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Having escaped the giant group hug simply by being too far in the corner to be reached, Isra just stared. Not the personality I was expecting... Not. At. All. However, at least someone has made a decision. Note to self though: stay away from the soldier as much as possible. I somehow doubt he would react well to a dagger in the belly simply due to a hug. And I really don't want to have to deal with the consequences.
Shouldering her pack, Isra silently waited for the rest of the group to recover from the surprise hug.
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Isra walked with the rest of the group as they followed the aid out into the courtyard. As soon as they arrived, she slipped her bag out of the pile and walked over to a corner before opening it. The first things she pulled out were her first pair of knives. She had taken them off for the meeting, but wanted them back so she could feel safe again. She strapped the longer one to her thigh and stuffed the slightly smaller one in the back of her waistband. The second thing she pulled out were her lockpicks. After doing a quick check to make sure they were all there, she stowed them in a special pocket in her tunic's sleeve. She also pulled out a small dagger, one of two left in her bag. One she would leave in there, mostly as a replacement in case she should lose one of her main pair. She contemplated the small dagger, considering hiding it in her boot as a last resort.
No, if it comes down to a boot dagger, I've already lost. I should be skilled enough to not need one. It's impractical anyways. Using one is really the mark of an amateur.
Placing the dagger back in her sack, Isra leaned back against one of the columns and watched the rest of the group try and decide which way they should head first.
North, south, east or west doesn't matter to me. Either way we'll end up in all four places at some point or another. Someone should just decide. Really one of those council members should have told us which way to go. That would have solved this arguing. Though I suppose this would be a good time for a leader to emerge. Should be interesting to see who that is. My bet is on the soldier or the weather mage. Both of their jobs are vital to the progress of the mission, and it would make sense for one of them to be the leader. Though I don't know if I'd trust the weather mage to be a good leader from looking at her. She doesn't seem to have the presence needed. Probably it will be the soldier. And I'll just stay in the background, where I like it.
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When they were invited in, Isra made sure to grab a seat that gave her a view of all her to-be-companions. While the council member was explaining the details of their quest, Isra was only half listening, taking the advantage to get a first impression of the others.
Mages, of course. Probably one of each type. A pilot and a rider. What appears to be a scholar, and, no surprise, a soldier. And me. Seems that I'll be one of the few, if not the only one, who knows how to deal with the common and underworld side of life. The soldier will probably just try to brute force his way through everything, and the scholar will look for an answer in books. The mages think their power will solve everything. The rider and the pilot may be useful in that part of this journey. Though I have to say, this quest sounds more like a fairytale to me. A hidden key that will help save our world? At least I'll be getting paid well. Ah it seems like we're almost done.
Isra settled back in her chair and waited to see what kind of questions her new companions would ask, and, hopefully from that, a better knowledge of what type of people she'd been placed with.The first to speak up appeared to be a mage of some type. He asked about the plants, the keys, and then money.
He's younger. It shows. Clearly the Council will make sure we are well supplied enough to make it through this quest due to it being vital to the survival of this country. As for the keys being guarded, of course they'd be protected somehow, even if it's just that they're hidden very well. As for the plants, they said that they were dying. How much clearer do they need to be? Hopefully he's skilled in whatever his specialty is. Otherwise I'm not sure he'll be much use.
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Name: Isra Mar
Age: 21
Appearance: dark brown hair cut around her shoulders (long enough to be pulled back, but not super long), regular brown skin, dark brown eyes with small flecks of goldish-brown in them, around 5'5" in height, skinny, but tough. usually wears non-descript tunic and leggings with soft, worn brown leather boots. She usually has a set of lockpicks hidden somewhere on her person, and will never leave her room without at least one set of knives. She usually keeps one of her knives stored in the back of waistband, with the other strapped to the outside of her thigh, accessible through a slit in her leg pocket.
Personality: guarded. puts up a good front of being friendly, able to easily control her emotions, but is scared of failing
Class: Thief
Backstory: As a thief, Isra was competent, but not one of the bests. One day, she was caught stealing, but instead of being put in jail, she was instead recruited by the government as a spy, given more training, and is now used effectively both as a spy, and as a connection with the less savory side of the world.
(yes i realize back story is not very long or detailed, may edit at a time when am not braindead)
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"Although it is true that I am capable of getting down from a horse on my own, it would be rude for me to refuse a gentleman's offer of help," Tiria stated as she accepted the offered hand. Once she was on the ground, Tiria made sure to grab her bag and then looked around for Beau and Jasmine. "Though, this does bring up a point I've been meaning to discuss with you and the duke. It does not make much sense for me to be riding with you always. As part of his guard, I need to be able to move independently to guard the duke if needed. And it could not hurt to have the ability to send out a scout while still having two people to protect him. Basically, I need a horse." Glancing down at herself, Tiria sighed. "Though, I suppose that freshening up needs to come first. As you said, we are not representing ourselves anymore, and Beau will need to look as impressive as possible. I suppose that I can put off getting a horse at least until after we are done with our business here." Glancing around again, Tiria noticed Jasmine and Beau standing a little ways off, talking. "I suppose we should go join the two of them. I shall bring this up with Beau after."
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Tiria had been standing uncomfortably in the dress outfit that she had found. The black dress coat and pants, combined with the pale lilac shirt were much fancier than she was used to, and while the boots were comfortable, they were cut higher than she was used to, coming almost to the knee, as opposed to her normal cut. Overall, she just wasn't used to the style of clothes that she was needing to wear. I suppose though, if I'm going to continue to be captain of the duke's guard, I suppose I will need to get used to dressing up for formal occasions. As long as I'm not forced to wear a dress to often, I suppose I will be ok.
Raemond's question jolted her out of her thoughts. "Oh, uh, yes. We are apparently going to be stopping at Jasmine's barracks for a chance for her to talk to the rest of her garrison, and also for a chance for us to all take baths. I can't say that I'm complaining. I don't know about you, but I need a bath after that fight." Continuing to fidget a little, Tiria glanced up at Raemond's horse. I suppose that I'm going to need to ride with him now. I really need to get my own horse. I've had enough of being a burden to others. Plus I really need to be able to move around at will.
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Captain. That's a promotion. Tiria thought wryly. Though, captain of a guard that contains me, his personal bodyguard, and a Pegasus knight on loan from the army isn't much to brag about. Now, about finding something to wear. I suppose I will need to look nice and fancy. Though as part of his guard... I think the best course of action will be to find two outfits. A dress, and an outfit that looks nice, but is still possible to protect my lord in. Stepping over to the chests of clothing, Tiria started to dig through them. After some effort, she managed to find a silver dress that looked as if it would fit well. Finding an outfit that was presentable but nonrestrictive proved more difficult. Eventually Tiria managed to find an outfit that would work. I suppose that my coat would rather ruin the effect of this outfit though. I will have to go without it I suppose. For now, Tiria retreated to the back corner of the room and dressed in the outfit she had found. With a sigh, she packed up her coat along with the carefully packed dress that she might need later. When she was done, she picked up her bag, strapped on her sword belt, and went to join Beau outside.
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"Even though the archers fled, that doesn't mean we're safe. I've had a lot of experience fighting bandits these last few years. It's, well, been my job. But, what I mean is, they're still out there. And we have their leader as a captive. My guess, though it is just that, is that we won't be safe from attack as long as we hold their leader. But it is good to know the new duke has a way to defend himself. I have to admit that I assumed that he was only a healer. However, it appears that your sister has done an excellent job teaching him both how to help and how to protect." With a slight nod, Tiria walked over to a wall and sank down against it, relaxing for the first time since they had entered this province.
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Tiria
As she followed Beau into the underground chamber, Tiria headed first for the clothes. Need a new shirt, need a new shirt, ah. This one will do. A little large, but that's fine. Looking about and not finding anywhere obvious to change, Tiria ducked back into the passageway, far enough back that she wouldn't be too noticeable, quickly changed shirts, and tossed her jacket on over top. Walking back in, she grabbed some food and a cup of water and wandered over to stand next to Raemond. Glancing over at the young duke, she asked "Where did he learn to fight like that? Honestly out there it looked more like I needed his protection than the other way around. He... he could have died. And I would have failed him. Is there any way that we can make sure that we're not in that position again?"
Arich
Standing up after a short nap, Arich stretched and walked over to check his experiment. Good, good. Everything is proceeding as planned. He started to write down his observations. We've known for ages that this dark magic was basically a crude form of anima. These results support that. But once again, even though the experiment runs perfectly, there is no indication of what we're actually *using*! Frustrated, Arich threw his book of notes down on his desk and paced. Taking a breath, he walked back to his chair and found the book that he had been reading. Maybe within all these books of research our school has, I'll be able to find a clue as to where I should work next. I need to find an answer to this. Otherwise, they will all be right. I really will have just been wasting my time up here.
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Ow. That was... unpleasant. Also the worst fight I've been in for a long time. Next time I face a big man with an axe, I'm bringing back up. Sitting up, Tiria gingerly tested everything to make sure she was ok. Looking up at Beau, she bowed as best she could from her current position. "I suppose I owe you my life for several reasons. First for defeating our foe, and second for healing me. I am sorry that I failed in my duty to fully protect you. I swear that I will do my best to keep you from needing to be in that dangerous of a position again."
Standing up, Tiria looked about for the sword that she had dropped when she had been distracted by the large axe almost killing her. Finding it, she picked it up, cleaned it off, and sheathed it. Glancing down at her clothes, she muttered, "I suppose I need to change now that this shirt has been ruined by all this blood. At least I wasn't wearing my coat. I like that coat."
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Got to protect him. Their magic is dealing with the arrows fine. The guy with the axe though, he's mine. Taking a breath, Tiria charged the bandit.
(4+6)-6=4 hit!
(4+1(WTA)+4)-4=5 Critical, 10 damage
Tiria rushed the bandit and as she neared him, drew back and slashed him across the chest, cutting deep into his body. Even though the boy was the bandit's target, he clearly could not just ignore the sword fighter attacking him. He raised his axe to take a swing at her.
(6+5)-8=3 hit!
(6+5-1-4)=6 Critical, 12 damage
From this close, there was no way the berserker could miss. His swing cut deeply into Tiria, knocking her down and leaving her unable to move.
Berserker: 8/18
Tiria: 0/12
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As the new headmistress left the room, Arich got up and started to leave as well. Just as he got to the door, one of the other heads called out, "Arich, a moment please?" Now what? I came to their meeting, I behaved well, now I need to get back to my research. Turning, Arich faced the other head. "Look, I really need to get back to my research, I have an experiment running, you know how it is. If you could make this short, I would very much appreciate it."
"Oh, of course. It's just, I need someone to cover my class tomorrow, and I know that you don't have any classes, so I was hoping..."
"Hold that thought." Arich quickly took a few steps back, muttered a few words and disappeared, leaving the other head stammering at an empty space.
Back in his office, Arich took a few steps and collapsed into his chair. I need to rest. My experiment, combined with using that transport spell twice today has worn me out. But at least I escaped teaching. I do wish I could have seen his face though... Glancing over at his experiment, Arich was pleased to note that everything was proceeding as hoped. Well at least one thing today is going as planned.
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From the second that an arrow had been shot at Jasmine, Tiria had been ready for the arrow that would be coming her way. She was already in motion by the time the arrow had left the string, dropping to the ground as quickly as possible, just barely escaping. That was too close. Those archers are going to be an issue, but more important is that guy with the axe. I'm not much help against arrows at this distance anyways. I need to help protect against the immediate threat to the duke.
Getting up, Tiria slid into position near Raemond, in front of Beau. Drawing her sword, she placed herself in between the leader of the bandits and his target. He won't get near Beau. Not while I'm able to fight.
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Arich sighed. Of course. Since I'm late, I get to vote first. The problem here is that I don't really *care* who gets picked. It doesn't really affect me. As long as I have space to do my research, I'm fine. Guess I better make a decision though. Hrm. Someone to bring order. Ah! Got it.
"Why, my vote should be obvious. It's for you. I vote for Bridget Athenais." Grinning slightly, Arich settled back into his chair, comfortable once more, only now bothering to glance at the one who had muttered under their breath after he had come in late. Not worth my time to do anything about that.
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As Arich finished up the current bit of his latest experiment, he couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something. I had something to do today besides this. Something... important. "Shoot! Heads meeting." Pushing his experiment to the side, he took a few steps back, he muttered a few words and disappeared.
Reappearing outside the Head Office, Arich quickly walked up to the door, opened it, and slipped inside. "Sorry I'm late. I was caught up in some research. Very delicate stuff, couldn't be left, you know." He quickly crossed the room to the closest vacant chair, and settled comfortably down.
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As soon as the pegasus landed, Tiria jumped down and positioned herself next to Beau. She quickly did her best to assess the threat of the four people advancing. One axe wielder and three bowmen. This won't be easy, but it should be doable. Of course, protecting the young duke is the most important goal here. If it's possible to get out of this without bloodshed, that would be best.
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Ugh, I've definitely had better nights rest then this last one before. Whatever that... thing was made me so nervous. It could have come back and... ugh. Today should be interesting. Getting up, Tiria listened as Jasmine explained the plan. "Understood. That seems like a good plan to me. I can be ready as soon as you are."
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Tiria jumped as the lightning struck down in the clearing. Wasn't expecting that. She started to pace around the clearing as she waited for something to happen, doing her best to avoid the scorch mark on the ground. She was doing her best to be alert, but it had been a long day. She sat down with her back resting against the trunk of a tree. Sighing, she rested her head in her hands. And waited.
"What happens if they don't come?"
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"That sounds good to me. I'll follow your lead since I'm new here." Tiria glanced back nervously, but the black shadow she had seen after they had first taken off was long gone. I just hope I don't run into that again.
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Tiria accepted the hand as she climbed quickly onto the pegasus. "Do things like this happen often around your group? I mean... I heard there was a demon around but Raemond said he couldn't fight this one. Like he'd fought them before. Is that true? Also, sorry to be a bother. I will try and get a horse as soon as possible so you don't have to carry me around like this anymore. I had one before but when my group split, the horse went with the other part of the group."
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Tiria paced around the campsite quietly. Having first watch was good because it provided her some time to think. Being in Elyisima, even so far from her home town, made her nervous. It brought back too many memories of her childhood. Of being treated as inferior simply because she was the first in generations to be born to the Draper family without any skill in magic. She drew her sword and stared at it. She had given up her security and future for this sword. For the chance to follow her own desires. But now she had been... well, rescued. She once again had a future. She didn't quite know what to make of the changes that had so suddenly altered her life in the past day. Suddenly, a large flock of bats burst through the trees. Tiria immediately went to the sleeping members of her party and woke them with a quiet but urgent whisper. "Something's coming."
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Tiria Edgedraper... And that offer to make a new house... as a Lady... No. I am content as I am. A wandering sword, finding fights and training as I go. But the name... The name change is a good idea. And it cannot hurt to become a guard of a Duke. I will be better treated than if I continue wandering. Realizing she had yet to reply to Beau, Tiria inclined her head gratefully. "I thank you for your kind words your Grace. I believe that changing my surname is a wonderful idea, and would be proud to assume the name you have suggested. Of course, I am your servant and your needs come first. That was never in question. I will follow you as long as you will have me."
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Tiria was stunned for a second by the expression on his face. Regaining her senses, she mumbled, "I... well... It's not true that I have no surname. My name is Tiria Draper. And what I meant earlier when I said I would not be allowed back to Elyisima was that I would not be allowed home. My family... well, let's just say that they do not agree with the choices I have made with my life. The last time I saw them was when they kicked me out of the house." She immediately dropped her eyes, not wanting to look at the boy who had offered her only good.
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"... Oh. I... I didn't realize. I see... That would explain why he hired me. If there is a risk that the people who destroyed his estate are still around, he must want as many swords with him as he can find. Thank you for telling me this" Tiria studied the young heir. For someone who might be the only member of his family alive, he was keeping a semblance of calm quite well. The only signs that something was wrong was the way that he seemed to be not quite in the present moment. Rather, he seemed to be thinking of the past, or perhaps the future. In that moment Tiria made up her mind. "Excuse me your grace, I am afraid I have not been completely honest with you."
Border: Chapter 1
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Isra sauntered along with the group, keeping to the outskirts. Her current goal was to keep a watch on the people passing by. Even though she doubted there would be any threat to their group yet, due to the lack of knowledge of their mission, she was still wary. She still wasn't quite sure she bought in to this whole plot. Sure I believe that the Border is shrinking, that's not hard to prove. But what gets me is this whole "magical key" thing. Couldn't they have an easier way of getting it back together? They claimed each piece was protected by someone. Why couldn't they have just summoned the guardians of the key pieces, and with them, the pieces. That would be much more practical. There must be something more going on here. There's something I'm missing. Isra continued to muse about this, while still keeping an eye on the group and those passing by.