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Post by onyxstar on Apr 12, 2005 22:23:58 GMT -5
"Perhaps that is because I am no Wyrm, sir! And arrogant it may seem to you, but I speak merely from experience. Ages of experience, my dear." She laughed looking at his sword. She tilted her head towards him, very sure of herself. If it came to that, she could merely sing, if she need even do that! No man has ever resisted her... if only her sisters could claim the same. 'Besides, this arrogance is well earned!' she thought to herself, still giggling softly.
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Post by Ryuuza on Apr 12, 2005 22:34:52 GMT -5
"well, you tricks may work on many, but my mind is as sharp as my blade." Rowland drew his sword, the dark red blade shining in the moonlight. "You still wish to accompany us? or have your head sliced from your shoulders!" Rowland gripped his sword in two hands. He did not have time for this.
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Post by aryanna on Apr 12, 2005 22:37:48 GMT -5
Lucien Age: 18 Occupation: Mercenary Race: Human, perhaps some Elvish blood
Appearance: Lucien is always cloaked in heavy gray material, a hood completely obscuring his face. The clasp for this cape is simple, not even a metal brooch, making him appear as rather poor. His tunic is loose though not ill made, possibly suggesting lightweight chain mail underneath. At his waist is a finely crafted leather belt, complete with scabbards for two long swords, one on each side. Sturdy riding boots end shortly below his knees, providing some protection while still allowing free movement. Black gloves pad his hands, though the fingers seem abnormally long. His physical characteristics remain unknown, as he declines to remove his cloak or ever drop his hood. On the rare occasion that he sees fit to speak, his voice comes out at an odd pitch, though perhaps it is simply that he is unaccustomed to speech.
Bio: Lucien’s least favorite subject is himself, so little is known about him. He is proficient with the two swords he carries, and quite quick besides. Though he is a mercenary, money is not really his main concern. His actions are not based on something so simple as morals, what is good, what is evil. If he has magical powers, he does not use them, though he often seems to have heightened senses, which leads to the guess of some at his Elvish lineage. His military training seems to have covered unarmed combat and archery, though not near so thoroughly as swordplay. One sure fact is that he has a secret to hide, one he is willing to go to great lengths to guard.
Hope this works...
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Post by onyxstar on Apr 12, 2005 22:43:20 GMT -5
She laughed further, louder. 'And where are you going? On some lovely stroll, am I correct? Surely not on a deed of violence and malice, for I had so misjudged you before, no?"
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Post by Ryuuza on Apr 12, 2005 22:48:00 GMT -5
"You for once are right about something. Combat rests ahead of our journey and every second we waste here is postponing our arrival." Rowland sheathed his sword. "Each hour brings us closer to our kinds extinction, so I cannot waste anymore time with you!" Rowland turned round, annoyed and bewildered by the girl.
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Post by onyxstar on Apr 12, 2005 23:01:03 GMT -5
"In end we shall discover how right I am! But I suppose I shall accompany you, for it must be a glorious sight indeed to see man fighting man! Better than man fighting beast, for at least both sides are worthy of the attention- worthy of their fates. For surely you see glory in your actions, do you not? All men do, they seek glory in even the most mundane of their deeds..."
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Post by Ryuuza on Apr 12, 2005 23:09:34 GMT -5
"Glory is a word used to stem the crowds of families who have lost loved ones due to battle." Rowland sighed. "My purpose is not yet revealed to me, though sure enough it will... I have a lot of wandering left to do before I succumb to deaths chilling call..." Rowland walked to the head of the army, who had now continued marching.
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Post by aryanna on Apr 12, 2005 23:15:39 GMT -5
Lucien scowled at the calls of the dwarf, wishing the fool could just keep his mouth shut. He mingled into the weary band easily, his clothes which would oft be remarked upon elsewhere remained completely unnoticed here, and no one cared that he didn't talk. Being near the front, he heard the argument between the commander and the mystery girl quite well, a half smile crossed his face at the pettiness of their quarrel.
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Post by onyxstar on Apr 12, 2005 23:19:42 GMT -5
Elysia followed the man to the front of the army, rather unsure of what to do. 'Strange that I am joining them, for war brings only death. Is it their deaths I wish to witness? Why else should I accompany them...' she thought, looking over at the man, and then the troops behind him.
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Post by Ryuuza on Apr 13, 2005 17:49:33 GMT -5
As the sun started to rise on the land, noises could be heard in the distance. The grey fort now stood in ruin, under siege by a great army. Rowland signalled for them to hurry, as they should have been there eariler. The men who were defending the castle were few, trying to stop the hordes form reaching the armory where the women and children were being kept safe, for now. Rowland raised his hand, signalling for the archers to come forward. The archers drew back their quickly assembled bows, waiting for the order. The captain of the dark army turned round, feeling a presence. He looked up, looking at a black cloud rising. Before he realised what hit him, a sea of arrows came raining down on them. Rowland let them fire another volley, then started to sprint towards them, drawing his sword. The army hesitated, but seeing the courage of this one man, followed him into the fray.
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