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| Rites; Part 2: The City of Four | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 11 2012, 03:14 AM (740 Views) | |
| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 5 2012, 03:45 PM Post #16 |
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Darieal looked down at her and smiled. He couldnt help it, but he liked being called uncle. It warmed his heart a little bit, that and it was adorable watching Edon, she was cute if she didnt know you were watching. He took his helm off and kneeled down on one knee. He was attempting to get more off her level, but due to his size... it more or less worked. He looked down at her and gave her a warm smile, he reached out and ruffled her hair. Well, my good nephew... it would depend if it was an open tourney or not. I am no noble, and while I carry a title, it is not the same as being a knight.... hummmm He paused and rubbed his chin, he then noticed that he had took his helm off, he then realized he felt oddly comfortable around Edon. He smiled again and shook his head. He looked at Edon, staring into her gray eyes. He thought about joining the tourney, he knew he would need permission... and as Edon tended to shy away from things like that, he decided he would keep her busy for just a few. Alright buddy, I need to use the out house... go get your self something nice to eat, a turkey leg, or a boar shank. Can ya do that for me? He handed her a few pieces of copper, and smiled warmly at her. He then stood and made his way to the "out house" He was really going to see the Father and ask for permission. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 6 2012, 07:58 PM Post #17 |
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Edon stuck out her tongue a little as her hair was ruffled, but really, she didn't mind. She listened to Darieal's explanation of tournament politics with waning interest, such rules and regulations were of little concern to the witchling. However, the promise of boar shank and turkey leg was. As soon as the coin was in her hand she was off, leaving Darieal free to pay the father a visit. He wasn't hard to find; with this many people milling about the temple it was best for the Father to be seen and offer help and pray for any that asked. As it so happened, the Father was just finishing a sermon for a departing group of Hedge Knights who bowed to the Templar as they passed him, on their way out of the atrium. With a warm and knowing smile he greeted the Templar. Brushing some of the dust from his robes as he did so. Good evening my son. Is there something I can do for you? It is a rare thing indeed to see you away from your post while still one duty, I hope nothing is amiss. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 6 2012, 08:28 PM Post #18 |
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Darieal smiled as he watched Edon trot off, he knew she was much older than she looked, but he still couldnt help but feel that she had that tinge of childishness still stuck to her. He took off too see the Father. Darieal nodded at the Hedge Knights that passed by, smiling as he did so. Still holding his helm under his arm. As he approached the father he kneeled with his head down. Nothing is amiss, your holiness. I simply came with a request. Darieal paused and looked up at the Father, then spoke again. Would you be willing to appoint me champion? I know there is a tournament that is soon, if you will be willing, I would love to serve the church, to prove the knights that the Templar are as strong and as vigilant as ever. Darieal shook his head a bit. It might do good to inspire faith, and the prise would do good for the poor. Not to mention we might need to reprove ourselves after the mixup a while back with the church guards. He lowered his head again waiting to hear the Fathers jugement. He was excited but, very nervous as well. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 7 2012, 04:34 PM Post #19 |
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The Father never lost his smile as the large Templar knelt before him, making his case. The Father simply watched and listened with a patience befitting his age, clear blue eyes never faltering. When Darieal had finished speaking the Father said nothing, but instead, turned to the large statues of the divines, scratching his wrinkled chin in thought. You make several good points my son. He said at last, turning as he spoke, his robes stirring up some dust from the floor with the sudden movement. Yes indeed, it would do the people some good to see the temple represented in tomorrows event, and the prise would be quite the help, in matters of charity. And *ahem* it would of course help to erase from memory the mishap the young Noble. I have no doubt that you will win this my son, your competitors may be knights, but you are a Templar, one of our best and most honorable! The others may have seen battle, but none have faced what you have faced. I hereby appoint you champion of the High Temple. You may participate in tomorrows events knowing that you have the temples full support. Now go my son, with my blessing. With that the father held out his hand to to Darieal, bowing his head, as he gave the Templar his blessing, and prayed for his victory in the tourney. Once finished he resumed his duties, come the morning, he would send someone over to the Alabaster keep to make Darieal's entry official. For now though, there was a temple that needed guarding. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 7 2012, 06:30 PM Post #20 |
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Darieal was smiling, ear to ear. Not only was he approved, but the Father praised his worth, and that made Darieal beam with excitement. He continued to kneel Thank you Father, Pantheon bless you. As the Father dismissed him, he stod up rather quickly and began to head back to his post, he looked eagerly for little Edon, as he placed his helm back onto his head. He was excited to tell her the good news, he laughed a little bit as he moved quite quickly. Though he slowed back down to a walk when he noticed people looking worried at his swift movements. Sometimes Darieal forgot how big he was. As he stood back at his post he looked around for her, hoping she would return soon, he had the odd notion to hug her. He wondered if such a thing was.... normal? He pondered this as the excitement welled up inside him. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 9 2012, 05:30 PM Post #21 |
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It wasn't long before the Templars keen eyes found his friend, and he didn't. Like what they saw. A small crowd had broken away from the rest of the temple goers and had formed a semi circle aroud three figuers, on of which was holding Edon up by her arm as she kicked and spat insults at them. Judging by their look, they were drunk. The one that held Edon up said something, before reaching for a dagger on his belt. A dagger that he never got to draw. From, what appead to be nothing, a thin red line formed across the mercenaries face, from the bottom of his left cheek up across his right eye before blood started to pour out from the wound. The cause soon bacame clear. As Edon swung again, the flash of her blade against the torch-light the only giveaway that she had drawn a weapon at all. The man howled in pain and dropped Edon, but as she scrambled to get away, one of the other mercs cought her in the side with a hard kick that sent her sprawling. The other drew his weapon and began to move toward the girl. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 9 2012, 05:37 PM Post #22 |
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It wasn't long before the Templar's keen eyes found his friend, and he didn't. Like what they saw. A small crowd had broken away from the rest of the temple goers and had formed a semi circle around three figures, on of which was holding Edon up by her arm as she kicked and spat insults at them. Judging by their matching armor and their weapons, the were mercenaries, and they were drunk. The one that held Edon up said something, before reaching for a dagger on his belt. A dagger that he never got to draw. From, what appeared to be nothing, a thin red line formed across the man's face from the bottom of his left cheek up across his right eye before blood started to pour out from the wound. The cause soon became clear. As Edon swung again, the flash of her blade against the torch-light the only giveaway that she had drawn a weapon at all. The man howled in pain and dropped Edon, but as she scrambled to get away, one of the other mercs caught her in the side with a hard kick that sent her sprawling. The other drew his weapon and began to move toward the girl. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 9 2012, 05:42 PM Post #23 |
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Darieal grew scared seeing Edon in trouble, then angry. Very Angry, he swiftly drew his blade and charged toward Edon. Using his large size to easily clear a path, he quickly made his way over to her. He stood up front of her, his back to her as he pointed the sword to the two men. Stand down now you drunk fools! Unless you wish to be cut down and commended to the hell of beyond! He shouted using his size to look intimidating and his loud voice to boom at the men, the anger seemed to roll out of him with every word. He was a hunter of the Tainted, a Killer of witches, a knight of the Temple. He would easily cut these men down with out batting an eye. He was just giving them the benefit of the doubt. He watched the two closely in a defensive stance. Waiting for one of them to be dumb enough to so much as spit at him. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 14 2012, 05:11 AM Post #24 |
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From where Darieal now stood he could get a clear look at his would-be opponents. Two of the men, the one that had gotten cut and the one that had kicked Edon, were of average height and build. Their faces, though, young were as scarred and battle beaten as their armor, which, from the look of it was mostly leather, with the shoulder guards, grieves and bracers made of iron. The closest of the two carried a sword, while his friend, the one that had been cut, carried a mace, both men had simple wooden shields though neither seemed to have the wits to take them from their backs. The third man was an all together different story. At least a head taller than his partners, the mercenary wore what appeared to be fine steal armor, dark in color with some sort of symbol embossed upon his chest-plate. His face was grim and pockmarked, sporting a large black beard that had been woven into three separate braids. An iron clasp adorning each. He carried no shield, and his weapon, which he had left strapped to his back, was hidden for now. Though drunk, he seemed to have a better grasp of the situation than his comrades standing back with arms folded as he watched Darieal intently through dark green eyes. The sight of a massive and enraged Darieal had given all three men pause, but only for a moment. "Oo'er you ta tell ush w-what ta do, eh?!" the man that previously been advancing on Edon managed to slur out a question before attempting to point his Sword at Darieal, nearly toppling over as he did so. In his drunken state, the man failed to see Darieal as the powerful and skilled Templar that he was. Instead, he only saw a man in fancy armor, no threat at all. You bes' ge' out mah way 'for I run ya through! without a second thought or uttered word the man charged forward, sword held high with both hands. His companions however, stayed behind. It seemed as though Darieal's wish had been granted. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 14 2012, 03:37 PM Post #25 |
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Darieal watched the men, and shook his head. He hated alcohol for this reason. Saints to sinners, and men to beasts. Darieal thought, quoting what the Father had said long ago about the subject of the Demon Drink Darieal held his sword at the ready, still holding his defensive stance. He watched the men, as one began to talk Darieal began to speak. Listen, we have no nee- He was cut off as the man charged with his sword over his head. Darieal's eyes widened, he stepped closer to Edon to ensure he was in the path of the attack. He reacted quickly and thrusted his sword into the mans exposed belly. It would be a swift powerful blow, to fell the man in a single well placed stroke. Though Darieal's primary goal was to ensure Edon's protection. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 16 2012, 04:43 AM Post #26 |
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To even attempt to call it a fight would have been an insult to Darieal's skill. Not that much of it was needed here. The mercenary, with drink clouding his thoughts and slowing his actions ran headlong into the Templar's blade, blood spilled from the mortal wound as well a burbled up from between the mans lips. With a loud clatter the mans blade fell from his grasp and struck the cobbled path leading to the temple steps. The man himself soon joined his blade, sinking silently to his knees and then sliding back on Darieal's blade, though much of it remained in his gut. The other Mercenaries who had been watching simple looked at each other and chuckled. This time the man that had been cut stood. Unstrapping the mace from his side and the shield from his back the man took up a fighting stance and began to bang his weapon and shield together and announced his. "We woulda been content wiff teachin yer little friend a lesson. but now that chu cut ol' Burdas down, we gotta make you pay too." His words were still slurred by drink, but he seemed far more coherent than his now dead friend, perhaps the pain of having his eyes slashed had sobered him up some. But then again, perhaps it was the drink that allowed him to continue on as though he had never been cut at all. "Come warrior, draw yer sword from 'is gut, so we can 'ave a fair ffffight!" |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 16 2012, 07:06 PM Post #27 |
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Darieal shook his head as the man landed on his blade. He held it there and said a small prayer for the mans soul. He then put his boot on the mans thigh and pulled his sword from his body. He looked at the man with the mace and held his stance. He was a little confused the church guards had not come to aid, with more numbers he would hope to back them down. He then glanced back at Edon and realized he didnt care, he was protecting her. Stand down you fools! None more need to die this day! He held his stance, he was not the aggressor here. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 16 2012, 09:31 PM Post #28 |
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Darieal's words and refusal to fight only seemed to make the drunkard more agitated. He bashed his shield all the harder and cursed at the Templar, insulting his honor, and the honor of his mother before charging just like the man before him. though this one was smart enough to at least use his shield, though he stopped a few paces short of Darieal, his mind just then realizing how foolish an idea it was to charge in. He quickly adjusted his stance so that his left side was to Darieal, his shield guarding most of his body, the mace held slightly overhead in his right hand. He moved in cautiously at first, sizing up the Templar through his one good eye. With a drunken smile a laugh the mercenary gave a sudden leap toward Darieal, his shield moving out and to the left as the man swung his mace in a flat arc aiming for Darieal's shoulder.
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 16 2012, 11:09 PM Post #29 |
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Darieal held his ground, watching the man like a wolf watches his prey. He was breathing lightly and was waiting for the man to make his move. Waiting and watching. Then the man jumped at him, his body was now open, but Darieal did not want to risk lunging into his mace, nor did he want to Open Edon up to the other merc, so instead he waited a few seconds longer. Once the mans Mace arm was in range, Darieal side stepped the blow and swung downward on his weapon arm, attempting to cut it off. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 17 2012, 05:40 PM Post #30 |
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As Darieal side stepped the blow and made to swing his sword, the drunken mercenary seemed to read his intent. He did not halt his attack, nor did he attempt to back away. Instead, using the force of his swing coupled with his lighter armor and the flexibility inebriated body, He managed to turn his failed attack into a masterful defense. Tucking his weapon-arm close to his chest, mere moments before Darieal could lop it off, he spun, and extending his shield arm caught Darieal square in the shoulder. A practiced move that had probably saved the mans limbs more than once. It was not a particularly damning attack to suffer, but it did stagger the Templar. The masterful display of skill did not come without it's consequences however. As the blow connected, the drunken mercenary lost his footing and fell to the ground, had he been sober it may have been a different story, but for now, Darieal had his opening. |
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