Post by Achaius Winter-Wolf on Jul 6, 2015 19:54:41 GMT
[Israh] The cell she had been within was quite comfortable to the small of stature rabble rouser. There was little to no medical attention given to her due to her retaliation to the men that tried to restrain her for ‘trespassing’. As such she would be seen somewhat chained up to the wall. During her last three days of being within the cell, Israh found the comfort of having her arms restrained high to the wall rather unpleasant and after having been turned down numerous times to have them at least lowered, chose to take it upon herself to actually work her own skills over the course of the last day. So naturally reports would come to those who were in charge of her detainment that the small of stature female actually managed to rip the upper hooks that supported the chains high on the wall off their supports. While she was still chained at the wrists and they were still fashioned to the wall, they were no longer held up high but rather now at her own sides. --
[Israh] -- This gave her enough room while seated to lift her feet up and remove the boots from her feet to provide a bit of an airy feel to them. It also helped that she enjoyed the feel of the stone floor under her feet. Outside of the cell that the female was in were one of the four people that had been to help restrain the female. His right eye was still rather dark and sore from the heavy elbow he received when trying to pick the short female up during the process of restraining her and currently just glared at the door that separated both himself and the female he had restrained. Beyond the supports holding the chains up being ripped from the wall, it seemed that the female had done nothing further beyond open complaining about needing booze or food. It was obvious she was not receiving the booze.
[DG_GM] .:It would be at that time that heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the cell in which Israh had been placed. The sound and timing of the footsteps indicated military boots before stopping in front of her cell. The man that appeared was a hyur, but wore a uniform that indicated that he was part of the Palace Guard, like the men guarding the cell. The Custodes Legatus had helped to restrain Israh, but she had been unable to give any of them a black eye, since they were always seen with their armor on. The man spoke to the guards, indicating Israh, their voices too low for Israh to hear, but soon enough the cell door was opened. The guard that had an uninjured eye unshackled her "Your to go with the guard that just arrived, your to be meeting with someone very important, so watch your manners" as he and his companion headed off for the barracks. The remaining guard would look at Israh and indicate for her to follow him as he headed off towards the stairs.:.<E>
[Israh] Lifting her head up, those steel blue eyes would be seen focused on the door. Was it already time to receive her rations for the day? The sounds of the voices speaking outside were too low for her to pick up on anything in particular but…there was enough just to give her a hint of an idea that this was not someone with food. When the door finally swung open and the guard that had been on duty unshackled her and just received a stone hard look for a moment. Only when he backed away would her right hand lift to grasp at the left and rub upon the markings of where the shackles were formerly at. Then she would switch them up to rub at the other while looking towards the other guards who had been standing outside the cell. They looked as though they were ready to go somewhere, and Israh wasn’t all too keen on remaining within the cell when the shackles had finally been removed. As such she would move to finally stand upright, grasp at her boots and work to slide them on with a frown. --
[Israh] -- An entire day had gone with them off but she missed the fact that she could wander about without such things without looking ridiculous. In any case, after the boots had been slipped on she would silently wander out of the cell towards the other guards. The stained dried blood still upon her chin and forehead from her landing were present…but it did not at all deter Israh in any way. Unless the guards felt it was necessary for her to ‘freshen up’ before meeting this important stranger then she wouldn’t even worry about trying to remove the encrusted blood. Though, before fully leaving a glance was shot off in the direction of the guard who had formerly been looking over her and almost childishly stuck her tongue out at him.
[DG_GM] .:The guard that was leading Israh did take her by the Healer's office, where after a brief check-up, she was healed and cleaned up quickly. Finally, after several minutes of walking through winding hallways, they arrived at a surprisingly non-descript door. Two of the towering and intimidating Custodes Legatus stood on either side, their presence indicating someone of extremely high rank. Israh was allowed inside, told to take a seat in front of the desk and wait there, the person she was to meet would be there shortly to see her. What she didn't know was that the person was already inside, hidden so as to see her actions, expressions, and to overall see just what her intentions were.:.<E>
[Israh] While she was capable of seeing the weave of the earth within the room she had been left in. Her inability to pull upon them to sense the surrounding area’s prevented her from being able to sense the unseen force within the area through her ‘other’ vision which she was used to using. SO! She went unable to notice the other figure who had seemingly hidden himself well, or at least she hoped it was better than hiding under the desk like some sort of goofball like Israh herself would. In any case, with her face washed up and now lacking blood, one could see her very stern yet still pretty features. Steel grey eyes looked from left to right within the room before turning to look behind her at the closed door. The guards from outside who stood at attention did not intimidate her at all, but they did impress her with their discipline in not averting their gaze to her when she had wandered by and glared towards them. So, since she was left alone…or so she thought. --
[Israh] -- Israh would relax a bit and actually rotate her head to begin cracking her neck in a sickening manner. It sounded as though her entire spine would readjust with this simple crack of the neck before she went onto cracking other portions of her body before finally ending with a nice, long stretch upward. “uuugh. That feels so much better. Drecking chains prevented me from laying down properly.” Her tone was very…tomboyish. In any event, her gaze would shift now from the door to that of the nearby chair which had been indicated for her to sit at. She made her way over with a massive lack of poise. Graceful she was not, but her swift movements showed she was far more a warrior than anything. When she finally did sit down, she would cross her left leg over her right like a man would and actually leaned forth to rest an elbow on her extended knee while resting her chin on the open palm of her hand with a soft sigh. Those sharp eyes of hers continued to look about the area they were in. --
[Israh] -- It seemed elegant and yet regal at the same time. Inwardly, she began to form an idea on just who might have such a place like this. Several came up. First was some young rich kid who thought they were important for some reason. Like a brat with a self inclined attitude like the son of the Dwendur People she had met in the past. That thought caused her eyes to roll a bit before another image came to her mind. An old man with a white beard and was barely able to walk on his own came to mind and instantly after, a mixture of the two came to mind. A young kid who was wrinkly with a long white beard and no hair. Instantly her hand rose up and she worked to stifle a soft laugh. “Pfft. Oh man, it better be the third one, at least then I could get a good laugh out of this.” Naturally her thoughts were her own, and thank goodness no one else could read her mind to learn of her images.
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles from somewhere behind and to Israh's right "Hardly, for I think I fit neither of those categories" the voice was deep, strong, and powerful. When the man stepped out of the shadowed corner, which was hidden by two massive bookcases, she would see that he was not any of what she imagined. He was tall, with broad muscles that showed regular training, long brown hair and a matching beard and he wore simple yet finely made clothing. He then stepped around the desk and sat down in his chair "Sorry for peeking into your mind, I did not go beyond the public portion of your mind, we have strict rules against reading a persons private thoughts, and the consequences are severe if the reason for doing so is not a matter of life or death" as he shrugged. He then looked at her "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Brennus Winter-Wolf, though most know me as the Emperor these days" as he chuckled. He did not act or sound like a royal, rather, he sounded more like a soldier than a<C>
Emperor_Winter-Wolf <C>ruler. But then, the Caledonians preferred that, as it kept their rulers and politicians connected with the people, and there was a law that made it impossible for anyone without a background in business, the military, or preferably both from getting into politics. It was a law that had ensured that the empire was ruled fairly and wisely, and had led to the long term stability of the empire.<E>
[Israh] The baritone chuckle caused a brow to quirk upon Israh’s features before turning her head and gaze over in the direction it originated from almost immediately. Her mind was wondering ‘what the hell is that?’ and the features on her face showed the exact same thing. It was when the figure of the man coming from the shadows that Israh would finally harden her gaze and tilt her head. “Ah, you’re one of those types…” She stated in exchange of his comment and finally moved to a stand. With how he carried himself, Israh was pretty confident that he was similar to several people she was very close to in her own world and actually strode over towards him to meet him about half way. It was when she approached that her hand would reach up and extend out in a greeting similar to a hand shake but…if his own hand would get extended to meet with hers, he would instead find that she would reach past his hand and grasp at his forearm to shake that part instead --
[Israh] -- (unless he managed to grab her hand before she attempted this). Her grip was firm and strong though her hands were covered which prevented him from feeling any possible callouses upon his forearm. If he did not offer a hand in exchange to shake, then she would instead be left there hanging without an informal greeting. No wide birthed smile was present though, instead she would just offer the corner of her lips in a grin. No doubt he had seen her laugh already so there was no reason to offer much more. “Israh Ryovan. I’ve got too many titles to give you where I come from though so I will just stick with my name. Makes things easier.”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles as he had used the same style of greeting as Israh did, his own people gripped the wrist or forearm as she did. He would then look at her "I have been told that you appeared in a rather unorthodox style, so, where did you originate from?" as he smiled at her. It was obvious that he didn't believe she came from this dimension, and he was expressing sincere curiosity about her place of origin.<E>
[Israh] The look on her features shifted almost instantly. Her eyes narrowed not in annoyance or anger but more so as though she had been trying to understand something. In particular, how he knew or understood she came from a completely different world. Was it an occurrence that happened often in this world? Was it similar to Nexxus where she had recently come from? Her smile vanished and mouth parted open to remain as such for a few moments before sound finally came from her. “uuuuhhhmmm…honestly? I’m more surprised you aren’t trying to yell at me as though I am some sort of witch and you understand the fact I came from another world…” Her mouth closed once more and she went silent for a moment longer before finally releasing the man’s forearm and instead crossed her own arms under her chest and tilted her head. “…well I originally come from a world known as ‘Creation’. Each of the people who live there have a different name for it though. --
[Israh] -- A ritual went wrong there though and I was flung to a different realm known as ‘Nexxus’. It’s from there that I wound up here due to some sorcerer who was pissed off that I turned him down on his advances and knocked his ass out one day for getting too…grabby.” Her brow quirked once more though and she shifted her weight mostly on her left foot. “So tell me. What made you think I came from a different world exactly?”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf laughs "Its patently obvious, for one thing, your wearing a style of clothing that is different than ours, also, your scent and magical signature are also clues, when your as old as I am, you learn a few tricks" as he smiles. He would then move over to his desk and sit down in his chair "Now the question is what to do with you, and you will have a say in where you end up, we're not so coarse as to force a fate on you that you do not wish, besides, you couldn't help where you appeared, but you certainly didn't do yourself any favors with fighting the guards" as he chuckled.<E>
[Israh] She watched the taller male make his way over to the chair and desk to take a seat but stood where she had been initially. After he explained what he sensed off her, she would turn and make her way over to the chair she had been seated in prior to and it was just after he finished talking that she wound up giving a shrug of her shoulders with her hands upright. “What do you expect? I fall from a weird ass hole in a different world. Knock my noodle around to where I am spitting up blood and in a dazed state, I’ve got guys rushing at me to grab me. Naturally I’m going to put up a fight against that sort of thing. Any person who didn’t should be beaten for not trying to fight back.” Finally she took herself a seat and retained her initial pose when on the chair. Leg crossed, elbow on knee and chin in open palm while staring at the man. “So…beyond the fact that I chose to scrap with your guards. What do are my options? --
[Israh] -- Also…I’m surprised you know I can use ‘magic’ but for some reason, I can’t pull upon my power here to use it. You know why by chance? Not very comfortable with the feeling because it makes me feel….disconnected from my deity.”
StarletCain had just opend the shop so it was quiet. She was caught up on all her orders as she just sat behind the table drawing. She had music playing loud as Sage was still away. She was drawing a new consept for a new weapon she wanted to work on. she liked creating new weapons and hope to oneday get them sold. She was working on a plasma sword that could heal you with a press of a button and man did it look sweet. It would glow the color of your health and if it glowed Green you were great, blue, hurt, and red close to dying. On the hit would be a green gem that you hit it would blast you with a healing magic only known to few and can heal you. The only down side it only had ten useses brefor the gem would need to be replace with another. she drew and giggled just waiting for someone to come in.
Emperor_Winter-Wolf smiles "The reason why your magic doesn't seem to be working is because magic works differently depending on the dimension you go to, you just need to figure out how your magic works in this dimension and you'll be fine, for example, I am an Elementalist, though a rare type even by my peoples standards as I can use every element, and that is rare" as he held up his hand and very shortly had orbs of elemental power, each a different color that represented an element orbiting his hand. He then looked at her "As for your options, unless I know your particular skills and mind-set, I cannot say for certain what your options are currently, but the paths of the mage and warrior are open to you, or you could even join the military once you gain citizenship, its because I can get things moving that you aren't meeting someone of a lower rank, I personally scheduled this meeting" as he smiled.<E>
[Thyrkil] Thyrkil's stay on Caledon so far has been peaceful, despite expectations. He has been mostly a tourist, if a bit of an imposing one, always fully clad in his armor with currently peace-bonded weapons. He makes no effort to hide who or what he is, though it might be unlikely that anyone on Caledon, so far away from the Citadel, might have any idea what the mailed-fist insignia on his armor actually means. It is just as well, though; Thyrkil isn't here to strike fear into their hearts. Today's destination is Sage's magic shop, a curious thing to him; magic is a thing tightly controlled and regulated in his own particular corner of the galaxy, and so he is curious to see someone peddling it. Thyrkil carefully makes his way inside the shop, allowing the door to close behind him and stepping aside in case someone else is behind him. Clearly not searching for anything in particular, Thyrkil looks around quietly, wondering what he might find.
[Israh] “You personally huh?” She questioned and gave a soft laugh. “What, was it because I gave your men such a hassle when I was still fighting to remain conscious that you are curious? You came out pretty quickly with that ‘Military’ option and citizenship.” She continued her laugh, actually going so far as to slapping her own leg before sitting upright and letting out a soft sigh. “Sadly I’m not the type to be tied down as some sort soldier. Ran into way too many soldiers who couldn’t think for themselves.” Her head shifted and continued to look about the general area while pondering. “A warrior is something I was born as though. The proud daughter of a Turkonian Chieftain and one of the seven heroes from her world who helped restore balance to it from the deities that were at war with each other.” She shifted her gaze back to the man before her and shrugged. “I’m sure I can figure something out…maybe work as a hired hand. --
[Israh] -- I dunno, you got monsters in this world? I’m sure I can handle them once I figure out how to connect back to the weave.” She was impressed by the display of his magical energies. No doubt it was rare for someone to be able to control all the elements considering the opposing elements from her world working in the same form would cause someone to explode. Still, she had seen others with similar abilities but lacked the oomph her own ability to manipulate a singular element had. It was almost like being a jack of all trades and a master of none as opposed to a specialist in something. Still, she couldn’t rightfully tell just how powerful his affinity towards the element of earth was due to her lack of being able to pull upon the weave in this world. She would no doubt have to look into that if she was going to get her full arsenal of abilities back. “So what sort of options are open for someone as a warrior here in this world with the ability to utilize magic? --
[Israh] -- Don’t suppose there is a lot of work out there for someone like me, hmm?”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles "There's plenty of work, though I doubt you'll find much out in space, however, out in the Wilderness and other areas beyond the walls of the city and Fort Ticondaroga, you'll find plenty of work, monsters, evil spirits, the like that haunts villages and towns, however, I would suggest going to the Mages Academy, speak with the Archmage and Senior Instructors there, they should be able to help you regain your abilities and figure out how they work" as he took out a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a message on it, signed it, then folded it into thirds and sealed it with wax and pressed his seal into it. He then wrote on the front that the message was for the archmage and held it out to her "Here you go, this is a letter of introduction to get you in to see the Archmage of Ptolus, if anyone can help you figure out how your abilities work in this dimension, it will be him, and if not him, then he'll know who to ask" as he smiles.<E>
StarletCain would giggle as she saw the man walk in. Shegot up setting her coloring stuff down and smiled bowing her head. "Welcome to Sag's Magic Shop and Weapon Store. The names Star, magic used extordinare how may I help you?" she asked raising her head with a soft smile on her face. she was polite and kind. She hated her job most days but with Sage gone for awhile she could relax and be a little more herself.
[Israh] “HAH! Yeah, space isn’t happening either way. Sorry…not interested in space fairing at all…what.so.ever.” Her tone seemed very stern about that fact. Never the less she would watch the man write down something upon parchment and finally finish up by working to hand it over towards her. Naturally she would reach out and take it from him but remained seated, looking at the paper offered. “So you’ve yet to tell me…” She looked up once more and tilted her head to the side, now looking upon him as though trying to read his intentions. “Why exactly did you want to have a meeting with me personally rather than having some attendant deal with me? You had to have some reason behind the motives.”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles "Frankly, simple curiosity is all, but now that I've met you, I know you won't cause any trouble to anyone in the city, and the City Guard will be made aware of this, though please, try not to start any trouble, you can defend yourself if you need to, certainly, but don't attack anyone and avoid the Warrens, their a dangerous part of the city, also, as an apology for the guards overzealousness, I have instructed a guard to have a money pouch of eburones be given to you, you will need them anyway to purchase the gear you will need" as he smiles.<E>
[Thyrkil] It takes Thyrkil a moment to realize that he is being addressed. He looks up and over at her, his face only barely visible beneath the helmet. 'Magic and weapons?' he asks, somewhat incredulously. Surely, the common-folk here aren't allowed to walk around armed, are they? Magic is one thing to be selling, but weapons? He has a second look around the shop as if seeing it in a new light. Suddenly, quite a few questions pop up in his head. 'Is it not dangerous to be selling weapons? Do you not fear that they will be misused?' He speaks slowly, as if he has some sort of trouble speaking, as though he has to find each word. 'Show me your weapons,' he says, trying to make his request sound like more of a request and less of a command.
StarletCain would giggle as she would lead him to a wall that had everything from normal non-magic weapons to thoes of the rarest form and her creationsw. "We have non-magic stuff and we have some rare finds. Some of the guns are my own creations. I am always up for making custom weapons. I am good and love to make new creations that use my magtic skill to help thoes in time of war and protection." she said smiling. "All the weapons that leave here have a gfail safe sysytem. If someone was to use it for harm other than protection or war they can shut themselves down and not work. I know who deserves a weapon and can tell who will misuse em. I am a pretty good judge of character." she said as she smiled.
[Israh] A few blinks were given before suddenly a beautiful laugh seemed to escape from her. Her body actually worked to lean back during the laugh that echoed out within the room. It was apparent that despite her tomboy nature she was in fact, a woman still at her center. “Oh by the gods that’s hilarious.” She stated this in the middle of her laugh that continued on for a bit longer before finally shaking her head and moving to stand upright. “Tell you what. I will take this pouch of…uhh…eborons? What ever they were called. Though I will only take them as a future payment for something.” She wandered about the desk and actually worked to plant a playful punch on his large arm. “Don’t you worry Brennus. I’ll make due on your next job for what ever the guards give me as payment. Or hell, even if they need something done. Don’t hesitate to send someone to find me for something. If I know myself like I do, it won’t be hard to find me. People will talk.” She grins wide. --
[Israh] -- “I love to stand out after all.” Her hand with the paper in it rose up and waved it a bit. “So should I just get one of the guards to show me how to find this Ark-mageous…person thing?”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles "Yes, though its impossible to miss the Mages Academy, its the towering crystal spire" as he chuckled. He then waved her on as he turned to his data console, since he had some pressing matters to deal with. Israh would know that she had been very lucky and honored to have been given the time he had given from his busy schedule.<E>
Kaenan walked into the magic shop as Starlet was showing the armored man the weapons in time to hear her words "Aye, she does that, but not every Enchanter does, and its for that reason a protective barrier is placed over the city to reduce the chances of death, but its not perfect" as he hauled his bag over to the counter. He heaved it onto the counter, the hilts of several swords peeking from the top "Here's the shipment of swords and axes you wanted, usual price?" as he looked at Starlet.<E>
[Thyrkil] A weapon that knows the purpose of its wielder? The prospect of such a thing is rather strange and unsettling to Thyrkil. He looks on as Star shows him the weapons, lost in almost childlike wonder. Then, the man's comment reminds him that he is, in fact, not alone here in the shop. From the looks of him and his comment to the woman, he is some kind of smith. 'So anyone is allowed to bear a weapon? No permission or service required?' Thyrkil decides that he would probably not want a weapon that could decide not to work of him if it somehow divined his intentions. The idea of everyone carrying weapons sparks a memory, one that is quickly snuffed by another presence in his mind. For the briefest of moments, Thyrkil thought he remembered a time when he lived around others who lived this way, but the moment passes, and Thyrkil shakes his head. 'What is done with those who are deemed to be misusing their weapons? How are they judged?'
[Israh] A nod was given before she turned and made her way towards the door and opened it up. Out she wandered from there, past the two guards at the door before closing the door behind her and then made her way over towards the guard that had escorted her there initially. “So Brennus here said one of you guys would help show me to the massive crystal spire in the city to meet some Ark-mogol or what ever. Seems he can help me figure out why I can’t use my magic here or at least point me in the right direction.” She stated and lifted the parchment with the Emperor’s seal on it. “Gonna have to give this to that guy also to explain why I’m there I guess.” She would wait naturally for the man to either lead the way, or at least help lead her to whoever would lead her to meet the Archmagus. Though she did make sure to bring up another subject. “Oh…and he mentioned something about Eberons or something like that? I don’t know, guess that’s your form of currency?”
StarletCain would chuckle. "Ah Zarek. How are ya? Sage is gone on family business so your stuck with me." she said chuckling as she hugged him tight. She knew Zarek as he was how they got all the best weapons in town. She would run into the back and would come out with his payment and smiled handing it to him. "Same as always, hope ya been well also." sje said as she cared about all her firneds and people she conidered family. Seeing Zarek made handling Sage a lot better. She walked back to the other and waited to answe anything else hetr had. "Oh Zarek, I have a sketch that I was wondering if you could see about making?" she said running over and finished the drawing fast and smiled handing him the sketch. "I want it dul end and in the center a slot where I can but an Emerald." she said smiling. She lisned to the other and smiled. "I have magic ways that can trace someones backround and show if they did anything wrong and or anything that should denie them a weapon." she said.
Kaenan nods and accepted the bag of Eburones and then took a look at the drawing, frowning "Aye, I can make this, but I need to know what metals you want it made from before I start, depending on the metal, I may not be able to start right away" as he looked at her. He then turned to Thyrkil to answer him "There are two options for those that commit crimes, prison, or the Trial of Life at the Arena of the Blade once convicted by the courts, the first is self-explanatory, though they may also be sent to one of several prison mining colonies, and the second is basically where the criminal fights for his life against trained gladiators and dangerous beasts with only a simple weapon given to them" as he looked at Thyrkil. He then thought on that "Well, there is a third option, and its reserved for those so depraved that their deemed unworthy of working for the good of the empire, or fighting in the Trial of Life, they are instead shipped to Tuatha, our largest moon, where they are used"<C>
Kaenan <C>"..in experiements, so that they can still contribute, but as for what they are used for, I don't know nor do I care to" as he shrugged. When Starlet had an emergency to deal with and left, he shrugged as he headed back across the street where his workshop was located. A sign hanging above the door identified the shop as that of a blacksmith, and two additional signs showed that armor, weapons, tools, and other items were made there. He was confident that Thyrkil would follow, likely with more questions to be asked, which he didn't mind. The first part of the workshop was the actual store, where the weapons, armor, and tools he made were on display. The weapons he had delivered were custom orders, which was why he delivered them to Sage's Magic Shop. In the back portion, which made up most of the space, and had his living quarters above on the second level, had various tools, and other equipment for smithing spread out. There was very little that could burn, most everything being made<C>
Kaenan <C>of metal or stone. The forge and anvil sat at the back of the shop, next to two large open doors that led to a small pond, which helped to keep the shop from getting too hot.<E>
Zarek walked along the streets that he hadn’t roamed in some time. Getting back to this place hadn’t been easy but some of the best challenges never were easy. Plus figuring out how to sneak on board ships and stay hidden while up in space, that was even more fun in a way, but also more likely to get himself caught. Still it was worth it though to travel from place to place for pretty much free. He didn’t really remember the last time he had been here, Just remembered having to leave in a hurry to avoid something… Shrugging off his thoughts, he turned his eyes towards the various shops, hoping to find something cheap to buy.. or lift. Not right now of course, but later tonight. When less people would be around to notice.. Dressed in a shirt and pants that were a few steps up from being rags, and a mass of messy blond hair he knew he looked out of place, but he didn’t care. Humming a little nonsense tune to himself he continued to wander.
Thyrkil nods in appreciation when the smith answers his question. In fact, Thyrkil does follow after Kaenan as he leaves the magic shop, deciding to vent his curiosity on the fellow as he takes in the shop. 'Are all of your people warriors?' asks Thyrkil, making a logical conclusion - if anyone can wield a weapon, then anyone can learn to wield a weapon - and the concept of someone with the ability, but not the will, to learn to fight eludes him, for no such person exists in his lands - everyone who is allowed to take up a blade is forced to in service of the Hand. With such laws in place, though, perhaps the need to bind warriors to the service of the state is not as necessary - perhaps they already do. A nation whose commoners could defend themselves would by quite difficult to raid.
[Israh] “Gyah, this damn thing itches…!” Israh was grumbling and walking with her hands tense and open as though she were pretending they were claws of some sort. Her facial features were distorted to show both annoyance and discomfort while her shoulders shifted constantly. “Bah…what ever…if it allows me to use my abilities again then I’ll suck it up.” Her mouth was clenched tight and her words were coming from her teeth. Practically hissing her words as she spoke. The street she had been on, well who the hell knows? She sure as hell didn’t! After meeting with the Archmagus and getting her magical abilities back to her after quite a bit of time, she had been left to her own measures. So getting a lay of this massive city was her first priority. “…so I guess I need to find a place to stay for cheap…” She muttered to herself before spotting Zarek off in the distance. “HEY YOU!” She called out with that loud, obnoxious and annoyed tone of hers. --
[Israh] -- Had Zarek looked in the direction of Israh, she would spot the look in the woman’s gaze. “There any cheap Inn’s or something like that around this damn city?” Once more she would shift uncomfortably as though she had a HORRID itch on her back that needed to be scratched.
Kaenan shrugs as he leaned on the counter "Most of the Nord certainly, though not all of them become warriors, they train to master a specific weapon to better defend themselves, but in general, most nord are considered natural warriors, people like myself, a hyur, well, you'll find most aren't warriors, though we are encouraged to learn how to fight with a weapon, which cuts down on crime, and also makes it harder to subjugate a populace, now when you go to the frontier, everyone that colonizes a frontier world is a warrior, mage, paladin, or other skilled person, its a necessity since their priority is to establish the colony and get it secure for the second wave of colonists and so forth, but in general, you will find most people are not warriors, but we know how to defend ourselves, and there are few pacifists out there, but their considered idiots" as he shrugged.<E>
Zarek jumped some when he heard someone yelling at him. They didn’t sound very happy to see him, and his first thought was to run. He almost did as he looked over at the one that had yelled at him. A curious look could be seen on his face. He hadn’t done anything to warrant getting yelled at as best he could think of. Nope, it seemed she just wanted a cheap inn. Shrugging a little he put his hands in his pockets and walked over towards her so he wouldn’t have to yell and gain more attention. “I really don’t know anyplace cheap. I just got back to this place.” He said before looking around. He couldn’t even remember where a inn was, granted he had never really had use for one before. “Sorry I’m not much help.”
[Israh] Those steel blue eyes would finally close and her hands would finally give in to raise up and slap as best she could her own back. “Grrr….” She grumbled slightly before finally stopping her actions and sighed. “Why didn’t they warn me it would itch so much after…?” She was mostly questioning herself but didn’t say anything more beyond it. Instead she would look back to the male whom she had called out for and her irritated looking features would finally calm. The itch had calmed from the heavy slaps she had given herself on her back now thankfully but it did not fix her current problem. “Oh. So you’ve no clue about any place nearby huh? Do you know this area well enough to at least get me to…oh shit. What did Brennus call it? The Wor-war…Warants? Warrens? Some shit like that? You know that place? I was warned it’s a bit rowdy there so I might find some cheap places to stay near there.” Hopefully this stranger would at least know the direction she needed to travel.
Zarek blinked for a moment. He recalled the rougher area’s better since that was generally where he could find the best places to crash and make a safe house sort of place. “I’m pretty sure we can find whatever it is you’re lookin for. Better area’s you’ll want to ask someone else. But I know some spots like what you said.” He spoke quickly as he took a step back. He didn’t want to get to close to the lady who was oddly slapping her back.. Which he hadn’t really seen anyone do before so he was a little wary of her. Granted if he went with her to this place, he might find some a few people he could lift from and try to get his feet under him so to speak here. Or get enough money to get to where ever he wanted to go next. “I think its down that way.” He mentioned as he gestured towards a side street.
Zarek waited for a while before he returned to the streets, Only to head for one of the shops he hadn’t really seen many people in. He had no clue what was all in the shop, but it looked interesting and possibly a good place to get some new supplies. As he slipped in the door, he tried to be quiet, but he wasn’t hiding, He didn’t want to draw attention if he was caught. Still several things were catching his eyes as he moved around the store slowly. Sure he was caught by the items in the store, but he was also watching to make sure no one else got to close to him. Almost to the point he was paranoid.
Kaenan was tending a few things behind the counter of the store part of his workshop when he saw Zarek come in. He gave a basic greeting and encouraged the man to look around, but otherwise kept to what he was doing. Since help wasn't requested, he would wait until Zarek was ready to purchase something, which he doubted would be very long.<E>
Zarek looked over to the man at the counter a few times. But things in here were more than he could afford really. Like most things. He was skimming by. "Hey.. did you make all this in here? How long it all take?" he asked as he gave into a little curiosity. While he didn't know how to use anything better than a steel rod as a weapon, he had no real use for getting a real one. Not to mention it would mena he'd be putting money into soemthing he might not be able to hold onto for long. But if he could learn to make stuff like this.. even off hand, it could mean he could sell stuff if he got it close enough to right...
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Kaenan looks at the young half-elf "Depends on the size of the weapon, armor piece, or the tool, but generally a few hours per piece" as he looked at him. He then smiled "You interested in learning lad?" as he looked at him, doing a quick study, and knowing that the skill and discipline that went into being a blacksmith would be good for him.<E>
Zarek paused for a long moment. "I'm good at making odd things... Never on this level.. " he said before looking back at some of the weapons. He wasn't sure of this guy, but the guy was still behind the counter so he could keep some distance. "Why you askin if I want to learn?" he asked as he looked back to the stranger.
Kaenan shrugs "You asked how long it takes, which usually is an indication of a will to learn, also, you should know that the longer a blacksmith takes on a piece, the higher the quality of the piece, that as well as the quality of the metal and materials determines the price of the piece, what your looking at now is my finer quality stuff, over in the barrels are cheaper stuff, but still reliable" as he smiled.<E>
Zarek looked at the barrels, then back to the finer stuff. Wandering over to the barrels, he looked in and realized quickly what the man was talking about. Reaching in he pulled out one piece and looked it over. "Couldn't you work on it more?.. Get it better?" he asked looking back to the man in confusion. If he was able to make better stuff. why not do it all the time? After a moment he put the piece back in the barrel. Barely making a noise some how as he did it. He was careful that was for sure. But he looked back to the man a moment later. "Sure.. I want to learn.. Don't have the means to though." he said as he stepped back, moving to the middle of the store and looking around, trying to figure out how things could have been made, or how long things had taken.
Kaenan chuckles "The answer to that is simple, while I could work on the pieces more and charge more, I would sell less, thus I would have a smaller customer base, but by mixing my better pieces in with my cheaper pieces, I increase the size of my customer base, and thus make more money, and even the cheaper items are reliable, I refuse to sell a piece that would break on someone, and you'll find that that kind of care is appreciated and thus I get repeat customers" as he smiles. He then nodded "How about this, you apprentice under me, and work for food and board, I'll give ya some spending money every week, but you'll have a place to sleep, eat and work, and a modest income, you might even open your own shop one day" as he smiles.<E>
Zarek paused then. He hadn't been expecting this at all. It made him uneasy and that was something he couldn't hide instantly. "Why offer a street rat that just walked in off the street. You don't know anything bout me and yet you offer a job?" he actually took a step back towards the door. He had dealt with things like this before, but none of them had worked out. In the end people had wanted slaves or worse. He hadn't stayed free by taking chances such as this.
Lintaya knelt on the ground in the gardens. She had her old garden torn out and tilled to keep away the memories she refused to relive. Sitting back she'd pick up one of the packets of seeds she bought and would place a few in the earth and covered them up. She'd continue this until the seeds and new plants she bought were all put in the ground and where she wanted them. Once done she'd stay sitting back on her heals looking around her garden and taking off gloves.
Emperor_Winter-Wolf had watched Lintaya as she worked, knowing that the loss of her child still haunted her. He wanted to help her, but also knew that her fierce pride kept her from asking for help when she didn't desire, so he kept his distance, yet made sure she knew he was there if she needed him. He then closed his eyes and concentrated on his magic, slowly Lintaya's garden would begin to glow a soft blue, and then the plants began to grow rapidly. Within a matter of moments, they had grown into a beautiful garden, but there was an addition that Lintaya had not put in herself. It was an extremely rare flower found only on a island to the east of the capital, far to the east. Yet here it was growing in abundance, and it was known as the Mourning Flower, but rather than cause sadness, it was well known to help those who were grieving to heal by bringing peace and solace via the beautiful and vibrant colors of the petals and center.<E>
Lintaya blinks some when she was putting her spade and gloves in her basket. She'd turn to look for her father and spots him standing at the stairs to the palace gardens. Offering a small smile to him she'd stand up and look to the garden. She'd clip a few of the flowers and placed them into her basket. She'd walk over to him and dips into a low curtsy to her father. “Thank you father, now I don't have to wait for the beauty to come into view.” She'd rise from her curtsy and looks to him as she walked up the stairs. “I heard there is a new blacksmith in the kingdom. Is he any good?” She asked while standing by the doors.
Emperor_Winter-Wolf sighs and shrugs "I don't know of any new blacksmiths down in the city, thats something the City Administration Office in Old Town would know better than I would, I have more pressing matters to attend to than who or what is happening in the city, I just don't have the time to visit the city anymore" as he shakes his head. He then shrugged helplessly "If he has a shop down in the city, if he's in Midtown or North Market, then he must be very good" as he looked at his daughter.<E>
Lintaya offers another fake smile as she waited for him to join her in walking back into the palace. “I will see if he is. Thought about having a few things made for the garden and for....” Takes in a deep breath and looks down. “Never mind.” She'd take her father's arm if he walked inside with her and hands her basket to a maid to take to her office. “I had reports of the grocery store you put in my care sent to your office. I also made new batches of bandages and healing tonics for the medical ward of the palace.” Looks up to her father.
[Israh] -- This gave her enough room while seated to lift her feet up and remove the boots from her feet to provide a bit of an airy feel to them. It also helped that she enjoyed the feel of the stone floor under her feet. Outside of the cell that the female was in were one of the four people that had been to help restrain the female. His right eye was still rather dark and sore from the heavy elbow he received when trying to pick the short female up during the process of restraining her and currently just glared at the door that separated both himself and the female he had restrained. Beyond the supports holding the chains up being ripped from the wall, it seemed that the female had done nothing further beyond open complaining about needing booze or food. It was obvious she was not receiving the booze.
[DG_GM] .:It would be at that time that heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the cell in which Israh had been placed. The sound and timing of the footsteps indicated military boots before stopping in front of her cell. The man that appeared was a hyur, but wore a uniform that indicated that he was part of the Palace Guard, like the men guarding the cell. The Custodes Legatus had helped to restrain Israh, but she had been unable to give any of them a black eye, since they were always seen with their armor on. The man spoke to the guards, indicating Israh, their voices too low for Israh to hear, but soon enough the cell door was opened. The guard that had an uninjured eye unshackled her "Your to go with the guard that just arrived, your to be meeting with someone very important, so watch your manners" as he and his companion headed off for the barracks. The remaining guard would look at Israh and indicate for her to follow him as he headed off towards the stairs.:.<E>
[Israh] Lifting her head up, those steel blue eyes would be seen focused on the door. Was it already time to receive her rations for the day? The sounds of the voices speaking outside were too low for her to pick up on anything in particular but…there was enough just to give her a hint of an idea that this was not someone with food. When the door finally swung open and the guard that had been on duty unshackled her and just received a stone hard look for a moment. Only when he backed away would her right hand lift to grasp at the left and rub upon the markings of where the shackles were formerly at. Then she would switch them up to rub at the other while looking towards the other guards who had been standing outside the cell. They looked as though they were ready to go somewhere, and Israh wasn’t all too keen on remaining within the cell when the shackles had finally been removed. As such she would move to finally stand upright, grasp at her boots and work to slide them on with a frown. --
[Israh] -- An entire day had gone with them off but she missed the fact that she could wander about without such things without looking ridiculous. In any case, after the boots had been slipped on she would silently wander out of the cell towards the other guards. The stained dried blood still upon her chin and forehead from her landing were present…but it did not at all deter Israh in any way. Unless the guards felt it was necessary for her to ‘freshen up’ before meeting this important stranger then she wouldn’t even worry about trying to remove the encrusted blood. Though, before fully leaving a glance was shot off in the direction of the guard who had formerly been looking over her and almost childishly stuck her tongue out at him.
[DG_GM] .:The guard that was leading Israh did take her by the Healer's office, where after a brief check-up, she was healed and cleaned up quickly. Finally, after several minutes of walking through winding hallways, they arrived at a surprisingly non-descript door. Two of the towering and intimidating Custodes Legatus stood on either side, their presence indicating someone of extremely high rank. Israh was allowed inside, told to take a seat in front of the desk and wait there, the person she was to meet would be there shortly to see her. What she didn't know was that the person was already inside, hidden so as to see her actions, expressions, and to overall see just what her intentions were.:.<E>
[Israh] While she was capable of seeing the weave of the earth within the room she had been left in. Her inability to pull upon them to sense the surrounding area’s prevented her from being able to sense the unseen force within the area through her ‘other’ vision which she was used to using. SO! She went unable to notice the other figure who had seemingly hidden himself well, or at least she hoped it was better than hiding under the desk like some sort of goofball like Israh herself would. In any case, with her face washed up and now lacking blood, one could see her very stern yet still pretty features. Steel grey eyes looked from left to right within the room before turning to look behind her at the closed door. The guards from outside who stood at attention did not intimidate her at all, but they did impress her with their discipline in not averting their gaze to her when she had wandered by and glared towards them. So, since she was left alone…or so she thought. --
[Israh] -- Israh would relax a bit and actually rotate her head to begin cracking her neck in a sickening manner. It sounded as though her entire spine would readjust with this simple crack of the neck before she went onto cracking other portions of her body before finally ending with a nice, long stretch upward. “uuugh. That feels so much better. Drecking chains prevented me from laying down properly.” Her tone was very…tomboyish. In any event, her gaze would shift now from the door to that of the nearby chair which had been indicated for her to sit at. She made her way over with a massive lack of poise. Graceful she was not, but her swift movements showed she was far more a warrior than anything. When she finally did sit down, she would cross her left leg over her right like a man would and actually leaned forth to rest an elbow on her extended knee while resting her chin on the open palm of her hand with a soft sigh. Those sharp eyes of hers continued to look about the area they were in. --
[Israh] -- It seemed elegant and yet regal at the same time. Inwardly, she began to form an idea on just who might have such a place like this. Several came up. First was some young rich kid who thought they were important for some reason. Like a brat with a self inclined attitude like the son of the Dwendur People she had met in the past. That thought caused her eyes to roll a bit before another image came to her mind. An old man with a white beard and was barely able to walk on his own came to mind and instantly after, a mixture of the two came to mind. A young kid who was wrinkly with a long white beard and no hair. Instantly her hand rose up and she worked to stifle a soft laugh. “Pfft. Oh man, it better be the third one, at least then I could get a good laugh out of this.” Naturally her thoughts were her own, and thank goodness no one else could read her mind to learn of her images.
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles from somewhere behind and to Israh's right "Hardly, for I think I fit neither of those categories" the voice was deep, strong, and powerful. When the man stepped out of the shadowed corner, which was hidden by two massive bookcases, she would see that he was not any of what she imagined. He was tall, with broad muscles that showed regular training, long brown hair and a matching beard and he wore simple yet finely made clothing. He then stepped around the desk and sat down in his chair "Sorry for peeking into your mind, I did not go beyond the public portion of your mind, we have strict rules against reading a persons private thoughts, and the consequences are severe if the reason for doing so is not a matter of life or death" as he shrugged. He then looked at her "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Brennus Winter-Wolf, though most know me as the Emperor these days" as he chuckled. He did not act or sound like a royal, rather, he sounded more like a soldier than a<C>
Emperor_Winter-Wolf <C>ruler. But then, the Caledonians preferred that, as it kept their rulers and politicians connected with the people, and there was a law that made it impossible for anyone without a background in business, the military, or preferably both from getting into politics. It was a law that had ensured that the empire was ruled fairly and wisely, and had led to the long term stability of the empire.<E>
[Israh] The baritone chuckle caused a brow to quirk upon Israh’s features before turning her head and gaze over in the direction it originated from almost immediately. Her mind was wondering ‘what the hell is that?’ and the features on her face showed the exact same thing. It was when the figure of the man coming from the shadows that Israh would finally harden her gaze and tilt her head. “Ah, you’re one of those types…” She stated in exchange of his comment and finally moved to a stand. With how he carried himself, Israh was pretty confident that he was similar to several people she was very close to in her own world and actually strode over towards him to meet him about half way. It was when she approached that her hand would reach up and extend out in a greeting similar to a hand shake but…if his own hand would get extended to meet with hers, he would instead find that she would reach past his hand and grasp at his forearm to shake that part instead --
[Israh] -- (unless he managed to grab her hand before she attempted this). Her grip was firm and strong though her hands were covered which prevented him from feeling any possible callouses upon his forearm. If he did not offer a hand in exchange to shake, then she would instead be left there hanging without an informal greeting. No wide birthed smile was present though, instead she would just offer the corner of her lips in a grin. No doubt he had seen her laugh already so there was no reason to offer much more. “Israh Ryovan. I’ve got too many titles to give you where I come from though so I will just stick with my name. Makes things easier.”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles as he had used the same style of greeting as Israh did, his own people gripped the wrist or forearm as she did. He would then look at her "I have been told that you appeared in a rather unorthodox style, so, where did you originate from?" as he smiled at her. It was obvious that he didn't believe she came from this dimension, and he was expressing sincere curiosity about her place of origin.<E>
[Israh] The look on her features shifted almost instantly. Her eyes narrowed not in annoyance or anger but more so as though she had been trying to understand something. In particular, how he knew or understood she came from a completely different world. Was it an occurrence that happened often in this world? Was it similar to Nexxus where she had recently come from? Her smile vanished and mouth parted open to remain as such for a few moments before sound finally came from her. “uuuuhhhmmm…honestly? I’m more surprised you aren’t trying to yell at me as though I am some sort of witch and you understand the fact I came from another world…” Her mouth closed once more and she went silent for a moment longer before finally releasing the man’s forearm and instead crossed her own arms under her chest and tilted her head. “…well I originally come from a world known as ‘Creation’. Each of the people who live there have a different name for it though. --
[Israh] -- A ritual went wrong there though and I was flung to a different realm known as ‘Nexxus’. It’s from there that I wound up here due to some sorcerer who was pissed off that I turned him down on his advances and knocked his ass out one day for getting too…grabby.” Her brow quirked once more though and she shifted her weight mostly on her left foot. “So tell me. What made you think I came from a different world exactly?”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf laughs "Its patently obvious, for one thing, your wearing a style of clothing that is different than ours, also, your scent and magical signature are also clues, when your as old as I am, you learn a few tricks" as he smiles. He would then move over to his desk and sit down in his chair "Now the question is what to do with you, and you will have a say in where you end up, we're not so coarse as to force a fate on you that you do not wish, besides, you couldn't help where you appeared, but you certainly didn't do yourself any favors with fighting the guards" as he chuckled.<E>
[Israh] She watched the taller male make his way over to the chair and desk to take a seat but stood where she had been initially. After he explained what he sensed off her, she would turn and make her way over to the chair she had been seated in prior to and it was just after he finished talking that she wound up giving a shrug of her shoulders with her hands upright. “What do you expect? I fall from a weird ass hole in a different world. Knock my noodle around to where I am spitting up blood and in a dazed state, I’ve got guys rushing at me to grab me. Naturally I’m going to put up a fight against that sort of thing. Any person who didn’t should be beaten for not trying to fight back.” Finally she took herself a seat and retained her initial pose when on the chair. Leg crossed, elbow on knee and chin in open palm while staring at the man. “So…beyond the fact that I chose to scrap with your guards. What do are my options? --
[Israh] -- Also…I’m surprised you know I can use ‘magic’ but for some reason, I can’t pull upon my power here to use it. You know why by chance? Not very comfortable with the feeling because it makes me feel….disconnected from my deity.”
StarletCain had just opend the shop so it was quiet. She was caught up on all her orders as she just sat behind the table drawing. She had music playing loud as Sage was still away. She was drawing a new consept for a new weapon she wanted to work on. she liked creating new weapons and hope to oneday get them sold. She was working on a plasma sword that could heal you with a press of a button and man did it look sweet. It would glow the color of your health and if it glowed Green you were great, blue, hurt, and red close to dying. On the hit would be a green gem that you hit it would blast you with a healing magic only known to few and can heal you. The only down side it only had ten useses brefor the gem would need to be replace with another. she drew and giggled just waiting for someone to come in.
Emperor_Winter-Wolf smiles "The reason why your magic doesn't seem to be working is because magic works differently depending on the dimension you go to, you just need to figure out how your magic works in this dimension and you'll be fine, for example, I am an Elementalist, though a rare type even by my peoples standards as I can use every element, and that is rare" as he held up his hand and very shortly had orbs of elemental power, each a different color that represented an element orbiting his hand. He then looked at her "As for your options, unless I know your particular skills and mind-set, I cannot say for certain what your options are currently, but the paths of the mage and warrior are open to you, or you could even join the military once you gain citizenship, its because I can get things moving that you aren't meeting someone of a lower rank, I personally scheduled this meeting" as he smiled.<E>
[Thyrkil] Thyrkil's stay on Caledon so far has been peaceful, despite expectations. He has been mostly a tourist, if a bit of an imposing one, always fully clad in his armor with currently peace-bonded weapons. He makes no effort to hide who or what he is, though it might be unlikely that anyone on Caledon, so far away from the Citadel, might have any idea what the mailed-fist insignia on his armor actually means. It is just as well, though; Thyrkil isn't here to strike fear into their hearts. Today's destination is Sage's magic shop, a curious thing to him; magic is a thing tightly controlled and regulated in his own particular corner of the galaxy, and so he is curious to see someone peddling it. Thyrkil carefully makes his way inside the shop, allowing the door to close behind him and stepping aside in case someone else is behind him. Clearly not searching for anything in particular, Thyrkil looks around quietly, wondering what he might find.
[Israh] “You personally huh?” She questioned and gave a soft laugh. “What, was it because I gave your men such a hassle when I was still fighting to remain conscious that you are curious? You came out pretty quickly with that ‘Military’ option and citizenship.” She continued her laugh, actually going so far as to slapping her own leg before sitting upright and letting out a soft sigh. “Sadly I’m not the type to be tied down as some sort soldier. Ran into way too many soldiers who couldn’t think for themselves.” Her head shifted and continued to look about the general area while pondering. “A warrior is something I was born as though. The proud daughter of a Turkonian Chieftain and one of the seven heroes from her world who helped restore balance to it from the deities that were at war with each other.” She shifted her gaze back to the man before her and shrugged. “I’m sure I can figure something out…maybe work as a hired hand. --
[Israh] -- I dunno, you got monsters in this world? I’m sure I can handle them once I figure out how to connect back to the weave.” She was impressed by the display of his magical energies. No doubt it was rare for someone to be able to control all the elements considering the opposing elements from her world working in the same form would cause someone to explode. Still, she had seen others with similar abilities but lacked the oomph her own ability to manipulate a singular element had. It was almost like being a jack of all trades and a master of none as opposed to a specialist in something. Still, she couldn’t rightfully tell just how powerful his affinity towards the element of earth was due to her lack of being able to pull upon the weave in this world. She would no doubt have to look into that if she was going to get her full arsenal of abilities back. “So what sort of options are open for someone as a warrior here in this world with the ability to utilize magic? --
[Israh] -- Don’t suppose there is a lot of work out there for someone like me, hmm?”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles "There's plenty of work, though I doubt you'll find much out in space, however, out in the Wilderness and other areas beyond the walls of the city and Fort Ticondaroga, you'll find plenty of work, monsters, evil spirits, the like that haunts villages and towns, however, I would suggest going to the Mages Academy, speak with the Archmage and Senior Instructors there, they should be able to help you regain your abilities and figure out how they work" as he took out a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a message on it, signed it, then folded it into thirds and sealed it with wax and pressed his seal into it. He then wrote on the front that the message was for the archmage and held it out to her "Here you go, this is a letter of introduction to get you in to see the Archmage of Ptolus, if anyone can help you figure out how your abilities work in this dimension, it will be him, and if not him, then he'll know who to ask" as he smiles.<E>
StarletCain would giggle as she saw the man walk in. Shegot up setting her coloring stuff down and smiled bowing her head. "Welcome to Sag's Magic Shop and Weapon Store. The names Star, magic used extordinare how may I help you?" she asked raising her head with a soft smile on her face. she was polite and kind. She hated her job most days but with Sage gone for awhile she could relax and be a little more herself.
[Israh] “HAH! Yeah, space isn’t happening either way. Sorry…not interested in space fairing at all…what.so.ever.” Her tone seemed very stern about that fact. Never the less she would watch the man write down something upon parchment and finally finish up by working to hand it over towards her. Naturally she would reach out and take it from him but remained seated, looking at the paper offered. “So you’ve yet to tell me…” She looked up once more and tilted her head to the side, now looking upon him as though trying to read his intentions. “Why exactly did you want to have a meeting with me personally rather than having some attendant deal with me? You had to have some reason behind the motives.”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles "Frankly, simple curiosity is all, but now that I've met you, I know you won't cause any trouble to anyone in the city, and the City Guard will be made aware of this, though please, try not to start any trouble, you can defend yourself if you need to, certainly, but don't attack anyone and avoid the Warrens, their a dangerous part of the city, also, as an apology for the guards overzealousness, I have instructed a guard to have a money pouch of eburones be given to you, you will need them anyway to purchase the gear you will need" as he smiles.<E>
[Thyrkil] It takes Thyrkil a moment to realize that he is being addressed. He looks up and over at her, his face only barely visible beneath the helmet. 'Magic and weapons?' he asks, somewhat incredulously. Surely, the common-folk here aren't allowed to walk around armed, are they? Magic is one thing to be selling, but weapons? He has a second look around the shop as if seeing it in a new light. Suddenly, quite a few questions pop up in his head. 'Is it not dangerous to be selling weapons? Do you not fear that they will be misused?' He speaks slowly, as if he has some sort of trouble speaking, as though he has to find each word. 'Show me your weapons,' he says, trying to make his request sound like more of a request and less of a command.
StarletCain would giggle as she would lead him to a wall that had everything from normal non-magic weapons to thoes of the rarest form and her creationsw. "We have non-magic stuff and we have some rare finds. Some of the guns are my own creations. I am always up for making custom weapons. I am good and love to make new creations that use my magtic skill to help thoes in time of war and protection." she said smiling. "All the weapons that leave here have a gfail safe sysytem. If someone was to use it for harm other than protection or war they can shut themselves down and not work. I know who deserves a weapon and can tell who will misuse em. I am a pretty good judge of character." she said as she smiled.
[Israh] A few blinks were given before suddenly a beautiful laugh seemed to escape from her. Her body actually worked to lean back during the laugh that echoed out within the room. It was apparent that despite her tomboy nature she was in fact, a woman still at her center. “Oh by the gods that’s hilarious.” She stated this in the middle of her laugh that continued on for a bit longer before finally shaking her head and moving to stand upright. “Tell you what. I will take this pouch of…uhh…eborons? What ever they were called. Though I will only take them as a future payment for something.” She wandered about the desk and actually worked to plant a playful punch on his large arm. “Don’t you worry Brennus. I’ll make due on your next job for what ever the guards give me as payment. Or hell, even if they need something done. Don’t hesitate to send someone to find me for something. If I know myself like I do, it won’t be hard to find me. People will talk.” She grins wide. --
[Israh] -- “I love to stand out after all.” Her hand with the paper in it rose up and waved it a bit. “So should I just get one of the guards to show me how to find this Ark-mageous…person thing?”
Emperor_Winter-Wolf chuckles "Yes, though its impossible to miss the Mages Academy, its the towering crystal spire" as he chuckled. He then waved her on as he turned to his data console, since he had some pressing matters to deal with. Israh would know that she had been very lucky and honored to have been given the time he had given from his busy schedule.<E>
Kaenan walked into the magic shop as Starlet was showing the armored man the weapons in time to hear her words "Aye, she does that, but not every Enchanter does, and its for that reason a protective barrier is placed over the city to reduce the chances of death, but its not perfect" as he hauled his bag over to the counter. He heaved it onto the counter, the hilts of several swords peeking from the top "Here's the shipment of swords and axes you wanted, usual price?" as he looked at Starlet.<E>
[Thyrkil] A weapon that knows the purpose of its wielder? The prospect of such a thing is rather strange and unsettling to Thyrkil. He looks on as Star shows him the weapons, lost in almost childlike wonder. Then, the man's comment reminds him that he is, in fact, not alone here in the shop. From the looks of him and his comment to the woman, he is some kind of smith. 'So anyone is allowed to bear a weapon? No permission or service required?' Thyrkil decides that he would probably not want a weapon that could decide not to work of him if it somehow divined his intentions. The idea of everyone carrying weapons sparks a memory, one that is quickly snuffed by another presence in his mind. For the briefest of moments, Thyrkil thought he remembered a time when he lived around others who lived this way, but the moment passes, and Thyrkil shakes his head. 'What is done with those who are deemed to be misusing their weapons? How are they judged?'
[Israh] A nod was given before she turned and made her way towards the door and opened it up. Out she wandered from there, past the two guards at the door before closing the door behind her and then made her way over towards the guard that had escorted her there initially. “So Brennus here said one of you guys would help show me to the massive crystal spire in the city to meet some Ark-mogol or what ever. Seems he can help me figure out why I can’t use my magic here or at least point me in the right direction.” She stated and lifted the parchment with the Emperor’s seal on it. “Gonna have to give this to that guy also to explain why I’m there I guess.” She would wait naturally for the man to either lead the way, or at least help lead her to whoever would lead her to meet the Archmagus. Though she did make sure to bring up another subject. “Oh…and he mentioned something about Eberons or something like that? I don’t know, guess that’s your form of currency?”
StarletCain would chuckle. "Ah Zarek. How are ya? Sage is gone on family business so your stuck with me." she said chuckling as she hugged him tight. She knew Zarek as he was how they got all the best weapons in town. She would run into the back and would come out with his payment and smiled handing it to him. "Same as always, hope ya been well also." sje said as she cared about all her firneds and people she conidered family. Seeing Zarek made handling Sage a lot better. She walked back to the other and waited to answe anything else hetr had. "Oh Zarek, I have a sketch that I was wondering if you could see about making?" she said running over and finished the drawing fast and smiled handing him the sketch. "I want it dul end and in the center a slot where I can but an Emerald." she said smiling. She lisned to the other and smiled. "I have magic ways that can trace someones backround and show if they did anything wrong and or anything that should denie them a weapon." she said.
Kaenan nods and accepted the bag of Eburones and then took a look at the drawing, frowning "Aye, I can make this, but I need to know what metals you want it made from before I start, depending on the metal, I may not be able to start right away" as he looked at her. He then turned to Thyrkil to answer him "There are two options for those that commit crimes, prison, or the Trial of Life at the Arena of the Blade once convicted by the courts, the first is self-explanatory, though they may also be sent to one of several prison mining colonies, and the second is basically where the criminal fights for his life against trained gladiators and dangerous beasts with only a simple weapon given to them" as he looked at Thyrkil. He then thought on that "Well, there is a third option, and its reserved for those so depraved that their deemed unworthy of working for the good of the empire, or fighting in the Trial of Life, they are instead shipped to Tuatha, our largest moon, where they are used"<C>
Kaenan <C>"..in experiements, so that they can still contribute, but as for what they are used for, I don't know nor do I care to" as he shrugged. When Starlet had an emergency to deal with and left, he shrugged as he headed back across the street where his workshop was located. A sign hanging above the door identified the shop as that of a blacksmith, and two additional signs showed that armor, weapons, tools, and other items were made there. He was confident that Thyrkil would follow, likely with more questions to be asked, which he didn't mind. The first part of the workshop was the actual store, where the weapons, armor, and tools he made were on display. The weapons he had delivered were custom orders, which was why he delivered them to Sage's Magic Shop. In the back portion, which made up most of the space, and had his living quarters above on the second level, had various tools, and other equipment for smithing spread out. There was very little that could burn, most everything being made<C>
Kaenan <C>of metal or stone. The forge and anvil sat at the back of the shop, next to two large open doors that led to a small pond, which helped to keep the shop from getting too hot.<E>
Zarek walked along the streets that he hadn’t roamed in some time. Getting back to this place hadn’t been easy but some of the best challenges never were easy. Plus figuring out how to sneak on board ships and stay hidden while up in space, that was even more fun in a way, but also more likely to get himself caught. Still it was worth it though to travel from place to place for pretty much free. He didn’t really remember the last time he had been here, Just remembered having to leave in a hurry to avoid something… Shrugging off his thoughts, he turned his eyes towards the various shops, hoping to find something cheap to buy.. or lift. Not right now of course, but later tonight. When less people would be around to notice.. Dressed in a shirt and pants that were a few steps up from being rags, and a mass of messy blond hair he knew he looked out of place, but he didn’t care. Humming a little nonsense tune to himself he continued to wander.
Thyrkil nods in appreciation when the smith answers his question. In fact, Thyrkil does follow after Kaenan as he leaves the magic shop, deciding to vent his curiosity on the fellow as he takes in the shop. 'Are all of your people warriors?' asks Thyrkil, making a logical conclusion - if anyone can wield a weapon, then anyone can learn to wield a weapon - and the concept of someone with the ability, but not the will, to learn to fight eludes him, for no such person exists in his lands - everyone who is allowed to take up a blade is forced to in service of the Hand. With such laws in place, though, perhaps the need to bind warriors to the service of the state is not as necessary - perhaps they already do. A nation whose commoners could defend themselves would by quite difficult to raid.
[Israh] “Gyah, this damn thing itches…!” Israh was grumbling and walking with her hands tense and open as though she were pretending they were claws of some sort. Her facial features were distorted to show both annoyance and discomfort while her shoulders shifted constantly. “Bah…what ever…if it allows me to use my abilities again then I’ll suck it up.” Her mouth was clenched tight and her words were coming from her teeth. Practically hissing her words as she spoke. The street she had been on, well who the hell knows? She sure as hell didn’t! After meeting with the Archmagus and getting her magical abilities back to her after quite a bit of time, she had been left to her own measures. So getting a lay of this massive city was her first priority. “…so I guess I need to find a place to stay for cheap…” She muttered to herself before spotting Zarek off in the distance. “HEY YOU!” She called out with that loud, obnoxious and annoyed tone of hers. --
[Israh] -- Had Zarek looked in the direction of Israh, she would spot the look in the woman’s gaze. “There any cheap Inn’s or something like that around this damn city?” Once more she would shift uncomfortably as though she had a HORRID itch on her back that needed to be scratched.
Kaenan shrugs as he leaned on the counter "Most of the Nord certainly, though not all of them become warriors, they train to master a specific weapon to better defend themselves, but in general, most nord are considered natural warriors, people like myself, a hyur, well, you'll find most aren't warriors, though we are encouraged to learn how to fight with a weapon, which cuts down on crime, and also makes it harder to subjugate a populace, now when you go to the frontier, everyone that colonizes a frontier world is a warrior, mage, paladin, or other skilled person, its a necessity since their priority is to establish the colony and get it secure for the second wave of colonists and so forth, but in general, you will find most people are not warriors, but we know how to defend ourselves, and there are few pacifists out there, but their considered idiots" as he shrugged.<E>
Zarek jumped some when he heard someone yelling at him. They didn’t sound very happy to see him, and his first thought was to run. He almost did as he looked over at the one that had yelled at him. A curious look could be seen on his face. He hadn’t done anything to warrant getting yelled at as best he could think of. Nope, it seemed she just wanted a cheap inn. Shrugging a little he put his hands in his pockets and walked over towards her so he wouldn’t have to yell and gain more attention. “I really don’t know anyplace cheap. I just got back to this place.” He said before looking around. He couldn’t even remember where a inn was, granted he had never really had use for one before. “Sorry I’m not much help.”
[Israh] Those steel blue eyes would finally close and her hands would finally give in to raise up and slap as best she could her own back. “Grrr….” She grumbled slightly before finally stopping her actions and sighed. “Why didn’t they warn me it would itch so much after…?” She was mostly questioning herself but didn’t say anything more beyond it. Instead she would look back to the male whom she had called out for and her irritated looking features would finally calm. The itch had calmed from the heavy slaps she had given herself on her back now thankfully but it did not fix her current problem. “Oh. So you’ve no clue about any place nearby huh? Do you know this area well enough to at least get me to…oh shit. What did Brennus call it? The Wor-war…Warants? Warrens? Some shit like that? You know that place? I was warned it’s a bit rowdy there so I might find some cheap places to stay near there.” Hopefully this stranger would at least know the direction she needed to travel.
Zarek blinked for a moment. He recalled the rougher area’s better since that was generally where he could find the best places to crash and make a safe house sort of place. “I’m pretty sure we can find whatever it is you’re lookin for. Better area’s you’ll want to ask someone else. But I know some spots like what you said.” He spoke quickly as he took a step back. He didn’t want to get to close to the lady who was oddly slapping her back.. Which he hadn’t really seen anyone do before so he was a little wary of her. Granted if he went with her to this place, he might find some a few people he could lift from and try to get his feet under him so to speak here. Or get enough money to get to where ever he wanted to go next. “I think its down that way.” He mentioned as he gestured towards a side street.
Zarek waited for a while before he returned to the streets, Only to head for one of the shops he hadn’t really seen many people in. He had no clue what was all in the shop, but it looked interesting and possibly a good place to get some new supplies. As he slipped in the door, he tried to be quiet, but he wasn’t hiding, He didn’t want to draw attention if he was caught. Still several things were catching his eyes as he moved around the store slowly. Sure he was caught by the items in the store, but he was also watching to make sure no one else got to close to him. Almost to the point he was paranoid.
Kaenan was tending a few things behind the counter of the store part of his workshop when he saw Zarek come in. He gave a basic greeting and encouraged the man to look around, but otherwise kept to what he was doing. Since help wasn't requested, he would wait until Zarek was ready to purchase something, which he doubted would be very long.<E>
Zarek looked over to the man at the counter a few times. But things in here were more than he could afford really. Like most things. He was skimming by. "Hey.. did you make all this in here? How long it all take?" he asked as he gave into a little curiosity. While he didn't know how to use anything better than a steel rod as a weapon, he had no real use for getting a real one. Not to mention it would mena he'd be putting money into soemthing he might not be able to hold onto for long. But if he could learn to make stuff like this.. even off hand, it could mean he could sell stuff if he got it close enough to right...
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Kaenan looks at the young half-elf "Depends on the size of the weapon, armor piece, or the tool, but generally a few hours per piece" as he looked at him. He then smiled "You interested in learning lad?" as he looked at him, doing a quick study, and knowing that the skill and discipline that went into being a blacksmith would be good for him.<E>
Zarek paused for a long moment. "I'm good at making odd things... Never on this level.. " he said before looking back at some of the weapons. He wasn't sure of this guy, but the guy was still behind the counter so he could keep some distance. "Why you askin if I want to learn?" he asked as he looked back to the stranger.
Kaenan shrugs "You asked how long it takes, which usually is an indication of a will to learn, also, you should know that the longer a blacksmith takes on a piece, the higher the quality of the piece, that as well as the quality of the metal and materials determines the price of the piece, what your looking at now is my finer quality stuff, over in the barrels are cheaper stuff, but still reliable" as he smiled.<E>
Zarek looked at the barrels, then back to the finer stuff. Wandering over to the barrels, he looked in and realized quickly what the man was talking about. Reaching in he pulled out one piece and looked it over. "Couldn't you work on it more?.. Get it better?" he asked looking back to the man in confusion. If he was able to make better stuff. why not do it all the time? After a moment he put the piece back in the barrel. Barely making a noise some how as he did it. He was careful that was for sure. But he looked back to the man a moment later. "Sure.. I want to learn.. Don't have the means to though." he said as he stepped back, moving to the middle of the store and looking around, trying to figure out how things could have been made, or how long things had taken.
Kaenan chuckles "The answer to that is simple, while I could work on the pieces more and charge more, I would sell less, thus I would have a smaller customer base, but by mixing my better pieces in with my cheaper pieces, I increase the size of my customer base, and thus make more money, and even the cheaper items are reliable, I refuse to sell a piece that would break on someone, and you'll find that that kind of care is appreciated and thus I get repeat customers" as he smiles. He then nodded "How about this, you apprentice under me, and work for food and board, I'll give ya some spending money every week, but you'll have a place to sleep, eat and work, and a modest income, you might even open your own shop one day" as he smiles.<E>
Zarek paused then. He hadn't been expecting this at all. It made him uneasy and that was something he couldn't hide instantly. "Why offer a street rat that just walked in off the street. You don't know anything bout me and yet you offer a job?" he actually took a step back towards the door. He had dealt with things like this before, but none of them had worked out. In the end people had wanted slaves or worse. He hadn't stayed free by taking chances such as this.
Lintaya knelt on the ground in the gardens. She had her old garden torn out and tilled to keep away the memories she refused to relive. Sitting back she'd pick up one of the packets of seeds she bought and would place a few in the earth and covered them up. She'd continue this until the seeds and new plants she bought were all put in the ground and where she wanted them. Once done she'd stay sitting back on her heals looking around her garden and taking off gloves.
Emperor_Winter-Wolf had watched Lintaya as she worked, knowing that the loss of her child still haunted her. He wanted to help her, but also knew that her fierce pride kept her from asking for help when she didn't desire, so he kept his distance, yet made sure she knew he was there if she needed him. He then closed his eyes and concentrated on his magic, slowly Lintaya's garden would begin to glow a soft blue, and then the plants began to grow rapidly. Within a matter of moments, they had grown into a beautiful garden, but there was an addition that Lintaya had not put in herself. It was an extremely rare flower found only on a island to the east of the capital, far to the east. Yet here it was growing in abundance, and it was known as the Mourning Flower, but rather than cause sadness, it was well known to help those who were grieving to heal by bringing peace and solace via the beautiful and vibrant colors of the petals and center.<E>
Lintaya blinks some when she was putting her spade and gloves in her basket. She'd turn to look for her father and spots him standing at the stairs to the palace gardens. Offering a small smile to him she'd stand up and look to the garden. She'd clip a few of the flowers and placed them into her basket. She'd walk over to him and dips into a low curtsy to her father. “Thank you father, now I don't have to wait for the beauty to come into view.” She'd rise from her curtsy and looks to him as she walked up the stairs. “I heard there is a new blacksmith in the kingdom. Is he any good?” She asked while standing by the doors.
Emperor_Winter-Wolf sighs and shrugs "I don't know of any new blacksmiths down in the city, thats something the City Administration Office in Old Town would know better than I would, I have more pressing matters to attend to than who or what is happening in the city, I just don't have the time to visit the city anymore" as he shakes his head. He then shrugged helplessly "If he has a shop down in the city, if he's in Midtown or North Market, then he must be very good" as he looked at his daughter.<E>
Lintaya offers another fake smile as she waited for him to join her in walking back into the palace. “I will see if he is. Thought about having a few things made for the garden and for....” Takes in a deep breath and looks down. “Never mind.” She'd take her father's arm if he walked inside with her and hands her basket to a maid to take to her office. “I had reports of the grocery store you put in my care sent to your office. I also made new batches of bandages and healing tonics for the medical ward of the palace.” Looks up to her father.