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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 3:47:25 GMT -5
Arthang was in the mortal form of sir vardane. he rode on his steed threw the feld. He had just awoken a year ago and the world had changed so much. He rembered the grate battle that had taken place on this feld. he had been there but then he had ben at every battle since before people knew what war was. He could not belive how much his art had changed. he started to canter along the feld rembering every blow made. He him self had felled several dragons.
The squad he joined were all young but willing to defend there home with there life. so he had belesed them with his presence. They had not asked for it but it was given. He was a god who belived in helping those who would help them self. he loved the fight mans prayer. "God let me stick it to them before they do it to me" he murmered those words to no one in genral.
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 4:03:54 GMT -5
She was riding.
"Come on, then, pick up pace..." she whispered to her horse, who immediately lengthened his stride, his glistening, autumn legs pounding hard against the ground. The grass, moaning as her horse brushed through it, was high- nearly to her horse's knees, but dead. And blood soiled.
And then she saw them- a young haze of men, all soldiers working for the good of the empire. Excellent- just what she needed; there were no jobs coming to her, so, she would go fetch one.
"Ho, there!" she slowed to a trot in front of them, saying, "Hello, gentlemen. Where are you going, and can I join you?"
Realizing that this probably came off more forward then she had originally intended, so she smiled awkwardly, fingering the back of her neck.
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 4:16:33 GMT -5
He smiled and bowed to the woman. "My ladie I am not going any were I am traveling to see the sights of this land." he could tell her coment was a bit more forward than she had ment so he decied to dissmiss it. "I am Sir Vardane a man of fortune so to speek. the company of such a fair maden would be most enjoyable."
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 4:23:56 GMT -5
Fair maiden?
Well, well. She had not heard that one in a long time. But, when you hang about elves, the comparison was harsh on behalf of the mortal.
But still, it ruffled her, and it was a moment before she could respond- beauty wasn't she normally spoke of. And being called it? A greater shock then even that.
But she recovered soon enough, and, hoping he had not noticed (though he probably had- he seemed the sharp sort), said:
"Well, It's a pleasure, Sir Vardane." She swung a leather coated hand forward to shake his, "And no need to bow. They call me Deft. A ranger."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 4:31:17 GMT -5
"I was rasied with manner. A ranger that is a noble skill a true warrior." he relised she was taken back by his coment he could see that she had the warriors hart. That alone was a rare thing in this world now. Part of him wished to go back to the way things use to be were there was a field of honor. To be honest he hated siting up there just watching. He understood more from being down here on the ground. he kissed the back of her hand it was an old fashioned thing to do but when you sleep for 999 years your not realy up on the curent trends.
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 4:41:30 GMT -5
She instantly flushed, the color from her face shaking away, but, when she recovered from a second shock, smiled: a gentlemen soldier? That was refreshing.
And, more importantly: he knew the honor of the trade. And that was something that did not come often.
So, she wrenched the reigns of her horse until she was in striding position next to him: she liked him far too much already.
"Well, where next, Sir Vardane?"
A man of fortune, he had said? She wondered: what did that shade...?
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 4:47:55 GMT -5
"well I belive there is a small town not far by. I was planing to travel there next." in fact it was were he joined for the war agenst the dragons. he rembered seeing all the nervis young men joining they called him sargent VArdane back then. he looked after them saved a few of there life to. some whent on to be grate men of war.
"I mean no isult by this but it is rare to see a maden ranger. you must be realy skilled." he hoped this coment would not upset his new traveling companion.
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 4:58:23 GMT -5
"Excellent." She nodded- towns meant taverns, taverns meant mead... And she wasn't going to pretend she didn't care for mead, now was she?
"None taken- It is a rare a sight, isn't it?" She laughed, saying, "And I'm sorry to say it is also rare to find a female ranger who isn't pretending to be a male, either. But that's too much effort for me, I'm afraid." She smiled, and the continued.
"And as for the compliment- I offer my thanks. I do what I can with my sword, but I couldn't shoot an arrow three feet in front of me."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 5:02:04 GMT -5
he smiled at her coment. "Men and women are just as good as each other in the art of war. I see no shame in fighting along side a woman. Most men fear they will be destacted by the fairer sex." he clicked his horse and it started to move slowly.
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 5:11:21 GMT -5
She followed after him, feeling a steady admiration building up in her throat. He was- so-
Decent? That's the word?
She spurred her horse as well, he began a lazy pace, keeping alongside Vardane.
"Well, I only wish more men shared your opinion, Sir Vardane. But more do then I think most realize- I haven't been mocked for sword-yielding since... I was in the Dwarvish city. They were cocky until I out drunk them all. They made up for it most excellently; they have fantastic mead."
She paused, and realized that she hadn't asked him anything about himself.
"Well, Sir Vardane- there is a sword at your belt- would you mind telling me the sort?"
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 5:17:26 GMT -5
"It is old blade. I do not realy know were it came from. it has never done me wrong and I belive that it never will." HE could not tell her the truth that it was the blade of the god of war. he done that before and people belived him to be mad. he had not realy lied. he did not know were it came from he just always been there in truth he belived it to be part of him. He was skilled in all weapons used by mortals it was part of who he was after all. "In truth I have become atached to it. no other weapon realy feels the same."
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 5:26:08 GMT -5
She nodded- that was very interesting... a man of fortune with an unheard of blade... now that was something to tell the next group of children she had flocked about a fire.
"My sword's not nearly so interesting, but I can identify with your feelings- I don't think another weapon could replace my sword." She tapped the scabbard, saying, "Broadsword- Dwarvish made... they may say elves make the finest weaponry, but they shatter under pressure. I'd rather have an ugly blade if it stands the test. Besides- this blade is... nearly a part of me, now. I don't think I'd walk properly without it- I'd feel off balance. It's one of the many reasons I hate Balls- swords aren't permitted, and how I do you expect someone to dance if I'm cannot walk properly?" She then added, as an after thought, "I was never a very skilled dancer, though. So I suppose it does not make a very large difference, give or take."
And then realized; she was probably talking too much... dammit. She sealed her lips and waited for him to respond. She would need to work on that.
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 5:33:12 GMT -5
"I never been one for dancing my self. I agree with the blade it is for cutting the enemies of its owner not to look nice. People now adays use them as a peace of dress." The smoke from the fires of the small town were in clear veiw over the hill. It was probaly a lot biger now that it had been when he was last there. He felt the presence of a small temple to him there and it made him sick. No one who understood war would use it. he was always glad of that and that he looked nothing like the images they used.
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 5:39:11 GMT -5
[This is my last post for the night- I'll see you soon!]
"Ah! There it is, now." She breathed deep, it was a ranger habit: you could tell a lot by scent- there was something out of place of the normal coal-and-log fire... Incense? Or Perfume...
"I smell something out of the ordinary," she told him, turning to face him, "Incense or perfume... some sort of celebration in the streets, I think. And some kind of pork. Definitely a celebration. Do you know of any... local holidays here?"
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 8:09:12 GMT -5
"It could be something to do with the battle that was held up this way. It was one of the bigest between dragons and mortals."
In truth he had never taken an intrest in mortal celibrations. he been told there was none for him not that he care if there was or not. he had never seen the point and argued with some other god who had demanded his followers gave him one.
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