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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 11, 2010 22:55:35 GMT -5
Woo, check it out, I’m posting something!
Aaanyways...
1) This is mostly for me and Pat to alleviate our boredom, but if anyone else wants to join I don’t think we’d complain. :3 2) This is NOT CANON, as in it’s not related to the plot, we’re just writing for the love of words and language and all that good stuff. 3) Peace, order, bladdidy blah. Have fun. c:
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Markus didn’t often travel alone, but in the wide plains, with Riyer visible in the distance, he felt he could make an exception. He had followed another merchant, a polite young fellow, up to this point, then bid them farewell when the path forked. It was lonesome, for sure, but surprisingly peaceful. The plains were silent but for the sound of nature.
He sighed, then continued on his way, wondering to himself what he would do in town. He hadn’t been to Riyer for at least a year; who knew if the same inns, the same stores, the same landmarks would be there to guide him? At the thought of an inn, his ankles began to ache; walking such distance had finally caught up to him. He couldn’t see a tree around, so he strolled off the path a few feet, leaving room for anyone to go by with a horse, and sat in the grass to rest.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 12, 2010 23:12:54 GMT -5
Cold wind blows into the skin
Can't believe in the state you're in
It's so far, so far away.
The ranger rode on his horse through the roads. The scenery didn't offer much of a sight, other than the mountains in the background. There were a few farms spread apart and Riyer was closing in. Upon reaching town, he hoped to fresh up before continuing his ever going journey.
In short distance, he can see a small person, a child. It was unfortuate to see a young child travel alone, especially since the road is filled with such dangers, like highwaymen and coyotes. He figured he could travel with him and give him some company.
He rode his horse up to the boy, who looked to be about 12, and asked him, "Do you need company? These roads are quite dangerous, especially for someone this young."
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 13, 2010 7:30:31 GMT -5
Markus jumped; he couldn’t remember hearing the hooves approaching. Warily, he turned up (way up, because horses were tall) to face the stranger. Definitely an intimidating guy, he decided. Tall, looked like a woodsman, well-armed, tall...Well, at least he seemed polite enough.
Mark opened his mouth to refuse, then hesitated. Hadn’t he just noticed how lonely traveling solo was? And how lost he would be on his own? Stranger or no, he could use a bit of company, and this close to the town...He could suffer a little more walking.
“Sure,” he said, pushing himself to his feet and dusting grass off his pants. “That would be nice. Thank you.”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 13, 2010 8:20:50 GMT -5
Travis was glad to hear that the kid wanted his company. It was a lonesome road to travel, and it was quite dangerous for a kid that age to travel by himself. Upon examining the kid, he had a striking resemblance towards someone, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Whatever it was, it didn't matter, but it did give the ranger a strange urge to hit him.
Travis figured the kid might of walked a good long distance. While the town wasn't too far, the ranger figured it would be the nice thing to do by allowing him to ride his horse. Afterall, what wrong could come of it.
He got off the horse and offered the kid, "Hey, do you want a ride? It beats a lot more than walking."
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 13, 2010 22:53:02 GMT -5
Surreptitiously, Mark shuffled a few more inches away from the stranger and horse. He had nothing against them, and he was more than glad for the man’s company, but there was something in the stranger’s gaze that upset him. It felt like an indirect malice.
He nearly jumped out of his boots when the stranger went so far as to hop off the horse and offer a ride. Immediately, he shook his head no, then corrected his manners: “Uhm, no, no thank you. I’m fine. Thank you.” Sure, he was tired, but not tired enough that he would ride a horse, something he had little practice in, and risk having it throw him off.
To prove that he really was fine (because he was positive he hadn’t sounded confident enough to do so), Mark went ahead and started walking along down the trail, deciding that the stranger and his horse could catch up easily enough. “So,” he said, watching the man over his shoulder, “you’re going to Riyer as well? What for?”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 13, 2010 23:16:02 GMT -5
He was an anxious kid for he didn't seem to be all that comfortable around the ranger. He even refused Travis's offer to ride his horse. It was sad that he didn't want to trust him; that's the problem when you're off on your own at such a young age. Still, the woodsman didn't want to leave the young child alone. He walked beside the kid with his horse in hand.
The kid asked him about his business. Travis wasn't sure if he should share too many details to him, since he was a minor. But, maybe by chance he have some info to give. "Well, if you ask, I'm looking for a woman. A wanted woman."
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 13, 2010 23:27:07 GMT -5
“Huh,” Mark said. “You don’t usually see many women on the posters. What did she do? What does she look like?” Oddly enough, Mark made a good attempt to stay familiar with the wanted-posters about towns; at the very least, he tried to memorize the faces of the murderers. They were the kind of guy you wanted to stay away from. This stranger was fortunately unfamiliar.
He paused, remembering that ‘unfamiliar’ meant he didn’t even know the stranger’s name. “Oh, sorry, I’m asking all these questions and haven’t even introduced myself.” Even while he chided himself for being impolite, he decided that only a first name would do. That was plenty to know someone by. “I’m Markus. And you?”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 13, 2010 23:42:38 GMT -5
"She attempted to assassinate the royal high advisor," replied the ranger, "She has dark skin, jade eyes, blonde hair; not exactly the face of a common killer." It was nice to see that the kid does check the wanted posters. It showed that he was a smart kid, though he would surprised that not all criminals had the face of trolls.
The kid then introduced himself as Markus. Again, something about name made his brain tangle. Some sort of conversation awhile ago...it didn't matter. The child introduced himself so it was expected of the woodsman to give him his name. "The name is Travis Huntman, pleasure to meet you Markus. So, why are you traveling Riyer?"
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 14, 2010 21:55:07 GMT -5
Well, definitely not your average criminal. Mark tried to recall if, through the past few days, he’d seen someone like that, but he knew he hadn’t. Someone that noticeable would’ve stuck in his mind. “Sounds serious,” he replied simply. “I hope you find her.”
Mark kept the guilt off his face only because of years of practice. Sir Huntman, of course, had given his full name. Trying not to let that get him down, Mark moved right on to the next inquiry: “Nothing so intriguing as your quest,” he answered, shaking his head. “Just a change of scenery. I enjoy traveling.”
((Agghhh so awful so just add bandits/highwaymen/bears/whatever if that would help.))
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 15, 2010 0:01:32 GMT -5
"So, you just like to travel?" replied the ranger, "Do you have any parents or elders?" It seemed a sad for a child, alone, to travel about. No parents or guardians, just him against the world. It reminded him about his childhood, how he was on his own against the world.
Travis continued to trek down the road. However, something in his gut told him that there was danger down the road. As they entered into a patch of trees, the woodsman could hear rustling in the scrubs. "Did you hear that?" he asked as he placed his hand on the handle of his sword.
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 15, 2010 22:57:44 GMT -5
“My parents?” Mark asked, almost to himself. Dead for a decade was close enough to nonexistent, at least in his case. “No, I haven’t seen them in a while. Don’t be concerned, I’m more responsible than I look.”
Responsibility, however, didn’t necessarily translate into experience with oddly-shaking shrubs. This, Mark felt, would be better off left as Travis’s issue. He stepped closer to the ranger and hoped the entire walk hadn't been set-up by Huntman. (If it was, it was pretty cruel to try and rob someone who looked like a mere child.) “Uhm...It could have been the wind,” he said, not believing it himself; he could hardly feel a breeze, let alone a shrub-ruffling gale. “Maybe we should walk faster?”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 16, 2010 22:08:51 GMT -5
He glared at the bushes. Clearly, some one was preping to ambush the duo. "Yeah, maybe we should walk a little faster," whispered the ranger, hand still on the handle. However, as soon they started to pick up their pace, six armed thieves jumped out at once at the travelers.
Travis swiftly drew his sword and stabbed the first foe that charged after him in the stomach. A second fiend attempted attack the woodsman in the rear, but he was able to rotate a block the attacker's attack. He shouted to Markus, "Run, I'll take care of these guys!"
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Dec 16, 2010 22:54:22 GMT -5
Analisia could hear the sounds of fighting. She walked a little quicker towards the ruckus, hoping that perhaps she could be of assistance, or at least find a good fight. Smirking softly, she came up to the scene. Finding what looked like a child and a man fighting against a few highwaymen. How dissappointing. Sighing and rolling her eyes, Analisia pulled out her twin daggers from their hiding places, then jumped headfirst into the scramble. Literally headfirst. She dived down beneath one of the theives and came up just behind him, her daggers snaking out to find his gut and throat. "Hello there, figured you could use another hand," she calls out to the older man, hopefully he was in charge of the child, or at least protecting him. "Hope you dont mind me cutting in." She says with a small laugh. Ducking beneath a hit from another of the highwaymen.
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 16, 2010 23:21:48 GMT -5
Robbers or no, Travis seemed a bit quick to murder the highwayman. Then, before Mark could even run for help, a woman leapt (truly leapt straight into the brawl) and gutted another one. Mark grimaced. He didn’t care how old he was, that kind of violence would always be disgusting.
Spattering blood aside, the help was much appreciated. “I don’t mind,” he assured her, jumping back to avoid the same fate as two other bandits. Clumsily, he retrieved his own blunt sword and caught another attack, nearly falling over when he pushed the man back. He considered reminding the other two, Travis and the stranger, that he wasn’t a prodigy in sword-wielding, but they were still outnumbered, and he didn’t suppose drawing obvious attention to himself would help. For now, he could stick with evading injury and let the two skilled sword-wielders handle the battle.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 17, 2010 0:30:41 GMT -5
Just then, a woman armed with two daggers jumped into the middle of the fight. She was a tall woman, about the same hieght as the ranger, and had long dark hair. She didn't seem to be a hostile, for she wanted assistant him and the boy. Travis, of course, gladly accepted the help.
"Not at all, ma'am," replied the ranger as he blocked a swing, "feel free to join in." Travis then grabbed the highwayman's sword arm, dislocated his arm, then elbowed his face before engaging in fighting another swordsman.
Despite telling Markus to run, the kid decided to stick around and fight. It was definatly brave of him, though it meant he going to keep a good eye on him. He would feel guilty if the kid got injured or killed during the brawl.
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