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Post by Riemman Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:51:36 GMT -5
"Thank you for your pleasing assessment of my self-serving nature." Riemman raised an eyebrow at the mage.
"However, I'm not about to leave my targets when I have them standing - or laying as the case may be," he said motioning to Joniak, "right in front of me. While I agree that having an control-challenged mage on my hands would be a pain, I don't so easily agree that she's innocent simply because stayed to make her case. I've seen guilty parties do that to throw people off. And don't think for a moment that I trust you any more than I trust her."
A slow smirk came across his face. "I've got a better idea. If you what you claim is true, why don't we just go on a little trip to Rosengard, hmm?" He glanced at 'Periel'. "And if you want to come along to 'make sure she's trained' I don't really care. As far as I'm concerned, it's this or I take them both in right now."
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Post by Shira Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:52:10 GMT -5
Shira rocked back and forth on her heels, thinking it over. It would be nice to go and see how the bowery was working out, and a nice bed to be in. The only bad thing was that Roseguard was nearly a day away, and she wanted some sleep, for goodness sake.
"I say yes, and I'm sure Elrick would say the same thing. A few questions first- are we going to get any sleep tonight, and can I get my globe back?" She held out her hand again.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 21, 2006 16:52:31 GMT -5
Jakkin scoffed, his attention leaving the unknown person in the woods and returning to the current situation.
"You lot have fun with that. I've got somewhere to be-" Here he glanced sharply at Queezle, who wiggled her fox ears at him- "-and if you're going to Rosengrand, or wherever, there's really no point in us two staying, is there Queezle?"
The fox gave a twitch of its tail in a neutral response.
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Post by Riemman Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:52:59 GMT -5
Riemman shrugged, carelessy tossing the globe back. "Sleep? Maybe. I was tired too, but I had the misfortune - or fortune, depending on how you look at it - of attempting to camp out close to here. I figure we sleep some and set out in the morning." He turned his head slightly to call Kyvvas over. A short growl later and the large black wyvern came lumbering into the clearing. He might have been the most graceful creature in the air, but even Riemman had to admit the wyvern was clumsy on land. He held back a snicker.
"Just don't try to escape. I sleep light, and even if you do manage to get by me you have to deal with Kyvvas."
He turned to look at 'Periel'. "So are you coming or are you staying? I don't care either way."
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:53:15 GMT -5
Magic. The topic strongly avoided by the lady since her husband's death. She turned her back to the tree, facing away from the group.
Was it just a coincidence that the day her children disappear she stumbles upon items of her past, not to mention a Ryder. She took a few calming breaths to clear the weariness that began eroding her mind. Perhaps if she followed them to Rosengard- no, the place held too many uncomfortable memories. Sighing she check her pouches and parcels to make sure nothing uncommon was showing. Satisfied she gripped Iralle's reins with white knuckles and put on her best damsel in distress act as she stepped into view of the others.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she strung out the practiced, rich accent of a common, educated woman. "But am I wrong to guess, good sir, that you are a Dragon Ryder?" her eyes darted briefly over each character- and what a motley bunch they were- before turning her gaze to the wyvern, a truely magnificent beast.
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Post by Riemman Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:53:35 GMT -5
Riemman wanted to smack his head against a tree. Instead he turned and faced the woman, eyeing her critically. He didn't like the fact that there were already a lot of people here. Having another one was making him tense and a little twitchy.
"Yeah, why?" he replied, not bothering to be polite. He was a Dragon Ryder, not a gentleman; he didn't make a living by being polite. Besides, he was much too busy trying to keep an eye on all the people here as well as calm the tick that was rapidly forming above his right eye.
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:53:52 GMT -5
Her eyes flashed briefly with a flame no one had seen since her husband's death before she spoke in a dignified voice more like her noble self. "I am a lone lady, my gaurdsmen were killed and I luckily escaped the bandits. Things are getting rougher out here and not even the Ryders do anything about it."
Despite her mask of a common woman the lady stood straighter as she began to speak of politics- some things never changed. "I am coming on behalf of my village; we have a bone to pick with the Ryders and some others."
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Post by Shira Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:54:10 GMT -5
Shira smiled to herself as she took the globe and put it away in her cloth bag. So she wasn't the only one who had problems, or knew people with problems, with the Ryders. She walked over to the sleeping form of Joniak and sat down next to him, the bag in her lap, to see how this was going to play out. Hell, the very part of town they were going to go through tomorrow hated Ryders with a passion after one of them had decided that they were going to abuse their power. That Ryder had taken advantage of a fourteen year old girl who had his child later that year.
She bit down on her lip to stop another smile from forming. Oh, was tomorrow going to be interesting in Rosenguard.
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Post by Riemman Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:54:32 GMT -5
Riemman stared at the woman disbelievingly. He was in the middle of nowhere and there were STILL people ragging on him for being a freaking Ryder. He grit his teeth and the tick above his right eye returned with a vengeance.
"I'm sorry you feel that way but there's nothing I can do about it. So please let me be." The words were somewhat forced out, as he was trying his hardest to remain polite and not start cussing out the lady.
In all honesty, the Ryders who chose to abuse their power disgusted him to no end. And unfortunately, he knew several. But there was nothing he could really do. Despite all his skill, he was still only a middle rank Ryder.
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:54:56 GMT -5
"You think there is nothing a simple lad like you can do, but in actuality there is." letting her gaurd down the lady began to fuddle with all the things she knew of the Ryders. "I am a helpless woman in distress, and there fore you should help me out of distress by the Ryder honor code." Her words in themself were a challenge, and she knew how to become a nuisance.
"Although, you could leave me here to the vicious forest and brigands, but if I were to survive the harshness of the mountains you will know when you are stripped of your rank and title, good sir."
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Post by Calypso on Mar 21, 2006 16:55:13 GMT -5
Calypso had plenty of time to think about his next move while the stranger held the Ryder's attention. Killik didn't seem averse to the idea of going into Rosenguard. From the way she'd handled things so far, it might be safe enough to trust her judgement. And he couldn't abandon her now.
As for the others... He glanced around their little company, and looked again at Jakkin and Queezle. The boy was an accomplished thief, and the djinni's abilities... well. The two of them would certainly come in useful on his mission. If he could convince them to come along, that was.
Interrupting the growing squabble between the new arrival and this Ryder, he said calmly, "Actually, I think we should all go to Rosenguard."
With a bow in the newcomer's direction, he explained, "Surely in the city you will be able to find more help for your situation, lady. In fact," he added, glancing briefly at Jakkin, "we can probably all profit from the trip."
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Post by RuThor on Mar 21, 2006 16:55:38 GMT -5
"You don't honestly think that I'm going to go on some trip to Rosenguard with a Ryder, a noble, and whoever the hell else you lot think you are!"
Queezle snorted. "At least stay here for tonight. I can change your mind. Periel is right; it would benefit us."
Jakkin raised an eyebrow, eyeing his companion. The creature flicked her ear and settled down, clearly intent on going to sleep. The young thief sighed and sat cross-legged beside her, expression sour.
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Post by Riemman Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:56:07 GMT -5
Riemman fumed. It was the only word for the way he was seething in anger. The lady had just decended on his list from mere annoyance to a- a -a- oh, there were no words to describe the deep and utter loathing he now had for her.
He clenched his fists, forcing himself to calm down a little. At Periel's reply he turned to answer that, totally ignoring the lady for the moment.
"That's fine. If you're coming though, can you please see if you can somewhat train her?" he asked, gesturing to Shira. His voice was more than a bit forced.
He then turned to Jakkin and Queezle. Eyeing them over a bit, he gave them a curt nod.
Finally, with no way to really avoid her anymore he turned to the lady. His eyes flamed and his fists clenched tighter. What he really wanted to do was pound her into the dust, but that wasn't such a viable option.
Trying to rein in his voice from going on an all out screaming rant, knowing it wouldn't do any good, he gave a curt, to-the-point response.
"Do not speak of things you do not understand. You have no clue what the "Ryder honor code" means and you don't care beyond possibly using it to your advantage. I don't appreciate being jerked around to your whims, and I won't play along like a whipped puppy. If you want to come to Rosengard, fine, but the moment you stray from our path you're on your own. I didn't care much for you before, but just be advised that if it weren't necessary I'd sooner disembowl you than guard you."
That said, he turned sharply on his heel, walking over to where Kyvvas had curled up at the edge of the clearing. He placed a hand on the large head and a pair of glittering eyes opened to gaze at him. He could sense the amusement coming off the large wyvern and he scowled at him in response.
'Are you really going to take them all along?' Kyvvas asked.
'I've got no choice. And I'm really hating this lady by the way. She seems to one of those annoying bitchy types that enjoy getting under your skin. Are you sure you wouldn't want to eat her?'
'No. She'd probably give me indigestion.'
Riemman stifled a small laugh. 'Thanks, Ky.'
'Anytime. If you like, I'll keep watch tonight. You can sleep. You need it.'
Riemman nodded. 'Yeah, thanks.'
Turning back, he eyed the crowd of people in the clearing, his eyes turning frosty as they fell upon the lady.
"I suggest you all get some sleep tonight, as we're leaving early tomorrow. Kyvvas is keeping watch."
He turned to the lady. "Does this please you, lady?" he mocked.
Not bothering to wait for a reply, he turned and curled up against Kyvvas's side, feeling grateful for his wyvern parter as he felt a strong, warm wing come down around him. He closed his eyes and hoped that he'd be able to survive the next few days.
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Post by Shira Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:56:29 GMT -5
Shira bit her bottom lip, trying not to laugh. She couldn't believe the lady could be so.....so....well, there wasn't a name for it. And anyway, the roads weren't too bad during the day, if you were able to make it look like you knew how to protect yourself.
Since everyone was more or less going to bed, so should she. She stood, and then walked the last few feet to where Joniak was lying, and proceded to untangle him so she too could snuggle agianst a warm body. It was either that or create a fire and lay infront of the fire. Shira was afraid of the dark, almost like it was an phobia, but having Joniak there helped her. A lot. You wouldn't want to know how badly she freaked the last time she had been in the dark.
Back to Shira. She was able to untangle the cloak enough to wiggle in, and did so. She placed the globe by her feet in the small cocoon. Joniak mumbled something, and wrapped his arm around her as she waited for "Periel's" answer.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 21, 2006 16:56:59 GMT -5
Frozen for a moment, Calypso watched as the Ryder promptly curled up by his dragon to sleep, and managed to turn his head in time to see Shira do much the same by Joniak.
Weakly, he muttered, "I said I'd take her to get trained, not do it myself," and sighed.
It wouldn't help him any to have this whole company know who he was. He'd been hoping for an easy theft and a quick end to his mission - made that much easier by Jakkin and Queezle's help - but now things had taken another dive. He really should learn to be a lot more pessimistic, he reflected, then he wouldn't be disappointed so much.
He leant his staff back against the tree, by his bag, and sat down, pulling his cloak around him. Then he glanced at those still standing. For a moment, he considered asking the boy what he was going to do, but decided that he couldn't quite be bothered to enquire. Instead, he looked at the latest addition to their merry band.
"It looks like you're welcome to join us, lady," he shrugged, "though personally I'd be grateful for your name. As you've no doubt gathered, I'm Periel."
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Post by Shira on Mar 23, 2006 19:45:21 GMT -5
((OOC: Whatever happens, let me be the one who brings it to the next morning. Shira does something, and it'll only work if its during the night. You'll understand. Just trust me. Let me be the one who transitions to the next morning, please.))
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 25, 2006 13:38:47 GMT -5
She was good at not letting her emotions show, but her eyes burned with an inward fire feuled by hatred and sorrows. She ignored the Ryder; she had always thought of them as arrogant anyways eventhough she did end up loving one. . . Memories clouded her vision but she had enough control to force them away to answer.
"I am known as Sairen, Periel, and I thank you for your kindness." She nodded to him and curtsied curtly before tethering her horse and removing his tack which she placed in a pile on top of the saddle and the bags before brushing the mare down. She knew when she was not wanted, yet her only hopes of avoiding her pursuers was to stay with a group. She placed the saddle blanket on bush to dry and unrolled her own sleeping pad on the outskirts of the group.
She called upon her inner strength and her late husband to guide her and protect her. A slight wind rustled her hair and chilled her inner core. With a shiver she pulled the cloak tightly around herself before curling up to sleep with a dagger in her hand.
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Post by Shira Old Site on Apr 1, 2006 14:14:27 GMT -5
((Thank you everyone for waiting so long! This should be long, so that should make up for it. And I apologize for any glaring mistakes that I do. And just so you know, Sheridan is Shira's real first name. Two questions: 1) Rie: When was the last time he was at the Rosenguard Ryder camp? 2) Lali: When was the last time Calypso visited Jared? (he died about four months ago, so any time before that...) AND ON WITH THE POST!)))
"What's your name?" Jared squatted down in front of Sheridan, as her eyes were down cast. She had been transported to Jared's because of another blowing up incident at the slave holding's, and Jared had requested to meet her at his house.
"Sheridan," She mumbled, one had scratching at the iron bracelet around her left wrist. She had been forced to wear the iron bracelet ever since blowing up the main building. She saw he had black hair and brown eyes, and a weathered look about him, like he had seen a lot over his reputed sixty years of life. He towered over her by several feet; standing straight up he was about six feet tall.
He was surprised she could see anything because her hair, a dark mangy brown, fell over her eyes, blocking her face from him. It looked like the dress she had on, also a dull brown, hadn't been changed in months. Jared lifted a hand, and placed it on her cheek, fully noticing how she stiffened against his touch. "Why does she wear that bracelet?" Jared asked as he stood up, looking at Ti'Gri.
Ti'Gri was a major slave holder over by Skel City, another major city about a week's ride from Rosenguard, and he looked like it too. He had several scars over his face, and his right eye had a scar that ran down his entire cheek. Several rings garnished his hands.
"She blows things up." He noticed Jared's look, and said, "She can't be a mage. She's a slave, for god's sake!"
"And I know many slaves that are full blown mages. Take that bracelet off of her now."
Ti'Gri sighed and took off the bracket. It wasn't until the bracelet was entirely off of her that Jared could feel how much power she really had.
"Now get out of here before I report you to the Ryders for mistreating the slaves you aren't even supposed to have!" Jared yelled, also noticing how Sheridan/Shira (as that was what he had decided to call her) didn't even flinch at the loud noise.
Ti'Gri stormed out of the house. Shira moved fast, catching the door before it closed, and flung it back open. Seconds later, a ball of pure energy was flying towards Ti'Gri's back. Jared blocked it, but barely. "Don't do that again," he said, grabbing her arm.
Shira woke up, the only hints that she had woke up was the fact that her breathing had quickened considerably. Joniak had his arm around her, but she moved it, and got out of the cocoon that the cloaks had created. Moving as quietly as she could, she walked over to the closest tree and sat down at the base, drawing her knees up to her chest, and her elbows on the opposite knees. Shira drew the cloak hood over her head, making it so that if anyone did wake up because of her moving around, they wouldn't notice that she was close to tears.
Damn the dreams about Jared. Damn it all. She hadn't known that was how they had meet, with her wanting to kill that bastard.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. It was only a half hour before dawn, so it wasn't like she had missed out on that much sleep. Seven or so hours; it was a miracle in her book.
Closing her eyes, Shira reminded herself that she'd have to talk to Joniak about the wards Jared had placed on her memories not that long after he bought her......
(((Okay, longer than I thought, but it gave some background on Shira. I thank everyone for waiting so long, and I'll be consistent once again starting Monday.))
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Post by Riemman Old Site on Apr 3, 2006 5:18:29 GMT -5
((OOC: I return!!! I managed to pull myself from my game long enough. XD BTW, Kingdom Hearts II kicks arse. It's very pretty.
And, Shira, Rie's not been to the Rosengard base in a good year and a half or so.))
Riemman honestly tried to get some sleep, and he somewhat managed. Having Kyvvas keeping watch helped, but there were just too many people around to make him feel comfortable. The last time he'd been around so many people was when he was still with --- better not to go there.
It didn't help that he was somewhat apprehensive about returning to the Rosengard area. He'd been assigned to that base for half a year two years ago and hadn't returned since. Rosengard wasn't particularly friendly to Ryders and he'd heard that it had only gotten worse since he'd left. He'd avoided the actual city at all costs and had only really gone as close as a quarter of a mile from the limits on his patrols. He left inner-city patrols for the other Ryders.
He had managed to half-doze for a good few hours, but that was shot when the girl, 'Kilik', got up and moved. Cracking his eyes open slightly, he peered over the edge of Kyvvas's wing to see what she was up to. When she only sat against a tree he closed his eyes again and curled up tighter in a vain effort to try to get more sleep.
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Post by Calypso on Apr 3, 2006 5:47:39 GMT -5
OOC A quick, quick reply here. Sorry. And Calypso last dropped in at Jared's a little over a year ago, when he was passing through on a mission and needed some information about the local area and certain nobles.
IC Calypso always slept a little deeper if he had done anything to keep the temperature up overnight. The drain on his power was only slight, but it was enough to make him a touch less alert than normal. He'd nearly got into serious trouble a few times because of it, but more often than not the benefits of sleeping warm outweighed the chances of being ambushed.
In other words, since Shira managed to move quietly, he didn't wake. Had she caused more than the faintest noise, or created enough of a breeze by moving, he would have sensed it and been woken, but as things were he he would sleep on until the first light of dawn. The change in temperature would jar against his magic, forcing its way free and returning the area to nature's intended warmth, and that would - as usual - be more than enough to bring him round.
Unless somebody decided to wake him before that, of course.
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