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| Logan | Sat Dec 9, 2017 2:17 am Post #16 |
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"So you're either a natural master of stealth or a Shadowdancer. Probably the latter since Gloomwood's perfect for it. Normally it's kinda tricky for people to sneak up on me, but something about Shadowdancers keeps them just out of my senses. If it's something you used to hide before losing your memory, then it might be that not a lot of people know about that." The werewolf commented, shrugging off the sudden new side-job he seemed to incidentally acquire. It sounded like those elves were privy to how Balefire still worked, especially close to the fringe of the city. The main streets definitely got dealt with and cleaned up, but there was only so much that the Sheriffs could reasonably handle. For everything else, the Marquise and her forces just had to hope that the people would do a good enough job policing themselves, but human foot traffic remained low. Seemed a shame that Laithe just upped and left without saying anything, but the elves probably would have tried talking him out of it. "Probably. Humans are still rare in Balefire, even after the Taming. Uh, that was this big thing where the Marquise, the woman in charge of Balefire, this really old alfha werewolf, basically had most of the troublemakers arrested or exiled. I think she meant to cut down on how shady everything was in Balefire, reduce crime, that sort of thing, but even though Balefire's definitely safer, it's still a long ways off from changing the core of its existence. Something about the dark and the shadows just brings shady people here." Logan explained, remembering that he was talking to somebody who probably had no idea on anything. It was weird to know more than other people for a change, "No telling what you'll find out about yourself. No real telling what people would be like without their memories, so you could be radically different now from who you were, or you could be pretty much the same. What're you planning on doing when you find out?" |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Dec 9, 2017 2:34 am Post #17 |
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"Oh." Laithe walked beside Logan as they began to travel through the darkened streets. "They just told me that Balefire didn't like strangers a lot, and I should stay where I know people...which wasn't that far, really." Shadow dancer...Laithe didn't dance well, even if he could quite enthusiastically. And he only stood in the shadow. But if these Shadow dancers were common in Balefire. "If I'm one of those dancers, I guess it proves I'm from here," he said. "I know the D'vorjans warned me that people get disoriented in Balefire, but I always felt at home here, despite the weird time thing. I suppose that makes me one of the weird, shady humans, huh?" He fell silent, flexing his bent fingers open and shut, as Logan asked what he planned to do once he learned who he truly was. "I...don't know. I don't even know why I'm working so hard to find out. Just...it feels like every time I'm settling down with who I am now, I get this itch that won't go away until I ask more questions, like my curiosity is overriding my reason." He flexed his hands a few more times. "I mostly worry I'm going to find out something...bad about myself. Like...what was done to me was done so I....wouldn't hurt anyone....or something. Cause sometimes...Sometimes I remember being able to do that. It might be dream, but..." |
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| Logan | Sat Dec 9, 2017 3:13 am Post #18 |
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"A lot of people are able to hurt people, and sometimes there's no other choice. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. Don't know why. I sometimes hurt people, but I usually save that for very good reasons, like them trying to kill me, first." Logan said with a huff, not entirely convinced of his own words. He was sadistic and he knew it, but he tried not to let that completely overtake his reason and restraint. The Purple Lantern was coming into view and traffic was growing thicker. Not far beyond that would be the Adventurer's Hall of Balefire, but the Inn was always a popular place for people to go. The food and drink were okay, and the private security within kept things mostly calm, but the werewolf found it a bit crowded and tame for his tastes. Most other halls had a certain chaotic feel that just felt inviting to him. "One good thing of the Taming is that the city definitely isn't as predatory as it used to be, not overtly, anyway." Logan shrugged, "Shadowdancers aren't unique to Gloomwood, though. Could be that you learned it anywhere and just brought it here with you, or maybe you're a natural. I'm no Shadowdancer, but I like it here, too. I find the sun way too bright, but I can summon clouds to keep me covered in nice, soothing shade." Random knowledge from being an adventurer helped Logan to understand a lot about the world. The more he saw the less he knew, but the more he learned. It had its pros and cons, making him at least novice in most areas of knowledge, but it all ended up helping him to survive, navigate, and get ahead in his adventures. There was likely more knowledge in the world right then and there than anybody could ever learn, and there were always new things being added to an infinitely growing list as time ticked forward. "How long can you remember being in Balefire, Laithe?" Logan asked, turning his attention back to his new acquiantance. If there was a pattern of getting this itch for the past, then there had to be more things that he had taken to guessing at. |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Dec 9, 2017 5:38 am Post #19 |
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"Faen'avel...that's the twin's mother, she says they found me a bit over a month ago, so at least that long," Laith began, twisting his scarred fingers around each other. "But...the sun and stars make sense, but I don't remember seeing them, and wherever I was before that...it was dark, too, and I never saw stars, and I was there for...it was months, maybe years. I don't know. A really long time." He glanced at the Purple Tavern as they passed. "That place seems packed. Glad I ended up somewhere quieter...I really can't see myself in someplace so...full of people." He did find himself tapping his fingers to the music, but in a half hesitant way, as though his fingers might fall into bear traps. "Thanks for walking with me. I would go myself, but I didn't know where it was and...and I was scared, too. Still am. What if...if there's someone or something else there that..." He paused again, watching the street's bricks pass by. "What if...what if I am evil, or did something super bad that made people make me this way? Should I just go back to the Dove so I don't..." Edited by Shan Orison, Sat Dec 9, 2017 5:54 am.
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| Logan | Sat Dec 9, 2017 5:56 am Post #20 |
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"Ehh, I wouldn't worry too much about it. When people want other peoples' memories erased for being bad guys, they usually take them to Striberg. Striberg's this city with a lot of magic users, and they like erasing the minds of criminals, even after the change in government. Guess some things just don't go out of style. When bad guys erase memories, it's usually to manipulate them into doing things for them, but working at a little tavern doesn't seem too evil, so I don't think that's it, either." Logan said, trying to walk Laithe through the possibilities as they neared the local adventurer's hall, a building less populated and more businesslike than the Purple Lantern, "I'm guessing you're probably the subject of some sort of trauma that either made you forget, or made you want to forget. Do you remember your head hurting?" Logan caught the door as a different cloaked adventurer was exiting and held it open for his amnesiac acquaintance, following Laithe in before walking past him towards one of the shorter lines leading up to the counters. It seemed to be a pretty busy day for job turnins, so it was probably going to take a while to get to the front. The interior was rather simple and well-lit, fairly quiet except for other people talking to the clerks or one another. With the Purple Lantern just down the street, most of the adventurers went there to get rowdy and here to do business, completely changing its atmosphere from other halls. "Besides, if you were actually really evil or bad, you'd be better known." Logan continued, shrugging at the line in front of him as he turned to Laithe, "Best we've got so far is that you might be a bard. Bards tend to annoy some people sometimes, but they're rarely evil or genuinely bad." |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Dec 13, 2017 4:12 am Post #21 |
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"But what if I was, well, really good at being evil. Competent, and people didn't know about me because I actually worked to be good at my job at evil rather than notorious, and maybe I was mindwiped by a rival, but now my empire is crumbling without my evil genius at the helm and-" Laithe stopped his rambles mid consonant, his green gaze unfocused. "Why am I arguing FOR this?!" He raged at himself. He groaned and smoothed his auburn hair back. "Either way, I know that I can't be a bard. It's...literally impossible, but I want to read what else was suggested. I know I should be happy with what I have, but I just...can't be satisfied." He straightened up. "Okay, so, we go to that desk to ask about this, right?" With some directions from Logan, Laithe managed to request and receive copies of the various notes and missives handed out to him. Most were variations on a similar theme. Laithe's description called to mind a bard, one who played on street corners and various taverns across Imythess. Talented, and last seen on Cascadia by one adventurer. Laithe read them and sighed. "All say I'm a bard..." he said, "and this one says this 'Shan' was on Cascadia a few days before I showed up outside the Dove...Not only does the bard thing not work, but neither does the timeline...I was....I don't know where, but it was months, maybe it was years, but not just four days." He turned the information back in, his face outwardly calm, but mostly from a drop in emotion rather than resolution. "So they weren't hiding anything. Nothing at all came of it." He kept his gaze averted from Logan's eyes. "Sorry for making you take me out here. If...if you could escort me back to the Dove, I'm sure I can find some way to get you compensated, but I can wait until you finish what you need here." |
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| Logan | Mon Dec 18, 2017 8:52 am Post #22 |
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Unfortunately for the out-of-place human, it appeared that he had not quite found the answers he was looking for. While he had been handling that quest of self-discovery, Logan took to getting the contract closed out with a writ from the employer confirming services rendered, a promissory of payment, and the werewolf received his cut from the job in Cascadian notes. "Might be that you're not Shan, could be that you got teleported here and lost track of time. I've come to Gloomwood for a while and I still have trouble telling how long it's been." Logan shrugged at the amnesiac, at a loss without any personal frame of reference. If Laithe was not Shan, then he had to at least hope that the bard was safe, wherever he was, but the werewolf knew that he, personally, had little trouble covering vast distances in little time thanks to his portal stone, "Whatever happened and whoever you are, only you'll ever be able to figure that out unless you encounter somebody from your past, but without that it looks like you're just Laithe." With that apparently settled, at least for the time being, the adventurer patted Laithe on the shoulder and simply nodded to the request to take him back to the Dazzling Dove. Walking with somebody to ensure their safety was hardly a grand request, and the werewolf was left without a thing to do following the completion of his contract, anyway, so he may as well pay for room and board for the. . . rest of whatever time of day this was. |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Dec 20, 2017 2:30 am Post #23 |
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Laithe looked over the information. He folded them into tight squares and placed him inside his shirt, close to his heart. "I guess, yeah, you're right." He smiled at the werewolf, his eyes slightly watery, but still genuine. "I suppose this at least proves they weren't hiding anything from me, right? And, I think, I should head back home." ~*~ Laithe returned to a flurry of anger and tight hugs, both condemning his actions and expressing their joy. All three weren't hiding things from him, he knew now. They worked to help him, in the small way they could, and he felt the love they had for him as, not an employee, but as another family member. He paid penance through scrubbing the entire kitchen and tavern floor, had a good meal with the elves, and retired for the night. Faen'avel was militant in his getting his eight hours of rest. He kept his room mostly dark besides a latern at his bedside, the curtains drawn to avoid the flood of streetlamps invading his solitude. The walls and floors of the room made the tavern and city noise fade to a muffled buzz, and he prepared for bed. His fingers moved stiffly as they worked to undo the buttons of his shirt, each one of them oddly mangled and scarred. He looked at himself in the mirror, a normal human, lean, tall, some muscle but hardly enough to ever make him intimidating. He turned, and stared over his shoulder a the long, deep scar that curved like a red snake downward, arching around his waist. There were a hundred more signs on him. Signs of something happening, somewhere, sometime. A hundred tiny hurts and scars, so many stories closed to him. He sighed and only bothered to take off his boots before flopping into his bed, curling into the blankets. Faen'avel would be up soon to make sure he was actually resting. He might as well, he thought, taking one last look at the notices, slipping them under his pillow, and putting out the light. For now, he was just Laithe, and that wasn't a bad thing to be. |
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