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Post by Jessie on Apr 17, 2012 20:33:45 GMT -5
The seventh cycle of the 803rd Year was abroad, and the sun shined its' might above the Kabal City in the daily routine of night and day. It was the mid day at the time of the crowds swimming through the markets, snagging up any cut-loose items on the way to and from work, the time of high peak where the most coin exchange took place. It was a rush during this time, where most commotion had taken place. New Bounties posted, fresh wheat served straight from the ovens, a restock of the minor necessities. And not another stock would be placed to the public into the following morning. Like rats, squalling over the last slice of cheese.
Though, he knew better than to fight the sharks of the sea, fruits and baring being taken right from under his hand as he casual reached out to retrieve any goods he sought fit. And all of this, with a crooked smile. If fingertips did not touch in time, it was a waste to argue amongst the herd that the product was his, but if he had one nail placed upon such a baring... well, there was no time to fight. Just a split second between that smile, and a blade resting upon your neck, the polearm in hand of the patient traveler.
With the seventh cycle soon to come, it was nearing his time to travel through the Aedai Realm once again, to the foot of all regions, Sven. Ever since he could remember, it had been that place in particular, that he would spend his evenings during the seventh cycle. Why, he couldn't recall. Or, at least, that was what he had claimed to anyone that dared question his antics. But that alone was a rare case - for anyone to question... well... anything he did.
A small giggle escaped the tattered cloaked traveler as he approached another merchant, that of a young Elf woman, whose scent carried the stench of a creature. To this individual, he cared not of the on-going flame war between the Magundi and the Realm. Nor the rage the Mutts naturally held to their brotherly kin. To Ahlix - they were simply people. Strange people, but people.
"Tell me, how much for these, dear Sparrow of Fur?" the mysterious man questioned, forking a finger down at the basket of mixed fruits. It had consist of a set of ripe oranges, a twig of grapes, a handful of apples, and several strawberries.
"What did you call me..?" the woman narrowed her eyes in question, her voice low. Yet, the cloaked mans' crooked smile still held its place as he repeated the question, lacking the last detail, "How much for the basket of fruit, Sparrow?"
Without even touching what had been in front of him, the man was well aware the fruit was before him. And blinded by his own will, or so it seemed, startled the woman, her mouth gaped open in puzzlement. But what did she have to lose, if the strange man would pay?
"...7 coins...Sir.." she shifted uncomfortably, tilting her head to the side as she watched the man dig in his cloak, pulling out a leather sack thats' size proved physically heavy with currency.
"Keep the change. You may need it one day," the crooked man grinned, a slight glimpse of fanged canines as he dropped ten coins into the womans' jar, taking up the basket and walking onward to his next destination. All the while, humming a light melody, a heavy set of by passers constantly checking over their shoulders in confusion, while a handful would pull to the side to whisper to another, mentioning something by the name of the blind prophet.
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Post by Classy Womanizer on Apr 20, 2012 12:41:52 GMT -5
Puck found himself enthralled by the city, every time he came here it always seemed just as or more amazing as the last. He had even found a few spare coins in his hands while walking, and decided to buy a pastry.
He approached the baker's stand and placed two coins on the table and smiled at the large woman behind the counter.
"Hello Felicity! I came by to-" but she cut him off.
"Oh no you don't,. last time i sold you any thing you some how managed to leave with all of my money and more pastries than ya payed for!" she said waving him off.
"I swear my bag stole them! honest, he takes it and gives it all to me!" he said holding the bag out in front of him, inside glistened the wedding band the woman had been wearing earlier. She grew red in the face and yanked it out.
"I have half a mind to call the guard! OUT!" she bellow throwing a pastry at him trying to force him to leave. but he only caught it and walked off, having her other ring and a loaf of bread from the counter that had ended up in his bag.
He walked on until he saw an interesting man, tall, compared to Puck at least, and wearing a cloak.
"Hi there, Mr. you look like you have seen a lot of the land! tell us a story huh?" he asked with his large childish eyes. From the sound of story children began to gather near him, waiting to hear a story as well.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 20, 2012 12:51:35 GMT -5
Still browsing with hidden eyes, Ahlix pondered over to a few more merchants before retrieving the last of his goods for his journey towards Sven. The noon had fell thin, and after all, he needed his rest before starting the next day, no further shut eye until he stood in front of the glory that was the Lake of Mirrors.
"Hi there, Mr. you look like you have seen a lot of the land! tell us a story huh?" a chipper voice called out, an overwhelming feel coping in the Elvaan's stomach as he halted his movements, looking down in the direction of the salesman. Still crooked smile in place, Ahlix lifted an etchy finger to his lips, as if to think over the request.
"I've seen many grounds of Aedai... A story? I suppose I could spare ones' wing..." The voice was subtle, like a hiss of a viper, yet still holding a calm impression, not meaning to intimidate that of the Sprite or children.
"Tell me, curious parakeet, what story would you like to hear first? That of the bestowing Dwarf? Or perhaps that of the fall of Liath? Maybe even something a bit more local to your talents?"
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Post by Classy Womanizer on Apr 20, 2012 12:57:51 GMT -5
"Parakeet? Oh no old timer i'm no parakeet though one time i did find one that could write in a store, he wrote an entire book! It was all about how he hated being trapped, so i let him go, thy didn't like that, but any way. Do you have a classic one? One about a hero and evil and stuff like that? Maidens and other things the like!"
at that the children all began to jump up and down and clap.
"yes yes! A hero and his maiden!" some called, but Puck quieted them with a finger to his lips and a eager fire in his eyes.
"Well have you?" he asked finally with his wide grin.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 20, 2012 13:05:38 GMT -5
His smile cracked into that of a grin, slightly exposing the jagged line of canines that sat in the back of the strange mans' mouth. "A book, you say? Quite the intellectual creature. I'll see to it I find it some day, and have it write a wise-tale of the travels I am exposed."
The cheerful spirit of whoever the man was, it was no hiding that he was of Sprite decedent, at the least. The slippery attitude that had been so contagious in the Sven region, it placed whatever heart Ahlix had to a momentary peace. He liked this strange man already, the least he could do was reward him with what he seek.
"A Hero and Maiden? Why...I believe I do have such a prose to share, parakeet!" the tall man cheered forth, tossing his arms to his sides at an angle that represented suspense. "There was one a small girl... a Mag, if I may. Tainted by that of the dirt and swells of Aedai's rejection, only to harness the power of a theft and greed..."
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Post by Classy Womanizer on Apr 20, 2012 13:10:41 GMT -5
His eyes widened and he began to pass out his pastry and sweet bread without taking his eyes off the man.
"why was she like that? Go on i must hear this tale now!" as he did this he sat right there and looked up at the man, his eyes still glistening with his enchanted fire. The children all gathered around him as well, in a cimi-circle, their eyes fixated on the mans gestures and tale.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 20, 2012 13:18:30 GMT -5
"Why? This particular dove was born of a broken wing, the curse of the Magundi running thick into her blood, the scowls of the people and Mutts alike, accepting nothing of such disgrace..."
He moved his arms in gestures, as if conjuring a spell as he thickened his words. For such a tale like this, it'd started to sound more of a horror story for children, but at least it was promised to have a happy ending. A happy ending, told by a Mutt, himself.
"She thrived on running, never staying a place for too long, and snatching whatever crumbs of the city and jungle alike. Her fragile frame was nothing but a sketch, her determination to live, much stronger than the body she possessed... Until..." he let the suspense sit at the tip of his tongue, the tension surrounding him and the attentive children only highlighting that of his spunk. "The Magundi, dared stepped into the boundaries of Kabal, the Warriors and Dragon Riders herding through the citys' hallways! Alerts were rung through the air, the safety of the people from this horrid beast at large!"
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Post by Classy Womanizer on Apr 20, 2012 13:29:26 GMT -5
Puck cocked his head to the side.
"But was she not just a girl? What little girl be so harmful as to warrant such a response! But please go on i must know of this girls fate!" he cried as he began to rock back an forth eagerly. He was enthralled by this mans tale, it was amazing and it sounded truly worthy of song!
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Post by Jessie on Apr 20, 2012 13:38:15 GMT -5
Deviously, Ahlix squatted down, leaning on the balls of his heels as he looked Puck, eye to eye if the bandage wasn't blinding one of the pair. "Why, just a broken dove she was. But a thief, none the less. And in the great walls of Kabal, we can't have such a threat to our well delivered economy, have you."
His words settling into the beady eyes of the Sprite, Ahlix jumped back to his full height, stretching his arms again in symbols of distress. "Surrounded, cornered... the girl stood frigged, unable to struggle any more, for it be her last..." A sea of disappointed 'awws' and jaw locked of horror erupted from the children, the sadden climax of the story at its wake.
"Suddenly! A knight of scaly, glimmering armor of natural skin arrives on spot, that of a Drake to defend the poor Miss!" the blind prophet exclaimed, a light gust of wind ejecting from his frame of his element, taking the story of the recuse into a more 4D approach to the children and those alike.
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Post by Classy Womanizer on Apr 20, 2012 13:44:12 GMT -5
Puck jumped up as the wind hit him.
"Is a classic dragon? Did it breath fire! and save her?! i have to know!" he said, pleading the man to keep going. He was hopping from one foot to the other he was so excited, he was some how there in his mind, watching it all unfold in front of him! The mans added magic just made it all the more compelling.
A kid began to talk but Puck turned quickly
"SHHH! I have to know! here!" he flung four coins at the kid and turned back, his eyes fixated on the man.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 20, 2012 13:54:47 GMT -5
"As classic as the crow can caw, this Dragon was that of a Dissimulative, a Drake in a pride form as his wings and horns shone brightly to the world! But still walking on the same feet of me and you..." Ahlix explained casually, pointing down at the bouncing feet that belonged to Puck. "He roared like the mighty beast inside, fighting off the Guards with massive strength of the Claymore he wield. In the mist of battle, he caught eye to eye with the dove, motioning for her to run, run for her life and survive! And she did just that... she ran, ran until she could hear no more of the steel clashing against one another, the deep cries of the guards as they were slain, and even that of the howls of a dragon, the Drake taking injuries of his own..."
Despite the tall-tale of the 500 Gold reward Magundi that was on the lose, the profile of the young old posted all over Kabal City, especially that of the central region, there was no telling if the Mag had placed foot in Kabal at all in her life. Or even if she had been saved, or starved, or even that of theft. But from what Ahlix could hear, rumoring throughout the city during the past cycle, apparently, she was a slippery one to catch.
None the least, the story was pleasing the children, even that of man. Fiction had its' ways of happy endings, no matter what the destruction.
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Post by Classy Womanizer on Apr 20, 2012 14:01:31 GMT -5
puck clapped his hands and began to clap and shout.
"Bravo! amazing what a tale! So well told and so enthralling!" he walked over to the man and patted his forearm.
"You and I! My friend, need to tell stories together! " he cried out as if it was the best idea ever uttered.
"With my fire ability and charm, and your amazing story telling and your wind element, yes i caught that, we can enthrall the masses for coin the world wide, we don't even need the coin, just the story and the chance to travel, collecting tales! We can be the keepers of the lore! True bards of the day!"
He stepped back to look at the man.
"what do you say friend?" he asked, his smile almost splitting his head with its length. He didn't even give the man a chance to say yes or no instead he clasped his hands.
"Oh please!"
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Post by Jessie on Apr 20, 2012 14:28:04 GMT -5
The grasping grin of the tall man faded back into his closed smile, the children clapping their hands as they made their way back to their mothers within the Bazaar. Though, the one who seemed most impressed with the story seem to have been the strange little man, who requested it in the first place.
Oddly enough, the Sprite struck Ahlix as much more than interesting. He was fond of Sprites, and there was logic to why he traveled every seventh cycle to the homeland. But never had he met a creature with such set standards of folklore. "Travel as flock? Wide tales do not come so easily... but the disperse of entertainment would be a rather interesting feat..." the blinded man considered, resting a fist against his chin, raised by the arm crossed over on his chest as if to mimic a table.
"I'll make you a deal, parakeet. Shall you listen well, you might be in a flight above the clouds! I take my leave on another set of tales within next sun rise. I shall return here in the City of Gold at the closing of the seventh cycle. You may travel at my side, or you could wait here, until I return. Then, I may consider this bond between us two," Ahlix gestured politely, taking in the concept of having something near a friend, a travel partner. While it wasn't something he was use to, he did enjoy the company of another in small doses. But this man, the thought of getting tired of his interaction didn't strike the Elf as intimidating as he first assumed.
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Post by Classy Womanizer on Apr 20, 2012 14:37:14 GMT -5
Puck's eyes almost burst form his skull with glee!
"YES! of course! i would love to travel with you! Imagine the stories all of the beautiful tales!" he said this with such sudden passion.
"I think im in the wrong profession...from now on i am a bard!" he cried out triumphantly.
"But ho! Where are we going! I must pack! oh dear me i..." he was saying this all while digging through his back pack, he came to find he actually had every thing he needed...
"When are we off?! What shall we see? will there be Drakes and elves and creatures of fable? Will we see the edge of the world? Can i bring my bread?" he asked all of these question with such a thirst for an answer, Puck felt this all burning as a true passion, he knew what he wanted now, out of life.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 20, 2012 14:49:19 GMT -5
A fickled hand made its way over the mans mouth, resisting the brighten smile at the Sprite's energy, his enthusiasm of travel that of a newly born child. This was going to be quite the adventure, indeed.
"We leave at the setting of the next sun, meet me at the gates after you have suited yourself with a proper dinner... rest will be of minimal, once we start," the Elvaan explained thoroughly, the impression of him watching as the Sprite flung through his baggage. "And yes, you may bring your bread."
Dusk was looming ahead, the orange rays of the sun manifesting into that of a violet, a navy blue seen on the horizon that eventually fell into an endless black. Rest would come easy this night, more than just a vacation to look forward to as the crooked smile turned away from Puck, the blinded man heading in the direction of the residential fraction of the grounded city. "Bring that only of what will care you, parakeet. The less baggage, the further we can set foot in one days' worth of rays!"
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