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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 6:00:18 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 22, 2006 6:00:18 GMT -5
"It's obvious you aren't going to cooperate," The Templar said with a nasty grin. The Half-giants moved forward, clubs and swords raised. "Therefor, it is my duty to place you under arrest and confiscate your goods." The Templar looks at the Elf, a touch confused. "Plus, we arrest you for traveling with moon-touched loons."
"Good Templar, sir." Makba's smooth voice cut in calmly. "I am Draqoman Makba. I speak for my business associate. Of which bureau are you and of what rank?"
The Templar seemed extremely offended by the casual tone the Draqoman had addressed him in. Angry that the man spoke to him as an equal. So angry his face was turning a brilliant shade of red. "Don't play your Draqoman games with me, Makba! You have no right to question my authority!"
"I do." Said a quiet female voice. Another Templar was approaching from the East, alone. Without guards, yet untouchable and utterly confident. No murderer would even dare gaze upon her and her long blonde hair.
"Mistress Calia..." Gasped the pudgy Templar, all color drained from his round face. "Th-there is no reason for one such as yourself to get involved in something so petty as-"
"It is not for you to say." She replied, running a hand through her hair. She wore five full-finger metal rings on her hand, each resembling a claw. "You have other duties to attend to."
"Y-yes, Mistress." With that, the Templar quickly departed with his Half-giants. Makba was whistling a happy little tune, while the Mistress Calia turned to leave, not once looking at the group.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 6:05:27 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 22, 2006 6:05:27 GMT -5
The woman gives a short, joyless laugh at 'moontouched loons'. She does not otherwise comment and stays where she is, waiting for the group to move again. However, when both Templars have turned away, she shifts her weight to the other leg, plays with the strap of her pack a little, and looks impatient to move.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 18:14:40 GMT -5
Post by Nyu Bomber on Mar 22, 2006 18:14:40 GMT -5
*Tory gripped the shaft of her thanak tightly in anticipation for a fight, but then the little man was forced to leave. A disappointed pout cross Tory's face as she relaxes.*
"Who was that lady? Is she a good fighter?"
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 18:42:16 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 22, 2006 18:42:16 GMT -5
The Elf fidgets a little with her cloak before she looks up at the Half Giant. She glances at Mistress Calia as if seeing her for the first time, and shrugs.. Her words are deliberate, if not slow. She speaks only when well out of hearing of the Templar.
"The Powerful of Athas... the Powerful of Athas. Greater than their sword is their word."
... and about as easily broken on the skull of some unfortunate. She smiles bitterly behind her veil.
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Athas
Mar 23, 2006 1:10:35 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 23, 2006 1:10:35 GMT -5
Makba approaches Aephero and holds out his hand. "Pay me a silver."
As he waited, hand held before the Templar, he answered the various questions being asked. "She's Mistress Calia, a high ranking Templar who rose from a noble family that lives both here and in Draj. As a physical fighter, no one really knows. Otherwise, you don't get in her way. She did owe me a favor, though."
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Athas
Mar 23, 2006 1:51:01 GMT -5
Post by Ptelcar on Mar 23, 2006 1:51:01 GMT -5
When the Templar had approached the group and started to give them trouble, Ptelcar prepared for violence. Knowing that drawing his crossbow would escalate the conflict at this point, he decided on the Way. Gathering his Will, he sharpened and focused it. He was prepared to manifest the power Mind Thrust when the female Templar stepped in. "Interesting, the female is the dominant one here, even though the other has several toughs backing him," Ptelcar thought to himself as the female left.
"Maybe here is not the best place to be going over finances," Ptelcar replied to Makba's request of silver from Aephero. "Perhaps once we reach the inn? Its not like it would be hard finding us if we decided to try and lose you. How many Templar from Urik are here traveling with a Pterran and a Half-Giant?" The last part is whispered. No need to broadcast there was a foreign Templar to those nearby.
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Athas
Mar 23, 2006 2:27:27 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 23, 2006 2:27:27 GMT -5
"Regardless, a service has been rendered," I said quietly, stepping forward, offering my hand as if to shake. There was a silver in it, but it was facing away from anyone who may be looking. "But this may grow to be terminaly expensive, so may we please get to our destination?"
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Athas
Mar 23, 2006 2:48:20 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 23, 2006 2:48:20 GMT -5
The gauze was drawn tight over the face briefly, hinting at a smile underneath the white webbing. The coin left the Templar's hand almost without him noticing. "It's easier to hide you lot than you think. Remember that if you need it, I can do it. I can make the Dragon disappear in Tyr. At a cost.
I've already taken care of the Elven Bridge, just in case you decided on this course. It won't take much longer, at least a thirty minute walk. Just keep your eyes to the ground and don't take in too many sites, and we will get there without any problems."
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Athas
Mar 23, 2006 2:55:23 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 23, 2006 2:55:23 GMT -5
I nodded as I swept on, continuing on the path. I kept a suspcious eye watching those who came too near, and otherwise looked out for pot holes. My actual thoughts were considering the game of Regicide. I thought of an interesting manouver involving a combination of heavy cavalry and archers... I would have to test it against Ptelcar this evening and see if it worked the way I imagined it to.
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Athas
Mar 23, 2006 4:30:20 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 23, 2006 4:30:20 GMT -5
The woman walks on, quietly and again a little apart from the group. She seemed twitchy- nervous perhaps, or impatient. Her steps are deliberate as if she must consider each one.
"What did bring three such travellers to the lands of the free?"
The tone of her voice was musing, as if she asked herself, or the air. She does not look at any one of the three in particular, though it is hard to see behind the veil.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 1:11:45 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 24, 2006 1:11:45 GMT -5
I did not answer, or even look around. If she wanted an answer, she could adress me by name. If she was just talking to herself, then I wasn't going to go out of my way to enter a conversation. I'd reveal information about myself when I had to, and if I had to, certainly not in an open street. I kept walking without pause.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 1:36:22 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 24, 2006 1:36:22 GMT -5
They pass through the area swiftly, under the direction of Makba. They crossed a bridge over a deep scar in the Athas. It followed a sinuous path through the stone and dirt. What made that hole is hard to tell. Perhaps magic. Perhaps something else.
There were some small shacks in the rift. Apparently some decided it was prime real estate. Makba did not, however, linger to give them a guided tour. He instead ushered them on into an open square, houses ringing round it. Empty stalls also littered the place.
"We're almost there. We're lodging in the Lazy Mekillot. Safe place, but keep an eye on your pouches when we walk in. After that, I advice against leaving anything of value in your room when you leave. Otherwise, you can depend on it."
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 1:41:25 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 24, 2006 1:41:25 GMT -5
"Noted," I said, a little eager to see a proper inn. I did not carry a money pouch, never have since an incident when I was robbed three days in a row. Instead coins are hidden in various secure pockets and pouches. It's a little difficult to pay for things in a hurry, but I believe it's worth it in exchange for not ending up unable to pay for things, period.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 1:53:18 GMT -5
Post by Nyu Bomber on Mar 24, 2006 1:53:18 GMT -5
*Tory drifted back into the real world from her day dreams of fighting in the pits just in time to hear the warning about checking her pouches. Ever the vigilant person, Tory did so. Hm...magic armor fruits...foot-stingy thingies...healing fruits...Tory could have sworn she had more than four. Probably not. Moving on...money pouch?*
"Uh oh...I think I dropped my money or something."
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 1:56:24 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 24, 2006 1:56:24 GMT -5
"Happens all the time in Tyr, my large associate." Makba said, more than a little amused by the wording. "All the time. You give your slaves money, Templar? Interesting."
The man turned and pointed to one of the buildings just a little down the street, leading to the West a touch. It had a picture of a Mekillot with its legs sticking up into the air on a bed with the two moons hanging above it. The place looked slightly less shoddy than the buildings around it. "The Lazy Mekillot."
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