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|Content=Around the Shieldborn Manse was a handful of guards fussing about. Soren's Captain, Oldred, was assuring them that the lord would be fine on his own regardless of their many, many concerns. He noted the clear skies, and gestured to the Sennex speaking with what he assumed was an adventurer. He rolled his eyes, but paid the group no mind as a man with dark hair and gray eyes made his way from the garrison. Soren Navaar, stood tall, and despite his slim figure, his clothes hid muscles well trained for combat. A spear on his back matched Nerta's, but he also carried a sword on his hip. A bow would have been too cumbersome with the pack of supplies for the road. | |Content=Around the Shieldborn Manse was a handful of guards fussing about. Soren's Captain, Oldred, was assuring them that the lord would be fine on his own regardless of their many, many concerns. He noted the clear skies, and gestured to the Sennex speaking with what he assumed was an adventurer. He rolled his eyes, but paid the group no mind as a man with dark hair and gray eyes made his way from the garrison. Soren Navaar, stood tall, and despite his slim figure, his clothes hid muscles well trained for combat. A spear on his back matched Nerta's, but he also carried a sword on his hip. A bow would have been too cumbersome with the pack of supplies for the road. | ||
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|Content=Soren could never help giving Nerta a smile. "I'm glad you deciphered them," he said, a little distance in the conversation created by time. "I can't regale you with stories all of the time, so now you can take them with you for when you have a moment." So he said, but they both knew how much she hated relying on the Old Man. He did it for her. "I bet Balin is doing well. I'll have to invite him on the next hunt." | |Content=Soren could never help giving Nerta a smile. "I'm glad you deciphered them," he said, a little distance in the conversation created by time. "I can't regale you with stories all of the time, so now you can take them with you for when you have a moment." So he said, but they both knew how much she hated relying on the Old Man. He did it for her. "I bet Balin is doing well. I'll have to invite him on the next hunt." | ||
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|Content=From the lack of an initial reaction, and Nerta using Soren for support, it was clear this was not his first time seeing Nerta without her cloak, though he had shifted his sword ever so slightly in the event Tyler turned on her. He was one of the continent's better swordsmen if the academy instructors were anything to gauge against. Before he could make his own comment though he tensed. Something... Then Tyler fell. | |Content=From the lack of an initial reaction, and Nerta using Soren for support, it was clear this was not his first time seeing Nerta without her cloak, though he had shifted his sword ever so slightly in the event Tyler turned on her. He was one of the continent's better swordsmen if the academy instructors were anything to gauge against. Before he could make his own comment though he tensed. Something... Then Tyler fell. | ||
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|Content=Soren moved easily with Nerta, the two neved once colliding as they kept the wolves pushed back. This may not be so bad, he thought as the tip of the spear found flesh. He twisted and drove the tip in deeper and with a jerk extricated the butt straight into another wolf's snout. | |Content=Soren moved easily with Nerta, the two neved once colliding as they kept the wolves pushed back. This may not be so bad, he thought as the tip of the spear found flesh. He twisted and drove the tip in deeper and with a jerk extricated the butt straight into another wolf's snout. | ||
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|Content=Like her bare arms, this was not the first time Soren had seen this, but seeing her vulnerable... Soren glanced between Tyler and Nerta and he made his choice without a second thought. A dark shadow hung over Soren as he took the twisted weapon and, surprisingly, he carved through the first wolf like parchment. It looked like twisted and scarred metal, but it held what he thought was an unmatched edge. A master swordsman in his own right, he weaved a defense around Nerta.The wolves growled and started circling, adopting a pattern where they found a way to close in and back out, testing his reactions. The next one to attack tried to dart in from behind, but Soren went low and around Nerta, crippling the creature as it's leg cracked from the impact of the sword. The rest of the circle spread out as the next strike ended the attacking wolf. | |Content=Like her bare arms, this was not the first time Soren had seen this, but seeing her vulnerable... Soren glanced between Tyler and Nerta and he made his choice without a second thought. A dark shadow hung over Soren as he took the twisted weapon and, surprisingly, he carved through the first wolf like parchment. It looked like twisted and scarred metal, but it held what he thought was an unmatched edge. A master swordsman in his own right, he weaved a defense around Nerta.The wolves growled and started circling, adopting a pattern where they found a way to close in and back out, testing his reactions. The next one to attack tried to dart in from behind, but Soren went low and around Nerta, crippling the creature as it's leg cracked from the impact of the sword. The rest of the circle spread out as the next strike ended the attacking wolf. | ||
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|Content=The grunt of pain as Soren's sword was short and harsh. The longer the pair kept the wolves from swarming Rin and Tyler, the worse shape they were in. Lashing out, Soren brought his fist straight into the wolf's nose and forced it to leg go before he got swarmed. Blood ran in rivulets down his arm, pooling into scarlet droplets. Damage done, Soren tore the sleeve from his shirt and harmlessly cast the muddy cloth at the nearest wolf before doing the same to the other sleeve, though he wiped some of the blood from his arm before tossing it aside, barely prolonging how long it would take for the blood to reach his hand. Would he be able to hold the blade? | |Content=The grunt of pain as Soren's sword was short and harsh. The longer the pair kept the wolves from swarming Rin and Tyler, the worse shape they were in. Lashing out, Soren brought his fist straight into the wolf's nose and forced it to leg go before he got swarmed. Blood ran in rivulets down his arm, pooling into scarlet droplets. Damage done, Soren tore the sleeve from his shirt and harmlessly cast the muddy cloth at the nearest wolf before doing the same to the other sleeve, though he wiped some of the blood from his arm before tossing it aside, barely prolonging how long it would take for the blood to reach his hand. Would he be able to hold the blade? | ||
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers | |Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers | ||
− | |Content= | + | |Content=Nothing about Nerta was soft. A hard woman, with a hard expression, from hard mountains and covered in hard chitin. Yet on occasion she would smile or laugh, a hint of who she could be. |
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+ | Encased in that hard shell, she barely feels the bard's gentle squeeze. But their fingers entwine around the handle of the knife. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Holding out on me? Fine time to come clean. I'll go for the spears, you cover." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The woman weaves between the wolves, daggers flashing as she rolls around one and ducks under another. The new knife tears through fur as the howl echos, yet as she collects her spear she discovers Soren is not behind her. He's harried the other way by the pack. | ||
+ | |||
+ | And ''bleeding''. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Crystal Cursed Idiot! You don't run from wolves!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hissing in frustration and fear, the pair of adventurers were faring better with Blackjaw, but only just. | ||
+ | |||
+ | His shield saving his neck, Tyler's heroics were indeed blessed. He even managed to land quite the blow. Perhaps that little dagger was enough after all. | ||
+ | |||
+ | And if not, the conflagration couldn't hurt. | ||
+ | |||
+ | It did force the spear wielding silhouette to focus on the great beast. No rushing to Soren's aid while the wolf yelps and staggers around. Those snapping jaws were just as deadly as the beast dies in agony. There's no dodging this. All Nerta could do was brace her spear on the ground and let the blinded beast impale itself before collapsing atop her | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |Content="You do when you want to do something stupid for someone!" The only words he called back. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The wolves closed in and Soren stumbled in the thick muck as he sprinted straight for the tower. His steps hobbled, but he threw himself into it, sliding across mud. He held back the wince as his shin scraped stone, tearing a new hole in his pants leg. He spun on his knee and brought his sword around. The closest wolf was taken off guard as it's skull cracked and went tumbling away, but the next wolf was on him before he could come back with the blade. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Dripping the sword, an uppercut dug a second push dagger into the wolf's throat and was pulled in time for the next one. Soren’s off arm caught the next wolf's bite with no cloth to protect him. One, two jabs with the dagger, and before the life could fade out, he swung the wolf to shield himself from the fourth, the attack caused the teeth to tear out as he stood and found enough firm earth to punt the beast with a solid kick. | ||
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+ | The wolves paused long enough for Soren to get his blade back, though this tome he struggled to even hold it in two hands. Let them come to you, he told himself. Don't waste the energy. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The next wolf to charge met Soren’s blade. He came in low from an angle, and as the wolf leapt aside, it was caught in the swing. The next one followed immediately as Soren reversed the blades direction and crashed it back down killing another wolf. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The ground rumbled, and both wolves and Soren turned as Blackjaw fell to the earth. The largest of the remaining wolves howled, a piercing cry that painted the air with responses. The wolves fled. Soren grinned as he backed against the tower and slid down against the stones before slumping on the ground. | ||
+ | |Title=Count of Seven Rivers | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |Content=Nerta works herself free of the still smoldering bulk of the beast with only a few hairs singed, but otherwise in one piece. Yanking her last arm free with a grunt, one hand runs through her hair while another fumbles for one of the scattered weapons. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Crystal Cursed bard... | ||
+ | |||
+ | Heart in her throat at the howl, those glittering eyes rise to find Soren not pinned, bloody and torn, but slumped against the tower a muddy mess. Slumping to the ground with a clicking laugh, relief is palpable as the wolves scatter. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Crystal bard, Crystal... Too close." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leaning on her arms, she twitches and hisses as the Graft starts to fade. It left her shuddering, sweaty and sluggish to rise to her feet. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You run... off. Take all... the... fun." Panting, she paws at the ruined attire, "And co... copy my Tricks-ter... granted clothes? Have you no shame." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Grinning, and dressed in more mud than cloth, she takes a staggering step and sits hard on the ground. | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |Content=Soren laughed, a harsh bark, forced only to get the sound out. "No shame for you," he told her, a tired grin stretching across his face. He eased a hand up and undid the clasp on his cloak. It was in rough shape, but mostly intact in a deep purple. He passed it over to her and looked for her eyes. "At least you look good wearing it," he added. "Though you can have my cloak if you want to cover up your arms," he offered. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shifting against the stone, Soren leaned against Nerta. "I know you're tougher than me anyway," he said with a nod toward the smoldering wolf. | ||
+ | |||
+ | He sighed, closing his eyes and just enjoying the moment, how close she was. "You know, you never did give me permission to die. Have I ever betrayed you before?" | ||
+ | |Title=Count of Seven Rivers | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |Content=A few deep breaths later and Nerta pushes herself to her feet and stretches. There's a lot of her to stretch so it takes a little while and gives Soren ample opportunity to admire her, ''attire''. She was used to oblique comments about her appearance, though this was the first time anyone had meant it as a compliment. | ||
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+ | If the admission of his scrutiny made her self-conscious, she doesn't show it and instead stalks over to inspect his wounds. Prodding at the arm she frowns. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "These are pretty bad... we need to get you to a doctor. Might scar." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The offer of the deep purple cloak caked with mud does cause her to pause. Wandering the swamp had been a nightmare of mud, flies and wolves; but she hadn't needed to ''hide.'' Now he was offering, to hide her so they could return across the bridge. That... brought mixed feelings. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Really? ''Now'' you're feeling squeamish?" Her hands gesture all along her body. "I was covered in ''chitin''..." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The heated words are cut short by a sigh, and she tosses the cloak over a shoulder while leaning in close enough for her scent to mingle with that of the mud and blood. One hand stabs his chest, a few more tear her remaining silk shirt into a crude tourniquet. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You're honourable, for a patrician; but you certainly got close to dying today. Didn't you?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Puffing aside a stray hair she twists the silk into a cord and ties it, '''tightly''', around his arm. While the hand on his chest rises to tilt his chin up. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "That would be annoying. I almost like you..." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Despite the words, she smiles faintly and clicks her tongue. Probably, her tongue. | ||
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− | |Content= | + | |Content=The wolf was falling. The wounds sustained were far too much for even a beast that large. He quickly grasped Rin's hand and dragged himself on top of the beast as it tumbled over barely avoiding being crushed. As he stumbled his way off the beast he looked to Rin replying "huh well I'm not much of a wolfrider if we're being honest. I'd like to say I better at killing them but lately it's been more luck then skill keeping me alive I'm afraid. Thanks for save...again." |
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+ | Tyler gestures to the other two having their own conversation. " Let's go gloat shall we? " Giving the dead wild one last kick he made his way over to both Soren and Nerta. | ||
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+ | "Well that was certainly fun thanks for dealing with the small fry for us I took care of the big one so you don't mess those fancy clothes of yours too much." Glancing back at Rin " she helped a little" Tyler smiles obviously a jest. | ||
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+ | "Well this has been fun and all I must be off soon. When I had my visions earlier there was something else I saw besides that monster stalking our trail. I saw Creasur walls fall. A sea of undead. I saw a man clearly a noble stand unflinching as an endless see of monsters swallowed him whole. I fear the necromancer may be making his move. If your travels take you that way be sure to send me a letter if I'm not a walking corpse by then." | ||
|Title=Adventurer | |Title=Adventurer | ||
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+ | |Content="I was honestly more afraid of losing you," he admitted. "So I suppose 'almost' is a start. I've always liked you. You're a good person, Nerta, and I'm proud to call you friend." | ||
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+ | Soren chuckled, despite the pain. "It'll take a lot more than that to get rid of me," he said, gesturing to his own beaten form as she lingered. Impressive wasn't the word to describe him. Maybe resilient? That would work. Slightly crazy? Possibly. | ||
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+ | She was so close now that he wondered if she could hear his heartbeat pumping faster. Could she feel it? She had a hand on his chest. There was no way she would miss it. With his chin in another of her hands he couldn't break eye contact as their breaths mingled and sweat left a salty tang to the air. He remembered that she had once told him about patricians always wanting something, and he had tried to avoid making her feel that way with him. She was important to him, a friend, even more. But this close, he could only wonder one thing... Would she still be a friend if the words escaped? | ||
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+ | "We just survived whatever crystal damned fate this swamp could throw at us." He reached out and found one of her hands, lacing his fingers with hers. "Are you going to just stare at me this close all day, or are you going to kiss me?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | As the words left his mouth he wondered if he would regret it. Would she do it? The moment froze as a thousand possibilities came to a collision point. Which one would make it first? | ||
+ | |Title=Count of Seven Rivers | ||
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− | |Content= | + | |Content="You never did have good sense, but obviously the blood loss is worse than I thought. Let's get you out if here..." |
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+ | The lacing fingers stop her from pulling away and that final question brings a smile. | ||
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+ | "A kiss? And you probably want to survive too." Her tongue clicks, he can see it this time as she leans in just a bit closer. "So demanding." | ||
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+ | The kiss is hard, almost an assault, and she nips his lower lip. Yet as brief and sharp as it is, he does survive. | ||
+ | |||
+ | In no small part thanks to Tyler and Rin joining them to critique their contributions. The crack about her clothes earns Tyler a laugh and a scraped handful of mud flung his way. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "That's two giant wolves, Tyler. You're becoming an expert." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The news about Creasur dampens the mood. | ||
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+ | "You do know what those visions mean, right? You're Augur Blooded. Maybe you always were, or maybe it's after that mess at the Seeping Giant." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Patting down Soren's bandages, Nerta runs a hand through her hair. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "The Dread Necromancer is a symptom of a larger problem. Ever since The Blight, Beluaterra has been dying. The Seeping Giant, it used to be the Sleeping Giant. All the sacred sites and loci used to be more vibrant and enduring. We've been trying to figure this out for years now, but it's been slow going. Maybe that's where you come in Tyler. The visions, the shield, it might be connected to that mess down south." | ||
|Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
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+ | |Sender=Rin the Rabbit | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers | ||
+ | |Content=Rin rolls her eyes as she listens to Tyler's jokes. "Next time you can scale the wolf yourself," she teases back, but he's already going on about visions. That was more than she signed up for. So were giant wolves, swamp adventures, slapping wolves in the face - she hoped she hadn't knocked out a tooth or something - and dealing with people who might recognize her for what she is. A thief. Her grin, more toothy than anticipated as she revealed a pair of sharp front teeth, and if her legwork was any indicator, a rabbit totem gave her her power. | ||
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+ | Nerta's words threw her for a loop next. She was not good at adapting. In fact, if it weren't for the Calanars, she doubted she would even be free of her mountain. So she forced the shock down, but her mouth hung open just a little as Nerta spoke of The Plight, and Necrodancers, and Sweeping Giants, and did she have mud in her ears? She plucked at a bit of clean cloth on her shirt and pulled some from her ear. "This has been fun and all," she commented, "but I might be out of my league with dead fencers and giants. If any of you need a hand, I'm happy to help though," she with that light grin and a slight bounce to her movements. "Even if it's just keeping your Augur alive!" | ||
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+ | The nervous laugh that she let slip at that moment definitely didn't give anything away. Nope. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "My name is Rin, my... Lady? Sister?" The Count was exhausted, and given the intimacy she had been fairly certain Nerta was a patrician too until she thought about her arms. | ||
+ | |Title=Adventurer | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |Content=Soren felt left out. He also felt...panic? A good panic? He sat stunned, Nerta still holding his hand, touching his face, fiddling with her bandage work. Weren't spiders good at wrapping things up? He didn't voice that thought. His lower lip still stung as his three companions spoke of visions and far off threats, already moving on to the next fight. He shook his head, and using Nerta and the wall for support, he struggled to his feet, stopping only to pick up the wicked sword he had been using, the blade the beasts were drawn to, and sheathed it once more. | ||
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+ | "I'm sure you'll be called on again Rin," he said, finally chiming into the conversation."Anyone capable of some of what I saw today would strike fear into many men and women alike. The creatures stand less of a chance." | ||
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+ | Now that he was upright, he leaned, just noticeably into Nerta and tried not to laugh at what a pair they probably looked like. As she adjusted his bandage again, he was grinning at the foolish thoughts in his head, but slowly drew himself back to reality. | ||
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+ | He cleared his throat and appeared to have collected himself, for now. "Tyler, my family history is tied to that of the Sophos of Nothoi. If you need an introduction for safe passage, say the word and I'll have a letter sent." | ||
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+ | |Sender=Tyler Thrice-Blessed | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers | ||
+ | |Content=Tired hungry and dirty Tyler father's up his belongings before taking a more serious tone. Augur blood giant wolves what a life we live in. I'll have to reach out to you in the future nerta should anymore visions happen. In the meantime I have received a letter from the emperor of the vales it seems he has a contact about to open a portal amdist the hordes of undead. A very familiar tale indeed. I will be Makeing my way there to aid him now. If one of you happens to have a portal stone it would be a great help. If not your blades would beore then welcome as well. Farewell and good luck until then. | ||
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