Izaka Sazaka

Through The Forgotten City

Interested in this, though I wanted to confirm a couple of things first. Since the setting is low fantasy, I'm assuming playing a straight mage would be out of the question (fireballs and such)? If so, how exactly does magic manifest in the world and would it be possible to play a very low-powered mage with the magic used being more illusory and subdued in nature?

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

I attempted to nudge the group towards plot advancement!

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

The warrior crossed his arms absently against the cold steel of his breast-plate, eyes darting easily between each figure in turn. The reunion would have been heart-felt, would have been if he actually held any sort of emotional attachment. Sure, they'd been through the grinder, but he was always careful when it came to extending any kind of psychological ties. He'd seen a lot of blood-shed in his life, a lot of friends turned enemies for the right amount of gold, it was hard to trust people when it came down to it, hard to give them credit. Still, for all his cynicism and all his stoicism, the sell-sword couldn't repress the soft upward turn at the edges of his lips, the ever so slight smile that seemed to cave beneath the need for some kind of relief; maybe he was going soft?

Still, the reunion would need to be cut sort. Taking note of Akira's insinuating eyes, he nodded in return: Maria wasn't with here, which left the possibility of her departure. It was hard to believe, from a logical standpoint that she could be so foolish as to take the enemy's goad. After all, it wasn't like once they had her in their grasps they wouldn't just turn the tables and use their dirty tricks. Even if they were good to their bargain, how could a single knight hope to match the strength of an entire mercenary band? Sure, Maria was strong, but there were practical limitations to what she could match, there was practically limitations to what they could match as a team. Reaching out, the old soldier touched lightly upon the corsair's shoulder, drawing his attention. "The lady knight isn't with you, I fear she may have taken the bait."

His words were straight to the point, an accurate summation of his internal thoughts. If Maria really had been that foolish, it meant they no longer had time for planning, they'd lost whatever element of preemption they might have once had. There was nothing left than to plunge in and save the fool-hardy woman, even if Izaka felt that it wasn't exactly in his best interest to go running through cross-bow fire to collect a single member of the team. What if she was already lost? They would be wasting time and resources, possibly stumbling towards an unnecessary battle. Speed was the key, it was the only advantage they had left. "Best we be off, now."

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

I'll get a post up tomorrow.

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

Once Dri posts I'll try and get the group moving after Maria.

Dark Intentions (Angelfowl/Izaka)

Sorry for the delay, I was able to put a post together tonight. I must inform you that I'm currently taking college mid-terms, so until Wednesday or so my replies may be a little slow.

Dark Intentions (Angelfowl/Izaka)

The ride had been thus far silent, silent enough that the shade could relax and enjoy the aspect of riding. There was simple pleasure implicit in the act of guiding a horse, something that felt strange and at the same time calming to him; perhaps it was a bit of that hero's memory leaking through? For the greater part of the day things went on in that manner, but as the sun began to set and the two beheld the edges of the forest as it rose against the horizon the princess broke their comfortable silence. When she was done speaking, Nova considered her questions for a time, calculating the amount of information he really wanted to give her. It would be unwise, after so recently coercing her, to reveal his fear of Ganondorf's power, the very real possibility that he was simply not up to the challenge of killing the dark lord. No, he would tell her only enough to satisfy her current curiosity.

"Why not wait you ask? What gain could be had of saving the kingdom in it's most dire hour? No, this way is better; when the dark lord is re-sealed I'll be the ruler of Hyrule, besides, if the sages were to fall there'd be no way to reseal the dark lord." Nudging at the sides of the mount, the horse began to slow its pace to a trot, the two approaching the edges of the forest. "But what of your motivations? I must confess I was surprised you accepted my offer so quickly, even if you had no other choice. You must know that once this journey is over, that you will be mine and mine alone." Another quick nudge and the horse came to a stop just at the edges of the forest. "The sun grows dim, best to make camp for the night and progress into the forest tomorrow."

In a single quick motion, the shade dismounted, boots digging into the soft dirt of the forest's edge. Turning, his hands rose upwards, fingers resting upon Zelda's hips as he helped ease her from the saddle to the ground. At once, the shade found himself second-guessing this action, why was he being so courteous? As soon as the princess as secure, the Nova withdrew his hands, almost too quickly, as if the thought of niceties repulsed him. He'd have to work harder next time to repress his heroic impulses, he was finding the Hero of Time was affecting him in more ways than he liked, not least of all his growing interest in the Hylian Princess herself.

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

I crafted a post!



I'm proud of myself.

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

Blackness consumed Izaka's mind, darkness lending to the sense of calm that only rarely crossed the mercenaries' mind. His features were at a neutral rest, something unheard of in the waking hours; it was only during the unconsciousness of sleep that he could truly be at peace, the waking days brought to many hardships. When the soldier felt the touch of hands on his shoulders, his eyes darted open, mind reacting urgently; were they being attacked? For a good thirty seconds he remained alert, even as Akira explained the situation, only relaxing when he'd heard her story in it's entirety. Her concern had as much merit as it did misdirection: either she was right and things were about to take a turn for the worse or the both of them were about to lose out on precious hours of sleep. "If what you say is true, then we'd best waste no time."

Izaka rose quickly, feet shuffling to the side as his hands lay claim to discarded armor; breast-plate, vambraces, greaves and weapon were secured in something close to a minute, each finger working tirelessly in practiced motions that seemed more mechanical than human, that's all he was these days: a machine. With gear in tow, the man was just about to exit the shack, only to hesitate at the door. Chocolate hues locked upon Maria's forgotten vestments and, making a quick decision, the mercenary procured them, securing the heavy equipment to his back as best as possible, still, carrying two sets of armor was going to slow him down by some degrees.

Exiting the shack, Izaka's attention turned back to his companion and he spoke for the first time since rising from the bed. "I trust you have some notion as to their location?" He supposed Akira knew just about as much as he did about the bandits in question, but it never hurt to ask. Before the elf could answer however, the warrior's flickering eyes caught sight of some disturbance in the distance, optics narrowing as his lips curled into something of a frown. "Please stop shouting!" His ears confirmed his suspicions, eyes drawn towards the distinctive wear of the two strangers; there's no way he'd mistake Marren's run down garb. As for the female accompanying the corsair, he could not make her out, the likelihood was Maria but it was a strained guess, they'd have to approach for confirmation. Turning to his companion Izaka could only arch a brow, silently questioning her as of yet unvalidated urgency.

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

Daaaaaamn, I have mid-terms this week.

x-x;

I'll try to get a post up tomorrow morning.