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Gilfred blinked, the familiarity of the voice had caught him a bit off guard, still he persisted not wanting to lose the momentary advantage that he had achieved he gritted his teeth and shifted the sleeping Thema. "Gilfred Mason, Metal elementalist." He said with a clarity that surprised him given the situation. Still he set his jaw and turned his mind to the shards and Gawain, the first of which had begun to spin slightly as if anticipating having to cut through the air. He silently hoped for a better outcome than that, though silently he prepared for the worst.
Silently behind the figures, Gawain lifted his nose, breathing in familiar smells, he too began to be caught a bit off guard. This feeling betrayed the creature as it rose slightly, sending a few pebbles from it's perch, all of which sounded like an avalanche to the Enfeild, who began to inch backwards trying to mitigate whatever giveaway it had just committed.
Silently behind the figures, Gawain lifted his nose, breathing in familiar smells, he too began to be caught a bit off guard. This feeling betrayed the creature as it rose slightly, sending a few pebbles from it's perch, all of which sounded like an avalanche to the Enfeild, who began to inch backwards trying to mitigate whatever giveaway it had just committed.
post will be up tonight
meant to put it up last night but sleep interfered
meant to put it up last night but sleep interfered
done!
Gilfred kept his eyes closed as Thema, quite literally, worked her magic. The glow from the procedure itself felt warm to the Metal elementalist, but it felt like she had poured ice water in the wound. It was not painful, or even that uncomfortable, but a soothing feeling as the ache of the bruise was washed away. Truth be told he was beginning to drift off, the pile he was laying on becoming more and more comfortable the longer the procedure went on, in fact he barely felt the trickle of power that began on his shoulder. What he did feel however was a body slump against him, his eyes opening rapidly as the weight pressed down on him, a worried expression painting itself on his face. He looked down at Thema and then took a quick scan around, nothing he could see, nor anything Gawain could sense as he patrolled , indicated danger. Which meant that she wasn't hurt, but had collapsed from something else. Gilfred swallowed as he looked back down at the form of Thema, her breathing slow and rhythmic, reaching out he touched the side of her neck, letting out a sigh of relief as a strong pulse met his touch. He began to withdraw his hand when a thought struck him, she was beautiful and she had been so concerned about him. He smiled sheepishly as he began to move away so he could stand, lightly moving her as if he was afraid to wake her. After he had stood and donned his clothing, gauntlets and sword, he crouched next to the sleeping figure. Had it been anyone else, even his own brother, he probably would have slung them over his shoulder and continued on. But for some reason he simply couldn't do that here. Reaching out his slipped his arms under Thema's shoulders and knees, and slowly lifted her with him as he stood. Shifting her to a more comfortable position to be carried in Gilfred once more began to walk in the direction of the cave, his mind beginning to wander.
As he walked he thought about the day, what he and his fellow elementals had done and what they had in turn lost. So many gone, Will most likely among them. As he dwelled in this he was suprised to find that his breathing had become ragged, and the corners of his eyes had begun to feel damp. He stopped, and found himself slowly lowering Thema as he sank to his knees and cried. No waling or sobbing came from him, he simply closed his eyes and cried, his head hanging as he couldn't find the will to keep it upright. Yet, the more he cried the more he thought, he thought of what had come before, all the bad but all the good as well. As he opened his eyes once more, his vision blurry, he smiled. Not because he was happy, but because he had been happy, and there was no longer time for tears. Wiping his eyes with a rag, Gilfred picked Thema back up and started off again once more, this time smiling as if all was well in the world.
After what seemed like an hour of walking the metal elemental saw the opening of the cave in the distance. As he saw this his smile grew, and his pace quickened. But as he drew close a feeling from Gawain intruded into his head, the Enfield had spotted someone outside and was creeping closer in the failing light. Gilfred grit his teeth, he was in no position to fight, he couldn't reach Clarent let alone use it. He silently went through his mental catalog of options, discounting any that meant leaving Thema behind, as he didnt know if this figure was alone. The list soon narrowed to two, run or use Shatter, and he wasn't going to run for a second time in a day.
Sending a stream of what energy he had left in him to Shatter, he broke the gauntlet into its razor sharp fragments, each beginning a slow orbit around the Metal bender. Striding forward towards the cave, he took a deep breath and ordered the Enfield to hold off and wait in it's hidden perch. He didn't try to disguise his approach, his boots crunched on the various rocks and debris on the ground. When he saw the figure sitting in the now dim light he stopped, the fragments turning so their sharpest point was towards the figure. "And who are you?" was all he could manage to say.
As he walked he thought about the day, what he and his fellow elementals had done and what they had in turn lost. So many gone, Will most likely among them. As he dwelled in this he was suprised to find that his breathing had become ragged, and the corners of his eyes had begun to feel damp. He stopped, and found himself slowly lowering Thema as he sank to his knees and cried. No waling or sobbing came from him, he simply closed his eyes and cried, his head hanging as he couldn't find the will to keep it upright. Yet, the more he cried the more he thought, he thought of what had come before, all the bad but all the good as well. As he opened his eyes once more, his vision blurry, he smiled. Not because he was happy, but because he had been happy, and there was no longer time for tears. Wiping his eyes with a rag, Gilfred picked Thema back up and started off again once more, this time smiling as if all was well in the world.
After what seemed like an hour of walking the metal elemental saw the opening of the cave in the distance. As he saw this his smile grew, and his pace quickened. But as he drew close a feeling from Gawain intruded into his head, the Enfield had spotted someone outside and was creeping closer in the failing light. Gilfred grit his teeth, he was in no position to fight, he couldn't reach Clarent let alone use it. He silently went through his mental catalog of options, discounting any that meant leaving Thema behind, as he didnt know if this figure was alone. The list soon narrowed to two, run or use Shatter, and he wasn't going to run for a second time in a day.
Sending a stream of what energy he had left in him to Shatter, he broke the gauntlet into its razor sharp fragments, each beginning a slow orbit around the Metal bender. Striding forward towards the cave, he took a deep breath and ordered the Enfield to hold off and wait in it's hidden perch. He didn't try to disguise his approach, his boots crunched on the various rocks and debris on the ground. When he saw the figure sitting in the now dim light he stopped, the fragments turning so their sharpest point was towards the figure. "And who are you?" was all he could manage to say.
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post is coming today, and you can hold me to that
It was the last transmission sent by the Phoenix Mars Lander, after completing its mission to find water on mars, it translates to "Triumph"
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Garret followed in silence, the small irregular clicks of his amulets hitting against each-other beneath his roughspun tunic, the only sounds that came from him as he followed the short, fattening, ostentatiously merchant towards the large dwelling. The front doors stood open, a guard on ether side, each were taking names of the new arrivals and checking them off a list that each had in hand, and both looked exceptionally bored. As Garret and his master approached the door, the light airy sounds of music floated out the opening, only to be broken by the bored voice of one of the two door keepers. "Hold. Name?" he asked with an expression that betrayed the yawn that was about to erupt.
"Luris Quisali, thank you very much." Garret's master responded, matter of factly, using his stubby fingers to flatten his hair as the guard flipped his list a couple of times, his eyes scanning the scrawled names.
"Quisali.. Quisali.. ah here we are." The guard said after a short time "Seems I have you down here for yourself and a slave." He looked at Garret, who met his bored glance, with his own cold stare "Ok, go right in. Appears you got here just in time." He added with a sly grin. A disgusted look sat itself on Luris's face and he started in, Garret moved to follow when he was stopped by the two. "Hold on. Im sorry but we cant allow this one in here armed with those." the same guard spoke, motioning to the two war picks that hung from Garrets belt, and the two broad throwing daggers that were sheathed and tied on Garrets forearms.
Luris sighed and turned, putting on what Garret called his lying face. "I'm so terribly sorry about that, hes one of those northern Vow dogs you see. Carries the things with him everywhere. Are you sure you can't just let him though, I swear no trouble will come of it." He smiled his ugly smile, the same smile a frost snake gave you before it bit you, Garret thought quietly to himself.
But the guard shook his head. "Sorry sir orders are orders, and Lord Octave his ordered all weapons not possessed by house guards are to remain here." He emphasized the last part as he eyed the two semi-ornate picks, but gulped when he saw the glare that had formed of Garrets face. Luris only sighed and waved his hand and snapped his fingers at Garret, who always found this action infuriating, but he knew what it meant, and his contract meant he had to listen. Rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth. Garret removed the two knives and war picks delivering them to the waiting guard, who tied a bit of colored string around them and gave a piece of the same color to Luris, who tucked it into one of his velvet pockets. Finally being allowed inside, Garret allowed himself a small smile. The idiots hadn't checked him for any hidden weapons, he thought as he felt the press of the three hidden knife scabbards. But this moment of slight mirth, was of course soured when Luris decided to speak.
"I keep telling you, but apparently those winters as you grew up froze your brain. Or is it that you just like making me look the fool, hmm?" He spat out in a hushed tone, the disgusted look reappearing on his face. "You need to learn. I. Own. You. Your contract was given to me as payment, and that means that you are mine. Do you understand me?" But Garret had long since stopped listening, instead his attentions were turned towards the center of the room for there she stood. She was indeed captivating as the others had said, and the attention of the room seemed to gravitate and swirl around her. She must have just finished her dance as the musician seemed to be conversing with her and one other. "Splendid isn't she?" and all at once the captivating spell was broken, replaced by the same old revulsion. "The one they are all here to see, well her and Octave's hospitality. But mostly her." Garret gritted his teeth once more as his master laughed at his own musings, his forming jowls rippling with the action. But even then, he watched the three, at least until Luris made a move once more, forcing Garret to follow him.
The two weaved their way through the crowd, well Garret weaved, his master was more brunt in his advance a smile on his face. Following the mans movements Garret took a guess at where he was headed, the seated old couple seemed familiar, probably financiers of some venture of his master's or clients, it really didn't matter to Garret. As Luris reached the two he bowed, an odd sight to the mercenary who had crept up behind him. "Ah, friendly faces at last. My lord and lady it has been too long." he said his lying face already in place. Garet resisted the urge to roll his eyes behind the man, and proceeded to stop listening to the proceedings, only breaking his cold facade to give a slight smile to the small child with the two.
"Luris Quisali, thank you very much." Garret's master responded, matter of factly, using his stubby fingers to flatten his hair as the guard flipped his list a couple of times, his eyes scanning the scrawled names.
"Quisali.. Quisali.. ah here we are." The guard said after a short time "Seems I have you down here for yourself and a slave." He looked at Garret, who met his bored glance, with his own cold stare "Ok, go right in. Appears you got here just in time." He added with a sly grin. A disgusted look sat itself on Luris's face and he started in, Garret moved to follow when he was stopped by the two. "Hold on. Im sorry but we cant allow this one in here armed with those." the same guard spoke, motioning to the two war picks that hung from Garrets belt, and the two broad throwing daggers that were sheathed and tied on Garrets forearms.
Luris sighed and turned, putting on what Garret called his lying face. "I'm so terribly sorry about that, hes one of those northern Vow dogs you see. Carries the things with him everywhere. Are you sure you can't just let him though, I swear no trouble will come of it." He smiled his ugly smile, the same smile a frost snake gave you before it bit you, Garret thought quietly to himself.
But the guard shook his head. "Sorry sir orders are orders, and Lord Octave his ordered all weapons not possessed by house guards are to remain here." He emphasized the last part as he eyed the two semi-ornate picks, but gulped when he saw the glare that had formed of Garrets face. Luris only sighed and waved his hand and snapped his fingers at Garret, who always found this action infuriating, but he knew what it meant, and his contract meant he had to listen. Rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth. Garret removed the two knives and war picks delivering them to the waiting guard, who tied a bit of colored string around them and gave a piece of the same color to Luris, who tucked it into one of his velvet pockets. Finally being allowed inside, Garret allowed himself a small smile. The idiots hadn't checked him for any hidden weapons, he thought as he felt the press of the three hidden knife scabbards. But this moment of slight mirth, was of course soured when Luris decided to speak.
"I keep telling you, but apparently those winters as you grew up froze your brain. Or is it that you just like making me look the fool, hmm?" He spat out in a hushed tone, the disgusted look reappearing on his face. "You need to learn. I. Own. You. Your contract was given to me as payment, and that means that you are mine. Do you understand me?" But Garret had long since stopped listening, instead his attentions were turned towards the center of the room for there she stood. She was indeed captivating as the others had said, and the attention of the room seemed to gravitate and swirl around her. She must have just finished her dance as the musician seemed to be conversing with her and one other. "Splendid isn't she?" and all at once the captivating spell was broken, replaced by the same old revulsion. "The one they are all here to see, well her and Octave's hospitality. But mostly her." Garret gritted his teeth once more as his master laughed at his own musings, his forming jowls rippling with the action. But even then, he watched the three, at least until Luris made a move once more, forcing Garret to follow him.
The two weaved their way through the crowd, well Garret weaved, his master was more brunt in his advance a smile on his face. Following the mans movements Garret took a guess at where he was headed, the seated old couple seemed familiar, probably financiers of some venture of his master's or clients, it really didn't matter to Garret. As Luris reached the two he bowed, an odd sight to the mercenary who had crept up behind him. "Ah, friendly faces at last. My lord and lady it has been too long." he said his lying face already in place. Garet resisted the urge to roll his eyes behind the man, and proceeded to stop listening to the proceedings, only breaking his cold facade to give a slight smile to the small child with the two.
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