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Post by Mithiel on Sept 18, 2006 4:02:17 GMT -5
Mithiel trotted in on her horse, Caleb, grinning as the sun shined down on the vast field of The Spine. SHe had asked for a day off from Galbatorix, and surprisingly, he had agreed. So she had grabbed Caleb, and with Daros, set off for The Spine, knowing that the place was mostly deserted.Mithiel jumped off Caleb's back and patted his rump, letting him run freely, knowing he won't run far from her. She grinned as Daros cried his wild eagle call above her, where he was winging his way across the azure sky.
Fun?Mithiel asked Daros as she settled down on the grass, her head tilted up to see Daros surfing the air current. Definately. Its been weeks since i saw nothing but the grey ceilings of the palace. Daros complained, calling out his eagle cry again as the sunlight glinted off his black and white feathers.
Heaving a contented sigh, she closed her eyes, enjoying the heat of the sun and the soft breeze of the afternoon, without a care in the world, with the sound of the rushing river, the call of her friend Daros, and the hooves of Caleb, she was at peace.
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Post by Damien on Sept 23, 2006 13:40:32 GMT -5
(Mind overly much if I join? If you do, just say so and I'll pull out.)
Roughly fifty meters away, a red-hair teen was stringing a long twig into a makeshift bow and attempting to shoot. The bowstring snapped like a snapping thing and the twig impaled itself on the ground five meters behind him. For good measure, the branch he had been using as a bow broke, too. He tossed the branch into a small pile of similar branches, just glad than his brother wasn’t around to see him make a fool of himself (again). Rory shook his head, gave up and walked in the direction of the loud screech he had heard earlier. In his mind he could almost hear Maru berating him for possibly walking into a trap, but he was just too tired to care.
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 24, 2006 8:24:46 GMT -5
((no probelmo. I was hoping for someone to join me anyway.  ) Suddenly, Daros gave a screech and swooped down close to oMitheil, waking her from her reverie before telling her, There's someone near by. Be careful . he warned, turning loops in the air.Mitheil sat up from her laying position and look around, her eyes alert, her muscles tense. Do you recognise him Daros? Mithiel asked, standing up. Can't really see him, but i'll go see. Daros replied, and swerving to the left, he headed towards the forest, where a boy was walking towards Mithiel's spot |
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Post by Damien on Sept 24, 2006 9:26:22 GMT -5
Rory saw the hawk about two minutes after it saw him, and waved at it. Moving at his own leisurely pace, he approached the hawk. His eyes were half-focused, and appeared to be looking the bit of empty air behind the raptor, and not at the hawk itself. It was no surprise, then, when his foot got caught on a tree root and he hit the dirt, face first.
He picked himself up carefully, and gave the hawk a half-hearted glare. He could have sworn it was laughing at him . . . He brushed off whatever dirt had gathered on his clothes, adjusted the Empire symbol on his shoulder band and kept moving.
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 25, 2006 0:42:37 GMT -5
Letting her mind tendril out, she prodded and pricked at the indifferent minds and conciousness of the plants and various surroundings till finally, she stumbled upon a curious mind. Not one of a plant definately, and most certainly not an ant. Pulling her tendril back from the other's barriers, she asked out loud, "Who's there?"
Daros flew back overhead, screeching before telling Mithiel, On guard. I see the empire symbol on his headband, but all are after you for you are Galbatorix's top assasin. Be on guard... Daros warned before he swooped over to where Caleb was grazing grass. Mithiel tensed, and she asked again, "Who's there?"
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Post by Damien on Sept 25, 2006 4:54:51 GMT -5
“Who’s there?”
Rory stopped when he heard the feminine (and most likely human) voice. He saw the girl, crouching, tense, on the grass. Shrugging and desperately hoping she wasn’t against the Empire, he called back,
“I’m Rory Davion, a soldier from the Empire.”
He was more focused when he approached, in these troubled times anyone could be an enemy. Or so says the brother in his head . . .
His hands were raised in a gesture of peace, and when he had gotten close enough to talk without having to raise his voice but not enough to invade her personal bubble, Rory stopped.
“If you aren’t going to kill me, maul me, attack me or otherwise maim me, can I have your name?” He considered this for a moment, and then added, “Please?”
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 25, 2006 8:37:04 GMT -5
Straightening up, Mithiel's eyes shot up to the Empire mark on his headband for a brief second,before her forestgreen eyes returned to the face of the stranger. "Mithiel, assasin and spy of the Empire. And you are?" Mithiel asked, the moon pendant hanging on the circlet on her head glowing slightly as she muttered something. Daros flew back to perch on her outstretched arm, and Caleb from afar whinnied.
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Post by Damien on Sept 25, 2006 10:00:48 GMT -5
(Psst, the Empire mark is on his shoulder band.)
“I’m Rory Davion, a soldier under General Leigh. And . . . I’m fourteen?”
He not-so-subtly looked her over, before focusing on the hawk. He briefly considered petting it, but some prior experience with birds (even the ones with less pointy beaks) told him at it probably wasn’t a good idea. It’s feathers were quite pretty, though he hadn’t seen any hawks with similar plumage.
“The hawk on your arm, does it have a name?” he asked, hopeful.
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 26, 2006 0:35:10 GMT -5
"Daros." Mithiel answered shortly, as the hawk glided over to her shoulder, Mithiel's hand went back to her side. "What are you doing here?" she asked, coldly, her eyes glinting as she turned her back to face him.
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Post by Damien on Sept 26, 2006 4:05:15 GMT -5
“Daros . . . that’s a nice name.” He shrugged, and replied to her question.
“I’m supposed to be training. I think. I’m not sure why my brother sent me here, though. I’m sure there are better places to train . . . Not that it’s bad here or anything, but it can be so quiet sometimes.”
Rory looked thoughtful for a moment, but quickly shook his head and turned to face Mithiel.
“Why are you here, miss?”
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 26, 2006 4:24:41 GMT -5
"Just to enjoy an afternoon off." Mithiel answered shortly, still not turning to face him. ((Want to try something? Like er... An attack, or you ask her to spar with you or summat? Sorry for the the cool demeanour. Mithiel's just like that. )) |
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Post by Damien on Sept 26, 2006 6:06:51 GMT -5
(Sparring's fine, I guess. And don't worry, I don't mind that personality type.)
“An afternoon off? I can think of better places, but whatever suits you . . .”
He considered for a moment and then said, “Wanna spar? I am supposed to be training, after all.” He grinned brightly at her, and pulled out his sword.
“Just . . . no magic, and I don’t want to die yet. If I do, I’m pretty sure Maru would follow me to the void and beat me up for dying too early or something.”
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 26, 2006 6:45:47 GMT -5
For the first time throughout their small chat, a faint small flitted across the features of the slender figure of Mithiel, but it quickly dissapeared. Don't try anything Daros warned in to her ear. I'm perfectly fine. I wouldn't be the top spellcaster and assasin if i wasn't skilled. Now just go, i'm bored anyway. Mithiel said, knudging her shoulder a little. Daros spread his 5 feet wingspan and flew off into the azure sky, circling the compound, and screeched.
Mithiel returned her gaze onto the standing boy, with his sword in his hand, and gave a quirk nod. Unsheathing her sword slung at her waist, she ran her fingers over the blade, and muttering a spell. The sharp sides glowed for a second, before the blade returned to normal, and Mithiel turned her sharp eyes onto the boy. "Fine with me. I'll let you start"
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Post by Damien on Sept 26, 2006 7:58:20 GMT -5
(Does Mithiel focus on speed or power more? And I will have to control your char for a bit, otherwise I have no idea how to battle on a forum roleplay. Won’t purposely make her lose or anything, so don’t worry about that.)
Rory beamed at her, and quickly cast the guarding spell on the sharp edges of his blade. He went into a fighting stance, and darted towards the taller girl. Rory aimed at her midsection with a blow strong enough to shatter bone, he wasn’t fast enough. His opponent blocked his sword with her own and . . .
(Rory works more with force instead of speed, so . . .)
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 26, 2006 8:30:12 GMT -5
((Mithiel goes with speed, since she's a lithe girl. ANd no probelm abt the god-mod. I dun mind much))
Twisting around, Mitheil turned a backflip and with greta force, pushed the younger boy away from her, she drew her sword back and speeded a running attack at him. But at the last second, she jumped up on her right foot, and turn a backflip, she ended with her sword facing earth, she plummeted down towards Rory, sword first, aimed straight to the center of his head.
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Post by Damien on Sept 26, 2006 9:50:51 GMT -5
Stunned by her showy acrobatics, he took a second to pull himself together and even less to dodge. He didn’t manage to dodge completely, and Mithiel’s blade crashed down on his left arm. To minimize injury he crouched and let himself be pulled by gravity, though the blow would still leave quite a bruise.
I’m lucky she’s so light . . .
He swerved wildly to avoid the follow-up attacks, but Mithiel was quick enough to tear away at his shirt. He executed a dodge roll and swiftly backed away, eyes on his opponent and not within reach of her blade. He flexed his arms a bit to assess the damage; painful, will turn blue, needs healing but can last the battle.
He circled a little closer, and used a similar, but simpler, feint to try and land a hit. Darting towards her, he crouched at the last moment and sprang up, blade first and aiming for her ribs, with enough force to break . . . if the blow connects. He seriously doubted it will.
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 27, 2006 0:23:12 GMT -5
Mithiel dodged at the last minute,. but not fleet enough, the blow hit her other wrist, the one not holding her blade, and she dropped to her knees, Giving a fleeting glance to her opponent, she got up quickly and turned to him her wrist slowly turning blue, but she did not flinch, only look at him out of her forest green eyes. Without momvement.
Suddenly, as lithe as a cheetah, she darted to Rory's left, and then jumped over his head to the right, feinted to his middle, but dudcked at the last minute and jumped out of his attacking range. Swiftly, she puled out a dagger, whose blade has already been blocked, and with two fingers, she flicked the diamond encrusted dagger, and it flew, arrowing, aiming straight for Rory's forehead.
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Post by Damien on Sept 27, 2006 1:08:58 GMT -5
The blade grazed the side of his head just above his ear, and the wound started leaking blood almost immediately. He quickly dropped his fighting stance as well as his blade and backed away. His left hand was covering the left eye, which had been tainted by the blood. He picked up the dagger whoa, expensive! and tossed it back at her.
"Can we take a break? My eye hurts. We can . . . I don't know, go birdwatching or something. There's the smoking remains of a town somewhere . . ."
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 27, 2006 3:50:09 GMT -5
Catching the dagger with the left hand, she slipped it back on her belt and undulled the blade of her blade before returning it back to its carrier on her waist. Looking at Rory, covering his eye with his hand, and the other bruised arm, she lifted a hand up and muttered, "Waise Heill" . The moon pendant on her forehead glowed a little, and ina minute, the sting on the eye subsided, and the throbbing on Rory's arm dissapeared. The moon pendant stopped glowing and Mithiel retured her hand to her side, whistling to Caleb.
The stallion galloped up to her side, Mithiel slipped her dagger into the side pocket o fthe saddle before getting into the saddle of her stallion. Turning her head to Rory, her midnight black hair shining in the sunlight, she asked, "Coming?"
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Post by Damien on Sept 27, 2006 5:09:15 GMT -5
Rory seemed a bit surprised, but followed her quite cheerfully.
“Yeah, definitely! And thanks for healing my wounds; I can never remember the words.”
He whistled for his own horse, a chestnut that he borrowed from the stables. He carefully pulled himself onto it, and rode beside Mithiel. We’re heading deeper in, I think . . . sort of remember a clearing when I rode past.
“Where is . . . Daros? I haven’t seen him since we started.”
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