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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 28, 2010 17:29:52 GMT -5
"I doubt it. Malcolm didn't seem like the 'criminal' type. More or less, he was trying to avoid those two like the plague," replied Travis. "As far as Draven, not much to say. He seems like you're typical merc. He's related to...Marrus Hunter, a dangerous man. I'll just leave it at that. Though, I doubt the two are the best of brothers."
He wasn't sure what else the traveler needed to know. If Travis was him, he would go back to whatever land he came from. This world was too dangerous for him, and he didn't seem like the tough adventurer. Yet, the ranger doubt his words would convince him otherwise. He seemed like the stubborn type, someone who wouldn't give up, kinda like himself.
He then brought his attention to the musican. While singing another wonderful song, she revealed that her parents were gone when she was a child. He couldn't help but relate to the poor girl. His mother died right after giving birth to him and his father was killed in a barn fire when he was eight years old. Despite living his years alone, Travis was able to remember his father's tricks when it came to hunting and surviving. When the woman finished her song, the ranger replied, "Your father would be proud."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 28, 2010 19:28:29 GMT -5
Four years ago? Then she had been alone for longer than him, and at least he had people looking out for him and taking the time to mentor him. She definitely needed the gold more than him. He opened his mouth, but then the girl asked him to listen to another song, so it immediately closed. It started off slow, with the faint sound of hope in the melody, but it slowly ran its course and Lorin wasn't sure if he was feeling anything. The girl smiled at him, but he wasn't able to muster one in return.
Suddenly after the first chorus, everything in his vision got rippled and blurry. Oh no... He turned to the side, head downcast, holding his hand up to his eyes to let it collect the tears occasionally dripping from his eyes. Wasn't this exactly what he shouldn't be doing? But smiling wouldn't fix problems. Smiling wouldn't heal their fathers, bring back their mothers, ease their responsibilities, catch their nightmares, or absolve their failures. He felt absolutely lame... but he was just glad that he was completely silent.
He allowed himself one drag of a sniffle (any more would just be a slash to his dignity) and he made sure his eyes were stable before he looked to Travis, flicking small, salty droplets from his hand. "Ah..." his voice broke and he cleared his throat to open it up again. "I see... They're both staying in Cados?" He wasn't sure what else to ask, so Travis could just have a simple question this time.
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Nov 30, 2010 13:11:17 GMT -5
Fabala blushed slightly at Travis' comment and shrugged. "I feel like he's watching me every day...keeping me safe. It's a comforting feeling."
When Lorin let out a small sniffle and did not reply, Fabala frowned, scolding herself for trying to help. It looked as if she had only made things worse, if anything...Damn, what did I do?
"I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset or anything..." She said after a bit of silence, her voice meek. "I wrote that song for my father, about two months before his death...he always smiled when I played it for him...I....I didn't mean to make you feel worse..." She only hoped she had not bothered him too much.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 30, 2010 19:31:30 GMT -5
Travis nodded and gave a resuring smile, "I understand." It was nice to see that despite the tragic end of her father, that she was still standing strong. To the ranger, the ultimate legendacy that a parent could give to their child: the ability to be precident.
He then turned to the traveler. He wondered about the whereabouts of the two people. He wasn't sure about the woman, but he knew Draven was going after his brother. "All I could say is that Draven might be out of town, looking for Marrus. Sadly, I don't know if the woman left."
Travis started to ponder if he should go after Marrus. He has caused much problems for him and killing him would be such a delight, yet whenever he got close to him, he was able to escape from his grasp. He wasn't sure whatelse to do. He is well beyond his limit of casual chatter and he needed to get back to the Dragon Keep. However, maybe he could obtain some information of the criminal world in Cados. Maybe cleaning the streets here would gain him some profit to pay off his debt.
"Just wondering, have you heard of any dangerous men lerking around?" he asked openly.
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 1, 2010 6:16:59 GMT -5
Lorin shook his head, taking a breath and finally recovering his usual mood, which wasn't even that happy to begin with. "I'm alright... I'm fine. I appreciate the song, I really do. I just wish that I was as strong as you," he said to Fabala, and he could only be grateful that his voice didn’t crack again. For her to play him the song that she wrote for her father, that had to be high honor.
Dangerous men? Lorin looked back to the roguish man. "I've... heard of one, but he's not on the streets," he said. Should he be telling the ranger that, though? Well, he didn't think that the man would break into the castle if he actually asked after that sort of information. Lorin paused, looking from Fabala to Travis. "Oh, we haven't even introduced ourselves yet. I'm Tier Findlyn. Who are you two?"
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 1, 2010 11:50:45 GMT -5
Fabala shook her head. "I wasn't strong in the beginning. When things started to look worse, I couldn't stop crying. I never let my father see my tears, though. I just kept on smiling...just like the song says." Her heart yearned for her father to hold her in his arms again, just one more time, but she knew it was impossible. Her father was dead, and gone forever...though, this boy who called himself 'Tier' still had hope. "And for about a year afterwards, I cried all the time. It's natural. Don't feel weak, because you aren't. You're just like me, only I've had time to accept what's happened to me. Wounds, emotional as well as physical, heal with time."
She was a little interested in this 'Draven', but decided not to but in. She just met the two of them, anyways, and being snoopy wasn't exactly the most polite thing to do.
"I'm Fabala...Fabala Moonlance. But people call me Moony." She got to her feet, slung the mandolin onto her back once more, and extended a hand to each of the men, her right going to Lorin and her left to Travis. Her arms created a small 'X'. "Wonderful to meet both of you."
At Travis' question, she shook her head again. "Just the normals...I've been hanging around Cados for a few weeks now, and haven't seen anything out of the ordinary...I'm going over to Issilt in a couple days, though."
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 1, 2010 23:08:17 GMT -5
"The name is Travis Huntman," introduced the ranger, "Nice to formally meet you both." He grabbed Moony's hand and shook it firmly. The woodsman didn't mind meeting new people, in fact, it was kind of nice having some connection with humanity.
Travis was, however, disappointed in the information that he recieved. Moony's data was too generitic, though, at least there some sort of activity going on. Maybe he could pick up a few low-key criminials for a few gallons. As for Teir's info, it too was vague, but it seemed he knew a bit more, like he was restricting what he said. The bounty hunter was interested in this fiend and wanted more info.
"So, who is this person you talk about, Teir?"
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 2, 2010 6:18:01 GMT -5
It was a good thing that Lorin got Fabala’s right hand, or else he’d be terribly confused at first. His grip was satisfactory, but lacked power and confidence. "Nice to meet you, Travis, and… Moony? Why do people call you that?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. Maybe it was a poetic thing. He listened to the minstrel girl’s wisdom and found himself nodding slowly. "I suppose so…" But that certainly wasn’t a face to share with the people that he was supposed to be leading. Lorin Ciro Garnidell, mourning and wallowing in his self-pity in the streets of the capital. Ugh… what was he doing?
"Oh.. you’re leaving Cados?" he said to Fabala, sounding somewhat disappointed. She’d leave, and he’d be stuck in the castle, with Brenthor and everyone else.
Speaking of which… He turned to Travis. "He’s… well…. He’s in the castle. The high advisor. I haven’t heard much of it, but I did catch that he may be plotting against the royal family," Lorin answered, if just because it would be odd to hoard the information to himself if he really was just a traveler picking up on stray rumors.
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 2, 2010 13:07:07 GMT -5
( Darnit. I meant to say 'Moonlance' for the last name, sorry! Another character I have on another forum has that last name, and it's a force of habit to type it...sorry! Fixed it in my post. )
"They call me Moony because of my last name," Fabala replied, "and because of my love of the nighttime sky." At Lorin's next question, she nodded slowly. "Yes, I am leaving Cados for a few weeks, but I will be back soon." She could sense the sadness in his voice, and a bit of her smile had disappeared in slight pity. "I stay in Cados most of the time because it's where I used to live with my Father. I should be back in...two weeks?"
At the words 'High Advisor', she could not keep herself out of the conversation any longer. "High Advisor Lysand? Plotting against the royal family?" While she did not know much about Tobias Lysand, the mere idea of a rebellion worried her.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 3, 2010 18:04:37 GMT -5
Conspiracy against the royal family? Now that is a hefty allegation. Why hasn't he heard of such news? Either he's creating a massive rumor or he is somehow connected, which would make sense if he was trying to pick up a different identity.
Whether it was true or not, this was something worth to look at. Travis wasn't much of a political man, but this was shocking news. Well maybe not that shocking because politics seemed to roll this way. However, the genocide of a royal family does mean a whole new regime change for the kingdom. Still, question on how he was going investigate this was a mystery. He wasn't a nobleman, so there was no way of him to barge into the castle. He could sneak in, but that too would lead the wrong message, for if he was caught, he would be pinned as the assassin. He'll think of something.
He figured he might ask where the kid got the information. Maybe the person who told him was somebody on the inside, and if that's case, he could try and get in contact with that person."So, just wondering, how did you get that information? That is a major and unusual charge to make."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 4, 2010 16:53:54 GMT -5
Two weeks? Lorin nodded slowly, but it looked like his answer to Travis’ question took off. Oh no, he probably should have stayed off the rumor mill… Now they were worried and might start sticking their heads around and, God forbid they take it too far and Lysand might be assassinated successfully this time.
"I heard it from one of the castle servants that had gone out," he answered. "Maybe they just make things up when they’re bored. I do agree that it’s a heavy accusation…" Not to mention that it started from Brenthor… and Lorin wasn’t entirely sure what to believe anymore. He needed to steer the conversation elsewhere, but how to do that was lost on him. Why did he have to go and answer Travis’ question??
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 5, 2010 19:43:57 GMT -5
Fabala wasn't sure how she felt with being pushed out of the conversation, but decided to just go along with it; she had kind of gotten a lot of attention in the past few minutes, anyway. She was content with just listening...they'd pull her back in at some point.
She did feel a bit bad about leaving, though. While she had just met Tier, she felt she knew him all too well. She could completely emphasize with him...it seemed wrong to leave him without anyone. That look in his eyes...it was almost depressing. "If you want me to stay, though, I will..." She offered. "I was only going to Issilt because I like a change of scenery every once in a while, but I'm fine with staying in Cados."
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 5, 2010 21:10:56 GMT -5
According Teir, the whole thing does sound like a huge rumor that a bunch of disgruntal castle servents would make up to discredit their leader. However, if he knew anything about rumors, there was always some hint of truth. Even if the charge was extreme, there were somethings you could get out of from a rumor. Maybe he'll head to the castle tomorrow and get a better answer.
Aside from political scandal, he sort of forgotten about Moony, which he does regret leaving her behind. It seems she has decided to stay in Cados for a little while longer. No doubt, it seems she has grown attracted to Teir, which he finds somewhat cute. "I guess we're all staying Cados then," smiled the ranger, "Kinda gives you guys to know each other more."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 6, 2010 15:45:14 GMT -5
To the males’ credit, the last thing Fabala said did not let itself to much conversation, especially when Travis had been digging Lorin for all he was worth when it came to the rumor, that he would now be the starting point of. Hopefully the man wouldn’t do too much research on that…. And also on that note, hopefully he wouldn’t go looking around the castle, only to run into Lorin while his guise was all but gone.
"I… I would like that, if you could," he said to Fabala, managing a small smile. He looked at Travis. "We could all meet again, at the Dragon’s Keep Tavern." Oh, it sounded like a fine plan, aside from forgetting that he wouldn’t know when he could sneak out again, and that the men of the Dragon’s Keep seemed a little too friendly when it came to women. Well, he had his rapier, and Travis looked suitably armed. She would be alright, he convinced himself.
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 6, 2010 18:23:08 GMT -5
"Then I will." Fabala stated firmly, nodding her head as if to assure herself that was what she planned on doing. "And that sounds like a fine idea. You two will need someone sober there when you get a bit tipsy." She chuckled softly, smiling at the both of them. "It's nice to meet some kind people on these streets..." Her eyes met Lorin's. "I'm sure we'll become great friends." It was wonderful to meet someone of her own age, especially someone she could relate to this much. Tier seemed like the kind of person she could easily be kind to...
( No inspiration, sorry! D: )
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