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Aaaaand replied. Hey, I'm getting better at this whole being prompt thing.
Aelfric couldn't help but be impressed with the young girl. She was confident, and never batted an eyelash about being confronted by him. He decided she must be from the East, where the nobility was not nearly so prominent as in Dalrian society. He had even heard tell that some Turizi cities were ruled by an council of merchants of all people. As if merchants knew how to rule anything but a purse. After giving some idle thought to pressing the issue, Aelfric decided the girl had a point.. "Of course, how rude of me. I never introduced myself, and here I am making demands. My name is Baron Aelfric. I'm a jumped up knight turned minor noble, and by the grace of the good King Geralt-and some rather fuzzy territorial boundaries-I am the owner of this part of the forest, and by extension these ruins. As such, the duty of investigating the recent discovery falls to me."

The big man shifted himself into a more comfortable, less aggressive stance. He did, without even thinking about it, rest his hand on the hilt of his sword though. It wasn't meant to be a threat, it just came naturally to him. He scratched at his beard as he watched the young woman retrieve the knife and loot the corpses. Despite his own confidence and generally easy-going manner, Aelfric was very cautious about this young woman. In his experience, there were very few types of people who were so comfortable around corpses. Veteran soldiers, naturally, people who were exposed to death at a young age, and experienced killers. Soldiers (good soldiers at least), only killed when necessary, which Aelfric was willing to admit it likely was in her case. They also weren't usually averse to looting the dead, and in fact it was an expected perk of being the victor. Still, Anthea didn't exactly look like a soldier to him. She might be a refugee of some sort, a resident of some war torn land. That would explain her familiarity with death, and such unfortunates were certainly willing to loot battlefields in order to survive. Still, such people weren't always quite so willing to make corpses themselves as she was.

That, of course, left the most likely possibility as her being an experienced "unprofessional" killer. Possibly herself a bandit of some sort. Aelfric didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he considered it his duty to keep his lands and the people living in them safe from any possible aggressors. Thus he leaned forward, and asked a bit more insistently, "Now, I've introduced myself. I think perhaps you should do the same."
Hey, what do you know, I actually managed to get a post up the day I said I would.
Aelfric was scowling after the escaping bandits as he slowed to a stop next to the two not-quite-so-distressed damsels. He was deeply regretting leaving his horse behind at that point. They were too far ahead and traveling too light in order for him to be able to catch them on foot, and Aelfric took offense to bandits prowling about his land. Knowing that it would be useless to give chase, the baron sheathed his sword with a harrumph and turned towards the two women. He simply stared at them for a long moment, taking in L's ears without expression. He glanced down at the bodies. Two men dead, and one knocked unconscious at the least and possibly dying from brain injury. He looked at Anthea and raised an eyebrow. "I would say that you took that a little too far, but I doubt the vermin would have been any nicer about it." He told her, finally breaking his silence.

He took one last regretful look after the fleeing men, who were already almost over the hill. "I would like to take care of that right now," He said, more to himself than the two women, "But there's nothing for it. I'll have to arrange a search party after I'm done with all this business. Speaking of which..." He turned back to the two women. He had a stern look on his face, and his bright green eyes had a piercing intensity to them. He did, however, bow slightly to them. Baron Aelfric was nothing if not a gentleman, after all. Still, he had no illusions about them being ordinary peasant girls out for a stroll. No, that particular idea was dispelled once he saw Anthea knife down two men without a second thought. "Now," he began in the voice he normally reserved for pronouncing judgement in the cases the villagers brought to him, "I would like to know whom you two ladies are, and what you are doing in these ruins."
Haha, not a problem, life happens. :P However, now I have to revise the post I was working on. I'll try to have it up soon(ish).
I was trying to wait for Emma, but sure, you can has post. I'll try to get one up tonight, but it may not be till tomorrow.
I really need to stop giving exact an exact eta for my post, especially when I'm at work. At any rate, I've made an IC post to try and get things moving for you two. Hopefully we can get some more active participation here soon.

chukklehed said
Mutiposts only really apply in the IC. If you post like that in the OOC, it's pretty much a bump.


Yeah, I know it's OOC, which is why I wasn't saying anything thus far. It's just a pet peeve of mine, sorry if I seemed rude about it. :P
Aelfric couldn't help but be a little bit awed by the ruined remains as he picked his way through. Even crumbling to dust, there were hints of what must have once been master craftsmanship. What was more astounding, to Aelfric's way of thinking, was that these were obviously the least that the city had to offer. They were the outskirts, far flung, humble homes that were far away from the central glory of the city. Aelfric couldn't imagine such a society where even the commoners were housed in such an opulent fashion. It was certainly something beyond the capabilities of any modern city. Even the wealthiest of Turizi trading hubs had a substantial slums district where poverty reigned supreme.

Aelfric was interrupted in his musings by a voice floating through the air to reach him. It sounded like a young woman. Aelfric couldn't make out precisely what she was saying, but he was fairly certain that it was something about food. Speaking of which, he recalled rather longingly that he had left most of his supplies, including food, with his horse on the edge of the forest. He hadn't wanted his warhorse (the pride of any noble born warrior) to trip on a root and break a leg amidst the dense forestation. Aelfric idly considered finding the source of the voice. They were, after all, technically intruding upon his personal property. Aelfric was hardly the sort of man who would make a deal out of such a thing, but perhaps he could get a bite to eat out of the deal...

The knight meandered through the twisted warren of buildings that were all the remained of the ancient slums, wondering to himself how exactly he should deal with the unknown person. Or persons. He realized that, unless the person had been speaking with herself, she must have someone with her. He had made the assumption that it was a local peasant girl who wanted to see the ancient marvel, but Aelfric began to worry that it might be a band of looters, or a bandit gang looking to make the ruins their new base of operations. In light of the sudden suspicions, Aelfric rethought his plan. He picked his way through the crumbling cottages much more carefully, wincing every time his chain mail jingled. Armor was not the ideal accoutrement of the stealthy.

Aelfric slowly, and noisily, made his way to a point where he could see the source of the voice. To his relief it appeared to be no more than two young women, though there was something very...off about the one fiddling around with the pot. It was difficult to tell from this distance, but somehow he wasn't entirely certain that she was human. Aelfric's relief, however, was short-lived. He spotted movement in the trees above the two women, and what he saw was not nearly so benign. Flitting in and out of sight was a pair of very unsavory looking characters wielding crude, simple weapons. Aelfric started running towards the two ladies, and shouted up at them. He had no real proof that the two men above them were anything other than friendly, naturally, but it wasn't something that Aelfric felt like gambling on.
I'll get a post up myself here within the next couple hours. I'll try and give you and Emma something to do. :) Also, try not to multi-post please.
chukklehed said
slow day...


You'll have that. I'm not particularly worried, but I may make another post myself tonight to kinda keep things going a bit.
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