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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Oct 10, 2017 9:10:42 GMT -5
 And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
Dieter’s attention drifted down to the hefty pouch of Gil deposited into outstretched palm by the Helios’ Ambition’s treasurer. He’d gave them a curt nod before he’d pivoted on the balls of his feet, the sudden movement caused his hoary tresses to cascade wildly about his lithe silhouette. A playful smirk played at his lips as he’d ascended a spiral staircase, swiftly maneuvering down a narrow corridor until he stood outside of his room. He’d placed his palm flush against the door before applying a gentle pressure causing it to swing open. He’d grabbed a medium-sized leather sachet and swung it across his back, its’ weight providing a brief sensation of a comfort; it was an adequate substitute for the weight of his blade. He subconsciously ran his hands over his attire in an attempt to smooth out the imaginary wrinkles in his simple robes. His hand drifted up to the pendant around his neck, tucking the sapphire and ruby encrusted memento beneath his robes; it was his only link to his deceased parents. He’d be a fool to wear it openly if he was going through the streets of Rabanastre, especially if he was going down to Low Town for some personal errands. He’d left his room without so much as a word as he made his way down to the bustling Rabanastre Bazaar. He’d purchased a handful of bundles of medicinal herbs and spices from one of the local apothecaries, some freshly harvested vegetables to include potatoes, carrots, stalks of celery, and some salted wolf meat from one of the butchers. He’d deposited the last bit of Gil from the Rogue Tomato Marked Hunt into the butcher’s hand. His lips curving up into a genuine smile as he’d watched the man wrap up a couple hefty parcels of meat. He’d tentatively tucked all of his purchased into the sachet along with his now empty coin purse. He’d just spun on his heel to begin his trek to the slums of Rabanastre, Low Town, before he’d crashed into someone. His arms shout out in an effort to catch himself but his efforts were for naught as he’d stumbled back over the tail of a Bangaa. Dieter ignored the annoyed hisses as the corner of his skull bounced roughly off the side of the merchant’s stand. His vision blurred for an instance, his right hand drifting up to the side of his face. He winced as he felt the edges of a narrow gash, fortunately it was quite shallow and wasn’t bleeding heavily; it was just a gradual ooze. ”Ow…. My head. “ word 400+ ● @zidane ● Lets Feed the Orphans |
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 12, 2017 11:40:46 GMT -5
I want to...
Damn, why was he out here again? It’s been days now since he’s seen signs of civilization. Heck he hasn’t even seen any Moogles since the last town. And that was a week ago? He looked to his bare hand, brushing the pads of his digits together. He had almost forgotten what his fingers looked like, never being one to remove his gloves save for a quick wash. In this situation he had no choice and removed his gloves, as they were making his hands blister from the heat. They were safely tucked away into the saddlebag of his chocobo, despite the bird not wearing any saddle at all. It was much more stout than Ivalice birds, but his talons were sturdy enough though to march the surface of the shifting sands of the Dalmascan desert without care. The golden feathers gave the ratite a glow that seemed to halo around it as the sun bore down on them. Its curved, thick beak was more for digging than it was combat. It was clear the bird was more that of an explorer’s than a warrior’s.
Zidane had forgotten just how unforgiving this place was. This was not his first visit here, and he had honestly hoped that time was its last. Even though he had appropriate attire this time, it seemed nothing would save him from the heat. He may as well be strolling around the Forgotten Continent in mage’s robes. He had been riding through the Giza Plains for hours, having made his way down from Mount Bur-Omisace. His original goal was to look for signs of a crystal. It was not just any crystal, but one he saw in his dreams… well it didn’t seem all a smart idea now. He felt rotten, sea sick from the shifting sands -- no to be more appropriate just sun sick. The sweltering rays above were enough to give a seasoned adventurer such as himself a sense of self loathing. Riding from the sheer cold mountains down to the blistering savannah wasn’t troublesome at all. It was doing so with limited supplies. Rivers were not something Ivalice was blessed with, his last source of liquid refueling having been in Eruyt Village. Evidence of such a lack of supplies hung in his curled tail: an empty canteen that was too hot to even carry over his shoulder and the lighter, left, saddlebag that had most of his rations.
A soft warble carried up from his bird, Choco. Zidane patted his neck and looked up. It seems they were finally reaching their destination. He got word from one of the Viera residing in Eruyt that the person who may have information about a special crystal, which they called Magicite, could be found in Lowtown in Rabanastre. Arriving at the stables he had a pleasant conversation with the local Stablemoogle. She was more than willing to watch Choco and made sure he had water while Zidane ran his errands. He seemed to take good care of his chocobo that she didn’t feel she had to refuse such an uncommon request! Taking a moment to dunk his head in the nearby water trough the rogue waved to the moogle and rushed into the city, refreshed and energized.
According to Gurdy all he needed to do was keep to the right and he’d find the path to Lowtown, the slums of Rabanastre. His kind of place! A bit of cruising the market he seemed right at home. A young, blonde boy with a tail? Hardly seemed out of place among Baanga, Nu Mou, and Moogle. It did seem odd because the boy clearly seemed Hume, but given the racial tension Baanga suffered it hardly seemed their place to question it. Zidane asked around about the Magicite, and was there anyone around that sold it. He was sent from stall to stall, only to come up empty each time! The thief continued on, having secured himself an apple from a stand he passed, despite not having spared a gil. He arched a brow as a young’un seemed to make fair company with a nearby stall.
He winced, the apple in his jaw. “Ouch.” He spat it into his hand, having taken a bite. The merchantt slowly turned to look, only to find the rouge gone and a bitten apple where there had been a fresh one! “Hey… you okay?” The rook lowered himself down, crouching. He held out his hand to help the boy up, his blond tail waving behind him in pleasant cheer, much like a cat’s. He had a bright grin on his face and an air of -- kindness, something hard found in the Lowtown of Rabanastre.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Nov 25, 2017 6:50:34 GMT -5
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
The Dark Knight’s eyes narrowed marginally in annoyance, detesting the fact that the laceration on the side of his forehead had begun to sting fiercely – Rabanastre wasn’t quite the cleanliest Kingdom in Ivalice. Regrettably, due to his choice to walk down the path of a Dark Knight many centuries ago, he’d grown incapable of channeling holy magick within himself. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise though, Ivalican Historians had labeled his kinds very existence as an abomination – they were monstrosities from beyond the Empyreal Plain. If only the Hume were capable of taking a step back, perhaps they’d realize that they’d committed far worse atrocities as a whole. In a way, Dieter envied them, they’d seldom lived long enough to witness the ramifications of their actions in full effect. His head craned upwards once he’d registered that the monkey-tailed demihuman was offering to help him to his feet. He’d nodded his heads in thanks, extending his non-bloodied hand to grasp the other’s wrist. Once he’d risen to his feet with Zidane’s assistance, he’d offered a polite smile as a symbol of his gratitude. ”I should be fine in a moment or two…” What could that possibly mean? Zidane would find out as Dieter’s unsoiled hand daringly reached out to brush against an unattended dagger on the table. The moment his hand connected with the blade, his cerulean eyes widened as he’d sensed out the spirit that laid dormant within the steel vessel. He’d subconsciously began to mold and shape the spirit, conforming it to meet his current needs. A singular line of sunburst colored energy began to slid along the top of his hand, quickly spreading to form a pentagram that would no doubt encircle Zidane as well. If and when it did, Zidane would most likely notice that the energy was benevolent and seemed to grant a boon of haste and minor curative properties. Proof of this was that the gash in Dieter’s forehead had begun to knit itself closed. He scarcely registered that the merchant was shouting at them, clamoring incessantly to figure out what manner of craft he’d used. “ Were you the one asking about Magicite?’ Follow me… I can tell you what little I know … He’d asked as his hand slipped away from the dagger just as the merchant’s hand darted out towards him. Dieter chuckled to himself, his perception of the merchant was that he was moving in slow motion. Not a singular word was said as he’d pivoted on his heel and began to make his way through the crowd – making use of the newfound haste to make his way quickly to the Undertown. word 300+ ● @zidane |
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Dec 8, 2017 7:02:43 GMT -5
I want to...
Zidane’s grip tightened as he helped the young man up. It was easy to assume he was light with Deiter’s lithe build. Zidane was strong enough not need to put too much into it, but making sure to steady himself with his legs, tail curling up behind you.to balance. He had been surprised to run into such a pretty boy, especially in the slums. He'd wonder how many Alleyway Jacks had made that embarrassing mistake. He pulled his lips back in a grin, glad the young fellow was alright, if not a bit bloody. He went to speak, worried to the state of his consciousness, but he stilled his movements.
Magic seemed to grasp the air with a fierce certainty. The thief, at first, gave serious pause. His brows furrowed at the malicious looking calculations, but relaxed when he noticed a familiar warmth to the manager in the air. It was like Dagger's magic. That friendly, overencompasing sensation. That had been a pretty wicked bump, so he supposed a quick spell would do to fix it right up. Zidane let out a laugh when the spell had completed and healed the boy's wound. That was unexpected. Not many lowborn, at least where he as from, had magic. It was a certain art trained in through years of military service or a rare, natural gift afforded to healers and court wizards. Commonfolk like him and the like weren't often privvy to such things.
While he and his siblings were an exception in to the matter, he wasn't quite a Gaian native either. “Wow, impressive.” He be the first to admit. No matter how much he's experienced magic through his lifetime it never ceases to amaze him, one with absolutely no magical aptitude. “Though we better go before the shop keep calls someone.” The rogue affirmed before turning to run down an alley, which Lowtown was hardly lacking.
Walking along the thief peeled an orange, likely obtained from the rowdy vendor himself. He pulled the fruit in half and offered Deiter a piece. The young Gemone seemed friendly enough and upbeat despite the previous display. It showed he either was ignorant or a worldly sort that's seen the shadow's edge. Though he himself seemed an odd ball. He looked Hume, but was was hardly taller than a Moogle and a fine, golden tail a Nu Mou would be jealous of! His clothing was worn by travel, but he seemed for and well fed. He walked with contradiction, unless one took to believe he was a rogue in the truest of sense. Given the display of his five finger discount, the latter was easier to assume.
“Name's Zidane. Yeah, you heard of it? Figure this place was best to start with it's accessibility.” He chuckled at the them. Mouths ran fast in these sorts of places with promises of gil or profit. “Course only on rumor. Heard it's been pretty scarce since…” As wars were they often did to separate a country from its resources.
That was something he knew all too well.
As they walked the keep has indeed called help, but naught in the shape of security. Local hoodlums would do well enough to rally outsiders and gilless rats to better who them their place… Such business arrangements weren't uncommon in Lowtown. Knowing somebody always got you somewhere. Down here they didn't pretend on privilege like above. As much as they believed they rode the coattails of their fathers’ fortunes, they'd be ill mistaken of the truth.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 9, 2017 4:45:11 GMT -5
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Under the influence of his Sword Art’s boon, the Dark Knight felt his heartbeat quicken, frantically beating against the walls of his chest cavity. Simultaneously, his perception of the surrounding Bazaar and the labyrinth of Rabanastre’s alley ways was warped, it felt foreign as everything occurred in slow motion – due to Haste temporarily bolstering his brain’s cognitive prowess. He’d nodded his head in agreement with Zidane, not hesitating to continue navigating his way through the ever-winding alleyways, making sudden stops in order to speed down an adjourning pathway. Before he’d continued on his way, he’d spare a brief glance over his shoulder to ensure that he hadn’t lost the unscrupulous fair-haired thief. Dieter only stopped once he’d felt the influence of the Magick in his veins being burnt up, his perception returning to normal.
The corner of his lips twitched upwards, the faintest hint of a smile present on his face as he’d reluctantly accepted his half of the offered orange. He’d popped a few of the sections into his mouth, savoring the citric flavor that exploded against his palate. He’d looked down at the satchel that he’d never once relinquished through all of this, hesitantly opening its’ top to verify that the contents hadn’t been ruined – he didn’t have the coin to replace it all. He breathed a sigh of relief, pleased to know that he’d still be able to feed the Low Town Orphans. Perhaps, he could even made use of his newfound accomplice. It was a fair trade, wasn’t it? His head craned in Zidane’s direction as the vagabond began introductions. Their name wasn’t native to the Ivalican Tongue, not to mention the man’s features didn’t quite match any of the known races – it was a safe bet that this man wasn’t from this realm.
Ivalice had seen its’ fair share of travelers after the recent upsurge of Heartless – many came interested in trade, prospective knowledge, though some helped with the extermination. He was grateful for the later, those creatures had proved to be quite the persistent thorn in his side. They’d seemed content to target the children of Low Town for some unknown reason. Though, they’d typically switched their target whenever he’d came around, perhaps they’d viewed him as the bigger threat – or that they knew of the darkness that laid dormant within his heart. His lips parted as he spoke, his stormy eyes remaining on Zidane’s face.
“My name is Dieter Wolfram… of course most people have… It is common knowledge… Magicite is used to power much of what we have… Of course, there isn’t an excess.”
He explained, carefully opening a sliding gate that lead down into the depths of Low Town. He descended the stairs, undeterred by the smell of sickness, filth and death – he’d spent a lifetime wallowing through it all.
“I can show you where you can harvest some… However, I require your assistance with an errand of my own first...”
His voice trailed off as he heard the excitable shouts of children, it was followed shortly by the sound of their footfall. He’d swung the satchel over his shoulder, finishing the remnants of his orange to free up his other hand. He’d laughed to himself, clearly bemused as the children grabbed at his unoccupied hand, trying to drag him to wherever they’d set up their makeshift kitchen. They new that his presence meant that they wouldn’t go hungry, not to mention it meant that they’d learn something new. Yes, the once proud warrior had taken to teaching the children basic skills in order to survive. He’d prayed that they’d be able to join the ranks of Marked Hunters – it paid well and meant they’d be taken care of by their guild. He didn’t dare think of the associated risk, one thatt he knew all to well.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Dec 22, 2017 11:56:33 GMT -5
I want to...
Rumors are sometimes all an adventurer had to go on. Where myth was a prevalent form of storytelling and tall tales a staple for a bard, the thief knew a lie or two could be the difference of getting beer and liquor at the bar. Seeing as his troupe was famous for their nigh mythological tales of knights and dragons, Zidane knew better than to take rumors at face value. But there was always the fact that wherever there was a rumor there has to be a spark of truth to start the fire. And the fire has gotten far. Zidane had been across the desert in the Garif Village of Jahara. Those folk didn't seem to have reason to lie to Zidane, but they also seemed that kind to stay out of the business from others. The take has been carried on the sands by another adventurer, some scholar.
Though, for now, that was invaluable.
He made sure to keep pace with Dieter, the rouge used to the twists and turns of the slums. While he lived in the rocher portion of town back home, where alleys were the least of one's worries, he spent much time amongst the dregs of society in Treno and other unscrupulous territories. Zidane folded his arm behind his head as he kept pace with Dieter.
“Name's Zidane!” Now that was a pretty foreign name. It sounded almost like an Empire name… “So it's common but uncommon. Sounds like airships back home.” In truth as widely used and known Airships were there stood to be quite few individuals who had the luck, or even funds, to fly one. Let alone the newer, Mistless breeds Cid had been churning out.
Harvest, huh? That seemed fair. He could help out with something if it meant he could get something. Besides there wasn't any reason to refuse the guy if he needed help. “Sure,” he would agree without hesitation. “Sounds fair!” the tailed rogue seemed, at least, a reasonable fellow.
It wasn't until a clamor filled his ears upon entering the warrior's abode. Memories came rushing in as he recalled his youth. When Baku came home the lot of them rushed down to greet him and get their grubby hands onto food. Dirty faces, bruised arms, a sign of a busy childhood, and runny noses. Yeah it was home! The their curled his tail up and let out a laugh as he rest back on his heel, his left boot tucking behind his right, keeping him balanced.
“I didn't know you were a mother.” He teased the ex-knight. “Well it's a good thing I brought these.” He reached behind his back and pulled out a few apples which he began to juggle. “So are we making dinner mom?” He winked at Dieter and tossed an apple, one by one, to the brats.
There were tough to be shared among them, hardly enough for each kid to have their own, still… where did he carry those apples? A rogue never revealed his secrets, but one could be sure he was a pickpocket or some sort of crook to sleight of hand such a prize. Or course the stallkeep he had taken the apple from was one of the local Nu You merchants. He was not at all pleased by the missing stock. The bitten apple Zidane left behind earlier was taken by the shopkeep and sniffed. He would track the blond haired punk down. Of course he'd not be going alone… he would be bringing a Hume and Bangaa companion. A small coalition of vanguard of the community, at least for the merchants always dealing with the pickpockets of Lowtown.
“How many brats do you have here? Not raising a bunch of tiny rogues are ya?” He crouched down and took one of the apple and pulled it clean in half with a controlled strength.
It was curious just what Zidane was. He had a warm air about him, someone who pulled you into his own pace. He seemed lackadaisical about what went on around him, yet happy and focused on what was in front of him.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 24, 2017 20:02:35 GMT -5
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The Dark Knight breathed an audible sigh of relief, evidently elated at the prospect of having an additional hand to deal with the swarm of children – no Warrior’s Gauntlet could compare to the nerve-wracking, arduous task of being a caretaker. He’d willingly submitted to the children, letting them excitably drag him throughout Low Town. The Genome’s attempt at riling him up as met only with a momentary heated glare, immediately undermined by the mirthful grin that spread across his features. The Archdaemon blinked once or twice in disbelief, his expression shifting from joyous to that of confusion. Where was he hiding those? When did he pilfer them? Was it after I’d cracked my head? , Dieter wondered to himself. A few of the children paused, stopping to admire Zidane as he’d begun juggling the handful of apples – their saucer like eyes betraying their true intentions.
Oddly enough, they’d paused to look at their caretaker as if searching for his approval – which they were given in the form of a curt nod of his head. He’d chuckled at their exaggerated, elated moans as they’d bit into their fruit, savoring the sweetness that assaulted their palette. Few took more than three or fours bites before they’d passed it along, ensuring that more people got to enjoy their gift – he’d taught them the importance of caring for one another. At that point, it dawned on him that he’d never quite answered Zidane’s question. He’d smiled playfully before shaking his head, ruffling an Orphan’s hair before he’d answered.
“No, not dinner but lunch before our hunt.”
Dieter answered in a matter-of-a-fact tone as he’d rounded a corner. Zidane would discover a handful of wounded Veteran, an elderly woman who’d set up an over-sized cauldron. The Dark Knight regarded each with a polite smile, momentarily pausing to inspect the cauldron – it was three quarters of the wall full of crystal clear water. He’d brought his fingers to his lips, pursing them momentarily as he’d mentally recited an incantation. Once he’d finished the wordless chant, the air around them grew humid before an amaranthine flame burst into existence in the center of his palm. He brought it closer to his lips before he’d blew softly, the flames spiraled outwards in a downwards arc that disappeared underneath the cauldron. The next second, they could smell the robust odor of burning wood. The flames quickly grew in intensity under his ministrations. Soon enough, the tepid water would come to a rolling boil.
“More than a handful… No, I am not raising them to be rogues per say. I teach them what I can about hunting, surviving… I try to break the cruel cycle…”
He’d admitted as he’d set the satchel down on top of a crate. One of the elderly woman brought him a crude knife, and a smooth plank of wood that had countless small gouges marring its’ back. He’d placed it down, once more calling up his flame to sterilize the blade before he’d begun to chop up the various bits of meat, herbs, and vegetables. What made it rather nerve wracking was the fact he’d never bothered to look down, no instead his attention was on the children and Zidane – he knew his way around a blade.
“You wouldn’t mind entertaining them for a couple minutes, would you?”
He asked softly setting the knife down in order to tuck a few of his flaxen tresses behind his ears and give one of the children his undivided attention.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Jan 11, 2018 8:51:52 GMT -5
I want to...
Zidane grinned as the urchins ate their treat. He couldn't help but laugh as he watched them share. His brothers and him.were never the sharing type when it came to food. They were always rowdy at the table, grabbing what they could because of old habits… Growing up in the streets you'd never know when your next meal would arrive. Zidane, having been found by Baku early, never gained those instincts. He was never fast enough to get a good helping. He was elbowed, shoved and eventually bit his brothers, starting an even bigger fight. But… he did remember that Cinna always saved him a plate… He shook his head and rubbed his arm over his eyes. Man…
So the guy cooked? A real homemaker this one! Just a look around revealed it just more than a bunch of orphans that lost mommy and daddy. There were done older folk around that didn't even have the strength to leave the warm company of the cooking space. He remembered those cold nights in the clock tower. His saving grace was that there was always just enough of them to fend off the bitter nips of the wintry months. And while high above the plains below, Lindblum was known to get a drift or two.
Pushing off from the crouch he looked over to Dieter and laughed. This guy wasn't bad at all. “You'd be the apple of Quina’s eye!” He cheered as he moved over to the cook pot to peer in. No telling who this Quina was, so the context would more than likely be lost on the Dark Swordsman. “Entertainment? Is that all I am to you?!” The rouge put his hand to his chest, dramatically.
The thief put his gloved finger to his lips and flipped backwards with a kick-back jump. The flip was pretty impressive given he made it without a running start. He held his arms out in a ta-dah moment before bowing. He supposed he could. They were just kids and a crowd! Zidane did have a blast being the center of attention. He pulled his cloak over his shoulders and began to weave a tale for for a bard.
It was a story about two thieves who were looking for a copy made of gold. Cunning, clever, and charismatic they were able to love life on the charity and gullibility of others. They were able to sneak onto a ship, a promise left to those they owed money to that they would find the city a d pay off all their debts. They managed to find the city, but those who sought to take their debts from the two hunted them. The people who lived in the city of gold, an old civilization who had yet to invent airships, were a peaceful people and had no defenses from the machinations of those from the cities. Having been taken care of by the people the two rogues decided it was their responsibility to stop the hooligans from doing them harm and destroying the village. They would destroy what was the only way into the city and taken into custody. Taken to trial they were freed by the judge who could not believe the debtors were foolish enough to think a city of gold existed in the first place.
The rogues learned that value of being good people. It was lovely talk of warning. Those who felt you owed them would hurt you down and in this case it was no different as the stall owners searched for the Dark Knights hovel. They'd be paid one way or another…
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 15, 2018 18:33:27 GMT -5
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Dieter’s head craned to the left at Zidane’s compliment, his brows knitted together suggesting that he was confused. This was to be expected though, Zidane hadn’t given him any context regarding this “Quina” – who or what was that? Before he could inquire about that tidbit, Zidane’s dramatic flair presented itself as the Genome voiced his discontent while placing his gloved hand to his chest – his body language suggesting that he was offended. However, it became clear it was a part of the act as Zidane brought a singular gloved finger to his lips. What was he about to do? Dieter wondered, his innate curiosity gnawing threatening to consume him – almost putting a pause to the preparation of dinner entirely. The children let out an elated shout as Zidane performed a backflip without any buildup, their claps echoed through Lowtown as the Genome bowed.
A few of the children let out discontent sighs, believing that their entertainment for the evening had already come to an end. A few eyed Zidane with curiosity as he’d brought his cloak over his shoulders, setting the mood for the tale he’d woven. Zidane’s tale kept the children on edge, they kept inching closer and closer until they sat in a large semi-circle surrounding the Genone. Periodically, an “Oh” an “Ah” or an excited “wow” slipped from between their lips. Dieter chuckled to himself as he’d finished the rest of the preparation for the meal. He’d dumped the rest of the ingredients into the pot, stirring it as he’d chuckled to himself. Was this story perhaps Zidane’s own? Such a possibility couldn’t be entirely dismissed – especially with the existence of other worlds.
“That was quite a tale.”
Dieter admitted as he’d increased the intensify of the flame, his nostrils flaring as he’d inhaled the medicinal aroma of the soup. A few elderly women and men emerged from their hovels, some carried crude wooden bowls, others carried shoddy utensils. Regardless, no one came without contributing something. Those that didn’t have anything to give, offered their time and services by dishing out the meal – filling each bowl to the brim. It took perhaps five minutes for everyone minus himself and Zidane to be served, a problem which Dieter dealt with himself as he’d filled a bowl with a hearty helping. He’d carried it over to Zidane and offered a polite smile.
“Thank you……”
Before Dieter could continue with his sincere, heartful thanks. Dieter’s eyes narrowed as he’d noticed the presence of a handful of Bangaa and Hume. None of whom seemed to thrilled with being in the midst of Lowtown. Dieter’s grip on the kitchen knife tightened the closer the outsiders drew to the children.
“We finally found ye thief and your accomplice….. Where are the wares you stole, ye bloody scoundrel!”
The Bangaa roared in annoyance, his hand already inching towards the blade that rested at his side. Dieter’s eyes narrowed as he’d concealed the knife in the small of his back. He’d began to step in the vangaurd’s direction, his eyes warily regarding each of his comrades with caution.
“Children, I think you should eat inside. Myself and Zidane need to have a talk with these fine gentlemen.”
Dieter’s tone though soft held a commanding undertone, one that the children headed immediately. As one of the children with an apple in his mouth tried to walk past the Bangaa, its’ eyes narrowed as it went to reach out for the child. In that same instance, Dieter had lunged forward and closed the remainder of the distance and placed his blade flush against his neck.
“Make one more move… and you will regret it.”
Dieter stated firmly, ignoring the fact his companions had already drawn their weapons and one had even leveled an arrow with Dieter. A few were also inching past in order to get closer to Zidane.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Jan 30, 2018 11:13:25 GMT -5
I want to...
Zidane loved telling a good story. The rouge loved even better he had a captivating audience. His tale came with action, betrayal and heroism! He drew his dagger and stood on the stance of a fencer, the hero telling of how menace he faced could do naught but harbor hate, but the thief -- ah, hero, still wished to save him. In the end the villain chose to remain evil and it left the hero with no choice but to slay him to save the kingdom, though it weighed heavy on his heart.
“...with a heavy heart the hero ran our villain through!” He thrust his dagger forward and with a wet shunk -- an apple lay slain at the end of his weapon. “...I’m sorry brother, but you can rest now.” And so the plot twist was revealed! The Dastardly evil-doer was actually the hero’s brother! “In the end the hero could not accept such a title. So in the stead of marrying the princess and becoming rich, he decided to travel the world and protect families in need.” He looked up when Dieter offered a compliment.
Zidane reached the stabbed apple to his mouth and took a bite. Before letting the hood of his cloak slid off his head. The rouge looked at the dark knight in question. There had been really no need to thank him. It was always fun telling his stories and having a good old time. All it needed was a bit more liquor and the rogue would be in complete contentment. Though in aways it did to embarrass him to get praised so earnestly. Zidane pressed his gloved hand to the back of his head, swallowing his bit of apple before laughing.
“What are you thanking me for, it isn’t as if I need a reason to help out or anything.” Which the rogue has proven many times today, as it was. When the group barged in Zidane continued to casually eat the stolen fruit, the crunching bites echoing over the Bangaa’s wail of discontent. “Wares?” He bit down into the apple again and finished it off. “What wares?” He looked to the kids and gave a thumbs up over Dieter’s shoulder which the guy, no matter how lithe and womanly he was, was still a touch taller than the thief.
Zidane stretched, his one blade still in hand as he looked to the fellows preparing to try and entrap them. They were outnumbered and outarmed. The thief felt that this should be remedied! Dashing forward with a blinding speed that the rogue was famed for, the archer would find he was without an arrow. Zidane stood beside the rowdy Bangaa and wiggled it tauntingly as he swept his leg under the large lizard to clip his legs and take the towering troublemaker down. The Banga cried out when he soon found himself making friends with the floor. The rogue drew his second blade, discarding the arrow and standing the merchants down.
“Looks like we get to dance after all!” And he thought this would be a quiet day!
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 16, 2018 22:23:02 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Despite the gravity of the situation, Dieter’s breath came in controlled burst, his nostrils flared outwards in annoyance. Never once did he bother to advert his attention to the Bangaa, his blade remained pressed flush against the lizard’s throat. Dieters’ eyes darkened forebodingly, his sclera transforming into a deep onyx, the corner of his irises had begun to shift from his lackluster verdant to an iridescent yellow. The Bangaa’s throat seized, one could hear the fearful audible gulp as it’d felt Dieter’s gaze bore into him – piercing right down to his very soul. If one tried to describe Dieter’s gaze, it was cold, callused and devoid of emotion – the eyes of someone whom had taken the live of another and felt no remorse.
“ Last chance, leave now..”
Dieter purred, his tone velvety and seductive despite having dropped two entire octaves. Out of his peripherals, Dieter noted a vast majority of the children had already retreated into the safety of their makeshift hovels. He could hear Zidane as he’d egged the Bangaa’s companions on, enunciating his inquiry with a purposeful bite – an audible crunch disrupting the awkward silence that had befallen the group. Unbeknownst to Dieter, Zidane had engaged the Hume Archer, making use of his lithe build to close the instance. The thief’s nimble fingers curling around the drawn arrow, one that he mockingly wagged at the nearby Bangaa before clipping the lizard’s feet from out beneath him.
The lizard gave an alarmed cry, his clawed talons raking through the air as he attempted to steady himself. However, he was unable to right himself before he’d toppled to the ground. A low growl of annoyance rumbled deep within his chest, its’ intensity growing when Zidane discarded the stolen arrow and brandished his second blade. Of course, this interaction prompted the Dark Knight to momentarily glance in Zidane’s direction, a careless mistake on his half. When he went to turn his head back towards the Bangaa, he’d only saw a flash of claws and a massive green tail hurtling in his direction. While he managed to stumble back to narrowly avoid being gouged, he wasn’t able to avoid the tail.
A pained hiss escaped from between his lips as the resulting blow sent him toppling to the side.
“Stupid Hume, you should know never to take your eyes of a Bangaa.”
Dieter only glared in response as he’d heard the audible squeak of the Hume’s bow as he’d notched yet another arrow and centered it on the small of Zidane’s back. Before he could lose the arrow, Dieter’s hand shot out in their direction, his lips moving in rapid chant as he’d conjured singular plume of fire.
“Fire.”
Before the Archer realized what, he had said, Dieter’s plume had exploded against his side, the arrow firing would veer off its’ intended course, missing Zidane’s head by mere inches. The Bangaa on the floor elected to make use of this possible distraction, his clawed hands shooting out for Zidane’s lower extremities.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Feb 19, 2018 19:18:05 GMT -5
It seemed the kids took cover. Pretty smart but that meant goons like this often caused problems. An apple or two and they respond with this kind of force? Geeze, all this for some apples? It was much too much! The rouge would feel a gust of air whiz past his head, the arrow in question firing passed his skull and into a post with an audible thunk! His blonde tail stiffened as the short furs stiffened, his back straightening from the near hit! With a smooth motion his tail would curl about in an S motion, the fur smoothing down before he turned his head slightly. He caught the Bangaa underfoot in his peripheral, but the thief was not as quick as he hoped from his position. In moving to protect his more sensitive regions the Genome tucked down, letting his head take the swipe. Bangaa were stronger than expected so the thief was sent rolling back along the ground. Springing to his feet he fell into a crouch and held his hands over his head, hissing in pain, blades still tightly clutched in his grip.
That was going to sting for a while. Though there seemed to be no wound, it did burn.
The Bangaa let out a cackling sound from his throat, lips pulling back over his sharp teeth. “You’re going to pay for ssstealing from us!” The victorious, floppy eared Ivalician stood from his prone position, flexing his claws after his vicious swipe at Zidane.
Bangaa were no strangers to combat and being as big as they were they could stand their ground more fiercely than your average Nu Mou. Alone a Bangaa could exceed 195cm so they were heads above the rogue. Tough skin and gnashing teeth made it hard not to call these guys lizards, but you’d likely suffer more than a concussion for such slanderous remarks. After making sure he wasn’t bleeding the young thief turned his head up at the cocky thug.
Zidane offered a squint to the hulking fellow, the rest of the goon squad looking ready to rain hurt on the duo. “Us?” Zidane retorted, letting his arms lean over the tops of his knees. “I only stole from one of you.” He smirked, leaning his head to the side. “And you needed five of you to go after two guys?” He looked to Dieter. The guy looked about ready to tear these guys a new one.‘That’s a guy?!’ The Archer allll the way in the back. The others gave pause and looked back at him, wincing at his lack of perception. He was the archer for pete’s sake! It seems they were fooled by the Dark’s pretty face! Zidane shrugged at Dieter, pushing to his feet in the process. He rolled his shoulders as his tail slung behind him and swayed side to side as the pupils of his bright blue eyes focused on the Bangaa before him. So might made right, huh? The thief twirled his blade in his right hand, letting the blade point to the air while he kept the left blade poised downward. For a moment the Bangaa was startled. In the back the Archer, having regained his focus, notched another arrow and took aim at Dieter, launching another shot at the youth. Before the Bangaa thug could blink Zidane took off running. The Genome was pretty quick on his feet, acrobatic and had strength to boot. Turning his blade to the side the thief would aim the dull portion to the Bangaa’s body, before swinging with enough force that the rumbling rush sent the heavy set Ivalician several feet back, but he would manage to keep his balance. The Bangaa pressing his hand to his chest. The attack would raise a bruise, but little more.The Bangaa laughed. “Ha! Is that al--guck!” Was all that left his beak because as soon as he spoke Zidane release his blade’s soul forcing silence on the mouthy fellow.This action caused two other of the thugs to charge Zidane, the Archer still on Dieter and the shopkeep himself in the back looking to be digging in his belt pouch for something. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 3, 2018 5:33:10 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The Dark Knight let out an audible wince as the prone Bangaa swept out at Zidane with its’ razor-sharp claws. His verdant eyes widened in surprise as the Genome folded himself nearly in hand to protect his sensitive nether regions. Though, perhaps the thief had grossly miscalculated his defensive endeavors as the brunt of the Bangaa’s palm connected solidly with Zidane’s head. Dieter wasn’t surprised in the least as the resulting force was enough to uproot the lithe monkey-tailed rogue, the forward momentum sent him sprawling forward. Sadly, if it weren’t for the gravity of their current predicament, perhaps, Dieter would have chastised Zidane for his carelessness – even the children weren’t that hard-headed.
Thought in truth, a part of him was pleasantly surprised that Zidane hadn’t released his vice-like grip upon his daggers. It certainly would have been problematic if either of them ended up getting disarmed, especially given their opponent’s numeric and strategic advantage. When presented with the opportunity, Zidane didn’t hesitate to boldly insult the group. It wasn’t until the Archer quipped about Dieter’s gender that his eyes visibly twitched in annoyance. The Dark Knight’s head snapped in that direction, his lips moving in a rapid chant that caused a sudden luxation in the ambient magick energy. Oh that poor soul, they’d inadvertently brought the brunt of Dieter’s wraith down upon them as he’d invoked Firaga – a top tier spell seldom used by anyone other than a Court Magican.
When he’d finished the incantation, Dieter’s hand extended out in the man’s direction, a suddenly pyroclasm erupting from his outstretched hand. Sadly, the Archer’s arrow would never find purchase in its’ target, every bit of the arrow was reduced to nothing more than ash by Dieter’s ministrations. To his surprise, Zidane charged the Bangaa that had roughed him up just moments prior. The Thief made full use of his superior speed, smacking the blunt portion of his blade against the Bangaa’s chest. At first glance, this did little more than knock the man back, however something mysterious happened – whatever Zidane had done had managed to silence the Bangaa.
Well, it certainly was a blessing to say the least, it’d abated a portion of Dieter’s frustration. For the time being, Zidane would be forced to contend with the two foes that were charging him. One had brandished a generic short sword and the other had a crude cudgel, neither of which seemed particularly competent with their brandished weapons – odds where they were newly contracted mercenaries. The Shopkeepers attempts to rife through his pockets went unnoticed by Dieter for the time being, he was already preoccupied with rushing the Archer. If his flames hadn’t been enough of a deterrent, Dieter made used of this oppugned to close the gap in between them.
The Dark Knight’s blade arced out abruptly, its’ steel cleaving through the taunt bowstring, snapping it in twain. However to his surprise, the burnt archer still attempted to bat him away using the remnants of his weapon.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Mar 20, 2018 10:44:08 GMT -5
The Bangaa wheezed out a soundless heave escaping his throat. Clutching his chest the shopkeep found himself in a bit of a panic. What sorcery was this?! Tears welled at the edges of his eyes, narrow snout raising up to glare at the crooked tailed crook who had a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. The dirty-cheeked rogue smirked, head cocking to the side slightly. “ What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” The thief mocked. The pyroclastic blast shot at the mis-genderng Archer turned his ammunition into shoe polish. You’d almost feel for the guy but he kept at it, a last ditch attempt to keep his guts.“ Ahh ha! I don’t need this!” He sobbed and dropped the scraggling remnants bow fleeing from the scene. He was not paid enough for this nonsense! The two idiots heading into him from the front didn’t seem to get the concept of giving up and well, that was fine. The short sword cut out toward him, but the agile thief would leap up and land the whole of his weight on the flat of the blade, his heeled boot working it like the ledge of a building. The unexpected action caused the mercenary to lose his grip , the hilt flying up and out of his hand and clean into his chin. When the man tried to tumble back Zidane landed his other foot on his face to leap off. The cudgel wielding ally swung for the boy’s knees only to hit air. “ What the hell?” He looked around, the rogue having pulled some disappearing act. “ Sorry to disappoint.” The genome’s voice carried from behind the brute. He whipped around only to meet with a shimmering, pink blade. He smirked and dropped his weapon, but Zidane dropped into a crouch and elbowed him in the stomach while his ally recollected himself after taking a whole thief to the face. He would scramble to pick up his blade and charge the monkey-tailed hooligan. The Bangaa shopkeep hadn’t recovered his voice, but that wouldn’t stop him. With Dieter focused on the archer he would pick up a rock and sneak up behind the Dark Knight. Raising his hand he would come down with the intent to clip the side of the frail looking knight’s head. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 22, 2018 17:14:58 GMT -5
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What a pitiful display, a genuine disgrace to the name Sellsword , the Dark Knight mused internally, his disgust evident upon his features – it was a mockery to the title he’d once held. Dieter’s teeth ground audibly against one another in frustration as the Archer’s shrill cries assaulted his senses. Still, he was surprised that the Archer discarded the remnants of his weapons, tossing them at the base of his feet. His attention shifted from the Archer’s shrinking silhouette towards the monkey-tailed Genome. Zidane’s antics did little to improve his soured mood, but one could still see the corner of his lips twitch – threatening to curl upwards.
Deep down, the Dark Knight surmised the Rogue was simply toying with them, amusing himself at their expense. Still, Zidane’s unorthodox fighting style definitely piqued his interest, especially given how he’d maneuvered himself to propel himself upwards. The resulting momentum not only disarmed one of the two aggressors, it’d also launched the hilt of the blade into his chin. By this point, Dieter couldn’t suppress his laughter, a bell-like laughter slipping from between his lips. His laughter only intensified as Zidane used the man’s face as a platform.
Zidane’s athletic performance placed him directly behind his attacker, whom was still trying to process where the playful Rogue had vanished to. Dieter’s brow arched upwards as he’d watched as Zidane delivered a sharp elbow to the man’s stomach – he’d give an amateur monk a run for their money. However, Dieter was so entranced that he’d entirely forgotten about the Shop Keep until he heard the faint whistling as the Bangaa brought the rock down at the side of his head. When the rock smashed against Dieter’s head, surprisingly, the Dark Knight remained unfazed despite the trickle of blood that began to stem from the side of his head.
“That was a grave mistake…”
Dieter said softly, his tone grave and devoid of emotion as he’d pivoted to face the shop keep. Dieter’s unoccupied hand darted out, his spindly fingers closing around the Bangaa’s throat. Beneath his fingers, he could feel the scales bending inwards as he’d increased the pressure exerted. He could feel the muscles that laid beneath as they’d begun to involuntary spasm – even if the man could speak no sound would come out. With surprising ease, Dieter managed to heft the man from the ground, raising him until the tip of his tail could barely graze the ground.
“Pathetic.”
Dieter said to no one in particular as he’d savagely tossed the man aside, watching as he’d clutched at his throat and attempted to regain his composure.
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