Double
Member
Hard-Boiled
- Last Seen: 3 hrs ago
- Old Guild Username: Xivilai
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 3021 (0.66 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- Double 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Rune_Alchemist,
RPM,
Renose,
Lugubrious,
Neziul,
Eviledd1984,
flat lovenote,
Nallore
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
People had to sleep at some point. lol
OK well, I PM'ed Ren because, let's face it, this waiting is starting to get ridiculous. I've also entertained the possibility that they simply lost interest, in which case I will need to devise a way to write Elim out of the story without being mean about it. Hmm.
Waiting for more responses before I post again. Don't know about the others though.
Freeshooter92 said
How about a small one under the chin on the bottom of the jaw?
Screw that, I'd have one under the tongue. Think of the gross out humor potential!
Once in the Tavern, the two cloaked travelers took a table near the door. The older man wasn't speaking, instead returning his attention to his tattered little book. So it fell to the younger traveler to wave a barmaid over and place their order. Nothing special, just some bread and a pint of ale each. He paid the young lady and she sauntered off to behind the bar to fetch the order. As one would expect, the tavern was occupied by a variety of different people. Some of them in drinking contests, others gambling with cards and dice. The two newcomers paid them little mind, having already decided to attract as little attention as possible. All seemed normal to the young man, but he heard his father whisper something that made him tense up ever-so-slightly.
"That woman at the bar. She's been watching us since we came in." he said this in a hushed whisper, low enough that even a Laguz with their keen ears could only barely hear him. And even then, he had positioned himself with his back turned to the bar, so she could not even rid his lips in the event she was capable of such a thing. To put it simply, Kristoph ensured he was in a position to speak softly to his son without anyone at the bar being able to eavesdrop.
The younger man, Simon, though he tensed at the message at first, quickly resumed his neutral posture and made no visible reaction. He might have said something in return, but based on the precautions his father had taken, he dared not lest he risk someone eavesdropping. He instead blinked, one time to be exact, a method of silently conveying the word "yes" without having to speak or make any sudden moves. This was a method of communication that his father had devised long ago, though originally it was used for spies to silently communicate within a room full of potential enemies. Now the two found themselves using it to convey private signals to each other without arousing suspicion from others.
A moment later, the barmaid returned, placing a plate with two small loafs of bread before them and two mugs of ale to accompany it. Kristoph and Simon stayed silent, each taking their portion of the meal and helping themselves to it, all while still maintaining a casual demeanor.
"That woman at the bar. She's been watching us since we came in." he said this in a hushed whisper, low enough that even a Laguz with their keen ears could only barely hear him. And even then, he had positioned himself with his back turned to the bar, so she could not even rid his lips in the event she was capable of such a thing. To put it simply, Kristoph ensured he was in a position to speak softly to his son without anyone at the bar being able to eavesdrop.
The younger man, Simon, though he tensed at the message at first, quickly resumed his neutral posture and made no visible reaction. He might have said something in return, but based on the precautions his father had taken, he dared not lest he risk someone eavesdropping. He instead blinked, one time to be exact, a method of silently conveying the word "yes" without having to speak or make any sudden moves. This was a method of communication that his father had devised long ago, though originally it was used for spies to silently communicate within a room full of potential enemies. Now the two found themselves using it to convey private signals to each other without arousing suspicion from others.
A moment later, the barmaid returned, placing a plate with two small loafs of bread before them and two mugs of ale to accompany it. Kristoph and Simon stayed silent, each taking their portion of the meal and helping themselves to it, all while still maintaining a casual demeanor.
With the recent IC posts, gotta say that spies can technically be whatever it is they need to be to complete their mission. Just sayin'. Oh well, at least Kristoph and Simon can achieve their goal of NOT being outed now that everyone is thoroughly distracted by the misunderstanding. I appreciate that, thanks! xD
Outside of Charten, just over the rise beyond the outer fortification, two cloaked figures walked slowly, but methodically, toward the town. They were both wrapped in brown cloaks, making them unable to be identified from a distance. Even with the cloaks, the two men had long since discarded the emblems they once wore to identify themselves with. It wouldn't due for them to be outed as the Caldegian fugitives they were. Even here in Belinni, where Vinsenia's presence had yet to take hold, they could not be sure that the people here wouldn't just put them in shackles and hand them over to Vinsenia as some kind of bargaining chip, or even to line their pockets with reward money. In these times of war and chaos, they could trust no one but each other.
"So this is Charten?" asked the younger of the two to his older companion, who just nodded in confirmation.
"It is," he said, voice sounding tired, clearly the war had a way of taking its toll on those who participated, "and it doesn't appear to have fallen yet. That's a good sign. Means we're not too late." when he spoke, he did so succinctly, as if any time spent in conversation was time that was being wasted. Choosing not to speak again, the man pulled a near-tattered book from his pack and began thumbing through it. An average person would have assumed this to be some kind of spell tome. They would be wrong. This was nothing of the sort, and was arguably far more useful and valuable than any mere tome. It was the man's playbook, a journal he'd spent countless hours writing in and reading from, it was filled with drawn pictures of battlefield formations and various weapon statistics for siege machines. Years worth of tactical genius were condensed into this book, and for that reason alone, it was virtually unreadable by anyone but the man himself. For you see, he was clever enough to know that he could never allow enemy eyes to gaze into his writings, and so everything in this book was written in code, using seemingly random jumbles of words and letters so that the book would appear to be absolute gibberish to anyone who did not know the code for deciphering it, and as of now this man was the only person who knew the aforementioned code.
The other traveler sighed when the older man started thumbing through his book. He knew by now that it meant the man, his father, did not wish to converse any longer and was content to remain in thought and concentration for the remainder of their journey. As such, the two shared no words as they neared the town, the younger of the two almost sighing with relief as he could now hear the sounds of people out and about. Traveling with his father was never that lively, the man barely spoke and when he did it was always purely for business. In fact, the young man was certain that they hadn't even spoke at all about what had happened to them in Caldegia, and it was obvious at this point that his father preferred it that way. From what he remembered, the young man's father had always had trouble speaking from his heart, instead preferring to speak from his mind and notes, it was a wonder he won the youth's mother's heart all those years ago.
Glancing around, the young traveler could see a few things happening, mostly mercenaries training. That's when he realized something. Mercenaries? Shouldn't there have been Belinni Regulars stationed here? Or were they simply spread too thinly and thus resorted to hiring local mercenaries to aid in the defenses of this and other towns? Well, his father didn't give him much time to think, he felt a hand squeezing his shoulder and heard his father's voice speaking briefly and, as usual, succinctly.
"Tavern's over there. Come on, we're wasting enough time as it is." the man said in a hushed tone. Strange that he mentioned them wasting time despite having only just arrived. Then again, given the man's behavior and mannerisms as of late it wasn't that much of a surprise to the younger traveler.
"So this is Charten?" asked the younger of the two to his older companion, who just nodded in confirmation.
"It is," he said, voice sounding tired, clearly the war had a way of taking its toll on those who participated, "and it doesn't appear to have fallen yet. That's a good sign. Means we're not too late." when he spoke, he did so succinctly, as if any time spent in conversation was time that was being wasted. Choosing not to speak again, the man pulled a near-tattered book from his pack and began thumbing through it. An average person would have assumed this to be some kind of spell tome. They would be wrong. This was nothing of the sort, and was arguably far more useful and valuable than any mere tome. It was the man's playbook, a journal he'd spent countless hours writing in and reading from, it was filled with drawn pictures of battlefield formations and various weapon statistics for siege machines. Years worth of tactical genius were condensed into this book, and for that reason alone, it was virtually unreadable by anyone but the man himself. For you see, he was clever enough to know that he could never allow enemy eyes to gaze into his writings, and so everything in this book was written in code, using seemingly random jumbles of words and letters so that the book would appear to be absolute gibberish to anyone who did not know the code for deciphering it, and as of now this man was the only person who knew the aforementioned code.
The other traveler sighed when the older man started thumbing through his book. He knew by now that it meant the man, his father, did not wish to converse any longer and was content to remain in thought and concentration for the remainder of their journey. As such, the two shared no words as they neared the town, the younger of the two almost sighing with relief as he could now hear the sounds of people out and about. Traveling with his father was never that lively, the man barely spoke and when he did it was always purely for business. In fact, the young man was certain that they hadn't even spoke at all about what had happened to them in Caldegia, and it was obvious at this point that his father preferred it that way. From what he remembered, the young man's father had always had trouble speaking from his heart, instead preferring to speak from his mind and notes, it was a wonder he won the youth's mother's heart all those years ago.
Glancing around, the young traveler could see a few things happening, mostly mercenaries training. That's when he realized something. Mercenaries? Shouldn't there have been Belinni Regulars stationed here? Or were they simply spread too thinly and thus resorted to hiring local mercenaries to aid in the defenses of this and other towns? Well, his father didn't give him much time to think, he felt a hand squeezing his shoulder and heard his father's voice speaking briefly and, as usual, succinctly.
"Tavern's over there. Come on, we're wasting enough time as it is." the man said in a hushed tone. Strange that he mentioned them wasting time despite having only just arrived. Then again, given the man's behavior and mannerisms as of late it wasn't that much of a surprise to the younger traveler.
MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
Also, Kristoph is going to face some opposition if he thinks his obsession with destroying Vinsenia's forces is gonna fly. At all.
Yes, how dare he try to avenge his family and homeland from the people who took them from him. I mean, the nerve of that bastard! :p
But seriously, if the good guys wanna kick him out of the group, Kristoph will literally just shrug and be like, "Fine, guess your shitty kingdom wasn't worth fighting for anyway. Have fun dying, assholes! Kthxbai."
And mine? I edited it as per requested a while ago. Page 1 if I'm not mistaken.
OK edited. Hopefully for the last time.
© 2007-2026