Off to War [IC] - Page 5

Theroc · 16th July 2009, 08:39 PM

Aidan grunted and gasped for air as he fell onto his knee, unable to recover his wind as the man turned to proceed towards Lora, before hearing him scream. Well, at least someone managed to do something to intimidate the man. Aidan could only hope the woman wouldn't think too much less of him for being beaten so easily... but he decided to make a last ditch effort...

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HolyMan · 18th July 2009, 06:31 AM

Aidan moves to take the feet out from under his attacker who he believes is moving toward Lora. Missing with his swing he turns his head to see the man backing away from her and quickly.

"A witch you be!", he yells backing away then turning to hustle around a small tent into the night. Leaving Aidan kneeling in the dirt and a giant Lora appearing to stand over him. A short pause comes as Lora looks to the young man still not sure what to make of him.

"And what, what is going on here?" comes a familiar old voice from a familiar old man.

Myth and Legend · 18th July 2009, 09:02 AM

Lora felt joy when she saw the man scurry away - apparently he didn't like magic at all. This was a welcome break for her indeed - at least one thing went right tonight. "One of the soldiers decided he could have "fun" - Lora spit out the word like venom. - with me, and this lad got beaten up for trying to stop him."

HolyMan · 18th July 2009, 11:42 PM

Slowly moving over to Aidan, the old man never takes his eyes off Lora. Even as he leans over to ask, "You all, all right?" he keeps his eye on Lora and her nearly twenty foot weapon.

Theroc · 19th July 2009, 03:24 AM

"Aye, I'm fine sir. Took the wind outta me, he did... could hardly breathe for a bit... but it seems... this girl scared him off... is this girl a noble? If what me mum tells me is true... only the rich or the truly gifted could wield magic..." The boy muttered softly, with a volume he hoped only the older man would hear, before he stood up to mutter his apologies to the girl, in a somewhat louder tone he anticipated both would hear. He wasn't particularly proud of how easily he'd been put out of commission, but at least he tried...

"Beg yer pardon miss, seems I'm not as able as I'd thought I was... 'spose I gotta work harder if I'm ta be much use 'round here..."

Myth and Legend · 20th July 2009, 07:55 PM

Lora felt a little amusement when she saw the men become so easily intimidated by a simple magical trick. They would have surely soiled their pants had they witnessed some of Mirella's more powerful spells.

Thinking about her mentor made Lora reluctant to lie, even in this situation. "I am not of noble birth although you flatter me in saying so. I am, however, in the possession of a document that should have granted me at least a bit of cooperation in this troll's den."

As she was saying that, Lora eyed the old man sideways, considering the chance of him actually remembering Arthur if he regarded her with awe rather than trying to rush off to do his business.

"Also, thank you for standing up for me, and giving it your best. My tongue can be sharp when i am wary of strangers, so you must forgive my previous rudeness. My name is Loreen." Lora extended her hand and then remembered she was still under the effects of her spell, which made her palm equal to the size of the lad's chest, and retracted it back. The little annoying voice in the back of her head buzzed yet again, reminding her how cute the boy actually was.

Theroc · 4th August 2009, 10:51 PM

"I'd wager I co... co-op...cooperated as much as I could have, miss..." Aidan managed before she proceeded to apologize for her mistrust.

Aidan smiled at Loreen's mention of a sharp tongue, remembering some of the things the girl's in the nearby village used to call each other or the other boys, who always did things like peeping or harassing the girls, while he worked the farm or wandered in the woods.

"No harm done, Miss Loreen, mah name's Aidan Burke... simple farmboy fer now..."

HolyMan · 5th August 2009, 02:57 AM

"Hrhmp!", the wrinkled old man clears his throat loudly. "And... and I, I am Fallon. Cook, herbalist, and camp follower," he says. "And if, if the commotion is over with I will withdraw to let you two stare at one another somemore."

And with that he starts to turn, but just as quickly spins towards the two younger people. "Wait now, now I could use another set of hands at the moment, specially ones so big as hers," he chuckles. "Please come, come along quickly." he says going the opposite way from his original direction.

For the second time tonight Loreen and Aidan find themselves alone watching the old man walk off.

Myth and Legend · 5th August 2009, 08:07 PM

Lora sighed and wrinkled her nose, like she always did when something was not to her fancy. "Well then I suppose I have to follow him. I can't continue my search during the night."

The young Wizard (or Witch as she thought of herself), discontinued her spell and returned to her normal 5' 4" stature, so that she would not stand out like a rock in the sand.

Lora then helped Aidan up, and could not stop herself from flinching when the boy touched her hand. She forcefully made herself look calm, even though the feeling of a man's skin against her own ran unpleasant chills down her spine. The boy's hands were strong and the palms were roughened with calluses, signifying he was no stranger to manual labor or perhaps the wielding of shafted weapons.

"I have a lotion that could remedy your skin, I use it myself to keep my hands soft even when i train with my halberd." Lora forced a smile, revealing teeth more than anything else. "Damn it i'm so bad at being social!" the girl thought with annoyance, as she refastened her ponytail.

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Theroc · 5th August 2009, 09:02 PM

Aidan blinked slightly as the girl helped him up. That wasn't at all how his mother taught him things should be, but perhaps his mother had been subconsciously attempting to groom him as a noble boy? Whatever the case, he accepted the help, though he blinked again at the concept of 'remedying' his skin.

"Beg yer pardon, Miss Loreen? What's wrong with me skin?" He looked slightly confused, before chuckling at the old man's response. Regardless of his confusion, he still smiled pleasantly to the girl.

"I wasn't starin'! Mum always told me staring were impolite!" He called out, before taking a step in the direction the old man was going, before turning back to make sure Loreen was coming along this time.

Myth and Legend · 5th August 2009, 09:31 PM

"It's uh... leathery. From hard work i would guess. Or maybe those javelins you like throwing? I... uh - damn it i am not comfortable at all! - well anyway let's hurry after Fallon, I would not welcome another... suitor."

Lora frowned, after which her face became cold and emotionless. The girl mounted her glaive on her right shoulder, the weapon's weight feeling familiar and somewhat calming Lora's feelings. Inside, she felt shame, awkwardness, dread and a tiny bit of fondness for this otherwise quite handsome lad, the feelings turbulently swinging in Lora's head.

Usually a reserved, collected and logical person, Lora found herself uncomfortable with the massive avalanche of emotions that was sliding down the slope of her mind. The years spent as Mirella's apprentice had dulled the painful memories of her youth, but they had also alienated Lora from the rest of the world and it's inhabitants. There were no cute, dark skinned boys to be had in the old Witch's hut.

Lora followed the two men, delved in her thoughts, when suddenly she froze with an angered expression. "Fallon! One of the soldiers here just tried to have his way with me, and beat up a comrade! Is that not considered a crime? You seem hardly interested in this offense!"

HolyMan · 5th August 2009, 10:40 PM

The old man stops sharply and turns his wrinkled old head to the two young people. "Offenses?, offenses are a regular part here and now." he answers the young lady. "And the best, best thing to do is keep yourself small, the rules are simple. Might makes right if two men have a grieviance then they settle it in the circles."

His face takes on a worried look, as if he has said to much. "There is, is no law here the camp is a shamble of disorder and chaos but soon, soon maybe we can make Bear see the right of things."

He stops at the edge of what he called the disorder and shambles and it is evident in the way this camp is compared to the neat rows of tents and cook fires not 50 yards across from where they stand. "Now I, I need you to take a message to Bea... Lord Bairan, Tell him that Martomum is in trouble in the western woods. That should, should be enough. And don't, don't fear of anyone else trying to force their person on you again m'lady. In there, there is order... ironfisted order."

Looking at the confused young people, he smiles wrinkling his face even further, "Any questions, questions?" he asks.

Theroc · 5th August 2009, 11:12 PM

Aidan blinked as Loreen mentioned his rough hands.

"Pa says the ladies liked well worked hands... proves a man don't shirk from hard work? That not so where yer from?"

Then Aidan heard Loreen's accusation, and blinked, realizing it hadn't even occurred to him that the man would go unpunished. The man nearly attempted to rape a girl, and he'd be let loose? He had naturally assumed the military would handle its own affairs, keeping discipline in the ranks. Then the man explained more about this task.

Aidan scratched his head. Who was Martomum, how would they prove they were who they said they were? Where was Lord Bairan?

"Er... who be Martomum and Lord Bairan? And where is this Lord Bairan, and how will we prove we are legitimate messengers? And... I'll have to be working on gettin' my skills better so I can meet that bastard in the circles and teach him a lesson in manners..."

HolyMan · 5th August 2009, 11:21 PM

"Hmm... Yes good, good questions all you have anything to add my dear?" he says with a bemused smile.

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Myth and Legend · 6th August 2009, 07:31 AM

To Aidan's comment, Lora answered with a distracted voice: "You don't carry yourself covered in blood so that you can prove your skill with a sword. The person who will care weather or not you are hard working, will have a chance to know you regardless of the condition of your hands."

Lora thought the situation over in her mind. A chance to meet with the lord was actually a welcome advantage - she would have more grounds on which she could use her forged note in other parts of the camp, and she could also ask him for a favor should he prove benevolent.

There was nothing to be done about the man that attacked them for now, so the girl decided to drop the subject, although Lora knew she would never forget the offense, nor would she forgive it.

"What are we to do once we deliver the message?" As she was talking, Lora took out the forged note, folded it several times and shoved it down her cleavage. "I am an idiot, dressing in such a revealing garment. I should cover those up the first chance i get."