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Post by InkBlot on Aug 11, 2009 13:14:00 GMT -5
OOC: This is just like Gyre's "warrior of the plains" thread, Just hopefully with more fighting and less of me killing the thread with idle talk.
BIC: A low, dense fog crept over the grassy ground, the early morning sunrise illuminated the fog and set the whole campsite aglow. It had been three years since the annual Warrior of the Plains competition had been reinitiated, and it never lost its appeal to the fighters around the lands.
Tiberius Longfletch approached the registration tent and approached the fat vole at the desk. Withoutloking up, the vole assked for a name. "Tiberius Graf Longfletch." "First and last is sufficient. Is this your first time here?" "Yes." "Well, there's a fifty talent entry fee or something of equivelent value, rookie." Graf bristled at the Vole's words, but placed five gold bars onto the table. Onve again without looking, the vole swept the gold into a bag and handed it to an assistant, before waving him off. Graf left the tent and made his way to the ring to watch.
First in the ring was a pine marten and a mole. After the mole pulled off a series of clever tricks, the pine marten was a pile of blood and shattered bone on the ground. Impressed and surprised by the mole, Graf walmost missed the next fight thinking about tactics. After many more fights, Graf headed for the cantina for a drink. "I don't like hurting lasses," A voice drifted out of the many to touch Graf's ears. Don't like hurting lasses? Graf hated chauvanist pig statements. He spun around and slowly made his way to the wolf that had uttered the statement. "Don't like hurting lasses? What about me?" Saroyyo raised his head. "If you care to. First thing tommorrow morning?"
Graf gave a curt nod, spun away from the little gathering, and made his way for his tent.
Saroyyo yawned and shrugged. "Touchy fellow."
OOC: Actually, it's more of a continuation.
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 12, 2009 20:17:41 GMT -5
(I'll join in.. ) Nice fighting out there . Of course, I'm far too old to compete in these challenges" Said an ancient squirell who was seated at the far end of the tent, as he loked at Graf. " Please Forgive my intrusion, young fellow, but I needed to Stop and rest. What is your name?" He said, his bright brown eyes showing an energy that belied his ancient appearance..
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 13, 2009 9:53:48 GMT -5
OOC: Before i post, who is he talking to? (KK)
BIC: As soon as he had hear the voice, Graf's paw twitched, and he was holding one of his swords, in a defensive stance. Assessing the newcomer, he stood down, but kept the sword out, well aware of the gleam in the elder's eyes.
"Tiberius," Graf narrowed his eyes, then added, "Longfletch. What are you doing in my tent? There are hundreds other than my own."
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 13, 2009 11:11:07 GMT -5
'Lord stripetail at your service, replied the squirrell, in his right paw , he held a large staff with a rose-colored crystal set into it.. "Why did I chose yours, well it was partly due to exhaustion. Yours was soimply the nearrest. The fates work in funny ways..' He smiled slighly. "Put away your sword, I do not intend to harm you.. your training has taught you to be wary, which is wise as it keeps you prepared for anything..
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 13, 2009 11:28:45 GMT -5
Graf sheathed his sword, but kept his hand on the pommel: habit. "Lord Stripetail. I can't say I've heard of you. Pardon me for asking, but 'Lord' of what?"
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 13, 2009 11:55:36 GMT -5
Aestorica, which is a land far across the sea" Stripetail replied. "I'm a seer, or at least thats what they call me over here.
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 13, 2009 18:12:11 GMT -5
"Aestorica," Graf repeated. He'd never heard of it, but as the old squirrel said, it was across the sea, where few had been. "you're a Seer, as in a fortune teller?"
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 13, 2009 23:10:51 GMT -5
In a sense. I can tell much about a creature, what fate has in store for them. Some creatures are easier to read than others..' Stripetail replied. "I've been doing this for a very lonmg time, yet ebvery season I learn something new. Life continually teaches us..learning does not stop when you reach maturity.."
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 14, 2009 9:13:03 GMT -5
"So... How do you go about reading people? Palms? Mythical creature bones? Crystal ball?"
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 14, 2009 11:06:02 GMT -5
No' Stripetail smiled.. " i don't do any of that rubbish, save for using a crystal ball, and i use it for other things than reading people. No, I read minds, young Tiberius...before you ask, no,It's not simply "what am I thinking now?", no, it is more complex than that, far more complex. Each person is different, as I said before.
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 14, 2009 12:50:23 GMT -5
"Alright. Amaze me," Graf took his hand off of his sword and stood in a relaxed position.
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 14, 2009 14:10:58 GMT -5
Well, judging from your bearing, you came from nobility, or at least the leading family of your tribe. You're not the heir, which means your parents aren't the leaders of the tribes, your uncle and aunt, perhaps, are. you were raised as the unofficial "next In line", but you no longer are..as for your age, i'd say 25 or 26 seasons. Your hands indicate that you know the arts of healing, and your quickness with the sword you wear, indicate long hours of practice, and quite considerable skill. Your temperment lends its itself to diplomacy.." Stripetailsaid looking at the young squirell. " As for the competition, despite your compartive inexperience, you'll do quite well. But youll still have some ways to do, if you want to win it all.."
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 14, 2009 15:10:38 GMT -5
OOC: "Wow, You're really good. Or you just read my character bio." lol jk
BIC: Graf was mildly surprised. "That's nice and all, but anyone can learn the past. What can you tell me of my future?"
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 14, 2009 15:39:45 GMT -5
" In Aestorica revealing the future was frowned on, because knowing too much can be a burden.. Well, what I can tell, you is that you will become the leader of your tribe within the next ten seasons, and you will be a great warrior, although the price you will pay to attain it, will be quite high.."
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Post by Cerridwen on Aug 14, 2009 15:41:32 GMT -5
OOC: Care ifI join? We'll see how well I can keep up.
BIC:
Slowly a lithe figure in a mottled gray cloak made its way through the encampment of the tournament. It was clearly evident by the manner in which the figure moved that it was blind but instead of a cane or staff the figure carried a black and red tassled spear. Tap. Tap. The figure moved the end of the spear shaft back and forth across the ground. Surprisingly the cloaked figure was heading straight for registration tent.
Tap. Tap. Thunk. The end of the spear shaft finally collided with the desk in the registration tent. For the first time all day the fat vole behind the desk actually looked up. "And what are you doing here? The spectator's area is over that way." the vole said crossly. "You are the one mistaken, sir. I have traveled many a mile to enter your tournement to test my skill." answered the figure calmly pulling a rough sack out of the folds of it's cloak. "Very well. Name." sighed the vole as he took the sack, hefting it to make sure it was the proper amount. "Gitana Windfury." replied the figure then it turned to leave...
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