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Oron relaxes as the guards leave, finding no reason to be heard he remains silent as terms were sought. His eyes follow the group right up until they turn a corner and vanish out of sight.
The solid mercenary seemed neither pleased nor disappointed with the outcome and simply turned back to once again face the merchant.
"My services are free till the morrow" he pauses to glare for a moment ensuring the 'month' thing was a bluff, " where I will ensure your debt is settled. After that we can negotiate further business if you require." his voice was deep and filled with command and confidence.
Without waiting for a reply Oron then grunts as he kneels to the ground and starts rebuilding the lopsided stall and gathering the shiny scattered items in silence.
The solid mercenary seemed neither pleased nor disappointed with the outcome and simply turned back to once again face the merchant.
"My services are free till the morrow" he pauses to glare for a moment ensuring the 'month' thing was a bluff, " where I will ensure your debt is settled. After that we can negotiate further business if you require." his voice was deep and filled with command and confidence.
Without waiting for a reply Oron then grunts as he kneels to the ground and starts rebuilding the lopsided stall and gathering the shiny scattered items in silence.
@Ashevelendar
Hope your exams went well!
I assumed there was variety, I can modify my post of need be.
Hope your exams went well!
I assumed there was variety, I can modify my post of need be.
Post order;
Me
-everyone else
:p
Lol @Kibaro hope that's ok. Attacked one of the guards.
@Pineappletumble & @The 42nd Gecko Something is about to go down, should be opportunities to notice and become involved with characters.
@Ashevelendar Sorry, made a mess of your stall XD
Me
-everyone else
:p
Lol @Kibaro hope that's ok. Attacked one of the guards.
@Pineappletumble & @The 42nd Gecko Something is about to go down, should be opportunities to notice and become involved with characters.
@Ashevelendar Sorry, made a mess of your stall XD
It was too much of a coincidence, first the dream and now this.
A soft guttural growl resonated deep within Oron's throat, an instinctive reply to noticing the drunken soldiers stumbling behind him.
"Gaian soldiers!" Oron muttered in disgust as they seemingly followed him through the dull market streets.
It had been forever since Oron had laid eyes on anyone from the Gaian military. He had deliberately avoided such chances. It stirred the very emotions and memories he had been seeking to avoid. The soldiers very presence filled him with unwelcome curiosities, what were they doing out here? What division did they belong too? But more importantly, and unavoidably, they linked his thoughts to Allo Niscent, queen of Gaia, and therefore anger.
Oron found himself staring down into the big bright green eyes of a Sol merchant standing behind her wares. Lost in his thoughts with his attention elsewhere he mindlessly fumbled through the goods laid out before him. Even though he had been standing there for some time he had only now just noticed her. Caught in those familiar deep bright eyes he was distracted for a short moment when...
The heavy body of a stumbling drunk crashed into him. The clashing and clanging of objects falling and smashing over the table and floor followed as Oron was pushed into the stall.
Furious and startled he whipped around like a snake and struck out at the culprit with a sharp viscous blow to the back of his head.
The mug that he was falsely admiring and was still in his hand when attacking, now but a cluster of clay shards over the drunken soldiers head and shoulders.
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As the rage subsided Oron quickly realised what he had done. He could see the aggression seep into the souls of the other soldiers. He could do nothing now but face the consequences of his actions. He always was one to strike first and ask questions later.
He tenses and flexes his muscles as he braces himself for what is to come.
Meanwhile positioning the dazed drunk between himself and the others as with a side glance he scans the merchants wares for a sturdy weapon.
A soft guttural growl resonated deep within Oron's throat, an instinctive reply to noticing the drunken soldiers stumbling behind him.
"Gaian soldiers!" Oron muttered in disgust as they seemingly followed him through the dull market streets.
It had been forever since Oron had laid eyes on anyone from the Gaian military. He had deliberately avoided such chances. It stirred the very emotions and memories he had been seeking to avoid. The soldiers very presence filled him with unwelcome curiosities, what were they doing out here? What division did they belong too? But more importantly, and unavoidably, they linked his thoughts to Allo Niscent, queen of Gaia, and therefore anger.
Oron found himself staring down into the big bright green eyes of a Sol merchant standing behind her wares. Lost in his thoughts with his attention elsewhere he mindlessly fumbled through the goods laid out before him. Even though he had been standing there for some time he had only now just noticed her. Caught in those familiar deep bright eyes he was distracted for a short moment when...
WHACK
The heavy body of a stumbling drunk crashed into him. The clashing and clanging of objects falling and smashing over the table and floor followed as Oron was pushed into the stall.
Furious and startled he whipped around like a snake and struck out at the culprit with a sharp viscous blow to the back of his head.
The mug that he was falsely admiring and was still in his hand when attacking, now but a cluster of clay shards over the drunken soldiers head and shoulders.
---
As the rage subsided Oron quickly realised what he had done. He could see the aggression seep into the souls of the other soldiers. He could do nothing now but face the consequences of his actions. He always was one to strike first and ask questions later.
He tenses and flexes his muscles as he braces himself for what is to come.
Meanwhile positioning the dazed drunk between himself and the others as with a side glance he scans the merchants wares for a sturdy weapon.
@Ashevelendar what items is Ashe selling prior curfew? (At markets)
@Kibaro is it ok if I assume your group happens to pass through the market just after my character? And are they in Gaian uniform?
I would like to have one of the drunken ones bump into my character.
@Kibaro is it ok if I assume your group happens to pass through the market just after my character? And are they in Gaian uniform?
I would like to have one of the drunken ones bump into my character.
How many people are we waiting on? I'm keen to post again :)
@Rai
Ah couldn't resist!
So Oron's a little intoxicated and is hitting the streets.
He's looking for a meat vender or people likely to hire help but will more than likely continue wandering around into curfew.
Maybe even bump into @Ashevelendar
Ah couldn't resist!
So Oron's a little intoxicated and is hitting the streets.
He's looking for a meat vender or people likely to hire help but will more than likely continue wandering around into curfew.
Maybe even bump into @Ashevelendar
Brooding in a dark corner, a quiet Oron sat minding his own business. His blood shot eyes spoke of ill sleep as he reminisced the dream that haunted him.
The Seraphim soldier had since come and gone without Oron taking any notice. His words were heard but fell without consideration.
Oron could not shake that fake feeble sense of helpless desperation caused from within the dream. He hated it. Deemed it a weakness. Even just to imagine it caused him to spit spitefully and curse his imagination.
Now the longing, he had learnt to hide and disguise that feeling decades ago. So what was this and why now? Was he growing weakend with age, was his skin and heart becoming soft? Or had he just been in Sunfire for too long already.
These thoughts troubled him long into the night. Heavy empty mug after heavy empty mug slammed down on his sturdy wooden table, demanding his next drink as he sought to wash the wretched thoughts of dreams from his mind and move on.
Before he knew it he had drunk more than a normal man ever should, but for his size and blood type he was only slightly hindered.
He could feel the tension in the air around him, common words were whispered amongst the commotion. 'Curfew'.
He smelt something in the air that brought a smile to his lips. Fear. This was something that was good for business.
After slamming down his last empty mug he cups his bare hands and loudly cracks his knuckles in rapid succession. He paid his tab and left the tavern to go wonder the streets and get a 'feel' for the mood of the town.
He frowned upon the Seraphim and people of this town, considered them weak and rigid, wasn't fond of their plant based diets or sun energies either but all that didn't mean he wouldn't take coin from them though. But as he wandered along the dark cool streets and curfew slowly crept nearer and nearer, his appetite lent towards something to accompany all that ale and his hunger for something a little more 'bloody' grew stronger.
The Seraphim soldier had since come and gone without Oron taking any notice. His words were heard but fell without consideration.
Oron could not shake that fake feeble sense of helpless desperation caused from within the dream. He hated it. Deemed it a weakness. Even just to imagine it caused him to spit spitefully and curse his imagination.
Now the longing, he had learnt to hide and disguise that feeling decades ago. So what was this and why now? Was he growing weakend with age, was his skin and heart becoming soft? Or had he just been in Sunfire for too long already.
These thoughts troubled him long into the night. Heavy empty mug after heavy empty mug slammed down on his sturdy wooden table, demanding his next drink as he sought to wash the wretched thoughts of dreams from his mind and move on.
Before he knew it he had drunk more than a normal man ever should, but for his size and blood type he was only slightly hindered.
He could feel the tension in the air around him, common words were whispered amongst the commotion. 'Curfew'.
He smelt something in the air that brought a smile to his lips. Fear. This was something that was good for business.
After slamming down his last empty mug he cups his bare hands and loudly cracks his knuckles in rapid succession. He paid his tab and left the tavern to go wonder the streets and get a 'feel' for the mood of the town.
He frowned upon the Seraphim and people of this town, considered them weak and rigid, wasn't fond of their plant based diets or sun energies either but all that didn't mean he wouldn't take coin from them though. But as he wandered along the dark cool streets and curfew slowly crept nearer and nearer, his appetite lent towards something to accompany all that ale and his hunger for something a little more 'bloody' grew stronger.
@Lady Sven
As much as Azerus would love to just slip back into the nostalgic familiarity of high class castle society, that he has lived and known from behind the secluded hidden confines of closed doors and heavy shadows his whole life. He wasn't so sure he could just go waltzing back in so soon.
Not while there were still those that would recognise him, not while he still appeared the way he did, not while an unidentified royal murderer still ran free.
While most of the castle occupants wouldn't recognise him, having never laid eyes upon him even though he lived right under their noses, his appearance would still cause question and stir, so close to the queens tragic demise.
And then there were those that Azerus was running from. As much as he would love to flaunt his new found freedom in open sight he knew not of their intentions or how desperate and deep their desires ran. His ego and pride could jeopardise Christopher's mission and life. He couldn't risk that by good conscious.
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Azerus snapped back to reality only to realise he had been standing awkwardly in silence as Chris patiently awaited a reply. Caught in the throws of beginning a sentence with a face somewhere between a smile and frown Azerus only manages a stammer, failing to find words to rectify the situation. Finally after settled thoughts and a breath he speaks his reply.
"Ah you have already done much for me, now I must start fulfilling my role. If I am to be a lieutenant then I must be acting like one and get to know the, uh, troops. I will meet you in the morning."
With hesitation he unclips his shining new sword from its belt and delicately hands it over to Christopher.
"Just don't forget to bring that!" he adds in with a friendly smile and nod.
Already he had grown admiration for this man in the way he interacted with the people of the street. He was truly of his families blood, it appeared as though that blood lineage couldn't produce an ill human if it tried.
That thought was a sad reminder of the deceased queen, also an affirmation that a man was made by his heritage and blood, and Azerus couldn't deny his own was anything but righteous or clean.
The high hopes and uplifting confidence that was instilled simply by being around Christopher quickly faded as Azerus made his way back to the bar to see the others he would be travelling with.
As much as Azerus would love to just slip back into the nostalgic familiarity of high class castle society, that he has lived and known from behind the secluded hidden confines of closed doors and heavy shadows his whole life. He wasn't so sure he could just go waltzing back in so soon.
Not while there were still those that would recognise him, not while he still appeared the way he did, not while an unidentified royal murderer still ran free.
While most of the castle occupants wouldn't recognise him, having never laid eyes upon him even though he lived right under their noses, his appearance would still cause question and stir, so close to the queens tragic demise.
And then there were those that Azerus was running from. As much as he would love to flaunt his new found freedom in open sight he knew not of their intentions or how desperate and deep their desires ran. His ego and pride could jeopardise Christopher's mission and life. He couldn't risk that by good conscious.
-----
Azerus snapped back to reality only to realise he had been standing awkwardly in silence as Chris patiently awaited a reply. Caught in the throws of beginning a sentence with a face somewhere between a smile and frown Azerus only manages a stammer, failing to find words to rectify the situation. Finally after settled thoughts and a breath he speaks his reply.
"Ah you have already done much for me, now I must start fulfilling my role. If I am to be a lieutenant then I must be acting like one and get to know the, uh, troops. I will meet you in the morning."
With hesitation he unclips his shining new sword from its belt and delicately hands it over to Christopher.
"Just don't forget to bring that!" he adds in with a friendly smile and nod.
Already he had grown admiration for this man in the way he interacted with the people of the street. He was truly of his families blood, it appeared as though that blood lineage couldn't produce an ill human if it tried.
That thought was a sad reminder of the deceased queen, also an affirmation that a man was made by his heritage and blood, and Azerus couldn't deny his own was anything but righteous or clean.
The high hopes and uplifting confidence that was instilled simply by being around Christopher quickly faded as Azerus made his way back to the bar to see the others he would be travelling with.
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