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The city is about a 2 hour walk away, but it is in view. It's pretty big due to being build on the side of a mountain.
Otherwise yes, Nomi and Jintaru and sitting outside a tavern next to a long dirt road that trails from the city, past the tavern and into the forests nearby.
Otherwise yes, Nomi and Jintaru and sitting outside a tavern next to a long dirt road that trails from the city, past the tavern and into the forests nearby.
The sound of grass being stepped on accompanied a stranger as he made his way towards a large clearing that could be seen just up ahead. The day was pleasant, gorgeous in fact and it made travelling that much more relaxing. Funnily enough though, the stranger with long silver-haired and black with red trim blindfold covering his eyes, didn't seem to recognize where he was. True, he was blind and could not see anything, but he had his ways of being able to 'see' what was what, and where he was, was not where he thought he was. A look of confusion appeared on his face as the tall, but slender figure emerged from the grass, his armoured boots coming into contact with dry dirt now. The change in sound caused the blindfolded-man to stop moving, his head 'peering' in the direction of the clearing where there seemed to be another individual, sitting down with controlled breathing, as if meditating. Was it a monk on pilgrimage and had taken a moment to stop and rest?
A soft wind blew past and the silver-haired man remained standing as still and as solid as a statue, only his long hair effected by the breeze that rustled the tall grass as it danced between each and every blade. The blind man tilted his head a fraction to the right, before he turned his head to one side to point an ear in the direction of the meditating man.
I wasn't expecting to bump into anyone out here...
The stranger thought to himself before a grin spread across his lips. Slowly, the blind man took a few casual steps away from the grass and into the large dirt covered clearing. There seemed to be a raised section, circular and fairly large that was made from compacted dirt. Had this meditating man built this? It almost resembled a miniature makeshift arena, or an overly large sumo ring.
”You're pretty far from civilization to be meditating, eh? Or are you distancing yourself from the distractions of humans to help with your training?”
The blind man spoke up, his voice young and calm.
The subtle metal rattle of the blind man's armour boots carried him further towards the bare-chested man sitting cross-legged. A brown satchel was softly swaying by it's strap slung over the silver-haired stranger's shoulder as the soft, warm breeze blew past once more and a sword, a katana, rest peacefully within it's scabbard that was securely tied to the back of the blind man. Coming to a stop about ten feet away from the meditating man, the blind man was able to get a much better 'look' at him. He had a well developed body, muscles bulging and full of power. Scars marked his chest, suggesting he had either won a hard battle or managed to survive a defeat. Baggy and loose pants covered the seated-man's legs, allowing for free movement. Nothing seemed to be on his feet other then bandages, which were also wrapped about his hands and wrists. Was he a fighter of some sort? Perhaps he was more then just a monk.
A soft wind blew past and the silver-haired man remained standing as still and as solid as a statue, only his long hair effected by the breeze that rustled the tall grass as it danced between each and every blade. The blind man tilted his head a fraction to the right, before he turned his head to one side to point an ear in the direction of the meditating man.
I wasn't expecting to bump into anyone out here...
The stranger thought to himself before a grin spread across his lips. Slowly, the blind man took a few casual steps away from the grass and into the large dirt covered clearing. There seemed to be a raised section, circular and fairly large that was made from compacted dirt. Had this meditating man built this? It almost resembled a miniature makeshift arena, or an overly large sumo ring.
”You're pretty far from civilization to be meditating, eh? Or are you distancing yourself from the distractions of humans to help with your training?”
The blind man spoke up, his voice young and calm.
The subtle metal rattle of the blind man's armour boots carried him further towards the bare-chested man sitting cross-legged. A brown satchel was softly swaying by it's strap slung over the silver-haired stranger's shoulder as the soft, warm breeze blew past once more and a sword, a katana, rest peacefully within it's scabbard that was securely tied to the back of the blind man. Coming to a stop about ten feet away from the meditating man, the blind man was able to get a much better 'look' at him. He had a well developed body, muscles bulging and full of power. Scars marked his chest, suggesting he had either won a hard battle or managed to survive a defeat. Baggy and loose pants covered the seated-man's legs, allowing for free movement. Nothing seemed to be on his feet other then bandages, which were also wrapped about his hands and wrists. Was he a fighter of some sort? Perhaps he was more then just a monk.
The genre of this thread is medieval and fantasy, and I think FFIX falls into that catergory rather well.
Also, you can just jump straight into the thread without needing to app or apply.
Go with your idea. Join us in the thread and let's see what happens ^___^
Also, you can just jump straight into the thread without needing to app or apply.
Go with your idea. Join us in the thread and let's see what happens ^___^
I think that could be a possibility, yes. So long as it's not too advanced ^^
Name: Nomi Yanimura
Age: Unknown, but appears to be thirty (30) years
Height:: 6ft 1
Weight:: 210lbs
Race:: Human
Class:: Blademaster
Appearance:
(Drawn and coloured by myself, which is why it's poopy xD)
Weapons: Nomi uses a katana as his main choice of weapon, although he is a very capable fighter using hand-to-hand martial arts as well. Nomi tends to sheath his katana either on his back or at his waist on his left. It's a basic, ordinary blade at first glance, but the weapon seems to avoid any and all damage when used in combat. Full strength edge on edge strikes with other swords will not chip, scratch or nick Nomi's katana.
Skills and Abilities:
Master Swordsman: Nomi's skill in swordsmanship is gargantuan. He is both fast and powerful, not to mention accurate, despite being blind. He has knowledge of several different styles of swordsmanship which include the likes of Iaido and Kendo, but most of the time he will battle in his own unique style, which revolves around him holding his katana single handedly and standing in a fairly open and relaxed stance, making his movements somewhat unpredictable. He is arrogant and cocky and likes to goad his opponent into attacking first where he counters with lightning fast and deadly strikes.
Martial Artist: Nomi's punch can be just as deadly as his sword. His body is trained to take damage and he has a huge reserve of stamina that allows him to keep going for a long amount of time. He has incredible agility and is able to perform flips and twists to help get into an advantageous position or to get out of a sticky one. Nomi's speed and enhanced hearing allows him the ability to dodge bullets, arrows and even catch a blade between his hands. He can jump much higher then an average human and can use his agility to scale tall walls if needs be.
The Mind's Eye: Nomi is blind, but he can 'see' just as well as the next person, if not more so, due to having trained his mind to 'see' for him. He can pour himself a drink, eat a meal, sharpen his sword and can even read books and scrolls and study maps with little effort. He also can recognize a person standing before him, but this is usually by 'feeling' their life force over viewing their face. With the loss of his eyesight, his other senses have been enhanced. Smell, hearing, taste and touch are vastly superior to an ordinary human.
Overview: Little is known about the man called Nomi Yanimura. He travels the world from place to place, sometimes seeking fights, something seeking information. He seems to be on the search for something and his journies have taken him to all four corners of the charted world and back again. His most recent and revealed adventure tells of him having travelled deep into uncharted orcish territory in search of a scroll fragment that pulses with a dark, ancient power. What is he searching for? What will he do next? Only Nomi knows the answer to that.
Age: Unknown, but appears to be thirty (30) years
Height:: 6ft 1
Weight:: 210lbs
Race:: Human
Class:: Blademaster
Appearance:
(Drawn and coloured by myself, which is why it's poopy xD)
Weapons: Nomi uses a katana as his main choice of weapon, although he is a very capable fighter using hand-to-hand martial arts as well. Nomi tends to sheath his katana either on his back or at his waist on his left. It's a basic, ordinary blade at first glance, but the weapon seems to avoid any and all damage when used in combat. Full strength edge on edge strikes with other swords will not chip, scratch or nick Nomi's katana.
Skills and Abilities:
Master Swordsman: Nomi's skill in swordsmanship is gargantuan. He is both fast and powerful, not to mention accurate, despite being blind. He has knowledge of several different styles of swordsmanship which include the likes of Iaido and Kendo, but most of the time he will battle in his own unique style, which revolves around him holding his katana single handedly and standing in a fairly open and relaxed stance, making his movements somewhat unpredictable. He is arrogant and cocky and likes to goad his opponent into attacking first where he counters with lightning fast and deadly strikes.
Martial Artist: Nomi's punch can be just as deadly as his sword. His body is trained to take damage and he has a huge reserve of stamina that allows him to keep going for a long amount of time. He has incredible agility and is able to perform flips and twists to help get into an advantageous position or to get out of a sticky one. Nomi's speed and enhanced hearing allows him the ability to dodge bullets, arrows and even catch a blade between his hands. He can jump much higher then an average human and can use his agility to scale tall walls if needs be.
The Mind's Eye: Nomi is blind, but he can 'see' just as well as the next person, if not more so, due to having trained his mind to 'see' for him. He can pour himself a drink, eat a meal, sharpen his sword and can even read books and scrolls and study maps with little effort. He also can recognize a person standing before him, but this is usually by 'feeling' their life force over viewing their face. With the loss of his eyesight, his other senses have been enhanced. Smell, hearing, taste and touch are vastly superior to an ordinary human.
Overview: Little is known about the man called Nomi Yanimura. He travels the world from place to place, sometimes seeking fights, something seeking information. He seems to be on the search for something and his journies have taken him to all four corners of the charted world and back again. His most recent and revealed adventure tells of him having travelled deep into uncharted orcish territory in search of a scroll fragment that pulses with a dark, ancient power. What is he searching for? What will he do next? Only Nomi knows the answer to that.
Hello friend!
Welcome to our thread and thanks for showing interest! ^__^
To answer your question, there will be parts of the world were crude machines and other mechanical constructs can exist, but it's a rare thing to see. Basic matchlock weapons, such as the Tanegashima would be around here and there, but the armies of the kingdom would still be using swords, spears and bows and arrows to fight with. Imagine a world like Final Fantasy 9, but with slightly less advanced levels of technology. I hope that helps?
If not, you won't see cars or robots. You will see constructs of stone however if you're adept enough in the use of magic.
Throw some ideas down here of what you're thinking of and we'll get back to you ^__^
Welcome to our thread and thanks for showing interest! ^__^
To answer your question, there will be parts of the world were crude machines and other mechanical constructs can exist, but it's a rare thing to see. Basic matchlock weapons, such as the Tanegashima would be around here and there, but the armies of the kingdom would still be using swords, spears and bows and arrows to fight with. Imagine a world like Final Fantasy 9, but with slightly less advanced levels of technology. I hope that helps?
If not, you won't see cars or robots. You will see constructs of stone however if you're adept enough in the use of magic.
Throw some ideas down here of what you're thinking of and we'll get back to you ^__^
The crackling and snapping of the burning herbs in the end of Jintaru's pipe was a relaxing sound to hear, much like a basic camp fire that burned with sticks and branches of trees. The blind man recalled the times he had spent under the night sky, a make-shift tent slung over a low hanging branch and a burning camp fire crackling away to ward off the beasts of the night. Much of his time spent in Mor Sgaithatch didn't allow the opportunity to relax. The orcs that ruled there were hunters and guardians both. They guarded the Black Mountain, their home as viciously as a cornered fox would would fend off attackers and they hunted down the fools who thought they could venture deep within the Black Mountain to reclaim the rumoured treasures hidden there. Burial tombs of long gone kings and queens, vaults of weapons and treasure that belonged to the most powerful of warriors. There's even whispers of items being hidden there that once belonged to the Gods themselves. Treasure hunters just could not resist the call of Mor Sgaithatch. No one ever returned with the treasures that are supposed to be buried there. Most returned empty handed. More didn't return at all, caught by the Gurtha Orcs.
Nomi chuckled and poured himself a cup of sake, shaking the bottle subtly afterwards to hear it was about one quarter full. Seems he had gotten through this one quicker then expected as well. The blind man allowed the clear liquor within his cup to still and he placed both his hands down around the porcelain cup. His thumbs pressed together as did his index fingers with the sake cup sitting in the middle of the 'triangle' that his hands made. He seemed to be staring into the liquor like a fortune teller would stare into their crystal ball.
”I suppose Orcs and Dragons are on different levels. Perhaps those imbeciles did come in useful at times as distractions, but I never needed their help, only yours.”
Things did not exactly go as according to plan ever since the Dragons had been defeated all that time ago. No amount of thinking or pondering had revealed an answer as to why things had turned out the way they did, but alas, here they were. Nomi just smiled to himself and kept his 'eyes' on the sake cup between his hands.
”What become of the circus boy? He's one of very few people I've met who could manipulate the elements. I had thought those who could channel the elements through their hands had all perished long ago.”
The blind man instinctively clenched both his hands into fists and drew them back off the table and into his lap where they remained hidden beneath the table. Slowly the silver-haired man sat back and upright, 'looking' towards the shaven-headed man. His words of it being impossible to meet and speak with Ornestoro both intrigued and frustrated the blind man, but he allowed no emotion to show on his face as he sat there in silence and listened to the 'monk'.
So why will he speak to you then? Because you turned your back on House Czentulu? No, there has to be more to it then that.
The thoughts ran through the blind man's head several times, repeating themselves over and over again, but nothing arose from it. No clue, no hints, nothing. There was definitely a connection between Jintaru and Ornestoro that the blind man had to, ironically, see for himself in person. That time would come soon, all Nomi had to do was sit tight and wait for the kitchen hand to return from the city.
”You frown at my words, calling those we travelled with as 'imbeciles', but you speak of honour and loyalty meaning nothing to you? Come now, you're basically bad mouthing your own family and your dead king. I know you better then anyone else to have come into contact with you. The man who sits before me is not the man I once travelled with, correct, but he is still sitting before me at the same time. He's asleep, slumbering deep inside of you. You've locked him away, trapped him within your very soul, ignoring him, shunning him. You've turned your back on everything that you once loved because you're powerless to stop bad things from happening to them. Your wife, your son, the dead king. You turn away from your problems instead of facing up to them.”
Nomi let out a hearty laugh and slammed one of his hands onto the wooden table, rattling both the sake bottles which somehow managed to stay upright and spilling some of his sake filled cup upon the table top, which dripped down through the cracks onto the dry floor below. His face turned sinister, his body flexed as he tucked his elbows into his waist and tensed himself up, trying to make himself look bigger.
”All it will take to bring out the man I know, is to draw a sword and swing it at your head.”
The blind man once more chuckled and he relaxed himself, shaking his head from side to side as he repositioned his sake bottle so it sat a little closer to his cup. He then brushed the back of his fingers across the table to wipe away the sake he had spilled, still chuckling throughout.
”Sadly I don't have a sword so I can't put this to the test.”
Nomi said nothing from this point on until he had heard the man sitting opposite him finishing speaking. The blind man could feel the frustration brewing within the 'monk', which was being tamed well by the herbs he smoked no doubt, but the frustration was still there. He even spoke it aloud to confirm it. Jintaru liked to think himself not a fool, but today he had been just that. With a nod of the head, the silver-haired man spoke up.
”I've heard rumours about Ornestoro, but had no way to confirm them. You've now confirmed what I thought. When the kitchen hand returns from the city, we're going to see Ornestoro. You will speak with him, you will show him this scroll fragment and you will find out where I can find one of these crystals. After that, you can go on your way and live the rest of your miserable life as you see fit and I will go find the crystal. We can part ways at that point and you'll never see me again.”
Nomi cracked a smirk from ear to ear and he leaned on the table with both elbows, 'staring' hard at Jintaru's face.
”How does that sound?”
Nomi chuckled and poured himself a cup of sake, shaking the bottle subtly afterwards to hear it was about one quarter full. Seems he had gotten through this one quicker then expected as well. The blind man allowed the clear liquor within his cup to still and he placed both his hands down around the porcelain cup. His thumbs pressed together as did his index fingers with the sake cup sitting in the middle of the 'triangle' that his hands made. He seemed to be staring into the liquor like a fortune teller would stare into their crystal ball.
”I suppose Orcs and Dragons are on different levels. Perhaps those imbeciles did come in useful at times as distractions, but I never needed their help, only yours.”
Things did not exactly go as according to plan ever since the Dragons had been defeated all that time ago. No amount of thinking or pondering had revealed an answer as to why things had turned out the way they did, but alas, here they were. Nomi just smiled to himself and kept his 'eyes' on the sake cup between his hands.
”What become of the circus boy? He's one of very few people I've met who could manipulate the elements. I had thought those who could channel the elements through their hands had all perished long ago.”
The blind man instinctively clenched both his hands into fists and drew them back off the table and into his lap where they remained hidden beneath the table. Slowly the silver-haired man sat back and upright, 'looking' towards the shaven-headed man. His words of it being impossible to meet and speak with Ornestoro both intrigued and frustrated the blind man, but he allowed no emotion to show on his face as he sat there in silence and listened to the 'monk'.
So why will he speak to you then? Because you turned your back on House Czentulu? No, there has to be more to it then that.
The thoughts ran through the blind man's head several times, repeating themselves over and over again, but nothing arose from it. No clue, no hints, nothing. There was definitely a connection between Jintaru and Ornestoro that the blind man had to, ironically, see for himself in person. That time would come soon, all Nomi had to do was sit tight and wait for the kitchen hand to return from the city.
”You frown at my words, calling those we travelled with as 'imbeciles', but you speak of honour and loyalty meaning nothing to you? Come now, you're basically bad mouthing your own family and your dead king. I know you better then anyone else to have come into contact with you. The man who sits before me is not the man I once travelled with, correct, but he is still sitting before me at the same time. He's asleep, slumbering deep inside of you. You've locked him away, trapped him within your very soul, ignoring him, shunning him. You've turned your back on everything that you once loved because you're powerless to stop bad things from happening to them. Your wife, your son, the dead king. You turn away from your problems instead of facing up to them.”
Nomi let out a hearty laugh and slammed one of his hands onto the wooden table, rattling both the sake bottles which somehow managed to stay upright and spilling some of his sake filled cup upon the table top, which dripped down through the cracks onto the dry floor below. His face turned sinister, his body flexed as he tucked his elbows into his waist and tensed himself up, trying to make himself look bigger.
”All it will take to bring out the man I know, is to draw a sword and swing it at your head.”
The blind man once more chuckled and he relaxed himself, shaking his head from side to side as he repositioned his sake bottle so it sat a little closer to his cup. He then brushed the back of his fingers across the table to wipe away the sake he had spilled, still chuckling throughout.
”Sadly I don't have a sword so I can't put this to the test.”
Nomi said nothing from this point on until he had heard the man sitting opposite him finishing speaking. The blind man could feel the frustration brewing within the 'monk', which was being tamed well by the herbs he smoked no doubt, but the frustration was still there. He even spoke it aloud to confirm it. Jintaru liked to think himself not a fool, but today he had been just that. With a nod of the head, the silver-haired man spoke up.
”I've heard rumours about Ornestoro, but had no way to confirm them. You've now confirmed what I thought. When the kitchen hand returns from the city, we're going to see Ornestoro. You will speak with him, you will show him this scroll fragment and you will find out where I can find one of these crystals. After that, you can go on your way and live the rest of your miserable life as you see fit and I will go find the crystal. We can part ways at that point and you'll never see me again.”
Nomi cracked a smirk from ear to ear and he leaned on the table with both elbows, 'staring' hard at Jintaru's face.
”How does that sound?”
The scent from the herbs that Jintaru smoked could easily be smelled by the blind man. He could probably have caught this scent from the other side of the tavern, but being this close to the man as he puffed on that pipe, did make the silver-haired man's mind wander. The concoction of herbs within that pipe... It was an odd mix at that. It wasn't just your typical tobacco and even if it was, the blind man questioned where the 'monk' would have earned the coin to be able to purchase it. The answer was obvious and as clear as the blue skies overhead. If the man with the shaven-head was to earn money in any way, it was be via his profession, his way of life, the way of the sword. Nomi knew that the only man Jintaru would consider a lord, was no longer part of this world. It was the 'real friend' he had mentioned earlier on during their meeting. If that man was still alive, would the pipe-smoking man be in a suit of armour, a head full of hair, clean washed and tied back neatly, standing beside the throne of the man he called 'friend'?
What a waste...
Nomi thought to himself as he 'watched' the man puff on his pipe, smelling the smoke seconds before the breeze took hold and cast it away into the air. His thought returned to him as Jintaru spoke up, asking why it was a surprise that he had an associate. The blind man just smiled and tilted his head slightly to the right, grinning wider when told he was the antisocial once. The 'monk' spoke the truth. Nomi always travelled alone, always fought alone. He was on his own side and no one else’s.
”Until recently you say? What of the time I joined your little circus fool and his large green freak, the pathetic woman from the castle and all those other imbeciles? I wouldn't call that being antisocial.”
The silver-haired man drummed his fingers of both hands on the tabletop, the wooden tapping causing the jasmine-scented waitress to peer over towards the table in case that was one of Nomi's ways of getting her attention, but she vanished back inside the tavern after she finished bringing some tea to an elderly couple who had moved outside the tavern to enjoy the sunshine.
”Was the last stranger Ornestoro met, you by any chance? Oh and I warn you not to say things as 'without a way in', because you don't know if I might be in the mood for a challenge.”
Nomi cocked his head back and flashed a bright but sinister smile at the 'monk'. The blind man tugged his right arm up and took hold of his sake bottle, tilting it over his white porcelain cup and listening to the liquor gently plish out. As the shaven-headed man spoke of him being able to draw, notch and release an arrow before the blind man could stand, Nomi nodded his head in agreement, a look of sincerity on his face.
”I reckon you could manage to do that, yes. Believe it or not, I've not fought since the war ended. I feel a little rusty.”
The silver-haired man rested both his elbows on the table, cupped one hand over the other and then lay his chin upon his hands, keeping his face in Jintaru's direction but his ears were locked onto the man with the hidden dagger, feeling him flinch ever more when the 'monk' spoke of men who hid weapons being cowards. There should be no more threat of him doing anything stupid from here on out, especially with two men nearby who were fully aware of what was hidden upon his person. The feeling made the blind man grin.
However the next set of words that spilled from the sake and herb smoked breath of Jintaru were words that did not belong to the man. Nomi frowned, visibly so at that and he pushed himself back off the table, sitting up straight where he crossed both his arms across his chest. Was this a lie to try and make the blind man doubt what he knew of his 'old friend'? No, he would not lie about things such as this. War had always plagued him and it was war that took his family from him. But there was something odd here, something that was nagging the deepest part of the blind man's mind, so deep that he was unable to scratch it. There must have been something that this 'Ornestoro' stranger had done or said to the 'monk'. Jintaru, going back on a Houses demands all because of gold? Since when did this man ever have need for gold?! Nomi didn't look impressed as his mind was clearly working hard on trying to figure this all out. Perhaps there wasn't anything to figure out and this man that sat before him was just as mysterious and unpredictable as the blind man himself was? No, that's not true. Jintaru was a gullible fool in the past. Something must have happened to him since the day everyone went their own way. Since before the last war had started.
”You're a sell-sword now? What's become of the honour, the respect, the loyalty? These words you speak, they are not of the man I once knew. What happened to you?”
After having 'watched' and indeed felt the change within the 'monk' upon the reveal of scroll fragment, Nomi's smirk once more spread across his face. He leaned forth and coiled his fingers about the fragment, gently picking it up off the table before folding it up neatly and carefully within both hands. The power resonating from it was indeed of magic long forgotten, the text in a tongue that too was long forgotten. With as much care as handling a new born child, Nomi returned the scroll fragment back into his satchel, which was closed and fastened securely before both his hands were returned to the table. The veins within his fingers and across his palms had turned a darker shade of blue, close to black, like ink was surging through his veins. They returned to normal when basked in the sunlight however and Nomi just couldn't stop himself from grinning.
”I didn't lie when I said I hadn't fought since the last war. No, I was within Mor Sgiathatch, the Black Mountain far to the north where the Gurtha Orcs roam.”
The blind man rose his right arm from the table and pointed a finger out across the farmlands that surrounded them. There was nothing on the horizon, just endless plains as far as the eye could see. Mor Sgiathatch was roughly a two month walk from here. Nomi redirected his pointing finger to the satchel beside his stool.
”I found that there. I wonder if Ornestoro can confirm my suspicions on what I think that image is of? This is why I revealed it to you. There was something telling me in the back of my mind that you had to this this scroll, at this place, on this day. Now I think Ornestoro is the man who can point me in the next direction.”
What a waste...
Nomi thought to himself as he 'watched' the man puff on his pipe, smelling the smoke seconds before the breeze took hold and cast it away into the air. His thought returned to him as Jintaru spoke up, asking why it was a surprise that he had an associate. The blind man just smiled and tilted his head slightly to the right, grinning wider when told he was the antisocial once. The 'monk' spoke the truth. Nomi always travelled alone, always fought alone. He was on his own side and no one else’s.
”Until recently you say? What of the time I joined your little circus fool and his large green freak, the pathetic woman from the castle and all those other imbeciles? I wouldn't call that being antisocial.”
The silver-haired man drummed his fingers of both hands on the tabletop, the wooden tapping causing the jasmine-scented waitress to peer over towards the table in case that was one of Nomi's ways of getting her attention, but she vanished back inside the tavern after she finished bringing some tea to an elderly couple who had moved outside the tavern to enjoy the sunshine.
”Was the last stranger Ornestoro met, you by any chance? Oh and I warn you not to say things as 'without a way in', because you don't know if I might be in the mood for a challenge.”
Nomi cocked his head back and flashed a bright but sinister smile at the 'monk'. The blind man tugged his right arm up and took hold of his sake bottle, tilting it over his white porcelain cup and listening to the liquor gently plish out. As the shaven-headed man spoke of him being able to draw, notch and release an arrow before the blind man could stand, Nomi nodded his head in agreement, a look of sincerity on his face.
”I reckon you could manage to do that, yes. Believe it or not, I've not fought since the war ended. I feel a little rusty.”
The silver-haired man rested both his elbows on the table, cupped one hand over the other and then lay his chin upon his hands, keeping his face in Jintaru's direction but his ears were locked onto the man with the hidden dagger, feeling him flinch ever more when the 'monk' spoke of men who hid weapons being cowards. There should be no more threat of him doing anything stupid from here on out, especially with two men nearby who were fully aware of what was hidden upon his person. The feeling made the blind man grin.
However the next set of words that spilled from the sake and herb smoked breath of Jintaru were words that did not belong to the man. Nomi frowned, visibly so at that and he pushed himself back off the table, sitting up straight where he crossed both his arms across his chest. Was this a lie to try and make the blind man doubt what he knew of his 'old friend'? No, he would not lie about things such as this. War had always plagued him and it was war that took his family from him. But there was something odd here, something that was nagging the deepest part of the blind man's mind, so deep that he was unable to scratch it. There must have been something that this 'Ornestoro' stranger had done or said to the 'monk'. Jintaru, going back on a Houses demands all because of gold? Since when did this man ever have need for gold?! Nomi didn't look impressed as his mind was clearly working hard on trying to figure this all out. Perhaps there wasn't anything to figure out and this man that sat before him was just as mysterious and unpredictable as the blind man himself was? No, that's not true. Jintaru was a gullible fool in the past. Something must have happened to him since the day everyone went their own way. Since before the last war had started.
”You're a sell-sword now? What's become of the honour, the respect, the loyalty? These words you speak, they are not of the man I once knew. What happened to you?”
After having 'watched' and indeed felt the change within the 'monk' upon the reveal of scroll fragment, Nomi's smirk once more spread across his face. He leaned forth and coiled his fingers about the fragment, gently picking it up off the table before folding it up neatly and carefully within both hands. The power resonating from it was indeed of magic long forgotten, the text in a tongue that too was long forgotten. With as much care as handling a new born child, Nomi returned the scroll fragment back into his satchel, which was closed and fastened securely before both his hands were returned to the table. The veins within his fingers and across his palms had turned a darker shade of blue, close to black, like ink was surging through his veins. They returned to normal when basked in the sunlight however and Nomi just couldn't stop himself from grinning.
”I didn't lie when I said I hadn't fought since the last war. No, I was within Mor Sgiathatch, the Black Mountain far to the north where the Gurtha Orcs roam.”
The blind man rose his right arm from the table and pointed a finger out across the farmlands that surrounded them. There was nothing on the horizon, just endless plains as far as the eye could see. Mor Sgiathatch was roughly a two month walk from here. Nomi redirected his pointing finger to the satchel beside his stool.
”I found that there. I wonder if Ornestoro can confirm my suspicions on what I think that image is of? This is why I revealed it to you. There was something telling me in the back of my mind that you had to this this scroll, at this place, on this day. Now I think Ornestoro is the man who can point me in the next direction.”
Alrighty, sounds fine with me.
Point me in the right direction when you're ready to go ^^
Point me in the right direction when you're ready to go ^^
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