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| Topic Started: Sun Aug 1, 2010 11:14 pm (376 Views) | |
| Elkas | Sun Aug 1, 2010 11:14 pm Post #1 |
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Elkas walked through the town of Kellen like a soldier might. Yet he obviously held a different air than a soldier. For one, he was alone, two he didn't have any destination set in his head and had stopped a few times to think about his path. Another thing was that he wasn't that well armed. Even still, he held his helmet under his armpit as he stopped at the doors of a pub. He was thinking about going inside when he noticed something. When he entered the village, there was a decent amount of Guards wandering around on patrol and all. Yet now he hadn't seen any. He even saw two guards only a few minutes ago on the same road and now they were gone. What now filled the streets were people that looked like they were just there to be killed, as they wandered around aimlessly. Elkas scratched his head. He had heard that Kellen was attacked quiet often and had very any defenses for some odd reason. The attackers always finished with the town with barely any resistance as people watched and burned and the people just left, for the town to be rebuilt in about a week. That was odd, if it was attacked so often why did the Guards just disappear like that? |
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| Lancer | Sun Aug 1, 2010 11:56 pm Post #2 |
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Lancer needed a job. He needed one not only for the upkeep, but for the fact of something to pass the time which he seemingly always had of his hands. But as of yet, there hadn't really been any fitting of his specific talents, or any at all mind. He was a soldier; a mercenary; someone who was best at fighting and/or killing, though whilst still holding some form of moral principles towards it. Lancer could have been considered a hypocrite for the most part; he disliked the killing of innocents, but wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who was supposedly on the other side of the law, even if it turned out they were innocent afterwards. That's what made him what he was; someone fitted for the harsh grounds of war. Not afraid of death, and with so much confidence it was coming out the wazoo. Unfortunately, that job was scarce, and the man may have to rethink his pitch. He had come to Kellen before searching for a job, and had failed in that attempt. Maybe he should have learnt from his previous mistakes? But, Lancer was stubborn. He believed there would be something there; even if there wasn't, he had met that odd woman last time he had visited, and his 'trips out' weren't exactly the most normal experiences when it came down to them. So, maybe Lancer was just blessed with the fact that he always seemed to stumble upon a situation which could be considered out of the norm. Still, he didn't have a job... And nothing out of the ordinary had happened as of yet, which meant maybe his former theory was not going to happen on this outing. It was saddening to the man that he couldn't find any work; then again, he found it strange when people the scared of the rather large demonic weapon he brought out with him everywhere. The spearman, cloth-draped spear held behind his neck, with his two arms balancing it either side, had just been aimlessly meandering around the small village, stopping here and there at buildings which he thought may harbour some form of activities for him to do; he was even prepared to muck out stables if it got him doing something. Then again... People usually avoided him when he passed, eyeing the large, presumed weapon he held so casually, with wariness. Kellen had been attacked so many times, the site of a weapon probably caused the place to be raised to the highest alert it could. Though, oddly, Lancer hadn't spotted any guards about. Putting it to the back of his mind, Lancer continued his search for a while, before he finally laid eyes on someone who seemed interesting for the first time in his entire trip. Some form of Orc was also in this Village with him, with a helmet held under one arm, and the demeanour one might expect from a soldier; though Lancer was a soldier type, he usually held a very calm and uncaring air about him. Though, maybe he could just go and speak to this guy, and they could discuss their journeys together... Lancer sighed; this boredom was getting to his head. Him, converse? What was the world coming to? Blinking, and sighing once again, Lancer approached the figure, and made a small motion with his chin to denote a greeting. “Yo.” |
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| Elkas | Mon Aug 2, 2010 12:17 am Post #3 |
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Elkas was staring into the window of the pub to see if there were any seats open before he went in on his own. To his disappointment it was almost full besides for a table but he saw that someone was already walking to it. Even the bar was full. God things were busy today, or was everyone hiding inside of a building? He had this feeling that something bad was going to happen. Yet it might've just him worrying too much. He shook his head to clear the thoughts and turned to see if he could find another pub or inn somewhere. Before he could get too far someone said something to him. It was a greeting, not formal and something you wouldn't hear too often. Elkas looked to the man that had approached him. He had blue hair and was carrying what looked like a spear covered in clothed. What could this person want? "'Ello, can I help you with something?" Elkas asked curiously. Not that many people talked to him unless they wanted some kind of extra muscle with a fight or something of the sort. This person looked like he might ask something like that but he wasn't sure. Elkas lugged his arm a bit so his helmet got back under his arm a bit better and wasn't slipping out. This could be fairly interesting or boring. Not like the Half-Orc had anything better to do with his time except wander until he found a good place to stay for a while until he went off again. The only reason he fought was to protect the weak, for some odd reason. He didn't mind it too much, he didn't have any trouble with authorities that way and it let him experience battle quite often enough. |
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| Lancer | Mon Aug 2, 2010 12:49 am Post #4 |
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The man who Lancer had just greeted was apparently looking into the tavern they were beside, before Lancer drew his attention, for some reason unknown to the spearman. Taking a couple of moments to peek inside of himself, the man noted that this appeared to be where the majority of the citizens around were located. If he was going to be looking for a job, this place would probably be the best place to start, simply due to the abundance of people who lay within. Though, the thought of having to barge his way through the ranks was off putting, and ever since that time in Balefire with the kid and loss of his important weapon, he had never trusted going in one. Probably the reason as to why he had avoided it up to that point. But, he couldn't at that point in time anyway; he had engaged this Orc in conversation and it would be rude to blow him off. This man could be the one who hired him in the end; who knew? The spearman's attention was brought back to the Orc when he replied to his greeting. His reply was to be expected; a man appearing out of nowhere and randomly greeting you must have been odd, especially for someone such as this Orc. Lancer had noticed the high amount of prejudice in the world. He was slightly surprised that this creature hadn't been shunned, attacked or simply ignored by those around him. It was a common thing, and one of the things Lancer hated about the world. It was fickle to judge one by race, and it was something which made Lancer doubt others. Oddly, Lancer hadn't expected this Orc to be as polite as it was; not through racial traits, which people deemed the Orcs as brash and aggressive, but it was just usually people were like that to Lancer... Lancer let one of his eyebrows rise slightly before he responded, this guy wasn't giving anything away as of yet. But it was early days. “I'm just trying to initiate idly chit-chat, my olive coloured friend.” Lancer replied casually. “It's rare to see an Orc, or any variant of, in these parts, so I was merely pouncing upon my chance to engage you in comba- Conversation.” Instinctively, Lancer had almost said combat, but he believed the way he had casually brushed it off lead the Orc astray from such thoughts. Though a fight was good 'n' all, he didn't like to get into one without good reason. He would have preferred to do something more engaging mentally as well, rather than just going straight into a fight. As much as people didn't seem to think it, Lancer was quite capable in the mental department. He adjusted his pose slightly, moving the spear down off his shoulders as if it weighed nothing, whilst adding in a small spin of it, just out of habit. It was to do with showing off or anything, just that Lancer had the tendency to spin his spear as one would a baton, when inside and outside of combat; simply because he liked how it felt and looked. Just a personal preference of the man, and something which he wasn't going to stop doing any time soon. |
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| Elkas | Mon Aug 2, 2010 1:31 am Post #5 |
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Elkas gave an off grin. So all this person wanted was to start a conversation? Well that wasn't very normal, there must be something else in it. The man was an odd one, the Half-Orc could tell that right away. "If I'mma olive, what're you, a snowflake?" He responded carelessly before the man had dropped his spear off of his shoulder with a spin. "My father was a Human, so I tend to flow in and out of Human towns quite often, being raised by one that is. Anyways my name if Elkas Tarmikos. Yours, snowflake?" The Half Orc inquired with the vibe of humour running off of the tongue. Elkas picked up on a few other things the man said and pieced them together with his actions so far. It was obvious to most what he was but Elkas was trying to see if he could dig any deeper. "Seems like you're using to starting fights with people for whatever reason. How well do you use that spear of yours there?" Elkas asked with the obvious interest of the fighting arts. He reached his free hand up and grabbed the hilt of the sword strapped to his back. He unsheathed it and held it downwards with his hand, showing that it wasn't an act of violence to any onlookers. "This is my blade. It has been through quite a few battles with me. I've come out alive of them all so far so I can't say I'm that bad with it either." Elkas said with a sense of pride for the Warrior in him. Not only was he of two races that were powerful or known in war, his father had trained him before he went off on his own to see what he could do with the world. What battles he could fight, what good he could bring.s |
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| Lancer | Mon Aug 2, 2010 4:53 am Post #6 |
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The Orc's reply to Lancer's statement about his colour brought a small, rather condescending smirk to his face; the one which usually grew once he found something amusing. This Orc possessed as a sense of humour almost akin to Lancer's it appeared; but, at least he wasn't frightened by him as others were. That was getting annoying; people simply avoiding him for his stature and the way he decided to carry his spear out with him. Well, at least he didn't have to worry about the same thing with this Orc, and he might be able to have a decent conversation and/or some form of fight with this man, which what it all ended up going to. Even if before he had been slightly against it; they were quite similar, Lancer could grasp that even from the short time they had been in each others' presence, and that could mean either a good or bad thing. All would be played out. Pushing his cloth-covered spear onto the ground harder, Lancer leaned slightly onto it, putting his full faith in the inanimate object's ability to keep him upright. “Snowflake... I like that. Intricate and noted for their natural beauty.” He ducked his head slightly, and his smirk widened. “Same can't be said for an olive now, can it?” From what he gathered, this man would either laugh at this, or take it rather brashly and outright attack Lancer at that very moment. But he doubted the latter, believing that this man would simply take it as a joke. Well, whatever happened Lancer was prepared. If this man attacked, he had his spear, and well it wasn't difficult to be prepared to converse and/or have a drink with someone. At the notion of the Orc's name and past about being brought up with humans, and in fact being half-human himself, Lancer nodded in appreciation; it wasn't every day that he came face to face with a half-breed. Though, as to why this guy's dad would do... that, with a female Orc made him cringe slightly. He didn't have anything against Orcs or anything, but just... Dayuum. “Elkas, eh? I like it, simple to remember.” Nodding slightly, he proceeded with his own name. “I was born Sebastian Nicoragus,” his smile turned into one of sheer amusement, before he proceeded to look the Orc staright in the eyes. “But names are so mundane... People, usually just call me Lancer. As to why; well, I guess it could be attributed to this.” He motioned to his spear. “Not a Lance, I know. But it just sort of stuck.” Elkas' next piece of speaking was more like it. They were obviously two warriors, so it would inevitably lead to where they were fightwise. “Well, I don't really like to start fights.” The spearman shrugged. “I just have a habit of getting myself into them.” It was a fact; Lancer never really intentionally went out of his way to start fights, but if one was presented, he wouldn't back down. Not until the very end. But then when he was questioned about his spear, his pride came into the balance. Though he accepted he wasn't the best in the world, simply because by that mentality he could get better, he still firmly believed he was way up there among the best. Holding it tighter, he looked over it for a moment. “Well, I guess I'm not the worst when it comes down to fighting.” He grinned. When the Orc followed up and began to talk about his sword, Lancer could only help but smirk wider. This man's sword, was well a sword. It had been a while since Lancer himself had used a normal weapon; he had developed his fighting style around his large, Demonic spear, known as the Rose of Mortality. It's true name, Gáe Bolg, was only uttered to bring it back to its master's hand. Though, as of that moment, Lancer was pretty positive this Orc had no knowledge of what lay under the cloth covering his weapon. As a matter of fact, he wanted this Orc to see, simply to see his reaction. But he would wait until he asked. |
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| Elkas | Mon Aug 2, 2010 5:34 am Post #7 |
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The Half Orc laughed from the comment about snowflakes. This man had a point. He would have to come up with his own. "I suppose it can't be, but those fancy folk can't have a nice meal without some olives with their aged wine, can they now?" He said while still laughing. It didn't last much longer before his laughter died down. His comeback didn't seem that well but it was better than nothing. Ah well, what could a Half Orc do? It seemed talking with him would be enjoying and Elkas probably wouldn't mind waiting for a table in the pub to open up now. To be honest he might miss a few openings talking with this fellow but he probably wouldn't care. So Sebastian was his name, yet people called him Lancer. That was an odd nickname, he couldn't imagine being nicknamed after his weapon? What would they call him, Blade? That so didn't fit him, sounds like some guy that would go out and kill vampires or something. "I suppose I'll just call you Lancer then. Sounds simple enough and seeing that spear of yours will probably remind me if I ever forget." Elkas said, though not that he was terrible with names but it was just precautionary. Who knows what would happen that would cause him to forget. What Lancer said next only made Elkas nod at first. So Lancer didn't like to start fights he just got dragged into them? That happened now and again with Elkas. It would probably happen more if he considered defending some defenseless person out of his own will counted as being dragged in. He had done it countless times, that wasn't to say he didn't attack people as well. He usually worked together with other people in the area to take out people that were threatening said area. It almost seemed traditional to him. "Fighting is usually enjoyable in my opinion, whatever I'm dragged into it or not." Elkas said making a comment before continuing with what he was thinking about. "I suppose enjoying fighting isn't usually something the people trying to right the world would do. Yet I enjoy it and I fight to protect and live. How about you?" He added, he might've wondered where this conversation was going to go but something else came to mind first. "Also, what's your opinion on mages?" |
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| Lancer | Mon Aug 2, 2010 4:46 pm Post #8 |
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The spearman could only raise an eyebrow at the Orc's comeback to Lancer's proposed insult about olives. It wasn't the best comeback, but with anyone other than Lancer it may have worked. “So, you're merely a piece of fruit on a rich man's plate?” He smirked again; maybe this could be fun. “I'm not sure whether that could be taken as a good thing or a bad thing...” Of course, since the start Lancer had made this perfectly clear it was all in jest, but his sense of humour was usually the thing which lead him into those unwanted fights he had stated to the Orc moments prior. The habit of simply insulting people right after he met them didn't exactly make him the most social of people, in fact quite the opposite, but when he met someone who was similar to himself, it was easier to get along with. He could be himself; well, he'd be himself anyway... The only difference was whoever he was with wouldn't leave or attack him within the first five minutes. Lancer simply nodded as Elkas declared he was going to call him Lancer; he disliked being called by his birth name, though not through reason of disliking it, but just simply due to him being so used to referring to himself and being referred to as Lancer. In essence, he had discarded his true identity and taken up this one as Lancer, the vigilante/mercenary. Though he didn't see it in that fashion, it was something which he could ponder on. He smiled slightly as the man stated the spear would aid him in remembrance of it; though it wasn't a Lance in itself, it was almost the size of one. If Lancer truly lived up to his nickname, he'd have to ride around on a horse with a proper Lance and attempt to impale people with that. That most definitely wouldn't happen. That kind of combat had far too many flaws for Lancer to wish to take up. The Orc's next statement sort of rung true with the blue clad spearman as well; when he was drawn into battles, the adrenaline and confidence boost gained (upon victory) was something which was unrivalled and unmatched in Chaon's entirety. The Orc's following speech almost made Lancer laugh, but he soon composed himself; though Lancer may have worded it different, his goals were to right the world. Well, better put, to right the things which he could. “No one is able to 'right' this world,” Lancer stated fluently. “Without chaos and war, peace and love cannot exist... My personal view, is that if I can save as many innocent lives as I can, I'll die a happy man. Simple and naïve, granted, but it's always been my principle, and I'll continue to stick by it.” Lancer didn't usually get asked that sort of question, but he was always happy to answer it. Why would he care about what others thought? “Mages, eh?” Elkas' posed question on Mages caught the spearman slightly off guard at first, but after blinking once, it was easy to come back into reality. After all, it wasn't the most wacked out or difficult to answer of questions. Just something of sheer curiosity it appeared. “Hm... Well, I guess they're useful to have as an ally.” He said, shrugging. “But when you're fighting 'em, it's better to have stuck your spear in 'em as quick as you can. They can be quite the handful at times...” He shrugged again, this time more softly. |
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