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| Topic Started: Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:22 pm (84 Views) | |
| Graham Sideas | Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:22 pm Post #1 |
 
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The cloudy day did little to alleviate Graham's discomfort for his situation. His skills in traveling, while not as golden as they used to be, have never guided him so far off track before. He never intended to be in the bloody mountains, of all places... His heart beat at what seemed to be two hundred beats per minute, pounding in his ears. For the first time, he actually regretted his blindness, stumbling through the mountains, knowing that one false step could mean that he'd tumble down and become a slight scar in the scenery. He sighed, "I forgot where I was going in the first place... Aiyee..." He rubbed the back of his head, sighing. For the first time in a long time he felt almost human, stepping along and not knowing if he'd fall, only his struggle was more real then metaphorical. Taking a seat, he sighed, catching his breath. The atmospheric change was riding down on his body. He sure didn't feel the touch of age, but the atmosphere was like a force of magic pressing down on him, the world slowing him the further up he would go. Laying against the stone, Graham "looked" to the sky, taking a moment for a breather... |
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| Aidan Archer | Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:36 pm Post #2 |
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Aidan was walking along an extremely thin mountain trail, barley wide enough for him to walk on. He had his sword strapped to his belt, his new buckler on his back. His little ermine friend was perched silently around his neck. Ben was narcoleptic, which made him not the best companion on a lonely trip, but he was better than nothing. When Ben finally woke up he spoke with Aidan through telepathy. Did you find the city yet? asked the animal. No, but...you know...I think we're lost Ben. he though with a slight disappointment. Well, I knew that... said Ben happily. Aidan smiled and kept walking. After another hour of walking the clouds above grew darker, threatening rain. He quickened his pace, and eventually saw a man, lying down on a rock. Aidan hurried over to him, gravel crunching quietly under his feet. He stood next to the man, "Uhm, hello." he said quietly. He was a shy man, but did not want this person to get swept away in a mudslide or hit by lightning. He sat down next to him on the rough earth and held out his hand, "I'm Aidan, it's a pleasure to meet you...?" he awaited an answer from the man on the rock. |
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| Graham Sideas | Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:56 pm Post #3 |
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His ears seemed to twitch for a second, though it wouldn't be apparent under his hood. Shifting his head, Graham perched them to listen to the approaching figure. He had been going along the trail for some time, he could tell. The sound of his feet reached his perch for some time by then. Graham gave his normal, polite smile, "Hello, please forgive me if you're holding out your hand, my eyes don't work like they used to..." He sat forward, letting out a sigh. It had been quite a while since he had to travel through mountains, and it still was one of his least favorite actions. Turning his head back to the man, he smiled again, "I am Graham Sideas, and it is a pleasure as well, it's not really often one finds someone traveling along the mountains." Graham could tell there was another presence, though it was far too small to be humanoid. His nose wrinkled under the cloak, not visible unless one could see into the darkness that covered his upper face. Meeting someone this high up was truly... truly curious. |
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| Aidan Archer | Thu Oct 29, 2009 10:25 pm Post #4 |
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Aidan smiled and put his hand in his lap, "Well Graham, I suggest we get to a cave. There is one on a ridge near here, only a few hundred meters." as he spoke there was an extremely loud clap of thunder. The sky was dark, and what was frightening; there was no wind and no sound. Moments before there had been a calm cool wind, filled with the scent of rain, sound of animals brushed lightly against the mountainside. Now, it was all silent. Aidan stirred, "I think it is best if we go right now." he stood quickly and stuffed Ben in his pocket. He pulled his large coat closer to his body, and shoved his skull cap down farther over his head. He began to walk, slowly. He knew this man could fend for himself, that much was obvious, but, he did not feel comfortable leaving him so far behind. He made his way up the low slope leading up the the cave. When he reached the mouth of the cave the rain came down in sheets. The cave was deep, but did not connect to the rest of the surrounding cave system. He walked to the far end of the cave, and found a small pile of crates. He broke them apart, grabbing the straw and separating that from the wood. He felt the side of the cave, it was flaky and glass like. He took the but of his sword, and slapped it against the wall. A few sparks issued from it, onto the pile of straw resting under it. They hay smoked, and soon flames licked the side of the wall. He added a few pieces from the pile of wood. He sat down and took a quick look at the scattered contents of the crates. He found a few blankets, salt pork, moldy bread and a human skull. He placed the skull in the corner, and took the blanket and salt pork. He threw the moldy bread, heavy as brick, in a pile surrounding the skull. It was soon buried. He leaned against the curved wall of the back of the cave and wrapped a blanket around him, listening to the hard rain outside. |
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| Graham Sideas | Thu Oct 29, 2009 10:35 pm Post #5 |
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Graham nodded, standing a bit slower then the other man. He could feel his hair on the back of his neck stand as the electricity gathered in the air... Such a great feeling. It was so akin to the feeling of magic passing through his body... He couldn't hold back the laughter as he followed the man up to the cave, how he loved the rain, and the natural power of nature. Yet... he knew that there were those that could turn that power into a weapon of mass devastation. He sighed, the thought making him more depressed then alleviated, sitting at the mouth of the cave. He set his back to the cave, keeping his head low. He put his hand on the ground just outside of the cave mouth, revealing his pale skin, and somewhat broken and untidy nails. He let the rain slam down on his hand, washing away anything from it. He smiled, the soothing sound of rain drops hitting the dirt washing over him, "Isn't it just a great sound?" |
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| Aidan Archer | Fri Oct 30, 2009 4:01 am Post #6 |
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"Yes, it is a wonderful sound." he smiled to himself, "When your finished out there, in here there is a warm fire, and a couple blankets with your name on it." he sighed and shifted his hands closer to the fire. He rested his back and head against the stone behind him. Ben stirred awake and scurried to the last remaining straw pile, barley big enough for him to sleep on. He threw a few more boards on the fire, and watched as cinder and smoke flew up to the cave top. This was an interesting man, he simply stood in the rain, listening to it. Aidan wondered what it would be like to be blind. He closed his eyes and listened. He heard the patter of rain on stone, crackling fire, rustling of fur on straw, cloth on flesh, blanket on leather. He felt the stone, glass like, smooth. He felt the warmth of the fire, he felt the texture of the shield lying next to him. He smelled rain and woodsmoke and wet earth and salt pork and sweat. He opened his eyes, and exhaled. |
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| Graham Sideas | Fri Oct 30, 2009 4:26 am Post #7 |
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Graham walked in, sitting near the fire. He laid himself against the wall, lowering his head. The stranger was nice, he would give him that... but what made him so nice? He had to wonder if it was something to do with his upbringing, or perhaps he was just a very optimistic or light-hearted fellow. Or perhaps... He was naive. Graham smiled, placing his head against the wall, "Thank you, for your hospitality... Or what one can muster out in the wilds of the world." He felt his smile diminish as the smell of rain mixed in with the smell of burning wood. He was reminded of the warm feeling of a tavern around him, leading to the stabbing memories of his time in isolation... leading further down the path of- He shook his head, shaking the memories away. His mind would stay the way it belonged, apathetic and shut off. Graham moved his face to point towards the man, "What is it that makes a man be so nice to a complete stranger, and I imagine I don't look like a hero or great priest of the realm." He couldn't help but wonder, what made the sympathetic mind tick? |
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| Aidan Archer | Fri Oct 30, 2009 5:38 pm Post #8 |
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Aidan's small smile fell. His eyes went far away for a a moment as he spoke, "I have seen so much in my short life. Pain, death, cruelty; some of which has been caused by my hand. I was a cruel person, stealing from those who had nothing, just to buy liquor or another fix. I went to prison, and saw death, and the dealers of that death. I was released, and was drafted into the armed forces of Imythess. I killed, and saw blood. I have done too much evil, far too much evil than one man should ever be allowed to commit under one man's name." he shivered. "I feel obligated to make up for what I have done, even if that means being kind to a complete stranger. I know it sounds mad, and I admit it is. But," he sighed, "I feel I need to do this. Surely you understand, a feeling that you must harness something. Control it and use it to your will. That is what I am doing with my anger and hate. I hold it in, and bottle it away, and use it during a fight. Although during a fight I revert back to my soldier like selft, and become angry. I do not like that feeling, and I wish to control that also. But, one thing at a time, one thing at a time." He was silent for a few moments. He pulled around the oilcloth bag full of salt pork. He grabbed a few pieces of the salty dried meat. "Are you hungry, we have a sack of salt pork, and rain water." he smiled again, his voice no longer filled with the sternness of moments before. It was lighthearted, calm. He ate the meat and sighed. It was good, but, it was not real food. He had not eaten real food in so long. He missed the banquet halls, the warm taverns, the quiet homes. He chewed slowly on the meat and looked at the man in front of him. |
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| Graham Sideas | Sat Oct 31, 2009 12:34 am Post #9 |
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Graham smiled a bit, though it was barely visible under his cloak. He felt a bit of a kinship with the boy, only he was a bit of the reverse spectrum. He brought his hands to his stomach, tapping his fingertips slightly against one another, a habit he had grown of late while he awaited something to begin, or end. He sighed, "I understand the desire to harness something, although I will admit my ambitions are a bit more wide spread. It is a well hearted dream, I will say." He looked over so his smile was evident, "And I wish you luck. I'm sure one day you'll be able to control both sides of yourself like a ring leader." The metaphor wasn't really appropriate, but it was good enough for now. He raised his hand to say no to the food, facing back to the outside. He opened his eyes and let himself feel the beat and patter of the rain against the cave walls. He began to wonder how many times that an animal or another man used this cave for a similar occasion, or even a darker situation. He brushed the thought away, dipping his head a bit. This mountain was perhaps his least favorite spot in the world at that single moment. |
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| Aidan Archer | Sun Nov 1, 2009 4:14 pm Post #10 |
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Aidan looked out at the rain, it was steadily getting worse. He smiled, and breathed in. The damp earth and sky gave off the most wonderful smells. He nestled himself against the cave wall again, feeling the blanket rub against the smooth stone. He felt the warmth of the fire, felt ash brush against his face lightly. "So, tell me a bit about yourself. What brings you to these...wonderfull mountains." he let venom drip into the last words. He did not like being here. He had had to march through these mountains more times than he liked, and all times he had lost friends and hope. He hoped now it would be different. |
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| Graham Sideas | Sun Nov 1, 2009 9:40 pm Post #11 |
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Graham's voice was just as distasteful as the boy's at the mention of the mountain, "I'm a bit lost. I was wandering, you see, looking for things to research, looking for stronger magics and understanding, and I happened to wander into these rather dangerous mountains." He left it at that, tapping his fingers against one another almost rhythmically, playing out a song in his head. An older tune, he knew, but one he had sang to himself since his childhood. He turned his head, not ceasing the tap of his fingers, "And What would bring you here, since you seem to love these mountains so much?" He let the sarcasm speak for itself. |
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| Aidan Archer | Mon Nov 2, 2009 12:53 am Post #12 |
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"Looking for a job I guess. Not much else, I wander alot." he shrugged. He closed his eyes again and repeated the process of moments before. This time he caught a new scent; fur. It smelled like an animal. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the blurry outline of a great brown...thing. Aidan swore and jumped up drawing his sword. He saw great slavering teeth, black claws like pig iron. The beast roared and stood on its hind legs, making the already large figure grow to a size bordering immense. Aidan picked up his new buckler and shouted at the bear as loudly as he could. "Graham...do you have any weapons?" he asked loudly. The storm had grown worse, and this bear seemed extremely angry. |
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| Graham Sideas | Mon Nov 2, 2009 1:03 am Post #13 |
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Before he even asked the question the wand was held in his sleeve, pointed at the beast. Rising to his feet, words of arcane power passed his lips, and air raised about him. The magic missile flew from the tip of the wand, slamming into the beast, at least halting it for a moment. Graham's smile was not diminished as it's anger obviously grew from the burning sting of the wound. He let out a sigh, "I fear I may have to cast again." His arrogance was properly given, a simple beast was not a challenge, he thought to himself. He knew, of course, if he had to he had an ace up his sleeve. Whether this boy could handle it or not, was entirely up to him. He'd leave that question to if it need be done, however. His smile waned as he spoke words once again, sending the rippling, crackling bolt of magic into the beast once again. |
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| Aidan Archer | Mon Nov 2, 2009 1:08 am Post #14 |
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As soon as the second bolt hit, Aidan was running at the beast. He slammed his shield into the beat's snout, and slashed it across the belly. He was then thrown back against the wall of the cave with a huge swipe of the animal's paw. This was not an ordinary bear, this one exuded an air of power. It was at least twice the size of any normal bear, and had small bony ridges along its spine and skull. Its hair was sharp and rough. Aidan stood again rising with the aid of the wall. The beast charged toward him, roaring like a demon. |
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| Graham Sideas | Mon Nov 2, 2009 1:26 am Post #15 |
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As the beast charged, another bolt slammed into it's face. His eyes were narrowed, concentrated on the beast, which seemed to take the form of a bear. He didn't really wish to get too serious but the creature really didn't seem to want to stop. He began to sigh deeply, running a hand through his hair. His narrowed eyes were locked into the beast, though they couldn't see, it was as if his senses were narrowed around it, concentrating wholly and completely on the beast. He couldn't help but wonder how well the boy was doing, not really paying attention to the noises coming from him. |
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