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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 11:44:32 GMT -5
To Satorius, the silence shatters in a gigantic boom of sounds from all around, and he can see himself and Aman from several perspectives, yet all of them far away. It seems they are already surrounded by people, soldiers from the focus of their thoughts upon the intruders and on various pieces of weaponry, but they are all keeping their distance for now. A far distance.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 11:54:30 GMT -5
His hand strays to his sword, and he feels slightly better for touching it.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 12:00:08 GMT -5
*Satorius takes a very sudden sharp turn towards the nearest group and walks, straight as the crow flies, in their direction.*
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 12:10:45 GMT -5
A human man gets up from the grass, still some way away, and waits. He is wearing dull grey plate mail and a huge sword by his side. He has a helmet on his head, but the front is opened so you can see his face. He is rather young, maybe only sixteen, but the look in his eyes is that of one much, much older. There are a few badly healed scars on his cheek. He has his hand on the hilt of his sword, but has not drawn it yet.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 12:14:42 GMT -5
What the...? Aman turns and walks after Satorius. He looks interestedly at the soldier standing up, but doesn't remove his hand from his pommel either. The guy looks so young...
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 12:39:33 GMT -5
*Satorius walks closer and stops at a fairly safe distance while holding out his hands. They are, of course, empty, as his daggers are at his side.*
Hello. We do not have hostile intent.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 12:41:51 GMT -5
He looks curious still, standing next to Satorius.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 13:11:56 GMT -5
"What is your intent, alienus?"
The man, or boy if you prefer, stands his ground, completely calm, almost uncaring. He seems very sure of himself, but if Satorius is still in his thoughts, there is a focussed, nervous tension in there.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 13:14:12 GMT -5
*Satorius smils pleasantly and drops his hands to his sides.*
Peace negotiations. My intent is to end this war.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 13:16:11 GMT -5
The guy is silent for a long time while he gives Satorius a completely blank stare.
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"Who are you?"
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 13:17:32 GMT -5
He laughs on the inside. The guy's reaction looks familiar. This isn't bad, so far.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 13:18:02 GMT -5
*Satorius bows.*
Satorius Trevain. An outsider to these lands, of sorts, with an interest in ending these wars.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 13:26:14 GMT -5
The man whistles between his teeth, very softly, and within a second, all the others have got up, forming a wide circle of men and possibly a few women all around them. They are clad like the first guy, and all armed, some with swords, others with bows or crossbows, and other than the first they all have their helmets shut so as not to reveal their faces.
"Who is the boy? Disarm, please."
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 13:29:29 GMT -5
Boy? Hmph.
[Common]I'm Aman Kaliant.
He holds his sword close to him, not wanting to give it up.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 13:29:51 GMT -5
He is an Elf from Faentaure. He joined me on the way, and is also not hostile. Just curious.
*He removes his daggers and holds them out to the man.*
Certainly, though I expect those back. They are both rather important to me in one way or another.
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