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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 29, 2018 16:16:05 GMT -5
The sun rose slowly over the forested horizon of Ferusalem. It was a glorious sight to see, especially from the top of the simple cabin Gallius had made his home. One of the knight’s eyes shone it’s classical Golden sheen in all its glory. But now his right eye held a dark and dull crimson color, thanks to the voice. The two had finally come to understand one another. They accepted that they had come to a deal, a partnership. Gallius sipped a small mug of coffee, freshly picked from the small garden to his cabin’s right side. It would be a week until the Knight’s Cordis met atop Mount Novus, the landing place of their exploratory ship and current resting place for the council that ruled over Ferusalem. The people had originally wished for there to be a head of the council, but Gallius had ensured such an idea would never come to fruition. They were not a kingdom, they were a Haven. There would be no risk for dictators or self proclaimed emperors. “Gallius, I sense something”
The knight quickly stood up and set his mug down. He could not sense power levels, he had to rely on the voice to do so for him. All seemed clear for now. “Wats be its powr?” “Too high, whatever it is it is dangerous. Perhaps letting me in control would be the best course of action” He could almost see the voice grinning at such a prospect. “Nay. not yet. I shalt speak wit it fyrst” “What if it’s not sentient, or not willing to talk?”
Galius sighed and closed his eyes. “Then ye shalt deel wit it”
Quickly he would form a golden shield in his left hand, and a dark crimson sword in the right. It didn’t hurt to prepare for whatever this thing was. It could even be another pilgrim or refugee seeking shelter. Though how it would of managed to slip past their screeners was beyond Gallius Word Count: 331 Vayle Cameo
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Post by Vayle Cameo on Oct 29, 2018 17:17:41 GMT -5
Blinking a few times, Vayle surveyed her surroundings, turning her head slowly from side to side. the energy She felt here was... interesting. She couldn't much make heads or tails of the ki, save that it was far below her own, and yet... For most, such 'good-feeling', ki would almost feel divine to an extent. but something muddled this feeling, as though there was something hiding under that goodly sheen. The energy she felt from whoever this was was both considerable and interesting. Which made the being in question worth both consideration and interest. It only took Vayle a moment to find the energy in question, and Vayle would round a soft corner where there was no corner, slowly striding towards the knight from an open plain. "I see. An armored knight wielding gear ancient even by my standards. And yet also bearing trinkets of Crimson and gold. Quite a striking contrast." Vayle adds with a smirk and a relaxed tap on her thigh. "And this strange presence, this Paladin with a secret, he stands before me as though to judge my very existence... Hail and well met, as the archaic saying goes." Vayle adds with a smirk. "You seem ready for battle. It's both unnecessary, and, if I'm to be honest, useless. Sit, tell me more about myself. You've piqued my interest..." Vayle would add with a smirk. The power she allowed to ooze forth was aberrant, but controlled. Malicious, but contained. Vayle herself, however, was completely relaxed, with her guard completely down, and a smile that wouldn't be out of place in a chat with an old friend. "Your name?" [word count: 274] Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 30, 2018 18:25:45 GMT -5
“Damn it”
Gallius sighed with relief as the interloper spoke with peaceful intentions. He would dissipate his sword and shield before hopping off the roof of his small cabin. “Ye seem lost, m’lady. Tis no ishue tho, we welcem all ere. Me name be Sir Nickle Gallius of the Nytes Cordis” He would bow slightly.
“No it is an issue, she’s here without any proper paperwork, no warning, for Manus sake she reeks of something… unnatural. I think a good beat down is in order, or at least stabbing something-”
Gallius would hit his right temple slightly as if trying to get rid of a nasty headache
“Fine. But when she turns on you and starts killing stuff, I won’t help you until you realize the full extent of your mistake”
“Apologise m’lady, me hed aeks evrey so oftun. But enuff aboot me, wat be yer name, if ye don mynd me pryen. Tis empresive ye gots here without warnen” Gallius would not seem to realize any sort of power which emanated from Vayle, or if he did, he didn’t seem to care. His own power level would be completely uncontained. For the most part it was a positive aura, much like his attitude. But something darker was hidden within, as if a shadow to his glowing aura. The knight himself was without a surcoat at this moment but still sported a mail hauberk and leggings. He had planned to train some of the younger knights, but it would seem that would have to wait. Perhaps he could even convince this woman to join the order, though given the voices almost fearful tone, he doubted she would bother doing so. Powerful beings didn’t tend to seek such a humble occupation as the Knights Cordis.
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Post by Vayle Cameo on Oct 30, 2018 19:26:53 GMT -5
Vayle blinked a few moments, seeming to prefer to survey the landscape over answering the knight's question. "Lost? Perhaps." The woman responded, looking to the sky. "And yet, I don't mind existing where I am at this moment. Can a wanderer truly by lost, until they are no more a wanderer?" Vayle asked with an honest smile. A pause would emanate for a few moments before she decided to continue the conversation, instead focusing only a small bit of ki on the grass below her, a clump of grass growing a few day's worth in response to the small gift of life energy. Vayle chose to sit on that tuft of grass, allowing her hands to fall by her side as she did so. "When I choose to go somewhere, Sir Nickle Gallius, so I shall be. As I've left the bonds of mortal considerations behind, so too have I left the mortal consideration for space and time elsewhere. Few places will not welcome me with open arms." Vayle added with a sly grin. In truth, she wasn't far off - being able to fold time and space to her every will and whim did indeed end up making it easy to flit from place to place. "But here I am, flitting from question to question while avoiding the one I should answer first. I am Lord Vayle Cameo." The woman offered. "I accept your welcome happily. Tell me more about yourself." Word count: 241/515 Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Nov 1, 2018 16:24:33 GMT -5
Gallius would sit down on a rock near the girl. “Ye speek in an interesten manner, Vayle” “She's asking too many questions Gallius. Far too many questions. She could be scouting the planet out to conquer it. Or maybe she’s a friend of Lilith. I’d expect that witch to try tying up loose ends” Gallius’ red eye would shine slightly. “Thys ain me homewurld. Long ago, thar was a planet naymed Ferrous” He would hold out a hand and form a gold sphere the size of a basketball. Continents would begin to slowly form across it’s surface. “Before, it twas a beutiful planet, inhabitted by a warlyke an dangerous peeple” Lava would begin to slowly form across the surface of the sphere. “Somethen happened an killed em all. Asyde from me” He would dissipate the sphere and look down at the grass. “Thar deth twas onse tragic ta me. Now methinks it twas for the best” He would stand and take a deep breath. A smile would spread across his face. “Now, me an me brothers protect an guide thys paradise, an it’s peeple. Tis notin in thys galaxy i wuld trade it fore” Gallius turned to Vayle. “But I speek too much. Tell me moar bout yurself, Lady Vayle. Ye seem of the odd sort, no offense. An me…” “Just call me a friend” “Aquaintence upstairs” He’d tap on his right temple. “Seem ta thynk ye unnatruel” “Asshole”
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Post by Vayle Cameo on Nov 1, 2018 19:36:48 GMT -5
"Well now, that's my line." Vayle added with a chuckle. "I don't think I've heard quite that dialect outside of archeological linguistics studies. Not as myself, at least." Vayle added, before letting the Armored knight continue. As Sir Gallius continued, Vayle patiently waited, listening to his story. It was... quaint. something she'd hear from a storybook. but this man was, himself, something Vayle would guess came from a storybook were she not able to see him standing in front of her, clad in antiquated armor with equally antiquated speech. But antiquated did not mean useless, by any means. At that last statement, though, before answering his question, Vayle took a deep breath, sighed, and smiled. "Something that might be for the best, might still be tragic. A mortal's only duty is to move forward, while taking what they can from the past. Many actions that must occur, that need to occur, may yet still create sadness for what the action takes away. Even the most wretched sinner has something worth mourning hidden within them." Vayle continued with a soft smile. "Many necessary sacrifices I have made to get where I am, and yet, I carry the pain with me nonetheless. It's useful - to prick me to my own duties." Vayle adds. "But enough on that. You've asked a question, and I've self-righteously allowed myself to deluge you with philosophy before bothering to entertain an answer." Vayle smirked. "Your friend is correct. I am indeed unnatural. A paradox of a being that should never have been. Your interesting little acquaintance is correct. Still, an upstairs acquaintance is hardly natural either, not where I've come from." Vayle shrugged. "Does the predictability, the place of my existence afford me different rights on this land, Sir Gallius?" Vayle asked with a brief smile. "I've caused no trouble to this land or it's people, and my business is simply to enjoy the beauty of this planet. I'd hope I'm not bringing trouble simply due to being unnatural.." Vayle gave a long, exaggerated shrug, before placing a hand on her hip, looking the knight up and down as she let her head tilt slightly to the side. "I am a... pilgrim, if you will." Vayle added. "Recently, I was forced to make a life-changing decision. something that's changed the very core of who I am, what I am." Vayle added. "Deciding where to go from here, I've decided to go on a journey of sorts, visit those places that interest me, and decide on my role in this universe from there. Simple enough." Wordcount: 427/1,290 Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Nov 5, 2018 16:27:31 GMT -5
“This bitc-” Gallius would scowl slightly. “This woman hurts my head. Well, hurts your head. I really don’t trust her” Gallius would sigh and look away from Vayle. “Ye don trust anythyng”
“Yeah, but this time I’m justified. You don’t see this thing like I do. She… It isn’t right”
Gallius turned back to Vayle with a slight, apologetic grin across his face. “Yer ryte, thys thyng ain naturel. But it be a part of me now. Even if it ain the bes juge of charecter” The Knight’s gaze turned to the vast forests of Ferusalem. “Ye are welcom ere, an anywere on Ferusalem. Thys planet be vast an diverse. If ye seek a home, we wuld be happy ta have ya ere” He would hold up a hand, causing a lightning bolt to strike next to him, forming a golden winged stallion. “I’m still confused on how you can’t figure out how to fly. Like, I get you’re too stupid for sensing Power Levels, but flying is so simple…”
Gallius hopped onto the Golden Pegasus. “If ye wish ta joyn me, I hed fer the Councel Chambers. We enshure the stabilyte an peece of thys paradise. I be shure they’ll welcom ya thar” With one pull of the reins Gallius would burst into the air, leaving behind a golden trail. The trip would take quite a while, Gallius preferred to live in the wilderness. Every so often he would pass over a farm, hard working farmers cheering for him. The knight would always lean down and give the folk a quick salute. Word Count: 263/1126 Vayle Cameo
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Post by Vayle Cameo on Nov 10, 2018 6:47:53 GMT -5
Vayle would grin, before heading off in her own effortless, weightless flight. Small, purple lights fell from her like dust from a moth's wings as she travelled besides the strange knight on his golden horse. Sir Gallius was everything a god would want, Vayle supposed. Powerful, Enthusiastic, loyal to his calling above all else... "I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to call this place home. My fate is never to tarry long. Still... this place is almost hilariously nice. It would be good to have a bit of a respite in a place so peaceful I won't see it's equal for another millenia." Vayle quipped with a grin. At the mention of council chambers, Vayle quirked an eyebrow. "I take it the council is less judgemental than that friend hiding inside your aura?" Vayle asked with a sly look. "...You know, I'm quite unhurried on my stay here." Vayle would add. "After the meeting, what task might I undertake for this little realm in exchange for hearing the story about him." Vayle asked, pointing a finger at the top of Gallius's head. "I'm quite a fan of mysteries, after all." Vayle waited a second, before chuckling. "Not that I plan to put that knowledge to some great purpose, either. I'd just really like to know." [wordcount: 215] Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Nov 11, 2018 21:51:37 GMT -5
Gallius held a hand up to his forehead to keep the sun from blinding him. “Ye neednt do anyting. I do nat mynd speeken of it” “I mind!”
“We shuld be thar soon” Gallius would remark before spurring his steed to go faster. He always found it strange how so many other creatures could manage flight without assistance. Apparently even he could do so. Well, the Voice could. Over the forested horizon a large mountain side fortess would appear. They had founded the Council chambers upon the largest peak of the largest mountain. The konatsians had greatly assisted in it’s contruction with their magic. Indeed quite a few rooms within had been locked with various runic spells. Gallius wasn’t too fond of having to learn the Konatsian language, but it was worth it for the added security. Gallius would land on on a outcropping, two fully armored knights walking up and bowing to him. “Ave, frens. Has ta council started?” One of the knights would rise. “Aye sir. They were waiting for you” He would peer over Gallius’ shoulder. “Is she with you, sir?” Gallius would nod and waited for the knights to make an about face and open the chamber doors. “Com, Vayle. Ye neednt speek wit ta Council, but I cannot aford such luxaryes” After a long walk down a hallway two knight guards would open the council chamber, showing a large room with a wooden circular table in the center. A window with a large black cross would brighten the room. Nine councilmen sat around the tables. Gallius would walk to his seat and set his hands upon the table. “Gentelmen. Tis gud ta see ya” Murmurs of greetings would echo across the room. What would follow would be a half hour of various complaints, rulings, suggested revisions and laws. There seemed to be hardly any conflict amongst the councilmen and when there was, it was solved rather quickly. As the council adjorned Gallius would pat Vayle on the shoulder. “I was raysed a mid class nobel. Never in me dreems did I expect ta help run a planet! Nor did I expect it ta be thys boren” Word Count: 361/1224 Vayle Cameo
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Post by Vayle Cameo on Nov 27, 2018 5:39:00 GMT -5
Vayle considered Gallius's bearing as he went through the meeting. Gallius's meetings with his nobles were both fair and honest, requiring a lot of thought and consideration that were belied by the man's simple way of speaking and living. Vayle supposed most were like that. in terms of planetary governors. Her own council, certainly, did not get such a treatment. While her counsel was intelligent, well-picked, and sharp, their wishes were ultimately for Shale's own will to follow or ignore, and conflict, while somewhat common, was always resolved by the one person who's law held true meaning: The lord of Utumno herself. Gallius was competent, certainly, and in a different fashion than Vayle. While she'd started off making comparisons between her own style and this man's, she gave up quickly, helplessly shrugging even as the meeting went on around her. They were simply far too different people, leading far too different worlds, for this to be a helpful or doable attempt at comparison. Still, the latter end of the discussion, she did understand. Gallius was precisely the man one needed to lead a planet, which was to say, one completely unlikely or unwilling to lead the planet in question. It created an honesty and foresight real politicians often lost, getting so wrapped up in playing the game that they forget the game is merely the wheels to a much larger engine. "I can understand the frustration. I myself cannot even claim as much. I was born of mud, and into mud I was stubbornly pushed throughout my formative years..." Vayle added with a wistful smile, remembering her upbringing, and her swift visit to the street. "My parents were murdered quickly, so long ago I remember nothing of them. My name meant nothing, my value to others was negligible, and my reason for existence..." Vayle paused for a moment, before helplessly shrugging. "Still, birth often means nothing. Those who walk the path will find the fruits of their labor waiting at the end." Vayle smirked, before she started to walk with Gallius, allowing him to lead through the castle. Vayle may be able to find her own way, of course, but it was a matter of tact, she remembered, to allow one's host to lead them through their chambers. "But that's enough nostalgia from me. You mentioned the manner of your raising. Tell me more of yourself, and your neighbor. You both seem to come from a rich history." wordcount: 408 Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Nov 28, 2018 15:54:02 GMT -5
“Starten from poverty symply meens ye know true hardshyps” Gallius said as he started forward. He wished to get some fresh air after being stuck in the room for so long. “I’m sorry fer yer loss, a chyld losen thar parent tys unjust an tragyc. I was lucky enuff ta no me father well inta manhood” Eventually the two would reach a balcony overlooking the landscape below. Snow coated the trees and grasslands, waterfalls would stand frozen in place. Gallius removed his helmet and took a deep breath. “Thar is not much moar about me past. I was a Nobels son wyth ta blessen of Manus” He would form a Crimson sword in his right hand. “At twelf I was taken to tha Nytes of Manus an trayned ta be a warrior. I led me brothers in war duren ta age of Sixteen. Kylled me fyrst man too. Noten much else chaynged untyl ta flood. As fer thys “Naybor”, it’s symply a canser of past mysdeeds. A punyshment fer me syns I presume. Nay, me tyme ere has been moar than I culd of ever hoped for. I haf frens, a home, an peepel who are jus as willen ta sacrifyse themself fer ta innosent as I am. It gafe me hope in thys larger Galaxy” Gallius would dissipate the sword into Crimson Ki, slowly fading away into the blinding snow. The white sky seemed to darken slightly. “Ta snow is picken up. Haf ye any moar queshons? If nat, ye feel free fer ta stay ere as long as ye wysh” Word Count: 262/1486 Vayle Cameo
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