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| Topic Started: Mar 30 2009, 02:13 AM (238 Views) | |
| Kryssin | Mar 30 2009, 02:13 AM Post #1 |
The First Lady Knight
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Alas, after her lone patrols in the island of Deist, where the sights and sounds of mechanical endeavors echoed sleeplessly, it was time to return back to her home island; Gaea. It would be moments later till Cleira would arrive back at the castle, deliver her reports, and rest at the barracks or the city inn. But before then, something tugged at her heart strings. There was no denying, she longed a home, a home that she helplessly lost when Asriel wreaked havoc a year before, wiping out many structures in his wake. Though most of them have been rebuilt, hers was lost forever. Perhaps it was Rorian's way of telling her, 'move on already.' Because she owned no steed, Cleira had to rest on a pile of mossy rocks just after she passed the enchanted door that connected the two islands. The weather was being merciful to her today, though it was slightly overcast. The contrast of sun and cloud made the figures of the landscape cast long dynamic shadows that quivered with the breeze. Afternoon was beginning to bring the sky to a more gentle orange glow. As Cleira sat with shield and polearm just next to her, she fiddled through the bag of Legions she kept with her, a testament of her saved earnings. Surely there was enough now to buy her own dwelling and possibly a horse for travel, but she had always been stingy about money. Why then of all times would she think of purchasing a place to call her own? 'It's probably time," she thought with understanding. The knighthood shared with her the freedom many contemporary women dared not to endure. She tasted it, and after her travels, she was tired of having to rent a place just to sleep. Taking up her belongings she purposely wandered off the main path to view the countryside, glancing here and there the spots of homes and farms that took root throughout the valley. Though Alanis was grand in its architecture and modernity, the country seemed to call out to her in welcome. With rapture she feasted her eyes on the sight of a very small lake she remembered passing when she was on the monthly trade route with her mentor Rorian. There were very small village communities here and there, but mostly the land around the lake was unadulterated and pure from destruction. Cleira gazed into the rippling water, wondering if she could manage to build a structure of her own, and maybe establish her own smithy, another passion she held aside from knighthood. It felt right and true being here in the pasture rather than a neighborhood of estranged nobility. 'Maybe I can find a ranch, and a good horse too...' she continued thinking with eagerness. |
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| Garrik the Younger | Apr 3 2009, 08:40 PM Post #2 |
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In a life in Shambala one often saw and did many things. Some less pleasant then others, but the endless waves of ether, flowing skies and strange discoveries often combated the melancholy. Today's discovery was one of his many, but most enjoyable experience with magics. He'd passed the crackling doors on many occasions but they never ceased to amaze him. With company he'd acted as if such doors simply rained from the sky, but alone he felt a juvenile glee as he studied the marvelous craftsmanship. He reckoned that he was no mean smith but in comparison to these marvels he knew that some things were simply beyond him and his calloused fingers. As he hopped onto yet another small hovering rock he heard the many legions clink in his pack. When he returned to town he'd probably have to wrap them to conceal the noise, but here it was just him and rolling eternity. He took the brief moment to reminisce on the how he'd obtained them. Divisions from a previous heist, all of that trouble, the assassins, gasses and plots to steal a book. Thinking back he'd have preferred that all they'd stolen had been a treasure or artifact, for he'd seen that nothing had so much potential to wreak havoc as a book. And what havoc they had wrought upon the poor crew. He considered the most unfortunate navy men of all. Disoriented by gas and thrust into a bag by a lumpen freak. Right now they were probably sharing a drink and trying to convince themselves it'd never happened. He gave a low whoop of joy as his next stepping stone fell into the endless space and a series of hops from stone to stone saved his life. He knew what ether could do and he didn't feel like rolling that dice again. |
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| Kryssin | Apr 4 2009, 09:10 PM Post #3 |
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After visiting a local ranch, whom she was acquainted with during several occasions throughout her patrols, Cleira found at least one opportunity she was looking for. Mr. Bernley was a jolly sort of man, along with Madelyn his wife, owned the ranch a good thirty years or so, sadly without children. Their trade in raising and breeding horses has become their livelihood, as well as their adopted children. Though not the biggest ranch, nor the fanciest, with horses departed for royalty or nobility, they were a lively one with foal always arriving every spring, and horses ranging in all sorts of color and personality. Not to mention the couple was blessed with fertile pastures surrounding the area, and could not be happier with their hard work and dedication towards building on this piece of land. Cleira enjoyed their company and even spotted a short session of tea before she visited the stalls and possibly strike a bargain with the rancher. "I have to say ma'am, ah Lady Cleira, it is an honor for a knight to even consider adopting from our stalls. What brings you here when you could probably afford a better one from the Equistia Fields or even Donsbury Ranch?" Modest as ever she simply smiled and shook her head. Not many realized her background, that she never came from a wealthy family like many did. "Do not underestimate your horses sir. I believe the fruits of your labor, no doubt the love you have for them makes them a fine fit for me, or anyone else who enjoys diversity." The jolly man laughed humbly and made the rounds of his small yet successful ranch with the lady knight, discussing the temperament and conditions of each horse. Finally after some time, she made her decision when she came upon a most rowdy and spirited young mare running in the common corral. It was a Blue Roan colored horse, whose breed could not be determined as the owner explained her mother was impregnated by a free-roaming feral horse. The smooth and lightly speckled shade of her gradient coat, small cupped muzzle, and dark eyes caught Cleira's breath. Though Mr. Bernley explained the mare was somewhat difficult to train, Cleira's boldness conquered the lack of experience she held with horses. The only horses she handled were the ones back in the royal stalls where she was trained as a beginner with more soft-tempered and broken-in horses. Since then she remained loyal traveling by foot. Now was a horse she felt challenged, even compelled to train and make her her own. "May I take her for a test run?" Being quite the daring young woman, Cleira managed to persuade the owner if she could take the mare out into the open fields. To reassure them she would not betray their trust, she left her shield and weapon, in their keeping until she came back. After a difficult time saddling the temperamental creature, she was able to entice her out into the open, where the mare seemed to garnish a chance at freedom with a roaring gallop. The corners of her armor clinked together as she held on a tight grip at the reigns, trying to concentrate in controlling the horse. The mare continued to resist no matter how Cleira tried to influence her movements, and soon Cleira began to panic. Her calm and domineering commands did not sway the horse, and eventually the horses movements became out of control. The horse ran wherever it desired, crossing the main path, along the hills, and even close to the cluster of floating rocks that floated above the ether stream near the portal to Deist where she just came from. "Stop! Ah! Someone help me!" she cried out in fear of careening over the ridge. The mare neighed as it continued its bold bound across the lands, a trait that seemed to match the knight's which was now gone for the time being with rash and embarrassing horse riding maneuvers. |
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| Gunther Snyder | Apr 4 2009, 09:36 PM Post #4 |
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Gunther was in the valley again. He routinely passed between Gaea and in this valley he found a good amount of wild herbs that suited his needs. it was quite cheaper than buying medicine he knew was premanufactured and probably didn't hae that aspect of variable strenght. The dying art of apothecary was one of his little quirks. He also knew which plants was helpful and which were not, and learned a thing or two when he was still in his bounty hunting group. The grinding of his small mortar and pestle was not the only thing he heard. The valley provided an excellent place for echoes, and while it wasn't exactly good to the point he can hear things from the other side of the valley, he could hear things that were much closer. He had been working for the past few days, gathering herbs and some materials from villagers aand residents nearby, as well as the odd knight or adventurer. Today was his mixing day. He already filled several vials of cures and poisons. Weaponized, these were meant to incapacitate people or chimeras, making his job easier and the bounty larger. Right now, he was mixing a few herbs and berries together, while a small pot was nearby, filled with water, meant to mix and have the poison seep from the mashed plants, where he can then strain it, and place it into darts. Said darts will then be fitted onto a cartridge filled with minimal grains.The only consequence of this system was it was a hit or miss weapon, and only within close range. Well, the sounds of the horse started to come closer. Something Gunther was uniquely curious about as he stopped grinding. Putting the mortar down, he got up and left to get a better look. He left the clump of woods and looked. The horse and rider seemed to be in a big hurry. Well, no sense in stopping them to see what was wrong.He started to head back in, if he wasn't frozen in place by the scream. "Stop! Ah! Someone help me!" Something was wrong. Turning around, he reached for his pack, and got out the rifle telescope. The telescope wasn't attached onto his rifle at the moment, and it doubled as a spyglass. Peering through it, he saw what was seemingly a hurried messenger turn out to be a knight. The horse was out of control, as far as he can tell, its rider unable to control it. He needed to help...but how? How didn't matter. The rider was a knight, and if his memory served him well, the knight in question was none other than Cleira Avanguard. Well...added bonus, it'd be funny to hear her explanation for this. He rushed out of his hiding spot and into the path of the horse. It was stupid, and it was one of the few times Gunther's normally bored expression changed to that awful mixture of panic and determination, if those two emotions were possible to be combined. "Pull the reigns!!!" He yelled, having withdrawn his revolver and aiming at the knight and her horse. He let off a shot. High, the report of the weapon was what Gunther needed. The horse stopped before it ran Gunther over, frightened, it was turning around to gallop the other way. Working the action, he fired twice, this time the rounds impacting before the horse, which finally reared up on its hind legs. At least it stopped. Before it could run off, Gunther rushed forward, yanking the bridle and putting his weight on it, leaning back and to the side, trying to make the horse stop panicking and moving. For all he knew, the horse could drag both of them off the edge. Edited by Gunther Snyder, Apr 5 2009, 02:25 AM.
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| Garrik the Younger | Apr 5 2009, 03:22 AM Post #5 |
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"Stop! Ah! Someone help me!" The yell broke Garrik from his musings. Who could be out here and in some sort of danger? By Garriks' estimate it was probably a halfwit tourist. Long strides began carried him closer and closer too the souintnd which he'd heard only as a faint echo. He groaned as he fully realized the swiftest way to help. The familiar pain surged through him as his bones splintered and skin hardened. The hobbling man-lizard hopped from rock too rock as he heard another cry in a different voice followed by a duet of gunshots. He instinctively crouched to protect his belly and proceeded to gallop towards the sounds. Dust rose him as he dashed pell-mell towards the scene. His beady reptilian eyes peered through the dust around him. A woman in some sort of armor on a horse with a man, holding a gun and grabbing at the reins. The whole odd assortment perilously close too the edge. His eyes never left the man as the rolling ball of dust and the monster inside it neared the odd scene. He realized that approaching the horse would cause it to bolt out of fear. Instead as he hurtled towards it he unleashed a bellow from his gigantic maw. Something that would, with luck divert the horses' attention and give the two unfortunates a chance. |
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| Kryssin | Apr 5 2009, 09:57 PM Post #6 |
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Everything seemed to come so fast, hurtling in a pace of surprise after surprise of unintentional encounters. Hearing gunfire she ducked involuntarily, fearing that maybe she was the target. That was until a man jumped out of the nearby wood and offered his assistance with another distracting shot and a command. Without question she obeyed and pulled the reigns with her mighty and strong arms. There was no time to investigate his face, but Cleira was not threatened by his presence. The horse gave way from the gunfire's shock, but still reared her head in defiance against the woman's dominance and the man's intervention. The blue roan continued on a struggling pace, slowed but still strained against the pull of her bridle. Her hoofs kicked feverishly at the ground and even at Gunther while she glared at him with dark long-lashed eyes, snorting every few steps. The lady knight's sense of fear had gone, but her state of alertness peaked at a heavy sound coming at their direction from the east. It sounded monstrous, possibly even dangerous, and for a moment she lost her concentration on the reigns. The horse this time, affected by the bellow, reared again but stopped running. The mare would flee from the sound gunshot, but this sound only made it snap out of wild frenzy and instead made it curious. Cleira fell head over heels off the saddle, landing hard on her back with a loud 'clunk!' of her heavy armor. With the wind knocked out of her lungs she stayed still on her back for a moment, oblivious to anything or anyone around her. Consciously she was remarkably embarrassed about the whole thing, wishing that she was more intent in receiving more equestrian experience. 'Stupid...stupid...stupid...' she repeated over and over in her head. The mare only swayed her head looking here and there and her ears tilted back and forth with curiosity. |
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| Gunther Snyder | Apr 6 2009, 01:28 AM Post #7 |
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Gunther was thankful that the horse had stopped. He was stroking its head, cooing it and keeping it calm. Gunther's revolver was somewhere, having dropped it when he grabbed hold of the bridle. He looked to the fallen knight...and spied his revolver near her. "Um...Lady knight, are you alright?" He said, now leading the horse near her, while holding out his hand to her, as if to help her up. Gunther's bored expression was back, although his tone did sound he was genuinely worried. He stared at her for a moment, unsure if she was even alive or not. |
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| Garrik the Younger | Apr 6 2009, 06:41 AM Post #8 |
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With the immediate danger of everyone falling into spiraling doom safely averted he slowed his movements as lumbered on all fours towards the duo. Without any crisis at the moment he knew there was nothing keeping him there but his odd gregariousness gave a mild urge towards greeting the two. After all, one always met the most interesting of people out in the vastness. Reaching into his pack he removed the "Talkie Book". An odd artifact acquired from one of his many journeys. A remarkably useful artifact since when he attempted to speak in his bestial form it was easily compared to a sort of guttural moaning. He nodded his gigantic head as he approached them and upon opening the book to a random page letters scrawled themselves upon it. "Salutations." |
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| Kryssin | Apr 7 2009, 10:43 PM Post #9 |
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Out of her daze, Cleira blinked awareness back into her eyes. The clarity of Gunther's gaze calmed the adrenaline flow in her veins. Accepting humility she took the young man's courteous hand and hoisted herself up slowly to stand once more. "Y-yes...I pray thank you sir for..." Before she could finish her sentence here eyes grew wide in alarm. The source of the bellow, could it be from this creature? She stared at Garrik unbelievably at first, wondering if the shock of the fall was just playing tricks with her eyes. Though the young knight had seen her fair share of chimeras big and small, human-like and far from it, this one she could not recognize nor determine where his origins lie. Like any Legionnaire trained to put it simply protect the good, defeat the bad, and question the suspicious, Cleira became a victim of developing judgmental aptitudes inclined to match her defensive tendencies. It was an attitude she wished to repress, if only to affirm her beliefs of equal treatment and justice for all people unless proved otherwise by unlawful behavior. "You there!" Attempting to recover some of her lost dignity and regain the seriousness of her status, Cleira called upon Garrik with a pointed finger. "By duty I am appointed to request the purpose of your journey and your origins. State your claim sir...else I will have to bring you in for questioning." Fearless as the lady knight was, the lizard man's stature baffled her quite obviously from her hesitant speech. The horse merely snorted near Cleira's face, causing strands of loose hair to messily fling in front of her face. She merely scrunched her face at the mare while the stubborn horse seemed to enjoy toying with her pride. |
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| Gunther Snyder | Apr 8 2009, 12:45 AM Post #10 |
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Gunther stroked the horse. He led her to where his revolver was, the horse calmly flciking her tail at Cleira's back, and picked up his revolver. The horse looked a little worried, neighing and its ears moving this way and that. Opening the loading gate, he spun the cylinder and extracted the spent shells. Reloading and closing the loading gate, he brought the horse around to where Cleira was and looked at the chimera. Looked like it didn't do anything wrong. At the moment, best let the knight handle it. He spun the gun, feeling the familiar weight on his fingers before tossing it up, still spinning, catching it again spinning as it started to fall, before holstering it, one spin and the barrel caught the lip of the holster, effortlessly sliding it into the worn leather holster. "You know, lady knight, it isn't quite polite to point when you're already addressing him." He said, tilting his hat back. He waved at the chimera, friendly like, while at the same time keeping a firm grip on the horse, noting it had a halter. It might come in handy. |
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| Garrik the Younger | Apr 8 2009, 09:27 PM Post #11 |
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While his face was not able to properly display it Garrik felt a smirk on the inside as she imperiously questioned him and judging by the strangers' remark she seemed to be the only individual in the vicinity to truly care about the jurisdiction of the knights. While he'd spent plenty of time fighting alongside or against the knights the constant arrogant attitude that seemed ingrained upon all of them never ceased to amuse him. He considered it a sort of mental armor in which one could always convince oneself that they were in control, no matter the situation. His eyes twinkled as he opened his cavernous maw and proceeded to stick out a forked tongue at the knight |
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| Kryssin | Apr 9 2009, 06:32 AM Post #12 |
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At the scaly creature's sudden reaction, Cleira jumped with juvenile fright and expressed a tight lipped "Nnh!" at the sight of its...his?...tongue. She couldn't help that her skin crawled, being one who was not inclined to find reptilian creatures attractive. However she caught herself before going to far as to express total disgust when Gunther reprimanded her rude behavior. The lady knight let out a recollected sigh, recoiled her accusing finger, and quickly fixed her hair to make herself somewhat presentable. She didn't want to carry away such tendencies the knighthood bestowed upon her way of thinking, and actually wanted to change the image the Legionnaires had with those they had tensions with. She cleared her throat before readdressing the lizard man again. "I'm sorry...that was abrupt of me," she admitted, to both Gunther and Garrik. Her eyes looked intently at the book in his hands, then slowly back to his eyes where she blinked back again her apprehension. "Can you...speak sir? I mean..the book..." she gestured with a gentler hand. She missed the part when Garrik spoke by utilizing the book rather than his maw, and held a sincere confusion in her face. The blue roan mare continued to sway her head here and there, eager to graze but was held firmly by Gunther's grasp. |
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| Gunther Snyder | Apr 9 2009, 04:03 PM Post #13 |
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Gunther loosened his grip on the horse, and allowed it to graze but holding onto the saddle. Thankfully the horse decided to stay near the knight and was happily chewing on the slightly high grass in the area. "It's fine Lady Knight, as long as you realize your mistakes." Gunther said, rubbing the horse. It had calmed now, but it seemed best to keep an eye on it. |
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| Garrik the Younger | Apr 10 2009, 04:17 AM Post #14 |
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Garrick smiled as another jest settled in his head. Smirking on the inside he opened the book and allowed it work it's magic. Hello I am the Exceedingly Handsome Fairy Prince It was obvious nobody would take hims seriously but the demeanor of the knight made such taunts irresistable. Edited by Garrik the Younger, Apr 10 2009, 04:17 AM.
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| Kryssin | Apr 16 2009, 06:59 AM Post #15 |
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At first the lady knight's reaction was blank. Her head turned to Gunther, then turned slowly back to Garrik. It seemed after a moment of silence this woman would remain defensive, was hardly inclined to laugh to an obvious jest. However she reacted surprisingly, even to herself, as she bursted out a homely laugh while holding her hand to her chest. "Oh my..." she grinned widely and shook the last chuckles from her throat. "I'm usually not inclined to tomfoolery, but this may be an exception." Laxing a bit, finding no conflict, the knight introduced herself in her formal matters. "I am Lady Cleira, Shieldmaiden of Alanis, and Knight of the Legionnaires. If I may ask, out of fascinating curiosity, would you introduce yourself as well? Please I pray you, do not be offended." She did not include 'sire', as she was still knowledgeable about the creature's nature. Surely though, it was indeed intelligent, maybe even civil. Yet, she was still unsure how the horse stopped when it did, and did not know that this one had helped save her life. |
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