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Post by mruth on Apr 7, 2009 7:29:01 GMT -5
The results of today's banditry lay spread out before them on faded blue tablecloth. All excitement of the day's previous adventures had faded as well, as Torren glanced aside at an equally small pile comprised of all the valuables they had taken in the past five weeks.
"How much do you think these are worth?" he said, picking up the two brass candlesticks they had found stashed under the straw in the cart. He looked aside at his dragon and was unsurprised to see that it had drowsed off. Torren smashed the candlesticks on Tooth's head and was rewarded with a loud squeal.
"Worth little enough that I can afford to abuse them," Torren muttered, although he was glad they had not broken. He tossed them into the to-sell pile, and then looked down at the set of books they had gathered. He ran his thumb over the peeling letters on the cover, wishing he could read them.
"What about these?" In response, Tooth began nudging his thigh, making piteous mewing sounds. "Go get your own food," Torren growled, but it had been a mistake to use the word 'food'. Now Tooth was pulling frantically at his clothing, almost ripping it off his leg.
Torren whipped out his knife and slashed the air in front of his dragon's eyes. "Get. Off. Me." Tooth had frozen at the first sign of the blade, and finally he seemed to understand, scrambling backwards in his haste to avoid the bite of metal. Torren scowled at the retreating dragon and began to peruse the book again. He had taken it so he could treasure the tears running down the father's face -- but the display of such an attachment meant nothing when it came to discerning the market value. For all he knew, these books could be the diaries of some great-aunt, meticulously depicting every detail of a peasant's drudgery life.
A dreadful howl broke out on the other side of the clearing. Tooth was sitting on his haunches with his eyes closed, and wings spread to their fullest. Singing.
"Shut up!" Torren threw the knife in his dragon's direction and was surprised that he didn't miss. The dull point of the knife ruptured one of the dragon's wings and embedded itself to the tree trunk behind it, pinning Tooth in place.
The melody in the dragon's song changed, but this time Torren didn't mind.
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OoC: This intro could be seen as a sequel to my roleplay sample, I suppose.
And I'm really only placing this in the Twin Mountains because I selfishly wanted my own sub-board, and the last post here was more than a year ago. If this thread doesn't belong here, then from what I can read of the descriptions, it belongs in Other. So if that is the case, feel free to move it.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Apr 7, 2009 15:58:16 GMT -5
(Well, if they're on the mountains themselves, or in the valley between them [but not in Valley Town], then this board is in the right place. Hehe. I find it an interesting choice to start off a thief-ish character, as the area isn't all that far off from A.R.U.M.S. [Avalas' premiere school of swordsmanship and magic and the kingdom's main producer of elite knights and magi]...)
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Post by mruth on Apr 7, 2009 16:09:46 GMT -5
OoC:
Well, I shall hope Torren doesn't stumble across any students, then. Normally I would want to move him, but today I'm feeling especially vicious, so I guess Torren isn't smart enough to realize that he isn't doing crime in the most ideal of places.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 10, 2009 8:09:11 GMT -5
Ayla had been collecting herbs when she had heard the squeal, pausing to look up in the direction that the noise had come from, plant half pulled from the ground. She had never heard a sound like that before, and new sounds in the forest generally ment bad news. She swiftly tgged the plant up frm the ground, batting the dirt away from the roots before tucking it away in the basket that hung over her arm, straightening up to look around again. The noise had come from safe distance away, so she didn't need to rush just yet, and she was pretty certain that ithad been made by an animal; but a stranger in the forest could bring an animal with tem, couldn't they?
She needed to investigate, just to make sure that whoever was in the forest wasn't there to hunt her. First she needed to hide her basket though, she couldn't just leave it lying around for anyone to steal. Some of the herbs in there were valuable, not that money meant anything to her, but she was running low on those herbs and she didn't want to have to walk to the other side of the forest in search of more. Ayla knew just where to hide the basket though. She scrambled up the nearest tree, carefully placing her basket on one of the thicker branches half way up, hidden from view from below. There, safe and sound. Now she just needed to find the intruder.
She swiftly made her way back to the ground, and by the time she got there another sound was making its way through the air. It was like...singing. Not like a birds song, not like anything she had heard in her life, but she was sure that it was singing. Since when did hunters bring creatures that sang? She scowled as she started walking, her footfalls surprisingly quiet even through the undergrowth.
Soon enough a voice joined the sound of the singing, a surprisingly angry voice. She shuddered as the sound changed to a pained on, a cold shiver running down her spine. That was a sound she hoped that she'd never have to hear again.
She stopped as she caught sight of a figure up ahead, moving to hide behind a tree. So there was someone here, but she doubted that he was the one that had made the noise. She needed to get a closer look.
Luckily, the trees here were pretty close together. Ayla scrambled up the tree that she was hiding behind and crept through the branches into the next tree, repeating this until she was directly above the man, holding her breath so that he didn't hear her. By the looks of things, he was a thief. Maybe she should scare him off and take his treasures for her own? |
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Post by mruth on Apr 12, 2009 11:58:45 GMT -5
When Tooth realized Master was not going to come to the tree and remove the knife, he decided he needed to make matters into his own claws.
At first he tried to tug his wings away from the tree, but he quickly realized that trying to move his wings only caused more pain. Even if he succeeded in wrenching away from the metal, he would emerge from the incident with a gaping rip in his wing.
He stopped screaming and tried to bend his neck around so he could pull out knife with his teeth. The movement was awkward, and his mouth would get very close, but then something would cause his concentration to slip. Finally his teeth had a steady grip on the handle of the knife. He eased the blade out slowly and let it drop to the grass. He was surprised to find that the pain did not go away.
Tooth looked across the clearing at Master, who was still busy perusing the treasures that they had retrieved today. Master probably didn't want to be interrupted, even to have the knife returned to him. Tooth didn't mind too much. He was smart. He understood what it meant to be quiet. Tooth wouldn't sing, wouldn't return the knife, or tell Master about the new playmate he had just seen in the trees. He would find some way to amuse himself, as his wing still hurt him, and he didn't know how to inform the girl in the tree that he wanted to play without making any noise. Mewing, Tooth limped around in a circle, although his legs had not been hurt. He grew bored of this game very quickly, even though he changed directions several times.
He noticed out of the corner of his eyes that Master had stopped examining the objects and was stuffing all of them into a sack. "Tooth, get over here!" Understanding the words as a summons, Tooth picked up the knife and trotted over. He thought he might get some praise for figuring out how to remove the blade with his teeth (and he would've been very modest in response), but Master must not have been looking, for he snatched the knife back and tied the sack to Tooth's neck with little preamble. Then, wordlessly, he set off into the trees, expecting his dragon to follow.
Tooth stumbled forward a few steps, dragging the sack behind him. He had forgotten that it was this heavy. He glanced up one final time at the girl, hoping she would understand that they couldn't play together today. Then he trundled forward, hastening to catch up.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 17, 2009 18:35:13 GMT -5
The dragon was something that she hadn't been expecting. Thieves often wandered into the forest, and that was obviously what the man was, but dragons? The thieves she saw never had those with them. The look in her eyes must have been close to amazement as she crouched on her branch and watched as the creature wriggled the dagger free from the tree trunk. So it was intelligent too? How interesting. It was a shame that it's wing was torn and she wouldn't be able to see it fly. She thought briefly about coaxing the creature away from it's master to attempt to heal it, but decided against that. She imagined that the man would be rather annoyed if she tried to lure his dragon away.
She pouted to herself about this, actually giving the creature a small smile as it looked up at her. She should poison the man and steal thedragon for herself. Just think of all the rare potion ingredients you could get from a dragon! She could make herself a small fortune and maybe even move away from the forest; but that was just another dream waiting to be shattered, wasn't it?
She scowled in dismay as the man suddenly started to pack his things away. She was interested in the pair of them now, and her curiosity hadn't been bated by this brief snooping. Following them could cure that though, couldn't it?
Ayla batted her hair back from her face in an annoyed manner, tucking it behind her ear before moving to make her way through the branches of the trees to follow them, staying just a little behind them so as not to losen any leaves that cold drop down and alert the man to her presence.
She wasn't, however, planning on the branch that she scrambled onto to be as weak as it was, and she barely had time to register the loud 'crack' that broke the quite in the forest before she was falling, calling out in alarm. Hitting the floor hurt, but the grassy ground meant that she didn't do too much damage, and thakfully the branch didn't fall on her. Her cover was blown though, and she was left looking up at the sky in a dazed manner, trying to piece together what had happened as well s trying to regain her breath and stop her head spinning. |
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