It only took Marcus a few moments to weigh his options. The man that had suddenly walked up at him was tall and had half of his face hidden, much like Marcus' own. More importantly was that there were daggers floating around him, one of which he had somehow shot a few inches away from Marcus. No doubt another one would strike him before he'd have a chance to kill the man with Sang Min. He could try to run, sure. But it would no doubt take the man only a few moments to catch up with him or shoot a second dagger at him. Besides, the man had somehow managed to see or guess that Marcus was hiding in the alley, after all the effort Marcus had put into staying out of sight. The final drop was that the man had said that Marcus could leave the city in peace which was exactly what he wanted. So he surrendered and slowly walked out of the shadows with his hands stretched out to his left and right, making sure that the man would see that it was now impossible for him to draw his bow.
"I have no intention of hurting you. I'm only looking for a way to leave the city. No doubt you are as well, so could I come with you?" His voice was but a high-pitched whisper and if he hadn't been so tired, Marcus would most likely have cried. This day that had started out so beautifully had turned into an absolute nightmare.
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"I'm free", she said, bewildered. As she sprouted her wings. "You are", he answered, smiling. While hiding all the strings.
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Ellri said
The thing about the Vocators is that not even the more knowing citizens of the Empire know about them, let alone someone on the other side of the known world. Other than things related to the empress, there's no secret in the Empire that is better kept. Just because something is old, does not make it more known. If you've kept something secret for several hundred years (while all that time, information technology has not changed much), you'll be pretty good at keeping that secret. If anything, people would assume they're an odd part of the Imperial Army, maybe some sort of elite vanguard.
Aaah, okay I think I missed the part about the Vocators being a well-kept secret. I just figured that since they were old, no doubt some of Shin's predecessors had traveled to The Empire to hear about them. In that case I'll edit it all out! Thanks for pointing it out :)
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Guilty Spark said
@Alida, The Kalesian Empire, while at least on the same continent, is far enough away that it would be impractical for Da-Hyun to have much knowledge of them, especially knowledge regarding their Vocators.
I can understand that, but since the order of Vocators is hundreds of years old, and the Yuushinto family has spent years and years gathering as much information about the world outside Da-Hyun as possible, I figured at least Shin would know a little bit about them. Not exactly how they fight or how and where they are trained, just that they are female relic users trained to fight for the empress. However, I can totally agree with you that it won't be common knowledge. Marcus won't know and especially someone as obnoxious as Yeong-An won't know about the vocators. And since he doesn't even speak proper Othean, I'll edit the bit about him speaking Kalesian with the vocator.
Is that acceptable Spark?
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No Bite and All Bark said
Dont worry im just messing with youI dont mind the names for starry espically because writing "The Starry Vagabond" is pesky."Drama queen", Starry, sparkles, captain dramawhateves
DANGIT, stupid writing :'D I'm really unable to tell when someone is joking (even worse here than irl) pfffft and here I was starting to worry that you might hate my guts for the rest of eternity.
No Bite and All Bark said
Ok guysIm getting my wisdom teeth removed todaySo i wouldn't expect any more posts after this one, at least not todayI might be able to get one up tomorrow
Good luck Bark!
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No Bite and All Bark said
Glitter?i wouldnt be mad with these names but they make like no sense smh
I thought because of "Drama Queen" and I believe "Sparkly" and stuff... I'll just keep it at Starry then, sorry Bark I meant no offense (´-｀)
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Okay, now the post is edited enough to be readable :)
I just assumed that Glitter and Artemis would head for the docks, so I already put that in my post. I hope nobody has objections to that?
I just assumed that Glitter and Artemis would head for the docks, so I already put that in my post. I hope nobody has objections to that?
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Marcus
As Marcus continued on, he suddenly noticed that one of woman clad in black was walking in the alley to his side. He quickly took a few steps back and sat down, making himself as small as possible. After a few moments he had managed to regain control over his breathing. Slowly and with the silence that hunters posses, Marcus knocked an arrow on his bow. Before drawing it, he slowly peeked around the corner. The woman was halfway through the street but before Marcus had the time to draw the tendon, something came out of nowhere and jumped on the black woman. Filled with terror, Marcus watched as it struggled to keep the woman down. He could almost taste his breakfast again when it bit the woman's throat. What monsters have these foreigners taken with them into Othea? In his confusion, it didn't occur to Marcus that since the creature had attacked the black-clad woman, it most likely wasn't on their side. Still tightly clenching his bow, Marcus didn't wait for the monster to finish feeding and quickly ran back into another street. He'd rather run into more black-clad woman than deal with that... creature.
After a while of running around (in circles) as stealthy as he could, Marcus decided that his best chance would be to try and escape the city by water. No doubt the foreigners would have come here by land and even if they had come by water, it wouldn't hurt to take a chance on it... He hoped...
Now that he had finally managed to think straight again, he didn't find it hard to find the harbor. After all, he had grown up in a harbor city himself. Since the city was build near sweet water, he couldn't rely on his taste, but he still could trust his nose. It was common to let the... smellier craftsman settle near the harbor, where most people wouldn't be bothered by the smell of things such as fish, leather tanning and tar. When he reached the harbor, the first person he spotted was the big log seller, Bor standing near some sort of canoe. There were a few others running around on the docks as well, most sailors and merchants. Bor was by far the one that stood out the most. Before he could decide if he should walk up to Bor or not, two other conspicuous characters appeared on the scene. Marcus decided it might be best to observe them first before he took action. An arrow in one hand, his bow in the other, Marcus stood still in his small, dark alley. Patiently waiting for what would happen next.
Yeong-An
With a swift motion that he had performed a thousand times before, Yeong-An slid his twin swords out of their scabbards. A broad smile spread on his face. People were running away in panic, screams filled the air which had suddenly darkened. True, Yeong had been surprised for a moment when the world turned black, but now happiness had replaced all of his other emotions. After all, in the tournament he hadn't been allowed to kill his foes. As far as the young lord could tell, the new figures that had appeared were foreigners, like himself. More importantly, after it became clear that they were killing guards, Yeong-An was sure that it'd be okay if he killed a few of them.
One black clad figure came his way and Yeong-An swung one of his swords at his head, mostly as a distraction as the other sword was on its way to the figure's side. Expecting to find resistance, Yeong-An had put his weight behind the second attack. The figure however, managed to dodge his attack with ease and.... grace. Hatred and anger bottled up in Yeong-An's chest as he realized that he was fighting a GIRL. That was no worthy opponent for the Lord of Ubondat! After a few more attempts to attack the woman, with anger as a poison in his veins, the woman lashed out at him with the pointy stick she'd call a weapon. Yeong-An halted a moment when he felt hot blood running down his face, giving the woman time to land a second attack on his shoulder. With an angry scream, the young lord took a few steps back and charged at the woman, using his weight to his advantage as he rammed her. The woman was taken off guard. Nobody would have expected such a stupid move since she'd only have to point her Sovyna at him to let him impale himself. However, the woman was a moment too late and Yeong-An managed to throw her to the ground, pinning her down. He spit in her face and ignored the pain he felt when the blade of a second Sovyna hit him in his back. "Say bye at gods, if have any, whore." He mumbled in his broken Othean as he slowly let one of his swords drink blood from her throat. Panic arose in her eyes as she realized that she'd die, but the panic quickly faded. She smiled as she saw what her sister had done to his back. Yeong-An would never know if she had understood his words, for all light faded from her eyes before she could answer. Blood streamed from the wound in her throat and stained Yeong-An's armor and face. He slowly rose, laughing bitterly as he realized that most of the blood that stained his armor was his own. For some reason, the second black-clad woman had disappeared. "You moron! What by The Nine did your late father teach you about the combination of swordsmanship and anger? You sully his memory the way you fight!" When Yeong-An turned around, Mongkut spat in his face. "I killed her, what's so bad about that?" The world slowly turned darker and Yeong saw how the loath on Mongkut's face quickly disappeared, making way for worry. "I'll get you out...here... Hang...." Then the world became darker than it had ever been before.
Shin
Shin had taken some time to watch as Yeong-An was outmatched by only two of the foreigners. If the young lord hadn't been so brash and filled with anger, he would have watched his back and he wouldn't have had to die. A decade ago, Shin would have saved the lord and used his powers to kill a few more of the black-clad woman. Now he only observed and took note of the way the foreign woman fought. After all, his loyalty didn't lay with the lower lords. Shin's loyalty lay with the Realm.
The women were obviously not from Oragos or Harra, judging from their clothes and way of fighting. The only logical possibilities would be that they were an unknown, unhappy faction within Othea or Lendrians who had crossed the mountains. However, it would be rather unlikely that Lendria would seek war with Othea when the Lendrians spent most of their time and energy in fighting the Ceranians. And judging from what he had read and hear about Othea, the kings were usually loved and he had never heard of a minor faction with intentions of rebelling. Would they be Kalesian? But what would the Kalesian Empire have to gain from fighting here in Othean and how would they have gotten here in the first place? After all, the mountain range to the east was as good as impassible, especially for larger forces. All the fighting on the walls and the sound of panicked screams and weapon clatter that seemed to come from the outer walls gave Shin the impression that the black-clad women hadn't come alone. The only thing he could say with surety was that they were an elite group of fighters. A full and logical explanation would have to wait, for now Shin just remembered how the women fought and how they were dressed. He would discuss it with the family elder when he returned to Da-Hyun.
As Mongkut killed the second black-clad woman, Shin turned his attention back to the tribune. Almost all spectators had fled the theater and most of the black-clad women seemed to have left to spread across the city as well. Shin was toying with the thought to give Yeong-An a small amount of poison to ease his pains and allow him to live a little longer. However, the feeling he had felt before suddenly became a lot stronger. Looking around, Shin noticed that one of the black-clad women seemed different from the rest. When he stood completely still, for a few moments he could see that she shone as brightly as a proper evoker should... except for her face. With astonishment, Shin realized that her face was invisible for normal humans. He had never met anyone besides himself who could do that and Shin had to suppress the urge to stop his light manipulation, show himself and talk to her. Judging from her companions' behavior, she'd kill him without hesitation or simply out of a reflex if he'd suddenly show himself. So instead, he drew his twin swords without making a sound. It took him a bit of effort to keep them invisible as well. His powers worked best on his own body, but it wasn't impossible. He slowly walked up to the woman, unsure if he should quickly kill her while he was still invisible. All of his instincts and common sense screamed that he should, but the unknown feeling that had prevented him from leaving earlier now prevented him from killing the strange woman just like that.
As Marcus continued on, he suddenly noticed that one of woman clad in black was walking in the alley to his side. He quickly took a few steps back and sat down, making himself as small as possible. After a few moments he had managed to regain control over his breathing. Slowly and with the silence that hunters posses, Marcus knocked an arrow on his bow. Before drawing it, he slowly peeked around the corner. The woman was halfway through the street but before Marcus had the time to draw the tendon, something came out of nowhere and jumped on the black woman. Filled with terror, Marcus watched as it struggled to keep the woman down. He could almost taste his breakfast again when it bit the woman's throat. What monsters have these foreigners taken with them into Othea? In his confusion, it didn't occur to Marcus that since the creature had attacked the black-clad woman, it most likely wasn't on their side. Still tightly clenching his bow, Marcus didn't wait for the monster to finish feeding and quickly ran back into another street. He'd rather run into more black-clad woman than deal with that... creature.
After a while of running around (in circles) as stealthy as he could, Marcus decided that his best chance would be to try and escape the city by water. No doubt the foreigners would have come here by land and even if they had come by water, it wouldn't hurt to take a chance on it... He hoped...
Now that he had finally managed to think straight again, he didn't find it hard to find the harbor. After all, he had grown up in a harbor city himself. Since the city was build near sweet water, he couldn't rely on his taste, but he still could trust his nose. It was common to let the... smellier craftsman settle near the harbor, where most people wouldn't be bothered by the smell of things such as fish, leather tanning and tar. When he reached the harbor, the first person he spotted was the big log seller, Bor standing near some sort of canoe. There were a few others running around on the docks as well, most sailors and merchants. Bor was by far the one that stood out the most. Before he could decide if he should walk up to Bor or not, two other conspicuous characters appeared on the scene. Marcus decided it might be best to observe them first before he took action. An arrow in one hand, his bow in the other, Marcus stood still in his small, dark alley. Patiently waiting for what would happen next.
Yeong-An
With a swift motion that he had performed a thousand times before, Yeong-An slid his twin swords out of their scabbards. A broad smile spread on his face. People were running away in panic, screams filled the air which had suddenly darkened. True, Yeong had been surprised for a moment when the world turned black, but now happiness had replaced all of his other emotions. After all, in the tournament he hadn't been allowed to kill his foes. As far as the young lord could tell, the new figures that had appeared were foreigners, like himself. More importantly, after it became clear that they were killing guards, Yeong-An was sure that it'd be okay if he killed a few of them.
One black clad figure came his way and Yeong-An swung one of his swords at his head, mostly as a distraction as the other sword was on its way to the figure's side. Expecting to find resistance, Yeong-An had put his weight behind the second attack. The figure however, managed to dodge his attack with ease and.... grace. Hatred and anger bottled up in Yeong-An's chest as he realized that he was fighting a GIRL. That was no worthy opponent for the Lord of Ubondat! After a few more attempts to attack the woman, with anger as a poison in his veins, the woman lashed out at him with the pointy stick she'd call a weapon. Yeong-An halted a moment when he felt hot blood running down his face, giving the woman time to land a second attack on his shoulder. With an angry scream, the young lord took a few steps back and charged at the woman, using his weight to his advantage as he rammed her. The woman was taken off guard. Nobody would have expected such a stupid move since she'd only have to point her Sovyna at him to let him impale himself. However, the woman was a moment too late and Yeong-An managed to throw her to the ground, pinning her down. He spit in her face and ignored the pain he felt when the blade of a second Sovyna hit him in his back. "Say bye at gods, if have any, whore." He mumbled in his broken Othean as he slowly let one of his swords drink blood from her throat. Panic arose in her eyes as she realized that she'd die, but the panic quickly faded. She smiled as she saw what her sister had done to his back. Yeong-An would never know if she had understood his words, for all light faded from her eyes before she could answer. Blood streamed from the wound in her throat and stained Yeong-An's armor and face. He slowly rose, laughing bitterly as he realized that most of the blood that stained his armor was his own. For some reason, the second black-clad woman had disappeared. "You moron! What by The Nine did your late father teach you about the combination of swordsmanship and anger? You sully his memory the way you fight!" When Yeong-An turned around, Mongkut spat in his face. "I killed her, what's so bad about that?" The world slowly turned darker and Yeong saw how the loath on Mongkut's face quickly disappeared, making way for worry. "I'll get you out...here... Hang...." Then the world became darker than it had ever been before.
Shin
Shin had taken some time to watch as Yeong-An was outmatched by only two of the foreigners. If the young lord hadn't been so brash and filled with anger, he would have watched his back and he wouldn't have had to die. A decade ago, Shin would have saved the lord and used his powers to kill a few more of the black-clad woman. Now he only observed and took note of the way the foreign woman fought. After all, his loyalty didn't lay with the lower lords. Shin's loyalty lay with the Realm.
The women were obviously not from Oragos or Harra, judging from their clothes and way of fighting. The only logical possibilities would be that they were an unknown, unhappy faction within Othea or Lendrians who had crossed the mountains. However, it would be rather unlikely that Lendria would seek war with Othea when the Lendrians spent most of their time and energy in fighting the Ceranians. And judging from what he had read and hear about Othea, the kings were usually loved and he had never heard of a minor faction with intentions of rebelling. Would they be Kalesian? But what would the Kalesian Empire have to gain from fighting here in Othean and how would they have gotten here in the first place? After all, the mountain range to the east was as good as impassible, especially for larger forces. All the fighting on the walls and the sound of panicked screams and weapon clatter that seemed to come from the outer walls gave Shin the impression that the black-clad women hadn't come alone. The only thing he could say with surety was that they were an elite group of fighters. A full and logical explanation would have to wait, for now Shin just remembered how the women fought and how they were dressed. He would discuss it with the family elder when he returned to Da-Hyun.
As Mongkut killed the second black-clad woman, Shin turned his attention back to the tribune. Almost all spectators had fled the theater and most of the black-clad women seemed to have left to spread across the city as well. Shin was toying with the thought to give Yeong-An a small amount of poison to ease his pains and allow him to live a little longer. However, the feeling he had felt before suddenly became a lot stronger. Looking around, Shin noticed that one of the black-clad women seemed different from the rest. When he stood completely still, for a few moments he could see that she shone as brightly as a proper evoker should... except for her face. With astonishment, Shin realized that her face was invisible for normal humans. He had never met anyone besides himself who could do that and Shin had to suppress the urge to stop his light manipulation, show himself and talk to her. Judging from her companions' behavior, she'd kill him without hesitation or simply out of a reflex if he'd suddenly show himself. So instead, he drew his twin swords without making a sound. It took him a bit of effort to keep them invisible as well. His powers worked best on his own body, but it wasn't impossible. He slowly walked up to the woman, unsure if he should quickly kill her while he was still invisible. All of his instincts and common sense screamed that he should, but the unknown feeling that had prevented him from leaving earlier now prevented him from killing the strange woman just like that.
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Kaapse pracht is good too! And not too expensive.
Cocktails...hmmmn, I must admit that I'll pick a cocktail any time over beer.
Cocktails...hmmmn, I must admit that I'll pick a cocktail any time over beer.
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Fireball wiskey? Heineken Beer is the best! (Dutch pride!!!)
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BingTheWing said
Dear lord, Guilt. Can't you see? Glittering drama queen. Obviously Starry's real name is Edward Cullen.
ROFL I'm afraid only his eyes are glittering though xD He must be in disguise then.
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