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Post by Arkantos on May 15, 2006 16:12:04 GMT -5
Arkantos rode swiftly into Teirm, stopping only to bypass the guards at the gates. People stared at him as they went home in the gathering darkness. One man came up to him and with an obvious air of authority, asked him what was going on.
Arkantos looked over his back toward's the direction of Yazuac, where he had suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of Lady Saraiyu the Rider, who had tied him up like some common wretch.
He decided to tell half of the truth, saying "An Urgal brigade came and attacked a resettlement of Yazuac. I'm the only survivor. I thought I might be able to get a transport to somewhere on the islands, where there are no Urgals."
Arkantos swore to himself that whoever he met, Shade, Rider, or otherwise, that he would shed any allegiance to the Varden and join them unconditionally. It wasn't worth the little pay he got from the Varden to constantly match his skills against superior magicians almost every day. He would take a break here until then.
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Post by Damien on May 15, 2006 20:57:15 GMT -5
The man's face twitched and turned red, before suddenly running off screaming to the opposite direction. A large . . . something or other was moving around in his pants.
A young man barely fifteen years of age and wearing the Empire's crest approached the newcomer.
"Did that guy give you any trouble? I'm Rory, by the way, and I slipped a crab into his pants."
He held out his hand at the stranger, wondering whether this human would shake his hand, ignore him or, worse yet, cut his hand off.
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Post by Arkantos on May 16, 2006 14:59:59 GMT -5
Arkantos drew his sword at the sign of the Empire crest, and smiled, placing his sword hilt within reach of the soldier. In the ancient language, he chanted: "I hereby shed all alligience to the Varden, and enter the service of the Empire, until death take me, my superior releases me, or I decide otherwise."He smiled as he said this last bit. He then stood up as his ring, which was on a chain, glowed brightly and changed from a peaceful blue to an angry red.
He addressed the soldier as he sheathed his sword, "Well, it look's like I'm a dog of the Empire now. By the way, I'm Arkantos, former Captain of the Varden, now in service to you. And your name is.." he announced, waiting for a reply.
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Post by Damien on May 17, 2006 1:28:57 GMT -5
"It's Rory, but you can call me whatever you like . . . so long as it isn't Shorty." He grinned widely. "Oh, and what were you saying just now? I can't really understand the Ancient Language, though my brother can!"
He stared quizzically at Arkantos, and asked "Is life in the Varden so bad that a captain wants to quit? I thought usually captains get paid the most . . ." He frowned a little, but quickly brightened up. "Either way, all the better for me! Err, I’m guessing you don’t want to see the King? He can be a bit strict at times . . . and that’s an understatement."
Realizing he had babbled on for too long, he stopped and waited for a reply.
((Add an [ IMG ] [ /IMG ] tag to your sig, just without the spaces))
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Post by Arkantos on May 17, 2006 8:35:34 GMT -5
((Thanks! It worked!))
"No, I'd rather not see the king right now...the Rider that humiliated me will be there... Anyway, since you're obviously a high ranking officer, although I've killed higher than you once before..., have you heard of the Shade Astarael? I heard that she decimated an entire outpost of ours before they knew she wasn't an elf, and then slew an entire column of elves coming to Surda to aid us...Have you seen her? For I would much like to see her since it's been so long..."
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Post by Damien on May 17, 2006 8:53:03 GMT -5
“A shade? I’ve met one at the castle, really pretty and with long white hair . . . is that the one?”
He chuckled a little and ran a hand over his bright orange hair, saying, “I have no idea where you managed to get the idea that I am high ranking officer . . . I am only fourteen, after all! My dad is a general, though.”
“Hmm . . . shades always turn up at the weirdest places, so do you want to go out and eat? I heard the food here is pretty good.” He salivated at the thought, before shaking his head and grinning even wider. “In fact, I’ve heard that you can eat water beetles and duck testicles at one of the, ah, specialized stores . . . not for us, of course, unless you happen to like that sort of thing.”
Rory smirked, an unholy light in his eyes.
((Are you and Aneas twins?))
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Astarael
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Why bother saving people when you can just be saved by some pyscho in a green suit with a sword?
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Post by Astarael on May 17, 2006 9:04:59 GMT -5
Astarael was walking into Teirm with a 3-guard escort when she saw Arkantos and Rory talking. "Leave me." She said to the guards, and they quickly saluted and went back to their posts on the wall. She snuck up on Arkantos and put him in a constricting headlock, saying "Guess who?!" in a playful voice, allowing one of her rare smiles to take over.
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Post by Arkantos on May 17, 2006 9:16:54 GMT -5
Arkantos smiled back at Rory, saying"Brisinger". A tongue of fire lept out of the ring and formed a perfect sphere over their heads, illuminating the are around them. "Now about that food.." He was interrupted by someone putting him in a headlock and saying: "Guess who!". Arkantos slid out of the headlock and faced his opponent head on, and then smiled and said "Astarael! How'd you get here! It's been what, 2 years? You look great!" Turning to Rory, he explained: "Astarael's family and mine have had good relations for several generations, and we were best friends growing up"
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Post by Damien on May 17, 2006 9:27:24 GMT -5
He shielded his eyes from the flare, and waited a few seconds to adjust to the new light.
“Wow, and here I thought you wanted to kill her or something, since you said you were from the Varden and all . . . ah well. I like it better this way!” He was all smiles and sunshine when he saluted the shade, and introduced himself again.
“Rory at your service, my lady!”
He turned to Arkantos, and said, “About dinner, do you prefer the seedy shops or the really expensive kind of restaurant, since I doubt missy would like going into those kinds of shops. The men there tend to be the really irritating sort . . . but they scream quite nicely if you poke them hard enough. Either way, it’s your choice.”
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Post by Arkantos on May 17, 2006 10:21:49 GMT -5
"I don't really care, as long as it's hot, good, and was slaughtered recently." Arkantos replied, leading Wingfoot, his horse, to a stable 10 feet away and paid with several silver coins. "However, I suggest an tavern that Eragon himself ate at, near the citadel. Besides, Astarael will scare anyone away with those nasty looking weapons of hers, and I haven't talked to anyone exept battle banter with a Rider who tied me up like a stuck pig...But that's beside the point. And unless Astarael over there has gotten in touch with her feminine side since last we met, I don't think we'll have any problems anywhere. That is, unless you want to start problems..." At this, he smirked and drew his sword, swinging it experimentally, only stopping once he was satisfied it would hold up in a fight by having white flames sheath the edge.
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Post by Damien on May 18, 2006 2:03:40 GMT -5
He laughed just a little, and then said, “Tavern near the Citadel? I’ve never tried that place and it is a bit far to walk, so why not go eat someplace closer? We can probably have lunch there tomorrow, if you want. For now, there’s been a shop I’ve been wanting to try for a while . . .”
There was a glint in his eyes that suggested trouble, and lots of it. He pointed to a little corner shop in the darkest section of the city, winked at Arkantos and then started walking towards it.
“They say that place is best known for oriental food, so anyone want crocodile tongue?”
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Astarael
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Post by Astarael on May 19, 2006 12:40:52 GMT -5
"Crocodile tongue? Interesting. And here I thought this trip would be wasted on violence and hunting out Varden supporters in the town where Jeod Longshanks aided an entire village to escape my clutches.." Astarael said with a smirk, following Rory into the darkest area of the city, full of men who looked at Astarael with interesting glances before she looked back at them and made them commit suicide, while entertaining herself with thoughts that, if Arkantos had seen them, would have made him retch.
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Post by Damien on May 19, 2006 21:37:28 GMT -5
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Post by Arkantos on May 22, 2006 10:14:43 GMT -5
((Delightful o.0 my dad went to singapore once for like, 3 weeks. he brought me back a lot of coins, which I thought were pimp-o-licious. HA! You are all now stupider for reading this!))
Arkantos threw down 5 crowns and picked out a fish that looked suspiciously like a coelacanth. As he waited for his fish to be slaughtered, he saw several men impaled on a decorative stake, victims of Asatarael's "charming personality", he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Some things just never change, do they, Astarael?" He asked, in between mouthfulls of his reently slaughtered fish.
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Post by Damien on May 22, 2006 11:14:05 GMT -5
((Those orange jelly bean-like thingies in the fourth/fifth row (depending on the size of your monitor) are duck testicles, BTW. Nearly ordered it thinking they were liver or something, but mom told me what they were said they didn't taste very good.))
Rory was hunched over in the corner, blade in one hand and crab scuttling about on the floor.
*stab* *stab* *stab*
. . . or not.
With the crustacean impaled on his nice, sharp blade; he stood up straight and walked towards the kitchen.
*stab*
He glared at the idiot who had just impaled himself on his previously somewhat clean blade, and magically set him on fire. Shooting an annoyed look at Astarael, he went back to get yet another crab. Rory left the smoking piles of dead in the middle of the corridor, not even bothering to tidy up.
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Astarael
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Post by Astarael on May 24, 2006 8:39:29 GMT -5
Asatarael was laughing her head off at Rory as a man impaled himself on his blade. That one had been smart enough not to think naughty thoughts about her, but he wasn't smart enough to learn how to shield his mind to prevent her from taking over and using him as a human meat puppet.
"No, I guess not. But then again, some things change for the better, if you know what I mean..." she replied in a whisper, edging closer to Arkantos to see what his reaction was.
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Post by Arkantos on May 24, 2006 20:37:30 GMT -5
Arkantos raised an eyebrow at the Shade as she got closer.
"This is a new tactic for you, outright sexual hints. Usually you're a lot more...aggressive in your methods of wooing a man, with the men often failing;seeing as the results of their thoughts are strewn across the street, bleeding it up quite nicely.", He replied, giving her a intrigued look with a small grin spreading up his features..
((*hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge*))
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Post by Damien on May 25, 2006 4:58:29 GMT -5
He stood beside the ever growing pile of dead bodies, eyeing the pair warily. Yet another crab was impaled onto his blade, and another dying human writhing was under his foot.
His eyes narrowed as the distance between them got smaller and smaller, until his eyes watered and the crab started trying do un-impale itself.
“Old people . . . I don’t get them at all.” He mumbled, while walking towards the chefs.
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Post by Astarael on May 25, 2006 18:03:32 GMT -5
Astarael was wispering something in Arkantos's ear when she heard the phrase: "Old people". She quickly turned around, intercepted Rory on his way to the cowering chef, and slammed him against the wall with inhuman strength."What did you say, whelp? Because I am NOT old.", she hissed, her body giving off an unholy aura as random items burst into black flames and converged together to form a large axe, hovering longingly above Rory's head.
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Post by Damien on May 26, 2006 1:49:06 GMT -5
He was a little taken aback when she slammed him into the wall, but quickly recovered his composure. Rory watched, fascinated, as a massive axe formed behind her, made up of random objects. He swore he saw a leg twitch.
"What did you say, whelp? Because I am NOT old."
“Well technically, I’m not a whelp, either.” He said, evenly. “But I am young in your eyes, and you are old in mine. There is at least five years of difference.”
Rory relaxed a little, and grinned.
“Although my brother always did tell me that ‘age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill’ . . . though in both cases I still lose out in the skill department.”
He wriggled in the shade’s grip, and gave her a lopsided smile. “This is really nice and all, but mind letting me go? You can whack me later; it’s just that a certain someone,” he gestured towards Arkantos “is waiting for you.”
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