She turned to face her horse, Yagos. She scratched his head pondering whether she should continue on her way. The spirit within her resisted for it wanted to chop the drunken man's head off. |
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| Abnormal-Child | Jul 29 2008, 11:16 AM Post #22 |
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“Politics is the sword. Politician are the ones who send folk like me off to die to improve their wealth. Politics, fat men, with fat wallets I say”, Giggles answer, spitting into the dirt on the subject. He hated Politics, always a way to start a argument Giggles said. He sat in silence for a time as the pair spoke of things he didn’t understand or would even understand. He loved to travel, but not to meet new people but to see new things. His life was short and sights were something that would get him by, not friendships with folk from distant lands. He spat again into the dirt. “While we’re on the topic of herbs, Ill hope neither of you mind myself lighting up a pip”, Giggles mutter as he moved to his back pack and rummaged though it until he came across a fine looking wooden pipe and gathered up some fluffy brown moss and thumbed it into the end. With a smile he gripped hold of a small ember of fire and ripped it from the fire and forced it into the pip and took a a few puff to get it going. Odd how be never though about it but he had quite the talent with Fire, much like any of his race, even if he didn’t quite no any spells as of yet. A purple mist rolled from his nostrils and mouth, its spelled like chocolate in a way as he rolled out over the camp area and seemed to aggravate the flames of the fire. A a sharp toothy grin formed over Giggles face as he stared deep into the flames of the fire and saw many twisted images rise and fall in the flames and smoke. Some say the moss Giggles smoke helped one see the very spirits, other simply said it’s caused someone to becoming rather enlightened. With a smile he pulled the pipe from his lips and offered it out toward the others. |
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| Maximillian | Aug 15 2008, 12:00 PM Post #23 |
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"I beg to differ on the subject of politics m'dear," Maximillian curtly cutting in, "I myself am an elected plenipotentiary of a northern power and believe me that politics can be a real burden especially to those who act motherly. Politics is a game of cat and mouse, and when politicians are not kissing babies, they surely are to be found stealing their lollipops and gumdrops. And most adults with patience in my experience are either scheming to kill their predecessors or trying to rule the world. Being an adult most the times can kill a man, sometimes you have to be a child to experience the finer things in life. All work and no play goes the old saying, makes one dull as a slime gel. Just like tea I would surmise... a tea for every occasion and a drink for every celebration." Seeing the Apprahead offer a bit of weed, Maximillian readily accepted it and inhaled and played with the smoke. The Apprahead had good taste in his blend. Old Tobias, fourteen sixty blend, aged perfectly and retaining a crisp sharp flavor that flickered like sunlight inside one's tongue. Maximillian puffed one and blew out little smoke rings before passing the pipe again to the others. "Good blend Master Giggles. Very good blend." Maximillian said happily as he took another bite off the bacon. Saddles. |
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| Winter | Aug 15 2008, 12:44 PM Post #24 |
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Radeah shook her head. "Your opinion both amuses me and makes me feel pity. Life is a dance and if you know what steps to take, the rhythm can be your friend. And I'm guessing you do not know how to dance nor do you care to hear the rhythm, that is why it is pointless for me to even discuss this with you." She raised her hand to dismiss the drunken man. "By the names of all gods and goddesses I know, I--" She suddenly paused, staring into distant with a blank gaze. She listened to the vague voices in her head that sounded distant yet so clear. She grabbed Yagos' mane. " I must go." She forgot what she was going to say and she didn't even care about that anymore. The spirit was almost screaming for her to continue. Her whole body felt the need to leave these men and continue the journey. Radeah hopped lightly in her horse. She then threw a glance down at the two men. In her eyes there was intense determination and her presence was indisputable. And I shall remember you as the drunk and the warrior.... She memorized their faces. "I wish you well on your journey." Radeah said with a polite nod, clicking her tongue, which made her horse whisk his head up before sprinting into a graceful trot. Hurry! Hurry!" |
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| Abnormal-Child | Aug 19 2008, 12:29 PM Post #25 |
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Giggles nodding toward the hairy human after his complement and grasped his pipe once more and took a heavy drag and filled his lung for a moment. The pair’s conversation was rather boring in old Giggles mind. Talk of politics never for him going, part from when it came to Tax’s, which he avoided or the bring of war which he’s applauded. Oddly enough the women broke mid sentence and took her leave, with some haste from what Giggles could see. He made little attempt to say his farewells but offered a sagely nod and lightly taps his skulls with his index figure, a gesture mage by his people to say far travels. With a grunt Giggles blew out the smoke with a heavy snort and watched as the flames of the fire erupted and twisted as the smoke knocked against his smoke. To a user of magic, that would have been a clear example of level one fire magic, to Giggles it was simple a child’s trick he learned when he was a boy seeing as his people were naturally gifted in the arts of fire. “Huh the Horse-lover spoke as much crap as you, Hairy….you pair must have had some schooling behind you to be able to babble on so much about such a dry subject. More herbs?”, he asked with a smiled as he extended out his offer once more and lightly wriggled his toes in the dirt. |
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| Maximillian | Sep 16 2008, 01:31 PM Post #26 |
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"I never had that much schooling except of course the time I spent growing up with a few relatives of mine old boy. The trick in babbling on and on my dear master Giggles is knowing how to act knowledgeable on the subject even if you do not know an ounce of the matter being interpolated upon. In plainer words, my friend, its knowing how to horse shit your way around the forest of eternal plight. And yes, more herbs would be grand Master Goggles." continued the man whose actions hid a clockwork mechanical mind which was now pondering into the abyss of today's events. Strange. Maximillian's mind now delved deeper and deeper till it was all aglow with whirling transient nodes of thoughts careening towards a cosmic vapour of invention. One thing that posed another conundrum was the clocks and their strange reaction to the woman. "I do beg your pardon for asking this my friend," Maximillian slyly asking the large Apprahead, " but what say of our companion now long gone? Did you notice anything peculiar? Unusual perhaps?" |
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| Abnormal-Child | Sep 16 2008, 06:10 PM Post #27 |
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“Huh so you’re a liar then?”, he asked with a hint of a smile as he handed over the pipe. His mind pressed slightly further, thinking a little deeper on the topic and deciding the mans word couldn’t in truth be trusted unless he displayed proper evidence in the future. “Nothing wrong with that. Can’t say I’m not a fan of bending the truth when in a heap of shit”, he nodded sagely on the matter and rubbed his thick toes in the dirt, cutting grooves in the ground as he often did. “Hmm didn’t notice much part from she loved that bit of meat a bit to much. Huh could be a horse fucker!”, he grunted with a deep roll of laugher at his own comment. “Part from that, she was a bit of a stuck up cow who didn’t know her place if you ask me. Should have took my blade to her to shut her trap. Life is a dance! I’m a fucking great dancer in my own village. Life is no dance, it’s a endless conflict! Bah the topic disheartens me. You believe in the gods? The endless conflict against the elements and the void?”, Giggles asked in a attempt to change the topic. |
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| Maximillian | Sep 28 2008, 04:08 PM Post #28 |
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"My dear fellow," the man chuckling whole heartedly, " I do not lie. It is not in my nature to lie. Plainly speaking its ungentlemanly to lie and do so good sir is to incur the displeasure of age old ancient customs. Plainly speaking my dear chap, it is only speaking the truth so honest and pure that one makes other believe that it is indeed a lie. When I said that Idid not have enough schooling, it was indeed true, for I was taken into the company of my relatives and there beyond the corners of halls and buildings, I learned the greatest things in life. A certain panache in handling things, as politicians would sometimes say. But all things aside it does not make a merry camp side story to talk of such trifles." The Duke mused at the Apprahead's observation and though he wished to say his thoughts on the matter, he deemed it necessary to gather facts first before he let out his own say on the subject. From his face, illuminated by a fire a small smile appeared and disappeared as fast as quicksilver. He bit into the clay pipe and puffed a few more smoke rings that steadily went to and fro before vanishing into the misty night air. Maximillian listened as he blew more smoke rings as the Apprahead made a few philosophical interjections before segueing into a topic of Gods, religion and conflict. "Hmmmmm," came the sound from the man's throat as he indulged himself to a few more herbs. He tossed a few more faggots at the fire and poked it several times and turned to the Apprahead, "In all honesty, I respect the gods, yet in all my travels to several continents and countless realms, I always find that this issue, putting it in the words of my uncle Gamallion Francesi, leave the praying to the priest and leave the fighting to the warriors but this you must remember, life is being under a chicken coop." |
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