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Post by RaShayRitto on Oct 24, 2009 6:27:19 GMT -5
The Old One has woken from its slumber. The dense, colorless fog that sweeps over Boletaria spawns demons in its wake. Brave warriors who have yet to lose their souls to the fog and be trapped in the Nexus gather at a checkpoint near the outskirts of Boletaria Castle. A large, sturdy hall stands defiant against the fog--the light from the windows creating an erie glow about the place. Inside the hall serves whatever purpose the travelers need: a taven, infirmary, guild hall, etc. Most importantly, it is a miniscule beacon of hope and humanity in a now desolate land ravaged by the servants of The Old One.
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Post by Olivia Shin-Ra on Oct 25, 2009 0:59:23 GMT -5
A small, frail but shapely woman stands behind an oak bartop inside the checkpoint, engaged in cleaning dirty mugs and tankards. Tresses of her long dark hair continuously fall into her face, and she pauses to pull them back over her shoulder or behind her ear each time. Patrons come and go, some in better condition than others. She can usually tell those with skill or protection at the very least based solely on the level of wear apparent on those that pass her by. Today had apparently been a bad day beyond the safety of the checkpoint. Even those she knew to be sound fighters and survivors were returning in horrid condition.
She cracked a wry, wicked little grin. It was alright. When the men had a bad day, she had a good day. Her purse was thick with coin. The inn was nearly full, and the taps had not stopped until just recently. There was a lull in patronage, perhaps due in part to the hour. She would be closing up shop soon enough.
She turned to place the cleaned containers back on the shelf, and caught a look at herself in the mirror. The clear blue of her eyes seemed to dance a bit, and she shook her head at her hair. So dirty. She would need to petition for a bath tonight.
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Post by RaShayRitto on Oct 25, 2009 4:18:40 GMT -5
Something was amiss. Trevoiaus could not shake that thought from his mind, despite the more pressing matters at hand. He was on a trek through the mountain pass overlooked by Fanghorn, accompanied by his good friend Dante. He and the temple knight had been making good time since they crossed the Boletarian border. Resistance was mostly light--a few bands of shambling men who had long ago lost their souls to the darkness. There were a number of heavy encounters as well, like the towering metallic skeletal beast that nearly took Dante's life with a crushing blow from its massive sword, the blade dulled by years of use and no regard for maintainance. Trevoiaus was able to deflect the blow with his own heavily armored body, charging shoulder-first into the side of the weapon before it could touch down and crush the life out of the temple knight.
Considering the literal hell the two had survived this past month, the loss of Dante was mockingly ironic. As a unit they were an unstopable force. Trevoiaus with his brute force and Dante with his miracle spells and strategies. Often the heavily armored soldier would charge directly into enemy ranks, running his massive winged spear through two foes at a time, while the cunning temple knight would provide support with his miracle spells and heavy iron mace. Looking back it made Dante's death seem all the more....confusing. The two had foolishly decided to set up camp on an old byroad. They had not encountered a single foe in two days and assumed the surrounding area was most likely cleared out by traveling bands of warriors like themselves.
In the darkness a single light shone in the distance. It was a small twinkle that Trevoiaus was quick to dismiss as a lone star breaking through the otherwise empty sky. Dante recognized it for what it was, and in a split second had pushed the towering Trevoiaus out of harms way. The soul arrow pierced the temple knights body, the pain inflicted by the spell causing his legs to buckle as all his strength left him in an instant. Trevoiaus recorvered and turned in time to see his comrade fall....and then vanish. Dante's body, armor, weapon, and shield were no longer present. Before Trevoiaus could even begin to contemplate the implications of this he found himself surrounded by the rest of the ambush. The man was exhausted and his mind was overcome with grief. He could no longer feel his shield arm and the tip of his spear dipped ever to slightly below its usual level. Yet the soldier Trevoiaus engaged the enemy, driven by pure instinct edged by insurmountable rage. He fell every single last foe, recieving their blows and returning them in kind. He was a fearsome beast in that moment...no longer Trevoiaus the soldier.
Hours later he still found himself stumbling through the dark. His spear dragged on the ground behind him,,,,his shield hung low in his limp arm. Every step was an act of sheer determination against his body's cries for death. Blood was pooling around the curves of his armor before snaking down and eventually falling in drops. His head felt heavy despite the fact that he had discarded his helmet just previously. It was damaged beyond repair in the fight and was no longer useful as anything more than a head ornament. Gasping breaths passed between his dry lips and the darkness surrounding his vision grew ever more prominent. He refused to die out here. Wherever Dante went, he would have to wait a little bit longer to be reunited with Trevoiaus.
The large wooden double door to the main hall creaked open as a weary warrior slowly lumbered in. Something was amiss...but Trevoiaus knew full well that it would have to wait. Little did he know the the answer is only revealed to those who lose their lives in that damned fog. He turned his gaze to an old, grizzled man sitting on a stool by a forge--clearly the checkpoints blacksmith.
"Infirm.....the infirma..." Trevoiaus muttered, but it was too late. His body crashed to the floor, sending shield and spear off to both sides. A section of his chin-length sandy hair--matted with blood and sweat--fell in front of his mouth and moved gently with each passing breath. The medium stubble of his strong jaw scraped against the wooden floor as darkness overtook him. The blackness engulfed his vision completely, and then his deep brown eyes were shut. He lay motionless in what he believed to be the final moment of his life.
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Post by missy on Oct 26, 2009 0:38:49 GMT -5
a mysterious girl wanders around the building,then decides to come in. she pushes the door open, and a light breeze makes her light dark cape reveal her long gray silky stockings. as soon as she comes in, she notices a man laying on the floor unconsciously. should she help him, or let him die....? after thinking it over for a couple of minutes, she decides to help the man, and if he would turn on her then she would just kill him with her magic.she takes out a small bottle from the inside of her cape and puts it to the mans lips. in a couple of minutes he should come to...... heres my character:
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Post by RaShayRitto on Oct 26, 2009 4:11:40 GMT -5
twitch
Trevoiaus felt a cool material touch against his lips, followed by a strange tingle flowing down his body in waves. Crescent Moon grass? He was familiar with the herb, for it was commonly used to treat ailments thanks to its seemingly magical healing properties. The battered man wondered if he was imagining things...for their entire stock of moon grass had disappeared along with Dante. Furthermore, he had never experienced such a potent healing before. Such a small dose felt so strong? Clarity slowly came to the man and he opened his eyes. As his vision focused he saw two heeled shoes at the end of crossed legs right before his face.
"The healer?" he thought to himself as he slowly pulled himself together. He brought his hand inward and pushed his torso off the ground as he tucked his knees in so that he was standing on all fours. He lifted his head slowly, still weary, to regard the person before him. He was surprised by what he saw on his way up--women werent rare to find traveling through the fog ridden region, but they were often wearing ample protection like their male counterparts. A mage perhaps? His eyes glanced at the bottle in her hand and guessed that its contents had saved his life. Finally he looked up to see a distinct looking woman observing him with a stoic expression. Judging by her demeanor, Trevoiaus could already tell she was an incredibly capable adventurer. It made sense, considering her apparent skill with alchemy.
The clinking of armor sounded as he stood up and brought himself to full height. Though his expression mirrored hers, he humbly bowed his head.. "Thank you, madam mage, I owe you my life. I have suffered greater wounds in the past, but I am ashamed to say I was sorely unprepared this time" He looked around him and caught the eye of the grizzled old blacksmith, who snorted and turned away--clearly unimpressed with the soldier. Trevoiaus' expression lightened, clearly amused, and gathered his sheild and spear before turning back to face the woman.
"I am Trevoiaus. Should you ever be in need, friend, I will gladly lend you my strength." With that he bowed his head briefly before turning away from the woman to observe his surroundings. She was a stunning beauty, but Trevoiaus knew better than to let it affect him. He had fought along side many female allies in the past, many of them more capable than the most decorated warriors. He regarded this new woman as his equal and ally, much like the other patrons that currently filled the bustling hall. He glanced down at his armor and noted that it had clearly sustained heavy damage in the scuffle. Though the thought of approaching the gruff blacksmith amused him, Trevoiaus instead headed toward the bar. He exchanged some glances with other patrons as he passed, offering a nod to a particularly drunk man with bandages wrapped around his head who lifted his mug to the statuesque soldier and giggled gleefully.
He exhaled as he leaned forward and propped his elbow up on the bar, preferring to stand. He waited patiently as he watched the back of the person tending to the drinks. She clearly seemed a bit distracted, but that was fine as he was consumed in his own thoughts as well. Dante....what is happening here? Trevoiaus knew that all he could do was continue on his mission. The mission shared by every person in this hall as they purchased weapons, tended their wounds, and drank away their pain. He would probably lie low here for a few days before venturing out again, but he would stay in the general area and use the checkpoint as his shelter. Boletaria Castle was nearby after all. If the tales about that place were true then he would need more allies before he could even consider entering that place.
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Post by missy on Oct 26, 2009 19:05:40 GMT -5
she was looking at the man while he was talking,but instead of listening she was examining him. he had a lot of armor that has been damaged and was in great need of reparation. she also noticed that his mind was set on maybe obtaining or finding something.
when she heard him thanking her, she came back to the present and was now looking at him with curiosity.he had thanked her and walked off. she got up herself and fixed her cape and stockings. her shoes were dirty from all the mud outside and she needed to wash them, but before doing that she needed to get into some corner otherwise some people may freak out when they would see her using magic.
she went to a table in the back and sat down. she was about to cast a spell but then quickly changed her mind. the girl took out a handkerchief and put some kind of water from another one of her bottles and wiped the mud right off. she put the dirty cloth and bottle back into her inside pocket and looked around.
she was already getting tired of this place. she needed to get moving.she sighed lightly. its hopeless, she thought, im getting bored of places too quickly. i need to find something challenging, thats out of the ordinary.
the cape was hiding her hair,but there were strands of hair on her eyes, that she moved aside. her hair was a light gray mixed with light blue. her hands had been hidden with white gloves but you could see that the fingers were long and slim; you could also make out the tip of her nail pushing against the glove.
she took out a small bag that was hiding in her cape, and from there she pulled out a sandwich. she was already thinking of leaving but decided to eat before she did. she leaned back against the wall and ate the food while her dark eyes examined the room and the people in it.
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Post by Olivia Shin-Ra on Oct 27, 2009 9:38:55 GMT -5
A metallic clank sounded behind the barkeep, and she looked beyond herself in the mirror to find Trevoaius leaning doggedly upon the bartop. Another wicked little grin flashed across her features as she reached for the largest tankard she could find, filling it with a stout mushroom ale. She turned around, setting the slosh on the counter in front of him, snidely jesting, "Aww, Trevvy have a bad day? Always the overachiever, but you do know tanks are meant to draw damage, not take every bit of it, yes?"
It was brazen of her, but that was Alluveal. She has a sharp tongue. And she didn't know about Dante. She didn't really know either of the two, except for the few passing conversations at the bar. But she knew Trevoaius was down. Seemed like a good time to pick at him.
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Post by RaShayRitto on Oct 27, 2009 22:28:59 GMT -5
Trevoiaus closed his eyes and smiled slightly as he exhaled through his nose. He knew better than to take Alluveal's remarks too seriously. He lifted the giant mug and nodded to the raven haired beauty before turning side-long so that he could look out at the rest of the hall. Though she wasn't a warrior by profession, Alluveal certainly was at home among the fighting men and women of Boletaria. The headache of managing such a place seemed enormous. Luckily trouble makers were often dealt with by the patrons, themselves.
"I was the lucky one, actually" he turned his head to face her again, his expression more serious "Dante fell." With that he lifted his mug to his lips and took a slow slip of its contents
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Post by Olivia Shin-Ra on Oct 30, 2009 4:19:17 GMT -5
Lu (as she was often called by the bar's patrons) grabbed a small folding stool from under the bartop and seated herself in front of Trevoiaus. If for no other reason, this was why the men kept coming back here. The jesting beauty that worked the bar also had a compassionate side and was always willing to help by lending an ear or a shoulder... if she could tolerate them. Trevoiaus wasn't so bad. She even liked him a bit. Of course, she'd never let on. She hadn't even told them all that she could fight. Probably even keep up with the best of them.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I know you two were quite close..." she tried with some small degree of success to stifle a giggle.
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Post by RaShayRitto on Oct 30, 2009 6:23:08 GMT -5
The battered looking soldier couldnt help but betray a smile at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head slowly and put down his tankard of ale, its contents more than one third gone from that delicate looking sip. Such was often the case with Trevoiaus, who displayed a curious blend of grace and power in everything he did. In battle the magnitude of his fearsome presence was matched by the sheer perfection of his technique. His spear never wavered as it pierced heavily armored foes with the precision of a needle and the power of a battering ram. Off the field his movements were often slow and precise, but too natural looking to be calculated. Such were the telltale signs of an honest and simple man--which made him an easy target for Lu's teasing.
"He fancied you, you know" Trevoiaus replied with his head cocked to one side as he looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I always told him he was a terrible judge of women." Then again, he was always willing to engage the woman in a battle of jests.
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Post by Olivia Shin-Ra on Oct 31, 2009 4:00:49 GMT -5
She chuckled a little bit, dropping her eyes to the floor momentarily before returning her gaze to Trevoiaus. "What man here doesn't? Trev, what woman here doesn't?" She sighed a bit, "But for what it's worth, he was a good guy. Always seemed like a sweet little brother type to you."
She pulled a small crystal glass from beneath the counter and filled it from a half-empty bottle of red wine. Taking a sip, she looked into Trevoiaus' eyes. "What will you do now without a partner?"
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Post by RaShayRitto on Oct 31, 2009 4:38:10 GMT -5
Her sudden shift in tone and body language made Trevoiaus blink in surprise. Perhaps he had said too much. Although Lu put up a tough front, everyone still had their soft spots. He made a strong mental note to make amends somehow, whether it be running kegs for the bar or taking extra care when speaking with her. Perhaps it was all in his head, but it was not a soldier's nature to brush off percieved misteps. Out here one learns that lesson very quickly, or becomes one of the soul starved wretches that plague the land.
He matched her gaze as he pondered the question. She knew, ultimately, what he would do. Of course he would not let Dante's death (was it a death...) be in vain, but Trevoiaus was starting from square one. "Rest for now...but spend the down time seeking allies and improving myself," he said after a few moments. "Should....the Divine deem me worthy of more." He swallowed hard and looked down at his ale. For the first time since his near-fatal battle the unshakable Trevoiaus was wracked with pangs of guilt. Had the temple knight not taken action after the soldier's carelessness, it would not be Tevoiaus standing here among the living.
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Post by Olivia Shin-Ra on Oct 31, 2009 11:05:09 GMT -5
A drunkard waved Alluveal over, and she heeded the beckon, asking Trevoiaus to hang on a moment. The man was barely coherent and demanding more mead. Alluveal did not take kidnly to the man's demands and ordered him to leave immediately. "You... bitsch!" he slurred, reaching across the bartop and grabbing the fabric of her top. In a movement without sight, her fist slammed into the man's cheek, sending him toppling onto the floor.
"Leave!" she yelled in return. She stared the man down for a moment before the man scurried to his feet and ran. She glanced at the other patrons seated at the bar for a moment before adding, "All of you. I'm closed." One by one the patrons began to leave as Lu took to her seat in front of Trevoiaus, took another sip of her wine, and took a long deep stare into his eyes.
She curled the glass into herself as she crossed her legs, small jangles of metal resounding from her person. "Trev... damn the Divine. Damn the Demons." She swung an arm slowly around her, indicating the checkpoint. "Damn this place and all the people here. And ask yourself... what is it that you want?"
She blinked onced and a silver sheen crawled quickly across her eyes. "I know what things I want, however often they may change. That is why I am who I am." The air grew heavier as she spoke.
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Post by RaShayRitto on Oct 31, 2009 23:20:45 GMT -5
Trevoiaus considered her words for a moment, realizing he knew nothing about her aside from her role here at the tavern. He had a great deal of respect for her and the others that ran the various wings of the checkpoint, and considered her a friendly aquaintance. The two had never spoken of personal things before now. Perhaps he had a friend to be found in Alluveal. He was about to speak when he heard the large doors slam shut, the lack of noise coming from the room reminding him that it was time for Lu and her staff to close up.
He still felt awake and refreshed, probably due to the mage's potion from earlier. He would join the others heading to the Inn on the other side of the small courtyard in due time. But for now he finished his drink and considered offering a hand. He knew what needed to be done, for on his first ever visit to the checkpoint Lu had forced him and Dante into some manual labor for getting into a scuffle with the other patrons. Of course the two didnt start the fight, but seeing as they won it the others were in no shape to be of any use to the woman.
"What are you looking for out here Alluveal? What do you want?" she seemed very serious now, perhaps lost in unhappy memories or desires for something she had trouble obtaining. He didnt expect her to answer, but perhaps he would find out one day.
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Post by Olivia Shin-Ra on Nov 1, 2009 0:22:29 GMT -5
She smiled a bit. It was a tired smile, but warm, just the same. It reached her eyes. She gave Trevoiaus a searching look before suddenly setting her glass on the bartop. "Honestly? Adventure. I'm just waiting for the right partner."
She held out her hand, palm up, and the already heavy air grew thick and charged. Small motes of light began to dance about her fingertips, eventually forming into a brightly shining orb floating above her palm. The ord grew in size and then seemed to soldify, dancing with iridescent light. She stared into the orb for a few seconds before her eyes locked onto Trevoiaus once more. "But there aren't many who can keep up."
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Post by RaShayRitto on Nov 1, 2009 2:31:39 GMT -5
He stood up straight with his arms crossed as he observed the woman before him. Judging by her build he guessed Lu preferred either ranged or light melee weapons. A magic caster as well...a devestating blend if the person is right, and she certainly had her head on straight. He chuckled, for all he knew she was either way out of his league or just a barmaid with a talent for flashy spells. When youre as experienced as Trevoiaus, though, you know power when you see it. He had no doubts that she had experience, but from where?
"would you trust a man who died on your door step just moments before?" he said half jokingly, but the prospect of gauging her talents on the field intrigued him.
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Post by Olivia Shin-Ra on Nov 2, 2009 10:01:35 GMT -5
She peered into the orb, and without missing a beat or changing the direction of her gaze responded, "I have little reason to trust anyone." She suddenly closed her fist and looked up into Trevoiaus' eyes as the ball of swirling light collapsed instantly. "Fortunately trust isn't always requisite to a working relationship."
Her serious face turned chipper, "Why Trevvy, are you asking me out on a date?" A sudden giddiness sparked behind her eyes, though she hid the rest of the body language well as a thought struck her. What a wonderful way to pick on Trevoiaus! The dainty barmaid, lithe on her feet with a dagger and a wand. Ha! Why go light when magic can make things light for you. "Magic, while my primary mode is not my only mode. I also carry a sword. Would you like to see it?" She flashed him her famous wicked little grin as she brushed a bit of her midnight mane behind an ear.
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Post by RaShayRitto on Nov 2, 2009 23:11:20 GMT -5
Trevoiaus shrugged and looked on with an amused expression. He had never seen Lu quite like this before. She reminded him of a little girl eagerly showing off her possessions to a new friend. It was quite endearing, but he was sure such slips of her composure, however slight, would prove a rarity.
"Lets see it then" he replied, quite sure the woman had more surprises up her sleeve.
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Post by Olivia Shin-Ra on Nov 4, 2009 11:47:26 GMT -5
With what could only be described as a short cross between a squeel and a laugh, Alluveal pulled a ring of keys from one of her many belts, most of which seemed to have no purpose at all. Rifling through the keys, she found the specific one she was looking for and unlocked an oaken door at her back. She reached in, and while her back was turned from Trevoiaus whispered a silent incantation. When her arm emerged from the dark closet-sized space, a gargantuan blade came with it. She carried it with such grace and strength that it couldn't have weighed more than a pound or two. But she knew better. She doubted even Trevoiaus would be able to lift the thick ply of the metal. She gently lifted the blade, setting it delicately on the bartop. The wood underneath groaned momentarily with the added weight. "Go ahead. Try her out." There was her smile again.
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Post by RaShayRitto on Nov 4, 2009 14:25:18 GMT -5
He chuckled and lifted the sword from the bar top (though he certainly had to put forth some effort), hanging it over one shoulder like one would wield a large claymore. Of course Trevoiaus could wield a claymore like a short sword, but the massive weight of Lu's toy forced even him to adopt the shoulder style.After setting it down he placed his hand on the wide blade and learned forward, his expression more serious.
"Alluveal, trust is important among allies. That is more true here in the lands swallowed by the fog than anywhere else."
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