"x "Fawkes? A pleasure to meet you." Nike said with a small smile. "You're accent... You're from deep in the wilds aren't you? I don't get to meet very many of you." She inquired. "The arena is a place of truth for many. There are no lies, only battle. It has its own appeal. I do not fear a fighting man, but a man outside of a battle is much more fearsome because he doesn't have to rely on his own strength." Nike ran her hand through her golden lochs and sighed. It was a thing not all could relate to, and it was not something that could really be explained.
Just as she was about to say her farewells and head for the arena a scream pierced through the valley. A very large draconic man crawled out of one of Torstars many tunnels, one that Nike had not taken account of, much to her chagrin. He was covered in blood and held a hammer and a sword in his hands. Nike jumped back nimbly, putting some distance between her and the dragon-kin. "I've gotta say, I've seen a lot of chimaeras of all different types, and I've seen a lot of interesting entrances from the arena, but I've never seen a bright red lizard man crawl out of a tunnel after killing two men." Nike said, distaste rotting her speech to the point of venom. Nike was not one for senseless murder or violence. "If you're here for the coliseum its that way." Nike said calmly pointing in the direction of the giant runic screen floating in the distance. She did not like this man. He was well spoken, but his violence was like an aura that she could feel wafting off of him, the scent of death not far behind. He lived to kill. It was his job and his joy.
xxxFahim was comforted by Nike's sympathy. He didn't really open up to people. Vulnerability and all that, and just when he had-- Awkward. Fahim gave Nike a wry smile, though he meant it apologetically. "Too true, too true." he agreed about names having power. "Hello, Fawkes. Fine to meet you~ Friend." Fahim spoke, putting emphasis on the last as it seemed to be significant to Fawkes. He'd never had much interaction with Torstarians, but he felt a strange kinship with the folk. He wasn't quite sure of his heritage, fully, and he knew he had been chimera in lives gone, perhaps there was more there than initially noticeable. Also, the saying 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' came to mind. Slavery wasn't uncommon among the Naiorians.
The talk of fear made Fahim smiled. He definitely had to agree with Nike. Perhaps Fawkes just hadn't seen the depths of how low men could get. Fahim preferred being direct, but he'd been steeped in the ways of the Skaglands so long. Where you could only believe half of what people say, and only then barely. And if you trusted your most loyal friend, you could find your entire village sold to slave traders-- Too personal. Turning his head in response to the screaming, his face went from smiling to stoic in no time flat. His eyes seemed to almost glaze over as he watched the scene. Men from his homeland murdered in cold blood. He didn't care how different cultures were between races, sometimes you had to restrict yourself to killing your own people . . . "He didn't even eat them . . . wasteful." one of the voices in Fahim's head spoke up. Nearly inclined to agree with it, Fahim pushed the voice from his mind as the other Torstarian approached, obviously of a different breed than Fanthrall. "Welcome to the Skaglands, Talyc." Fahim began with a surprisingly good Draconian accent. "I've come across some studies of your kind. And while I'd like to give you a warmer welcome, I'm afraid I can't do any warmer than you offered those two over there." Fahim motioned to the two dead bodies with his head.
The word had much more meaning that people often took into account - for Fanthrall, it often meant safety. Meant that neither he, nor anyone else was going to stab anyone soon because the folks deep, deep in the Wildlands didn't throw it around for no good reason. There was no taunting mockery. If you were a friend, you were a friend, and anything less would earn being gutted, if one was fortunate enough. "Deep. Southlands," Fanthrall informed with a curt nod, cocking his head to the side, whilst studying the woman's expression. She believed in her words, he could tell. Something stubborn and fierce. Good for her, he decided before giving another slow nod. She was right, men outside of the arena often used someone else to do their dirty work and--
The screaming got to him. Made him take a step back, easing the cross-breed pulling his cart so that the damned thing wouldn't charge at the Draconian crawling out from the tunnels. The smiles were gone, expression stiffening with displeasure. Of course. Travel in, meet murderous bastards; stay in the city, nearly get killed; travel out, meet another threat. What was he expecting in the first place. Pursing his lips, Fanthrall cautiously studied the male and chose not to speak up, contemplating whether or not to trust this friendly smile much like he'd trusted the lycanoid he'd traveled in with, or to-- nope. Fanthrall couldn't bring himself not to give Ordo a chance.
The hesitation faded in favor of a friendly grin being plastered on his own face. "Yes. Skaglands. Deep center." he confirmed. "Fawkes," he added, pointing his thumb at his chest as an introduction.
Commando Omnipants
A City of Fools
Ghost_Rios
Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 1:26 am
-Ordo Vadamee-
Ordo nodded at the girl before tucking his weapons away. "No, was here for a contract from the elves." He looked to the man who had a good accent. "Your fire dialect is good. And I am surprised, last creature to visit us was when I was twelve. Which was...... three hundred years ago. I was a blacksmith apprentice then." He looked to Fawkes. "I am sorry to spook you." He kept his smile, being chief he had to learn diplomacy and play nice. "But the Skaglands you say... many miles, curves and loops to find those murderers." He looked at the group, nodding a little. "Skaglands, center.... mmmm where would the closest mail carrier be?"
xxxFahim lifted an eyebrow at the Draconian's comment about his accent. Of course he would carry it well, he had personally-- Memories flashed in his head before he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror in one of those memories, the face being unlike the one he had now. Back to reality, Fahim brought a hand to his face subconsciously. "Er, yeah. I um . . . Studies." Fahim offered half heartedly with a smirk on his face, hoping the conversation would slide past that point. The difficulties of having memories from past lives. Fahim wasn't buying the nice guy act, but he also had to admit that the Draconian had chops if he was pulling their leg. "Major mail carrier?" Fahim questioned, glad for the opportunity to assist in moving past the topics at hand. "That would be in the City of Twelve." he spoke, once again gesturing to the runic screens floating in the air. "The second round of the tournament is currently taking place there, however." he spoke with a shrug.
Ash rebuilt his golem after carving a couple of extra runes onto the stone before it's eye flickered before glowing a soft blue as he lifted his arm to which it swiftly slithered up like a snake hiding as he stood and pulled his cloak close around him shadowing his face as he hid the old scroll in a runic array on his belt before he headed over towards the others. "My apologies for my rather rude behavior of ignoring you all until now just had to repair one of my tools. I am Ashton a nomad from the Skaglands by the way, a Pleasure to meet you all" He tone was his normal calm tone as he bowed low to the small gathering as he lowered his hood after straightening up once more
"x Nike was already tired of the lizards talking and excuses. She beamed at Fahim. What a respectable response to the man. Nike did not have that same tact. Nike scoffed at the draconoid and decided to let the others handle him. She couldn't trust herself to keep her cool. A cloaked humanoid wandered up to them. "Great, more people!" She quipped sarcastically. "Nike, traveling people hitter."
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Commando Omnipants
Primae Pandora
Ghost_Rios
Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 5:54 am
FANTHRALL MURES
Spooked wasn't precisely how Fawkes felt but he left it be. After the arena, he wasn't in the slightest of moods for a conflict in any form or shape and seeing as the skull man was ready to handle the situation, he left everything be with a simple, curt nod, lifting his gaze to another newcomer approaching the small gathering. Studying the nomad for a moment, Fanthrall provided another nod. "Fawkes. Pleasure." Simple and short enough of a response, one would say, which left him all the more entertained when the woman showed clear signs of displeasure for their company growing. "Hey. Not all people bad. Me," he gestured loosely at himself, "Good. Mean no harm. Sorry if a bother." For however long he was treated in a civil manner, that would last.
Ordo nodded to the being that showed up. "It is a pleasure." He tried though to ignore the racism coming from the girl who only pointed to where the Arena was. But he understood, his kind had never been intermixed with the public. His attention though went back to the guy who gave him the city he requested. "Ah... and which direction is it in? Or is it that way?" He pointed to where the woman had pointed before. "Weeks in a cave and you lose track of directions."
Commando Omnipants
A City of Fools
Primae Pandora
Monotonesword34
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 11:21 pm
Riyak Silver
Riyak sighed as he stood out of city, he rubbed his newly fixed chest, it was exposed due to his last battle and his supply of clothing was slim. Riyak's body shook in disbelief of what had happened not too long ago, his battle with Roxi, it had been brutal. Riyak's true power was released for a moment, the people who had just been there to enjoy the bloodshed had no idea how close they were to all dying, how close they came to having a crater instead of an arena, or perhaps a crater instead of a city if Roxi hadn't managed to pierce his chest. Riyak buried his face in his palms, he had come so close to killing Roxi, she hadn't looked at him like a beast she saw him as a person and Riyak nearly killed her in his uncontrolled rage. As Riyak sat there, something began to happen that he failed notice, the chains that restrained his power, became visible, one more chain had developed cracks more power was returning. Riyak felt his grip over himself slipping as the chain cracked further, for once though, Riyak let it happen there was no one around no one to harm, he could unleash his new power for a little while with no hazard to anyone. Suddenly the third chain snapped and Riyak lost himself again. He raised his head from his hands, and a twisted smile spread from ear to ear. before an orb of his aura appeared above one of his palms. Riyak's aura began flowing into the orb before he threw the orb into the air above him which exploded into a vortex of his own energy. Riyak stood beneath it all with a big grin on his face, before releasing several blasts of energy in every direction.
Riyak's eyes slowly revered back to normal as he wore himself out, all around where he stood was charred earth. Riyak was breathing heavily, but he was relived as it appeared no one was harmed in his attack. Riyak slowly became enveloped in his aura, however it wasn't like when he lost control rather it was more of a gentle aura, however he slowly allowed his aura to build, eventually reaching the limit that his seal would allow him, the amount of power he had at his command now, Riyak figured it was about a third, perhaps a little less. Slowly he let his aura dissipate even at just under a third of his original power, it was too much, too much for him, losing control with the amount of power he had now if he was ever somewhere populated, people would die if no one was there to stop him. Slowly Riyak fell on his back and looked at the sky, he had no idea what to do now, his life was slowly collapsing around him and he saw no way to stop it
Fawkes' surroundings proved to clear with surprising speed as it turned out that the batch of arena champions to be was summoned off to take their place in the battle, which in turn, left Fawkes staring blankly at the messy, loud lizard man before him. "Much the direction. People headed for City of Twelve. You go, too? Fight in arena? Big, bad. Glory and fame?" Fawkes inquired, almost physically shuddering at the idea himself. Glory and fame probably wasn't all that worth it but hey, there he was now, and he'd signed up for it himself. Somehow, with push coming to shove, he was going to be there for the next round as well and now, he was truly contemplating making a run for it. Far too many far too powerful people were being far too excited about the battles and, for him, it made sense to assume that this person who'd only just chased down and all but torn to shreds a few people, would want to be heading the same way.
Ghost_Rios
Monotonesword34
OOC: Rolling this bandwagon onward.
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 11:17 am
Ash of the Ryskke Skaglands
Ash silently watched people leave the area into the city before he wandered back to the shade and pulling out a notepad and pencil and began to write a couple of ideas out before pulling a map out and planning his next trip for an idea that was rattling around in his mind as he made more notes and kept looking between the map and notebook
Ordo shook his head after the others left. "No. I don't fight for show or for sport. I fight for survival, survival of my people." He looked to the man in the shade before turning back to Fawkes. "My people could not remain hidden as the world rips itself apart. So... in a vote by the chiefs, we decided to be neutral and offer any support to any side. Figured if we help out some then we will be left alone, mostly. I fight so my people don't need to fight." He looked to the city then to Fawkes and Ash. "Shall we head to the city?"
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