Post by jasondemac on Sept 21, 2015 13:08:09 GMT -7
Laughingstok smiled widely behind his mask at the mention of the word "polite." The irony was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"Well aren't you a sweetheart," Stok said, jumping down from his perch. He landed a quarter of the tree's trunk away from his forest companions. "I can't say that I know anyone named Leon. Of course, I can't really say i know much of anyone." Laughingstok spoke as he casually made his way in front of the woman and Aevelum. He deliberately stepped on the needle which had so conveniently missed it's target, pushing it further into the earth. Now that Stok knew he was no secret, it was better to remain on friendly terms.
"I suppose it'd be hard for you to find a human, what with a stone face that looks perpetually like you just got served a bad sandwich. I'd be glad to help though. I happen to be doing absolutely nothing in particular at the moment. Just a bit of wandering all by my lonesome. seeing some of the country. Don't think you're doing anything in particular either, doll?" He addressed the woman cooly. The prospect of traveling with someone so interesting as an Aevelum appealed to Stok greatly. It'd be fun.
Post by Rosen Stele on Sept 21, 2015 13:47:28 GMT -7
"Spirits whose core burns brightly as the sun..." Cadence repeated the romantic-sounding interpretation. She wished humans could claim such a definition. Instead they were just hungry, grubbing, selfish creatures. She made a little face. "'Wraith' is a little harsh, don't you think? Perhaps you deserve a re-branding." She said off handedly, as he continued.
As the little nail zipped between them, Cadence yelped, forgetting the conversation. Her hand flew instinctively to her bow, but, seeing the still peaceable demeanor of Virces, she decided not to knock an arrow. She looked around for their mystery assailant, but could not see him. It was only when Virces, who apparently knew the man's location the whole time, gave a specific position that Cadence was able to see the masked man. She narrowed her eyes, wondering what the man would do next, and what he thought he was doing in the first place, for that matter. "Who is Leon?" She asked the stone-skinned man, not taking her eyes off the tree-perched stranger.
Post by The Confidant on Sept 21, 2015 14:43:04 GMT -7
"Is it harsh? It rolls out so gently that it's enjoyable to hear; Sunwraith.." He repeated the word to himself with a smirk, though cocked a brow at Cadence reacting to something, he followed her eyes ever so briefly to the needle, curious at first, but he put it out of his mind almost as quickly, instead stretching his head either way again, seemingly sitll shaking off that stiff feeling, though when the new entry spoke, Virces face fell again in sheer disappointment, "Pity.. So neither of you are any use to me in that regard.. Oh well.." The Aeliavim glanced up at the masked man and grinned again, "Well, at least my face as some motion, I cant imagine what having a solid face is like." It was then that a look of realization crossed his own face and he pointed up at Stok, "Waaait if your face isn't moving, then you aren't talking with your voice, you must be telepathic!" He assuredly nodded to himself and glanced at Cadence,.
"Leon? Leon is.. A human..?" But then he muttered quickly to himself, "Oh that's real helpful.." He then brightened up again, "The words escape me.. Human.. Human.. Warrior.. No.. Fighter.. Knight! A human knight...? Well.. I think he used a different word.. Temple..? Temporary..? Templar!" The stone-faced creature rubbed at his head, frowning again, "I should brush up on my human tongue.. I keep forgetting words." He then presented his left arm to Cadence, the one that shone of tempered metal, the fragments that were melted and moulded into place over his own rocky skin, "I fought him for most of a day, I think, and when he fell at last, he asked me to kill him. But I asked for a piece of his armor instead, he was the first human I ever fought, I didn't want such a tale to end in death. Death is an ever present thing, unavoidable, I will meet him one day, likely send many his way. But an honorable duel between two warriors should end well and be a tale they can retell, to one day learn from their past errors and have an even greater battle. That is my way of art as a Sunwraith, I tell stories of battles and share my experiences."
Post by jasondemac on Sept 22, 2015 16:25:59 GMT -7
"Tele..... whatever you say buddy," Laughingstok said from behind the pair still, having no idea what a telepath was. He listened to the tale of his battle with the templar with little reguard at first, but slowly became more interested as the Sunwraith finished. Laughingstok, reguardless of his juvenile attitude toward life, had a love for combat.
"You must have some stamina! And the Templar too! I don't know what you are, but that's got to be pretty impressive judging by your hide there pal, am i right?" Laughingstok clapped the Aevialim on the shoulder from behind, and at least had enough sense to recoil immediately. This wasn't just a fighter swapping stories in a tavern. There was an air of a true warrior about the stone man, and Stok had slowly come to realize this finally on the ground. "I wouldn't mind taking a few sparring lessons from you, glowy-eyes." Stok said, trying to butter up his cliff-companion. "What about you, poppet? I don't suspect you have any war stories to rival that? Me and Flaffel used to have a good row every once and a while, but definitely not for a full day."
|^|Stok, Why Don't You Just Go Ahead and Punch the Scary Rock Man? You Seem to Want Dead Enough! |^|
Post by Rosen Stele on Sept 23, 2015 16:32:46 GMT -7
Cadence looked at the poisoned nail on the ground as the two spoke, not distracted by the masked man's friendly guise. He had attacked them, after all, no matter how you looked at it. That dart was definitely aimed for Virces' head. She narrowed her eyes as she looked to the masked man. "He's no telepath, Vircesol. That is a simple mask, meant to deceive." Cadence explained, with a strong note of distrust in her voice.
When Virces described his duel with Leon, Cadence directed her attention back to him to listen. It was an interesting story, and the huntress had no doubt in her mind that the stone Goliath before her was capable of such a feat. "That is impressive." She said, looking at the arm. So it was melted to his skin...how was that possible.
The interesting qualities of Virces' story had almost made her forget her irritation at this new visitor, that is, until he addressed her. "I fought off a few dozen Gargoyles not a fortnight ago, with the help of a rather ingenious halfling." she replied defensively, looking over the strange man. "But tell me, before this conversation goes any further, 'poppet,' why you felt to need to attack this man before greeting him?" She added tersely.
Post by The Confidant on Sept 23, 2015 21:15:43 GMT -7
"Oh.. that's disappointing.. A mask is more mundane.. Say.. Now that I think about it maybe I should have gotten a mask..! I could probably wander more freely through human settlements.." Virces mused to himself rubbing at his chin a moment, though where ot find one off-hand would be troublesome, he didnt want to go all the way back to his Clan just to get a mask, mostly because if he got back there, his second in command would give him an earful.. "Hm? Attack? you mean the thing that went past this ear?" He pointed to his left a moment, but then chuckled, "I wanted to ask if maybe metal objects falling from the sky was a natural phenomena, was that an attack? And from behind too.." Virces stated these things with an almost mocking tone, if anything he was treating it like a joke.
"Now Cadence," The stone man stared at her with a simple smile, "We're acquinatances now. Vircesol is a full name, much like you humans split yourself between a first and family names, Vircesol is my full official name, considered formal and polite, Virces is fine, so is Vir." He explained it calmly, witha simple matter of fact tone, not really scolding he ron the matter, might as well share a little culture and understanding. Though his focus turned back to the masked man. The markings on Virces body had started to glow as he stood up, folding his arms and staring more directly at the new arrival.
"Sorry to say, but I dont do sparring lessons, you're also allowing my friendly demeanor, despite my face, to throw off your judgement of the situation you're currently in. If a dishonorable man attacks me, whether he be Aeliavim or Human, I burn him to a cinder." The more he spoke, the more the glowine marks on his body spread their light until his shoulders and neck were home to scorching flames that danced across his stone flesh, "I wouldn't recommend you trying that again, unless you want an extremely shortened lifespan." He smirked, the flames died down softly, "As for the story.. Well you heard the short and simple version, that is not how I tell a full story, I suppose stamina is the human way to put how I'm able to fight for as long as I am able." Again he rubbed at his chin, turning his head towards Cadence once more, "Gargoyles, you say? Interesting.. I've yet to fight one, or have reason to.." Still the look of consideration remained on his face, "What about Templars, do either of you know much anything of them?"
Post by jasondemac on Sept 25, 2015 4:52:55 GMT -7
"Well that's a shame--" Laughingstok began to say as Virces spoke. Stok, however, quickly cut off. Virces kept speaking, and made quite the intimidating spectacle of getting a little heated up.
'So there is a limit. It's time to subract the douchebagginess i guess.' Laughingstok thought to himself, with a satisfied smile his mask would conceal entirely. It was nothing sadistic... okay it was a tad sadistic. However Laughingstok's sole purpose was not to thoroughly tick off an Aevelium. He was feeling out the territory, no doubt expecting to encounter many beings like his new acquaintance Virces. Stok somehow got the impression Virces was giving him quite a bit of leeway in the situation.
Laughingstok's new take on the situation was quickly snuffed out when their female cliff-companion had apparently called him out on throwing his needle out of curiosity.
"Well I definitely didn't throw it because I was wondering if Vir here, can I call you Vir, was actually made of stone and wanted to see if a needle could pierce his hide. I definitely wasn't doing anything like that." Laughingstok said this, his voice deathly serious, and very as-a-matter-of-factly. Laughingstok then jumped at the chance Virces allowed to change the subject.
"Templars! Love them. Honor bound. Warriors. Fight for the gods, though. Never really got that. Don't know much about the gods myself. They seem a little controlling." Stok said, hoping to the very gods he currently mocked that the female party would follow suit. 'Dear gods, whoever you are, get me out of this and i'll offer you something. Get in touch, we'll work out the details.'
Post by Rosen Stele on Sept 25, 2015 14:50:33 GMT -7
Cadence nodded to Virces' rebuke. "Very well, Virces." She agreed simply, watching him intimidate the stranger. She had to admit, it was frightening. She was glad that she appeared to be on the Aeliavim's good side at the moment. It was beautiful the way his skin lit up and then caught fire. Such briliance...
Cadence shook her head as the firebrand brought up the Templars again. "The Templar order are not really all that religious. Some of them are, sure, but they are commonly mistaken for the Knights of the Silver Flame by those who are ...ignorant to the distinction." She explained, trying not to destroy Laughingstok's argument completely.
"Though they are honor bound. They vow to never ending conflict against the evils which threaten humanity," She continued. "The Silver Flame worship Maluxient, and have a more specific focus: Witchcraft and tainted quintessence, though they have power over all manner of quint, and are foe to most evil creatures as well. The Templar, though, which you originally asked about, are based at the Citidel, which is their home and their base of operations. From there they expand and are sent out on missions to destroy evil and protect our realms." She finished, looking back to the Aeliavim. "That's what I know anyway."
Post by The Confidant on Oct 9, 2015 9:49:39 GMT -7
"By the Sun, you genuinely are an idiot." Virces raised a brow when Stok admitted or rather pretended to not admit to his actual intention, and the reason why he'd done it, "So on top of taking a foolish action, you're going to lie directly to my face about your intentions? I have nothing to teach a man so foolish as yourself." Virces frowned again, heaving somehting of a huffed breath, a warm wave escaping him, nothing too hot, and washing in Stok's direction, though the stone-carved figure rubbed at the side of his head and he chuckled, although half-heartedly, "What a disappointing human.."
He turned his attention to Cadence again, hand on his hip, the other at his chin again, he didn't know tha tmuch about Templars, but hearing that they were honorbound from two sources at least was refreshing, even if he wasn't taking too kindly to this new fellow, he wouldn't discount multiple stories pointing tot he same conclusion, "Honor-bound.. I like the sound of that.. Certainly seems fitting of that man.. This Citadel, I think I have heard of it before, or at least seen it on some of our maps."
He imagined the possibility of approaching the citadel, and allt he wrong ways that could probably go, the most likely conclusion was that they'd peg him for an Aeliavim and attack him immediately, which was kind of problematic, he wasn't interested in fighting them for that reason, "Hmmm... How to approach them without causing hassle.. What a bother.." He pondered, still rubbing at his chin, "Well I'm sure something will come up.."
"Look Vir, you got me. I can tell I'm not exactly the most popular man in the forest. Let me make it up to you both, huh?" Stok spoke with genuine feeling. He didn't want the first interesting people he met to hate him. Not for a reason so stupid as throwing a needle. "What is it you want? Afight with one of these guys? Allow me to be your, ahhhhh... what's the word." Stok paced a few feet, snapping his fingers as if trying to summon the word from thin air. "VASSEL! Let me be your vassel. Your ambassador to the humans. Sure there are some more qualified."
With the word 'qualified' very stressed, he leaned in towards Cadence making the direction obvious. "But give me a chance! I was testing! Surely you can respect that. Pure curiosity drove me to throw that needle. I wanted to know! The pursuit of knawledge, sun man! Let me do this for you. I'll be your forerunner to the citidel. Tell them they u have a very distinguished guest. I wouldn't mind a go with a few of them myself anyways. It'd be interesting to visit, don't you think Cadence?" Stok's eyes were pleading, imploring cadence. Had he not been wearing a mask, he surely would have stuck out his bottom lip.
Post by Rosen Stele on Oct 15, 2015 9:17:06 GMT -7
Cadence regarded Virces with a strange expression as he chastised the other man. She suddenly felt small compared to this powerful Aeliavim. She felt the heat come off of Virces's body, and couldn't help but be a little afraid for her own well-being. But there were more terrifying places she could be, she thought.
She blinked as the other man spoke and looked at him incredulously. Who did he think he was talking too? She was brewing a pretty heavy distaste for this man who had appeared out of nowhere. "I have been to the Citadel a few times myself." Cadence responded to the look from stok. "It is a nice place. Smells like battle and is filled with all sorts of people. I think you would like it, virces." She pointed out, bringing a hand to her chin. "But how to get you in? I am not even sure that I could get you in there by diplomacy alone. Who is it you are seeking again?" She couldn't remember if she had said his name. She must not have met this Templar before.
Post by The Confidant on Oct 25, 2015 22:43:11 GMT -7
Virces stared at Stok silently, the constant frown on his face deepened a little as he continued ot glare discernedly at the mercenary and his mask. The object was irritating, he couldn't see the man's expression behind it, but there were other things about it that irked him, that and his behavior was slowly getting worse. From foolishness to this almost desperate-sounding attempts to get on his good side, if anything it was only making his expression grow darker as the side of his nose twitched in irritation, but then it stopped and the frown vanished before he chuckled, "With that thing covering your face it was a little difficult to get a read on you. But your actions and your words." Virces chuckled again, lowering his head, "It's a shame, but you dont understand anything I've said at all. I have words for people like you. Dishonorable actions, then when the situation turns against your favor you try to weasel your way out of the situation or bribe. You're ultimately willing to attack people for no worthwhile reason besides some inane justification-I mean come on.. You were curious if I was made of stone? Really?-and you start sucking up when you're threatened. I'd call you a coward, but a true coward would be smarter than you, I keep wanting to hope people cant get this stupid but I keep getting proven wrong. You're actually closer to.. What do humans call them...?" The briefest pause as he grasped the word before announcing it a little more loudly, "Bully..! That's the word! You're a bully. A strongman. All muscle, no brains, no follow-through."
Virces laughed again, almost as if close to busting a gut, though he managed to speak still as he finally concluded, "I hate people like you!" The stone-man chortled, it made him think of some of the weaker Aeliavim he'd met. Emminently willing to bully others, however when he'd faced them, they were practically begging for mercy. He wasn't so much ignoring Cadence as he stared intently at the masked man, hands on his hips as he waited, Stok had at least presented an interesting idea, a Vassal he'd said, perhaps he could ask Cadence, at least Stok had gotten it right that Cadence was more qualified for something like this, or at least between these two humans he was certainly prizing Cadence' aid more than this strange man. He couldn't help but wonder how some people turned out like this, not a lot got under his skin but things he percieved as cowardly, dishonorable behavior truly got him riled. He hadn't thrown a punch of anger in a while though, he certainly didn't feel like starting either. No, he could let this man off, anger may have been carved into his face, but rage just wasn't as natural a part of him.
Post by jasondemac on Oct 27, 2015 18:49:40 GMT -7
Stok stared, taking in the rays of sunshine Vir spouted his direction. This was his first encounter with an Aevelium, and Stok could tell they weren't a pleasant bunch.
"Alrighty big guy. I can tell when I'm not wanted. I never imagined a warrior such as yourself could get so offended by a puny bully like me throwing a sewing needle. What's your hide like, an inch or two thick? Too bad this little encounter went," Stok began a path away from the two other occupants of the forest. He stopped for a brief moment next to Vir. The previous words had been exagerated and sarcastic, but his last comment was but a wisper. "Skin deep."
Stok continued away. It was such a shame the gap between humans and Aevelium.
"We could have had so much fun, us three. We'll meet again, no doubt under very different cirumstances." |^|Exit, Laughingstok. |^|
Last Edit: Oct 27, 2015 18:51:59 GMT -7 by jasondemac
Post by Rosen Stele on Nov 7, 2015 12:25:32 GMT -7
Cadence watched with a look of awe as the Aeliavim pointed out all the strangers flaws, laying them all out on the table. Whether he was right or wrong was not for her to decide, though she had no love for this newcomer, nor his actions. She pursed her lips as the stranger left, somehow feeling that that last comment was somehow a threat. She had enough enemies already, it seemed. She sighed inwardly, watching him go. Regardless of the circumstances, she had to admit that she was a tad relieved. What a strange, vaguely dangerous man.
"I wonder if there would be more needles involved in this..."fun" he speaks of." She asked herself out loud as the man disappeared into the forest. The remark was intended for Virces. She could tell he wasn't ignoring her, it was simply more pertinent to him to expose this 'bully' before them. She was beginning, perhaps, to understand her Aeliavim companion. As strange as that sounded. "In any event, is there really a Templar you wish to encounter? I could certainly take a message to the Order for you, at the very least." She returned to the topic at hand, as though the stranger had never arrived. She was not the kind to worry over the comings and goings of others.
Post by The Confidant on Nov 27, 2015 16:50:13 GMT -7
The stone features of the sunwraith shifted a little, one brow lifting in clear confusion at what the man had said, he remained rather confused as he tried ot mete out the phrase in his head before cocking Cadence a curious look, "What in the sun's name was that fool spouting on about?" He pondered, perhaps out loud to himself, perhaps directed towards Cadence. At least the masked fellow had left him with a possible idead, but then again.. Virces turned towards Cadence and rested his hands on his hips a moment, "If it is the man named Leon, yes, but now I think about it, that would mean taking you from whatever your own journey happens to be. And you are a human that is.. What is the word.. Fraternizing? with an Aeliavim? I believe that's the correct word.. I think a human term for it might be that you are sleeping with the enemy..?" He froze, eyes openieng a little wider before he frowned deeply again, "Wait, no, that involves something else entirely.. Forget I said that.. Or am I being too literal.. Human phrasing gives me a lot of trouble.. And confusion." Virces continued to ponder as he pressed his hand to his chin, that seemingly angry appearance deepening into thought, although it only succeeded in making him look angrier.
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