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| JakezuGD | Apr 7 2014, 01:02 PM Post #1 |
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Author of Ultanopia
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- Prologue - ~ Two Years Ago ~ A man clad in a long hooded cloak makes haste with another such man. They whisper intensely with each other, in spite of the sun shining outside. In the distance, a large crowd and someone addressing it. “...Rejoice, people of Ylisse! Your coward Exalt has fled...” The other man scoffs as they near a trapdoor. He lifts it up for the other to enter, but he hesitates and gives a concerned look. “Are you absolutely certain you want to go through with this? Don’t you worry for the people?” The other man clutches an oddly-shaped sheath on his hip. “They are no people of mine now.” “Alixia…” the other man begins, but quickly goes down. Alixia follows suit, closing the trapdoor behind them. The duo take their hoods off once underground and out of plain sight. Alixia shakes his head a bit and speaks: “Marcus, there was no way I could have convinced them of Muravai’s schemes. We’re past the point of no return, you hear?” Marcus bows his head. “I should know. After all, I was the one to discover this whole affair in the first place… if only I had my suspicions sooner...” “Damn well you should. Had you gotten there earlier, we might not be in this mess now. Or would you rather have joined the club and betrayed me?” Alixia asks interrogatively, somewhat angered. Marcus looks back up to Alixia. “My condolences, milord, but we should focus on getting as far from Ylisstol as possible instead of wasting time on speculation. Muravai might have sent assassins to ensure her victory.” Alixia nods, but dons an annoyed expression. “The words that come out of her mouth are bigger than they deserve to be. Besides, if she has sent assassins, let ‘em come. This is all I need,” he says, drawing his weapon, an immaculate sword with a somewhat plain looking hilt in comparison to the blade itself. “Oh, and one more thing before we go… stop calling me ‘Alixia’ or ‘milord’.” Marcus nods and turns around, drawing his own weapon. “You’d do best to keep Falchion hidden, though.” The two run off into the tunnel’s darkness, abandoning the city they once called home. As the poison of corruption spreads within the halidom, the duo plans for their eventual homecoming. - Chapter 1 - ~ Humble Beginnings ~ “...ke up.” “Wake up. Today’s the day.” A man dressed in a somewhat tattered blue robe was attempting to wake a blue-haired man in a very similar outfit. The blue-haired man yawned groggily, sitting up on his mattress. “...Oh, Marcus… did you make sure to spread the word and the fliers yesterday?” Marcus nodded. “And did you remember to ask the township for starting provisions?” The blue-haired man got up and stretched a bit before putting his boots on. “Yeah, I did. They seemed to get the idea, so they said they’d get basic equipment for everyone who signs, as well as food and drink as long as we’re in the area.” Marcus sighed with relief, stepping away to give the man some more room to prepare himself. “How fortunate that they were so generous. If they’re placing so much trust in us, the least we could do is return the favor they’re expecting...” The other man took his sword and sheath and strapped them onto his hip, tightening the robe slightly. “They probably know how dysfunctional the Ylissean army is nowadays. They wouldn’t have moved an inch from Ylisstol by the time Northtown would be captured.” “Well, you know what we have to do, Grey,” Marcus cut to the point, tucking a tome underneath his arm. “The sooner we can start recruitment, the better…” he stated, making his way back outside. Grey finished up his preparation, shooting a glance toward a storage chest located nearby before walking out. “Your time will come. And when it does, Ylisse will belong to the true Exalts once again.” -- Stepping outside, Grey headed to the town square where he and Marcus had agreed to set up the recruitment at. The town was busier than usual, with more variety in the townsfolk than usual. Seems like all sorts of people have showed up to join… Great. The bigger of a force we can get, the better. He saw one of their fliers on the ground, picked it up and read it. ”Would You Let Your Home Be Taken? Come to the Northtown Square at midday on Fellbane Day to join the Northtown Vanguard!” Grey threw the flier away as he approached the square. A small wood pedestal had been brought to the north end with Marcus waiting next to it. Judging by the sun’s position, the time was around midday, made evident by the amount of people present. He went past the crowd and paused next to his tactician friend. “I think we’re about ready to start this thing,” he said and continued to atop the pedestal, facing the mass of people present. Marcus affirmed Grey with a nod, taking a step back to let the swordsman take center stage. “May I have your attention, please!” he began. Most of the crowd went silent, waiting for Grey to continue. “To those who have come here to join the Northtown Vanguard: you’re at the right place! To those not interested, I will have to ask of you to leave unless you have important affairs here!” Some were leaving the square, but the crowd stayed mostly intact. “As you may know, border tensions between Regna Eosa and Ylisse have been ever present since the appointment of Exalt Muravai! But should the Eosai attack, who would be here as our shield? No one! The army has no garrisons nearby, nor do they have the mobility of the Eosan army! Left defenseless, would we throw our arms up under threat of invasion or stand our ground? The latter, of course! And we, the Vanguard, shall be responsible for keeping that option viable!” He pointed to the back left, both at Marcus and a bulletin board next to him. “Behind me is a board on which the recruitment list has been posted. Should you wish to join us in protecting this land from would-be invaders and common thugs alike, please make an orderly queue and write your name on a separate line on the list. If you do not know how to write, my assistant Marcus can help you. My name is Grey, Commander of the Vanguard! Pleased to make the acquaintance of all you brave souls! If you have any questions, come up to me and I will do my best to answer! Additionally, to all who do sign up, we assemble at the fields west of Northtown in approximately two hours. You would do well to be present at least half an hour early.” Grey bowed to the audience after finishing, staying atop the pedestal. Looks like I can still make public speeches… “Please, one at a time…” Marcus calmly advised the forming line, holding his arm out with a feather pen in his palm for the first to require it... ((Note: should your character require Marcus’s aid or have a question for Grey, ask to combo.)) Edited by JakezuGD, Apr 7 2014, 01:49 PM.
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| Speedy | Apr 7 2014, 01:38 PM Post #2 |
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Fairly sure I've given up.
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Caecil had found himself in Northtown after a string of unfortunate situations.. Served him right for leaving home unprepared, right? He opened his coin purse.. empty.. Well, now he wasn't so sure what to do. He had managed to scrape by the day before, but he might actually end up having nothing to eat today.. He eyed the dusty tome in his satchel. Maybe he could act as a performer by trying to impress the villagers with his magic..? A waste of his talents, obviously, but perhaps a necessary evil.. Caecil let out an audible sigh.. but ceased as he noticed a nearby flyer. ”Would You Let Your Home Be Taken? Come to the Northtown Square at midday on Fellbane Day to join the Northtown Vanguard!” Hm, maybe an opportunity arose. He could join this vanguard, or at least stand by for the time being.. Northtown wasn't exactly his home, but if he helped out with his magic, there might be some positive consequences.. A banquet, or a feast.. or.. perhaps just a job opportunity. Roaming around like this wasn't working. In this.. vanguard, he might as least see some action, improve himself.. and if it didn't work out, he could always desert. ..Ahh, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea after all? Desertion would be frowned at, wouldn't it.. Well, the least he could do is head to the square.. Which.. he assumed was right over there, due to the large mass of people present. Hang on- maybe it's even starting.. there's a man stepping onto the pedestal.. He walked nearer, and the speech indeed began. ((Caecil listened to the speech.)) Caecil thought to himself.. Fighting the Eosan army, huh.. would it really pan out that badly.. He considered walking away for a moment.. but.. What were his options? Going HOME? Starving to death?.. No. It's about time someone from the Ruvuci family did what was RIGHT. Even if it was just for a little while, Caecil decided it was time to do something right. Join the vanguard, protect a village or two.. He looked around.. it seemed it was mostly just villagers in this mix.. then again, what would he know.. He had decided.. Ceacil entered the line.. And when he had proceeded through the line proper, he signed himself up and walked away.. already moving toward the field. He had nothing else to do, after all.. No way back now, huh. He placed his hand on the tome in his satchel. "This'll probably be a pain, won't it.." He said to himself, despite grinning. Edited by Speedy, Dec 22 2014, 02:12 PM.
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| ShichiNoBushi | Apr 7 2014, 02:19 PM Post #3 |
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((Manfried the Villager)) Manfried was assigned to carry a shipment of metal ingots to the shop. Of course his master blacksmith wasn't going to carry them himself and got the help to do it for him. The crate he was carrying, though small, was notably heavy, and this wasn't going to be the only one. Around Northtown, Manfried had noticed fliers recruiting volunteers for a new vanguard. Around the time he passed through the town square, he noticed a podium, bulletin board, and moderately sized group of people gathered around them. Eventually a blue-haired man gave a short speech stating the need for a militia to protect the region from potential Eosan attacks. The speech was inspiring to Manfried who admired the heroes from the tales of yore who fought to protect others, and he wished to one day be one of those heroes. But what could someone like me do? Manfried asked to himself. Not only did he not have the build of a warrior or even know any sort of magic, he had duties he was obligated to attend to and couldn't leave them behind simply to pursue dreams of adventure. Though these armies could potentially be a threat to his family, he already was doing what he could for their sake. Again and again, Manfried passed through the town square to retrieve and deliver crate after crate of supplies. Each time he would pause briefly to gaze at the scene and imagine what could be. On the final trip and what would likely be his last chance, Manfried approached the bulletin board and gazed at the registration sheet. Most of the names he didn't recognize, and a few he had difficulty pronouncing properly. "Are you signing up?" he heard someone ask him. Startled, Manfried said "N-n-no. Not really," before picking his final crate back up and darted off. |
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| Lilmont789 | Apr 7 2014, 02:39 PM Post #4 |
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Fear me I'm a jack of all trades!!
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(OOC: The speech) Thomas had heard about the filer for vanguards to protect the towns. Thomas had been wanting a way to make his magic skills worth something than just being used on targets. Thomas had arrived extra early to the meeting of the Vanguard to join. This appears to be the place...now to wait till it starts Thomas thought to himself as he pulled out a journal and began to write in it. A few minutes later he heard chatter and saw people lined up and saw the spokes person for the vanguard. Grey and Marcus...seems like quite a pair to work with... Thomas thought as the speech went on and on about the simple thing of defending homes and such. Thomas figured it was what he normally would hear. Once the speech was over he went right over to the boards and signed his name to join the vanguard. Once he was done he walked to the field where the group is meant to show up and sat down. He pulled out his journal and began to write in it while waiting for time to slowly push forward. |
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| Noblesse Oblige | Apr 7 2014, 02:58 PM Post #5 |
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Más Allá
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Katherine was nuzzling her Wyvern, Touraine as she screeched happily as it stayed in a large barn on the town's outskirts. "Stay here Touraine." Katherine said soothingly, "I'll be back soon." With that, she would take her leave to enter the town proper. And as she continued forward, the young woman saw several fliers about, recruiting volunteers for the new vanguard unit. It seemed like the perfect place to start off on her own adventure, something that she had been longing to do for a long time. Taking a flier, she skimmed through the words on the paper, which directed her to Northtown's Town Square. "If this is where they are recruited, I'd best be there as quickly as possible." Katherine thought to herself, walking briskly as she looked around to find the town square. This would be an easy feat, as a large crowd of people were already gathering at the town square. As much as she could try to blend into the crowd, her tall height made her stick out like a swore thumb, not that it would matter anyway, as they would soon pay attention and listen to a speech from a blue-haired individual. His words inspired courage and duty to those who have all the more wish to do. After the speech, people were forming lines to sign up for the army, and Katherine was quite eager to sign up. As soon as she herself got into the front, Katherine would sign herself up, and in a large font size to ensure that her name would be quite noticeable. "There." She said to herself, a proud smirk on her face. Coming off the line, Katherine would find herself crossing paths with another young man with a wooden box, and without any time to move out the way quickly braced herself for impact... |
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| Don Jentleman | Apr 7 2014, 03:56 PM Post #6 |
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Renzo is too sexy for himself
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(OoC: Theodore) A tall, broad man with worn brown pants and what appeared to be a fur vest was walking into the town square. He yawned as he half carried, half dragged an axe along with him, getting a few stares from the people around him. "... Waddya looking at?" The man asks, turning to some of the watching bystanders. "You got something to say to Theodore, eh?" Most of the bystanders freeze in place, and a few of them walk away slowly. "... Feh, can't even start a good fight around here... BORING!" Theodore walks into the midst of a crowd, grumbling to himself and wiping his eyes. "Seriously, I've come all this way to Ys- Ysi... whatever this crummy place is, and it's just dead around here! I should have head to one of them Regna countries first, maybe then I could have-" A load voice cuts off Theodore's grumblings, talking about some sort of vanguard, whatever that was. "Gods, some people need all of the attention..." Theodore tuned out most of the speech, up until Eosa was mentioned. "Eh? He ain't talking about Regna Eosa, is he?" Now beginning to wake up, Theodore listens more intently to the man, who called himself Grey. "... He's planning to fight off Regna Eosa forces? This guy has some balls!" Theodore grins, now interested. "Now that's what I'm talking about, some action around here!" Theodore immediately ignored the rest of the speech as well as Marcus, and made his way to the pedestal... |
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| Ryoukai | Apr 7 2014, 04:19 PM Post #7 |
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Pariah Prince
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Crius finds himself in Northtown once more. This was the place he grew up in, so he knew it well, despite a few changes here or there. One such a change was the pedestal in the middle of the leftern pavilion. Upon this pedestal, a Blue haired man was giving quite the passionate speech. Crius hadn't heard the entirety of it, but he had heard enough to know that they were charging into a battle with the intent to defend as many lives as they could. This was all he needed to hear. Crius listened intently, and after the speech was completed, he made his way tword the sign-up roster with an abundance of haste. This Vanguard seems like a most honorable cause, and no battle is without wounds. It seems only natural that they should have need of a Healer's talents, and such a niche is perfectly suited for a man like Crius. With his name jotted down, he left for the fields everyone had been directed too. No doubt, he thought, this would prove to be quite the adventurous time. Edited by Ryoukai, Apr 7 2014, 04:24 PM.
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| Cedi Fonei | Apr 7 2014, 06:15 PM Post #8 |
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Dragon Lord in Training
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(OoC: Theodore and Marcus Combo Post) Marcus gave the axebearing man a curious glance, noting his disregard for Grey’s speech- and patience- as he approached the pedestal. “... can I help you, sir?” he inquired, speaking more subdued and quieter than the blue-haired commander. As Theodore practically prepared himself to jump onto the pedestal, he was interrupted by a green haired guy holding a book. “Eh? What does it look like I’m doing? I’m joining this party!” As the man confirmed his passionate intentions, the tactician pointed Theodore’s attention towards the paper he stood next to. Marcus expectantly held out a pen in his hand, offering it with a professional smile. “Your enthusiasm will be welcome, I’m sure, but you must use the applications like everybody else…” Theodore takes a quick look to where the man pointed, then looked right back at him. “Well, we’ve got a problem then. I can’t read!” Theodore said, with a large grin on his face. You could almost say he was proud about being illiterate. “O-Oh, my apologies…” Marcus sweat, apparently studying Theodore’s grin. The fact that some of the recruits would be illiterate was a given, but his attitude towards it was… surprisingly reassuring, and not reassuring at the same time. “Aaanyway,” he regained his composure and cleared his throat. “I’d be happy to write your application for you, sir. Your name, please?” “Theodore! I haven’t heard your name though! I might not read, but at least I have manners!” Theodore replied, the smile still on his face. “Marcus,” the man introduced himself, scribing the warrior’s name onto the sheet. “And I apologize again. We are meeting in two hours at the western fields.” “Alright then! I’ll be waiting for you folks there, then! And thanks for the help, Marcus!” Theodore said, immediately bolting off towards the fields. “Thank you, Theodore,” Marcus dismissed the young man with a nod, returning his attention to the line. “Next...?” |
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| Overlord SoS | Apr 8 2014, 06:56 AM Post #9 |
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Star of the Show
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((Elizabeth and Marcus Combo Post)) Elizabeth had been running errands in town for her father, carrying sacks of perishables to take home when she came across what appeared to be some kind of rally. It caught her attention, but the large crowd made her feel a little overwhelmed. However, curiosity got the better of her timidness; so she kept to the back of the crowd, listening to speaker with analytical intent. He has a point, and a militia would be an excellent use of my skills. But I’ve never seen this guy before. Elizabeth thought, her mind still wavering. Her father, while a bit out of touch at times was very dependable and could easily hold his own. With the loss of her mother, and the disappearance of her sister she worried he might not take to being alone well; but she was an adult and had the right to live as she saw fit. I’ll apologise later. Elizabeth justified as she took her place in the growing line, feeling uncomfortable among the rowdier of the crowd. She felt a warm bead of sweat on her brow. I hope I don’t regret this. Elizabeth, having waited patiently in line approached the man with the register, sizing him up. Outside of their weapons it was hard to distinguish them from the normal populous. The idea was solid, but a ragtag militia would need solid leadership to stand against what threatened the town. Might as well enquire, I doubt those weapons are for show. Elizabeth, after examining the man finally spoke up. “Before I put my name down for anything; I have a question for you. My name is Elizabeth.” She bowed slightly, politely introducing herself as her tunic swayed with her body’s movements. “I’d be glad to answer it, ma’am,” Marcus returned her polite gesture, retracting his pen-bearing hand for the time being. “You and... Gray was it? Do either of you have any formal military experience or training?” Elizabeth enquired, her eyes trained intently on Marcus. “The two of us have practiced swordsmanship, though Grey’s bests my own by far,” the assistant began, pointing to the hilt of a sheathed blade tucked within his robe. “I have also studied magic with tomes, and battlefield analytics,” he explained, adjusting the pair of glasses on his face. “I see, that puts my mind at ease. Consider my arm and my spear yours to command.” Elizabeth smiled, jotting her name down on the parchment. “Thank you, Elizabeth,” Marcus bowed again, glancing at the lengthening list with a smile of his own. “I assure you, our efforts won’t disappoint you.” “A-anyways. I’ve got errands to finish. Then I need to make my preparations. We’re assembling in the fields to the west, right?” Elizabeth attempted to confirm the information, to be sure. “In two hours,” the tactician nodded, affirming her expectations. “Alright! I’ll see you there! I look forward to working with you in the future!” Elizabeth waved with one free hand as she backed away from Marcus, enthusiasm burning in her heart. |
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| Noblesse Oblige | Apr 8 2014, 10:30 PM Post #10 |
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Más Allá
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(Combo Post: Katherine & Manfried) Katherine braced herself well, as she would be knocked back slightly from the impact. Her clothes, nothing more but a leather vest and cloth shirt and pants were ruffled, but nothing was out of place, but to say nothing of the young man. “You should watch where you’re going, you don’t know who you would end up running into” Katherine said, pouting at the individual. Upon blindly colliding with a solid obstacle, Manfried rebounded backward onto his rump and dropped the crate he was carrying which shattered into splinters on impact with the ground and spilled the metal bars contained. Once he recovered from his daze, Manfried first noticed his dropped cargo. “Ah Lord!” he exclaimed. “Silas’s going to kill me!” He then scrambled to collect the bars together and clumsily tried to keep them contained in his weak arms. He then heard a voice from above calling out to him. As he stared upward at the tall, statuesque woman, he gasped and once again landed on his backside. “Imsosorry! I’m so sorry, miss!” he calls out with more fear than courtesy in his voice. Katherine sighed and shook her head, somewhat annoyed. Yet she did not wish to leave him in such a mess, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Here, let me help you.” She began helping to pick up the loose iron ingots, keeping them contained around her arms. “So what were you doing here anyway, looking to sign up as well?” The tall woman asked, curious as to what brought him to the square when he probably knew that it was going to be very busy. “Oh. Uh uh,” Manfried stuttered. “Thanks. Thanks a lot.” He appreciated the assistance from the stranger. “I was just running errands for the shop I work at. Collecting a shipment of ingots for the blacksmith. Thankfully this is the last load,” he said with an expression of relief. “Of course I wouldn’t sign up for the vanguard or anything like that,” he answered to the absurd question. “A guy like me has no purpose in the military.” His voice almost seemed melancholy in his last line. “Thanks again for helping me with the bars. I hope you don’t mind helping carry them the rest of the way to the shop.” Katherine stood up with her arms full of ingots. “What makes you say that?” She said, following the man to the blacksmith. She had notice the melancholic tone in her voice when he said what he said. “You never what purpose you have until you give it a chance.” Katherine seemed a bit more hopeful. “To be honest, this is my first time myself, joining any form of military outfit. I’m actually quite excited!” “Well,” Manfried starts, “look at me,” he said with a shrug as if trying to gesture to himself. “I’m scrawny and pathetic, pretty much a peasant, and the most lethal thing I’ve ever wielded was a farming hoe,” he laughed and quickly lost his emotion. “I may have play fought with sticks as a kid, but that was it. But that isn’t as much of an issue because I don’t even have a chance. I’m busy helping at the shop and can’t leave that behind.” He looked back at the woman walking with him. “Then look at yourself. At least you’re… well... you know. You get to be excited because I’m sure you were preparing for it.” Katherine sighed, “Perhaps much of what you say is true. However...” Katherine walked up to him, look down at the man walking alongside him. “Even the smallest of creatures can be the more fearsome.” Katherine said, adding a little philosophical matter into the situation. “Heroes come in all creeds and social orders. Whether one is a peasant or a prince, we still walk the same field of battle, and while preparation is key, I’m sure that with the right mindset, you can overcome the lack of experience.” After several blocks, the pair approached a blacksmith’s shop. “Well, this is the place.” “MANNY!!” Manfried flinched as the harsh voice called from the forge. “You’re late, Manny! You should have been done half an hour ago.” A gruff man emerged from the shop and groaned as he noticed the two holding his metal bars in their arms. “What happened this time, Manny?” “I-I. I bumped into her, Master Silas. And… dropped the crate,” Manfried stuttered as he answered his boss, his eyes frequently breaking contact with his. “WHAT!? Were you daydreaming again, Manny? This is your problem. You don’t have focus! At least try to save your fantasies for when you’re OFF the job.” The blacksmith then turns to the woman with a grin and clasped hands. “I’m sorry, miss. Has my apprentice been bothering you? Is there anything I can help you with?” Katherine sighed, she knew all the familiar feeling of being yelled at, though it was more her family while helping on their plantation than anything else. When Silas turned his attention to her and asked, she responded matter-of-factly. “No, not at all. It was more my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings. Where do you want these ingots?” “I’m sorry he forced you to help him carry them here. You can just stack them with the other ingots inside. You too, Manny.” The two then did just that. “Lucky for the both of us I don’t have to look at you for much longer, today. I’ve recently finished my commission, and I need you to deliver it to the barracks near the western fields. It should have been delivered already, but you had to waste our time hitting on girls. I’ve already loaded the push cart. And Manny,” he called out to add a final note. “After you’re done with this delivery, consider yourself dismissed for the day.” He began to retreat back into the forge but immediately came back to add a forgotten detail. “And don’t forget to bring the cart back, Manny.” “Yes. Thank you, Master Silas.” Manfried gave a short bow to the blacksmith and then started pushing the cart loaded with weapons and armor. Katherine looked at Silas and then at the boy that he called ‘Manny’ after she had stacked the ingots with the others. As she left the blacksmith’s smeltery, Katherine would walk briskly, catching up with the pushcart. “You don’t seem all too happy working for the blacksmith, are you not?” She asked Manny, following him to the western field. “Why do you continue to put up with him anyway?” “Well,” Manfried began as he continued pushing the cart. “He does sort put me through the crucible, and is pretty hard on me. ‘Go deliver these wares, Manny.’ ‘Get your head out of the gutter, Manny.’” The stress in his voice begins to escalate. “‘Do this, Manny.’ ‘Do that, Manny.’” He took a deep breath as he composed himself. “Each time he speaks to me, it’s as if I could hear or even feel him hammering on his anvil. But I sort of have to put up with him since it’s pretty much better than the alternative. The ‘lesser of two evils’ some might say.” Katherine inquired, “And what may I ask, is the alternative?” “Pretty much just leaving the job behind which would be completely irresponsible. It’s a long story, but I don’t want to bore you with the details.” Manfried was silent for a moment as he once and twice looked to the woman walking with him. She’s probably going to ask me anyway. He sighed, “I’m working off a debt. I came from a family of farmers. I am a middle child of nearly a dozen children. More often I feel I get overlooked in favor of my older and younger siblings: the oldest get all the praise for their hard work while the youngest need all the care and attention. My parents assured me that they love each of us the same, but it’s hard for me to feel that even with a lot of love it gets spread pretty thin. A couple of years the crops didn’t yield quite enough, and we eventually built up a significant debt. Then one day when the collectors came, they had an offer that some of us could go into labor to help pay it off. My older brothers and sisters were already more valuable to the farm while my younger siblings weren’t old enough for that kind of work. So I volunteered, and that’s how I eventually met Master Silas.” Manfried shrugged as he finished his life’s story. “My name’s Manfried, by the way,” he says as he extended his hand. “Manfried Löwe.” Katherine listened intently at Manfred’s story, how he suffered all the way through his life, and the fact that he had effectively sold himself to indentured labor. “I will be honest, while I would not understand what it would feel like to have to sell yourself to virtual slavery. I do know how it feels to be part of a family set. I was the fourth of nine children born from my mother and father, and living in the Central Valm Continent, it was always some sort of competition over our parents love. Like you, I always seemed to get the short end of the stick.” “Haha,” he laughed at the woman’s comment. “I guess we are similar in that regard: middle children in large families. I guess I’m a little more fortunate that there never was any competition among us, and we more often worked together. Especially since we couldn’t afford any other help. My brothers, sisters, and I were friends just the same as we were family. We would fight with each other occasionally, but I expect that’s natural, and at least there were never hard feelings that came of it. I suppose my lack of attention could have just been an interpretation on my part.” Katherine smiled, and nodded, “By the way, my name is Katherine, Katherine Longespée.” She said as she shook Manfried hand. “Say Manfred, do you have a dream you ever wish to achieve?” She asked with a bit of curiosity, “For me, I wish to be a great hero, exalted among men and women alike, and bring honor to my family.” “I guess that’s something else we have in common,” replied Manfried. “I might say that I, too, wish to be a hero like in the stories, tales, and legends. Since I work in a blacksmith’s shop, I see all sorts of warriors, soldiers, and knights asking for supplies and services. When I’m lucky they share their stories of deeds and the battlefield with me. For me, though, I’m not as interested in fame or honor I suppose. I guess I just want to help people and make their lives better, happier. For the time being, I’ll just do what I can as humble as that may be.” Katherine could agree wholeheartedly on the matter. While it is good to fight for honor, it’s equally as important to help other people. Though with the conversation that had gone through they found themselves at the area in question, a land of rolling plains, ideal for training. “I guess we’re here.” “Huh.” Manfried looked around at his surroundings. “I guess we both had the same destination after all. Well, I need to drop these off at whoever is in charge. Thanks for the talk, Katherine.” After saying farewell to the stranger, he pushed his heavy cart in the direction of what appeared to be the barracks and armory. |
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