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| [P] The Missing Piece; Private; Shan | |
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| Shan Orison | Thu Oct 13, 2011 5:17 pm Post #16 |
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Shan watched out the door with his peripheral vision, dearly wishing he could check to see if they were only watching the door or realized that this was, in fact, a tent, meaning exits were where you cut them. However, the terms for his staying were watching Cole, and the orders from Samantha were watching Cole. His own conscience said watch Cole, so he was outvoted on all fronts. "Well, I've never heard of them before, but that's not surprising. It must be nice to see an old friend." The guard with the broken hip was led in, moaning and attempting to limp. Samantha directed him to a cot on the opposite side of the tent, shooed out the two escorting guards back out after he'd been settled, and drew a curtain around him to begin her work. "Well, I'm here to make sure you stay up, by order of everyone. Don't worry, you're the only casualty so far. Samantha arrived before things got bad...worse. We talked a bit when you were out. She's a very nice person, and a fantastic healer, from what I've witnessed." Shan kept silent about what they talked about. Granted, it was silly since the guard had out and out said Shan used magic on the guards, but saying nothing was such an easy thing to do on certain subjects. "So, on the subject on keeping you awake, what's in the notebook? I mean, if it's private, you don't have to tell me, and if you don't want to read it now, I can tell another story or play a song or just keep rambling on and on. Sorry." |
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| Tristram | Thu Oct 13, 2011 7:18 pm Post #17 |
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Cole watched as the injured guard tried to walk in like a fool, trying to support his own weight on the broken hip. He didn't feel so much as a hint of remorse at the plight of the man, he'd deserved every crack and every pained step. As Samantha brought him behind a curtain, he heard her cutting at his pants leg with a dagger, exposing the wounded area. Impressive. You did a hell of a thing to his bones, Cale. Samantha called out. The man's muffled voice spoke unintelligibly through what Cole assumed was a cloth. He couldn't understand, but apparently Sam could. He shrieked through the material. Dun puk et! Cole didn't bother containing his laughter as the guards poked their heads into the tent. Shaking his head, he turned back to Shan. He'd noticed the mention of magic being used, but chose not to bring it up. Shan hadn't mentioned or displayed any ability to use magic to Cole, and he wouldn't force it on him if he didn't want to. She always was. Made trips to the healing hall bearable, what with all the cooing girls and injured townsfolk. He spat on the canvas floor. Anyway. She's a bit rough, but she cares well enough. Good intentions and all that. It looks like a collection of notes. He picked up the book and flipped through some of the pages. Lots of methods on healing, diagrams of systems. Some basic spells that look easy to adjust or build on. Personal notes; see, this one's a grocery list. He laughed, turning a chunk of pages. The book opened to a picture of a sword. Hello... he frowned, looking through the wording. Apostle's blade. Original owner was one of the first apostles... goes by several names, incuding the Apostle's Blade, Aldruin's Grace, and Luriel. He smiled. Last known location is in Calmonah Forest. His smile faded. Wonderful. Calmonah. |
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| Shan Orison | Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:04 pm Post #18 |
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"Ah, Calomah, I've been there. It's quite beautiful, though you do have to worry about bandits. They've got a camp nearby, though they don't enter the forest proper normally. After that, there shouldn't be too much of a problem." Shan slipped a hand under the food dish and extracted a potato. "I met a nice girl there. She's shy, I guess that comes from living with animals most of her life. Still, she's a great person if you aren't planning to poach or go logging. Those aren't things bards do normally, though." Shan winced at the sounds of the guard's pain. Yes, he was a jerk, but it was the sort of low grade jerk that only seems bad when its enabled. Hopefully Samantha could put him aright. Shan took a bite out of the potato. "I wished there was some salt nearby. I mean, the rosemary is good, but...Sorry. You're the injured party. Do you want some? There's chicken, and Samantha's a vegetarian. I'm sure I could get some water for you too if you're thirsty." Shan began to look around for some sort of jug or faucet. Edited by Shan Orison, Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:26 pm.
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| Tristram | Thu Oct 13, 2011 11:03 pm Post #19 |
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Cole lifted a hand against the offer of food. No thanks, not having much of an appetite at the moment. I seem to recall an awful lot of hits to the back of the head for eating too much meat. He glared in the direction of the closed curtain. Not about to let any child of Elizbeth's go about devouring carcasses. Cole sighed. You can even make bacon sound bad. Worst of its kind. Shaking his head in disappointment, Nicholas smiled at Shan. Anyway, you go ahead. I'm sure there's salt nearby, but not in the healer's tents. Can't have it getting on hands that go into wounds. Voices could be heard coming in from outside. ...prisoners, sir. Hwat do you need them for? The voice of Captain Aberthy sounded overly inquisitive, desperate. Boy, you will stand aside and let me see these two men. If they are prisoners of yours, then they are my prisoners. Stand down, Captain. This voice, deep and gruff, sounded rather annoyed by Aberthy. Nicholas paled. Samantha. You. Didn't. Sorry, Cale. I couldn't think of anyone better. I suppose you couldn't think of anyone worse, ei-- He trailed off into a mumble as the tent flap opened, letting in a giant of a man, standing just under six and a half feet, and built like an ox. Cale Tristram! The man bellowed, sweeping forward and picking the man up, feet leaving the ground as he entered the crushing hug. Ahh! You've grown tall, boy. You look like your father, but there's some of Elizabeth in ye too. Finally, he set Nicholas down, setting to straightening his own beard, braided tight up to his chin and reaching halfway to his chest. Crowley, looking fine as ever! Cole beamed at the hulk of a man, clapping him on the arm. Shan Orison, This is Jean Crowley, Captain of the Guard in Taras. I suppose they didn't have any other options when they picked who would run the show? The man stuck out a hand to the bard, smile stretching impossibly far. Nar, they all got stomped on. Can't say I'm sorry to miss a great bunch of them. Damned haughty, polished lot, more concerned with their own image and how shiny their men's breastplates were than how many scratches they could manage to collect. He clapped a hand to the breastplate he wore over his tunic with the Tarisian Eagle, metal's surface scored and burned. |
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| Shan Orison | Fri Oct 14, 2011 12:34 am Post #20 |
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Shan stood and bowed to Captain Crowley. "It's good to meet you, Captain." he said, and took his hand. The man's shake was strong, but not the crushing sort. Shan's optimism went up. The chances of their leaving without a jailbreak were looking up. "Well, then, I suppose you're the one who magicked some Constables in the course of their duties?" Crowley asked with a wry grin. "Only in self defense, sir," Shan said. "And it was only meant to annoy them, not harm them. Its...um, an enchantment I have, sir. I don't like hurting people." "That would fit the story I've got about how your a violent looting healer sorcerer, or as much as anything could. At least now I know we need to get some defenses from musical defenses." "Deafness is favorite, sir," Shan said. Crowley laughed. "Yes, but I don't need guards that are actually deaf, I have enough that act it." "Um, not to hurry the conversation, sir, but how long would it take for us to leave here? As a bard, I'm not too keen on staying where I can't get an audience or a drink." |
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| Tristram | Sat Oct 22, 2011 6:42 pm Post #21 |
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Crowley chuckled at the bard's question. Ye can leave when you wish, these men are idiots. But I'd enjoy if you two were to join me for a meal before you're off? The captain waved a hand at the men outside the tent. You could have an audience, but i'm not sure you'd want this lot. I'd say the guard is in dire need of some weeding. He glared at the entrance of the tent, men there jerking their heads from the doorway. Bah. How about you, Cale? He turned to the refugee. I-- I'd be honored, sir. Cole bowed his head. He took his seat on the now-empty cot. Just as he spoke, Aberthy barged through the tent flap. Crowley! Hwat is this I hear of weeding the guard? Perhaps you are my superior, but to be sure you are not a man of order. Perhaps you do not deserve the honor? Boy, if you know what's best for your head, you'll mind your mouth and leave this tent. Or it'll be rolling about this fine tent. Both men went to their swords, steel hissing as they slowly began drawing. Ah, if I were you, I-- Coe quieted as both men glared at him. wouldn't... carry on... He backed away from the two, jerking his head to Shan to do the same. The guards drew their swords fully, Aberthy taking a steady stance. Crowley cocked his blade and walked forward swinging powerfully. Aberthy attempted a clean parry, but his sword jarred as it met Crowley's. The bull's blow rocked him back. The ring of steel sounded in the tent, clear as a bell. WHAT. a woman's shriek came from behind the closed curtain. It shook as Samantha ripped the cloth aside. THE HELL. She stormed toward the fighting men, eyes aglow. Both paled, swords lowering. DO YOU CRETINS THINK. Samantha approached, hands glowing with an all-too-real light. YOU ARE DOING. IN. MY. TENT? She enunciated every syllable, fury tangible. Crowley and Aberthy both began stammering, unable to find words, cowed by the woman. She placed a hand against Crowley's chest. A new fear entered his eyes. He was all-too-aware of what the woman was capable of doing. The man grew weak, sword falling from his hand. His head bowed, hand clutching his chest. You know better. She hissed. Turning to Aberthy, her right hand glowed for a second. And you. Her voice dripped with venom. Cocking her arm back, she punched the armored man in the jaw. His feet lifted as he was sent off the ground by the reinforced blow, crashing into a wooden table, which gave under his weight.You irritate the hell out of me. Nicholas wasn't sure if he should laugh or weep in fear. I love that woman. He whispered to Shan. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:48 am Post #22 |
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Shan was more than happy to accept an offer for dinner when Captain Mayonnaise reentered the tent to object heavily to Crowley's intervention. Shan stood to the side as they argued and Cole failed to intervene and moved to stand with Shan. Then things escalated horribly when weapons were brought to bare. Shan stood still, worried for the two men's safely, though not from what they'd do to each other. The duel didn't get farther than the first blow before the fury of the heavens opened and poured its wrath upon the blasphemers who dare defile this place. In other words, Samantha caught them fighting in the healing tent. "WHAT. THE HELL. DO YOU CRETINS THINK. YOU ARE DOING. IN. MY. TENT?" A touch from the healer against Crowley's chest caused him to drop his sword and hold his chest in weakened pain. "You know better," she hissed at him. "And you," she said to Mayonnaise, and clocked him in the jaw, breaking the table he landed on. "You irritate the hell out of me." "I love that woman," Cole confessed to Shan. Shan quietly smiled. She was certainly one hell of a witch, though he refrained from saying it aloud. Outside of his hometown, the term seemed to have mostly negative connotations, when where he grew up it was the kind of woman who walked without fear through a forest at night, secure in the knowledge she was the most dangerous thing there. Samantha shook her arm and flashed a quick nod to the two untouched men. "Sorry about that. I hate to use violence, but I find others force it upon me. I trust everyone will behave now. Excuse me." She vanished back behind the drawn curtain to treat the hip patient. Shan waited until Crowley's breathing seemed less labored. "...I'd be happy to accept that dinner offer, Captain," he said. "Whenever you're ready, that is." |
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| Tristram | Sun Oct 23, 2011 4:06 pm Post #23 |
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Cole chuckled, shaking his head as Samantha apologized and returned to her duties. She had to be finishing up at this point, the man's howls had stopped, but he grunted every once in a while. As she departed, Crowley scooped up his sword and sheathed it, collecting Aberthy's from where it had fallen. The man was out cold. The Captain of the Guard bent down ad whipped out a pair of manacles, clapping them on the man's wrists. Mutinous wretch. He cursed, but his expression betrayed how happy the action made him, mixed with a complete awe of Samantha. Returning to the refugee and the bard, the man bowed lightly. I'd be honored. We can leave when you wish, I have no more business here... He looked at the closed curtain with longing. One of these days, that woman will give in and have a proper meal with me. He scratched at his beard in deep thought. I can hear every word you're saying, ye dirty ox. I can only hope so, my flower. He called back. Nicholas laughed as cursing emanated from behind the curtain. Come on, Jean. She's going to end up killing you, and nobody wants that. Aberthy began to stir, rattling his manacles. Hwat in the blazes... Cole reconsidered. Nobody who matters, anyway. You don't seem to gather many friends, do you? He rose from the cot, collecting his journal and a spare brown overcoat. Don't need more'n I got. Dear friends... and potential wives. Crowley wiggled an eyebrow. Nicholas broke into heavy laughter as Samantha began a new round of colorful cursing, weaving words in interesting and new ways. Cole looked to Shan. We should be out of here before Samantha breaks her code and starts butchering us. Old woman's nearing her edge... He trailed off as he realized what he'd said. Dead silence greeted him from the woman. ... Cale. Come here, you little bastard. I swear to the gods-- Nicholas didn't give her time to finish, hurriedly exiting the tent. Crowley followed suit, grabbing Aberthy's chains and dragging him to his feet, pulling him along. Bye, Samantha! I'll be back to visit later. He called back into the tent. Crowley jerked Aberthy next to him, looking him dead in the eye. Cale, why don't ye show yer magical friend to the hall? I'll be chucking this rot behind bars fer a while. Let him think on the error of his ways. Nicholas nodded ad turned to Shan, thinking hard about all the mention of magic. He'd been letting it slide, but curiosity was gnawing at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind, shutting up and jerking his head just down the road toward a large stone building with several towers emerging from it. It's back this way. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:15 pm Post #24 |
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Shan followed down streets that, if they weren't rebuilt, at least had the look of ongoing renovation. Taras had been huge, and it's reconstruction efforts had to match that. They crossed cobbled streets to a large building that still had its towers in disrepair. The main structure was whole, however, so Shan felt no need to object. They crossed through wooden doors so old they only shrugged at the fires that ravaged Taras two years ago, bearing blackened marks but nothing more. The inside was warm and lit with candles. There were guards hunched over desks lining the main hall, focusing on paperwork after noting their entrance. Shan rubbed his hands together, more out of nervousness than anything else. Guards put him on edge. He usually didn't deal with them, since he rarely did anything to draw their attention, but their presence still made him itchy. "So, after this are we headed to Calmonah for that sword?" Shan asked for something to say. "Just wondering." |
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| Tristram | Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:54 pm Post #25 |
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Nicholas strode with the bard, kicking a rock off the path when he came across one, making do with the awkward silence. He'd have to bring up the topic sooner or later, if anything to ease his own mind. He liked to think the two of them were becoming good friends, still not totally comfortable with each other, but friends nonetheless. Passing through the great doors, he recalled entering those doors for the first time with his father, when they had been unmarred, and the whole structure a grand sight to behold, more so to a child's imagination. The main hall was filled with those doing their paperwork, and one at a desk in front. Looking up at them, he rose. Good day. What's your business here? Nicholas tried to place the man's face, but he couldn't remember if he'd known the guard or not. Chances were good he was somewhat new. Jean Crowley's invited us to have a meal with him, he'll be along shortly. Nicholas addressed the man. The guard nodded, picking up a rolled up parchment idly. Captain Crowley said you would be along. Very well, then. Do you need a guide to take you to the feasting hall? Cole shook his head. No need, I know my way well enough. The man cocked an eyebrow and gestured for them to go ahead. Not because i've been here in... I mean... I used to be-- Nevermind. Cole sighed. Looking to Shan, he took a deep breath. I have a few things I need to do alone here first, but I can meet up with you in Calmonah later on, perhaps a fortnight? |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:11 pm Post #26 |
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"Two weeks?" Shan said as they walked through the corridors of the hall. "I'll try to make it. I mean, I just don't hold well to schedules outside of towns, since I just wander about, really. So, barring anything unexpected delaying me, I'll be there." The feasting hall was large, boasting a long table girded by chairs. The room had high windows that still needed glass replacements, so they were boarded up. The room was well lit with lanterns and candles however, and tapestries and paintings decorated the walls. "Nice place," Shan said, inspecting the paintings. Some were damaged, bearing burns or torn patches, but they mostly hung intact. Shan walked down the room's length, admiring the art work. "I feel like I should be providing the entertainment rather than just eating here. Of course, I don't really get to play in places this fancy normally. Taverns are more my usual venue. "Say, Cole?" Shan said, turning back to the man. "You've seemed rather tense since we left the tent. Are you alright? Does your head still hurt? I'm sure Samantha won't mind us going back to get you something for it." |
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| Tristram | Mon Oct 24, 2011 11:05 pm Post #27 |
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Two weeks. He confirmed. Walking in silence for a second, he nodded. Thank you. For everything, really. Came all this way with me, a complete stranger. I'd be glad to call you a friend. Nicholas extended a hand to the bard. His first actual friend in some years. Even before the Destruction of Taras, he'd only had the one. And as time went by, they'd seen less and less of each other. Cole ran his hand along a tapestry, pinching the cloth between his forefinger and thumb, letting the material glide through. It managed to unhook itself from the wall, pooling on the cobblestones. Nicholas stared for a moment before blushing and walking away swiftly. Grinning, he waved a hand. Sit back, enjoy yourself. Free meal in a good place. I'm sure we could have beautiful women. Nicholas eyed a passing guard. Well. With some imagination. And a good wig. Nicholas shook his head. I feel we should let Samantha stew for a little while yet. I like my kidneys where they are, thanks. He offered a weak smile. No, really I'm fine. I was wondering... everyone keeps mentioning you being some sort of wizard, and all I've seen was a lanky bard. No offense. |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Oct 25, 2011 12:04 am Post #28 |
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Shan took Cole's hand gladly. It was nice meeting someone who was, well, normal, and treated Shan normally too. Even the woman in the bed was something Shan couldn't really get mad at. It was a good, normal prank, something Shan had experienced little of. Shan had friends, certainly, except few could be considered mundane. They ranged from zombies to pirate princes to freakishly strong merchants on dire tigers. Fantastic, yes. Powerful, yes. Normal? Hardly. He really hadn't had a normal friend since he was around twelve and the bullying started. It wasn't easy being a stick thin kid with aspirations of becoming a sissy minstrel. He laughed as Cole mentioned women. "From what I've seen, I've got the best chance of pulling a wig off. Most of the guards here are a bit too burly for my taste." "I feel we should let Samantha stew for a little while yet. I like my kidneys where they are, thanks." Cole said to Shan's question on his heath. "No, really I'm fine. I was wondering... everyone keeps mentioning you being some sort of wizard, and all I've seen was a lanky bard. No offense." Shan sighed, grabbed a chair, and flopped down. "None taken," Shan said, resting his arms on the back of the seat. "I don't know why they're acting that why either, really. Well, I sort of do, and it seems silly to keep quiet about it now. I just...In Cascadia, I like people to look at me and see and lanky bard, hopefully a skilled lanky bard, but lanky bard nonetheless. I like being looked over and ignored, except when I'm street performing, but that's a different issue... "I got off topic there. Sorry. Well, the very, very short answer is I have an enchanted violin. It was my dad's, though I didn't find out about the enchanted bit until some bastard used one on me and stole it. I got it back, of course, with some help. With a lot of help, really. I still need to finish that ballad for him, but I really am stuck on the chorus. I mean, should I go for accuracy or what sounds better and is easier to remember after you've had a few pints? And I'm still worried about what will happen if Nix hears it and is offended, though she probably won't, since she's happy being left alone, and I'll be long dead before she hears of it. Hah, listen to me. Like something I write will last that long. "Sorry, rambled there. Um, I do have magical talent, though it's rather focused on music. Got it from my mother, I guess. The magic, not the music. And I didn't hurt any of the guards. I just...made sure they wouldn't try anything more. Also tried healing you, but my healing spell's rubbish, so it's a good thing Samantha showed up to help. "I'll be quiet now." Edited by Shan Orison, Tue Oct 25, 2011 12:05 am.
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