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  1. Ellipsis

    Feast or Famine

    A single solitary gunshot rang out in the unusual silence, a sudden beacon of energy who's bouncing echo reverberated between the town's buildings. Natheniel's horse Sage had jumped and pulled against her reins, but Natheniel held fast. He stood stoic and silent, eyes and ears open and waiting, watching and listening. The commotion across the square stirred the scene into life. But the thing that Nat noticed more than anything, was that the towns folk who were mulling about had hardly reacted. A few heads turned, some even shuffled in discomfort, but no one took to hiding. No one cried out. A frown creased Nat's features as he pulled his horse close and began to comfort it with gentle pats and low whispers of affection. He watched from a distance as people began to congregate around a man who had stopped to investigate a towns person who lay prone on the ground. What was the reason for this? It seemed to Nat that they didn't want anyone looking too closely. Who were these men with the guns? Nat peered up at the sky and squinted as the sun radiated around him. Maybe he should see to Sage's comfort and let the scene play out. Tugging against the reins, he guided Sage over into a shady alleyway that had a small stable toward the back. It looked unused and he liked that it was hidden from view of the others. Perhaps it was once part of the closed down inn that was next door to it. No matter, it would serve Nat's purposes. Untacking Sage, he set the saddle across the top of the corral fence, then hung the reins and his belongings next to it. He took to brushing Sage down, keeping a cautious eye on his surroundings as he worked. This part of the town was surprisingly vacant and it was a little eerie if he were to be honest.
  2. Ellipsis

    OOC: Feast or Famine

    ^ Liked for the use of the term 'wicked long hiatus'.
  3. THWACK. The bolt from the crossbow struck heavily and sank deep into the back of the troll skull. Frayen smirked at how the sound stood out among all the chaos and how the trolls instantly took notice of the prevailing assault. "One down. So many more to go..." He said, the sarcastic remark somehow helping to give him strength and bravery. It made it less real, more like a game. Like the militia and thieves game he used to play as a young child at the orphanage. Only, if you got tagged here... Frayen scrambled over the side of the boulder he had been standing on for a vantage point. Setting foot on the goat trail once more, he caught a glint of steel off to his left, away from the others. A group of trolls had something surrounded. Something fierce, something dangerous. Something... woman? Alarm set in the moment he realized. This was one of theirs. He found himself sprinting in her direction before he even realized he had made the decision to aid her. The heat of the battle, the rush of the unknown outcome, was like a drug. Wide eyed and feeling a little wild, Frayen lunged into the fray. Apt! With both hands on the hilt of one blade, Frayen dealt a mighty blow. His downward slash caught a troll at the crook of it's neck, splitting it a good foot and a half down. It tried to scream, but the punctured lung quickly filled it's throat with blood. Clawing at it's chest in feeble attempt, it fell forward to die by bleeding out. Twirling his blade around and drawing his second, Frayen assaulted the next troll. It was already attempting to cleave him with a wicked and cruelly crafted looking axe. The edge of his sword caught the axe blade and angled it down and toward the ground, harmlessly striking into the earth. With a smirk, Frayen recited a small incantation that caused the soft earth to solidify into a pillar of granite around the axe, rendering it stuck and useless. Due to his close proximity, he simply punched the troll hard across it's face, then rotated one blade around as he turned toward the third troll and blindly thrust the blade back and into the gut of the second. It clawed at the blade stuck in it's belly, slathering it with more troll blood. Frayen pulled it free and felt the troll's body strike the earth, leaving it to die he smirked at the remaining two who had this woman surrounded. @Raspberry LA
  4. Ellipsis

    Tavern of Legend Season 3

    With a curious eye, Natheniel appraised the younger man. He extended his own hand and took hold of the offered handshake. With a firm grasp, he nodded to Vince. "Yes, that seems to be the plan. Yet I am not in charge of this outing. You'll be wanting to speak with Carol here." He smiled lightly at Vince and pointed toward Carol. @Pickled @JackDoggo
  5. Ellipsis

    ... Of Crossing Paths ...

    Pulling something from out the basket, Natheniel held the morsel in the palm of his hand and bowed slightly with closed eyes. It was a silent thank you. But to whom? It didn't seem aimed at Aza. Once that was out of the way, he began to eat. He was quite hungry, but he managed to be civil about it. He ate slow with small bites, being sure not to get crumbs everywhere. Resuming his position leaning back against the counter top, he shrugged about who was indebted to who. "You're the first friend I've made in a long while. I've been too preoccupied to make any, it seems." He shares as he considers his fortune. "But quality is better than quantity, if you ask me." He smiles and gives her a hand motion similar to a toast. "To you, miss Azayla. Thank you for being so accommodating. I appreciate it more than you may know." The tea began to boil, the sound of simmering water signalling it getting to temperature. He snuffed out the flame and moved the kettle over onto a small folded cloth, letting it sit now for a moment to steep. "So, I imagine you have questions?" He then asks, a change of topic but one he deemed necessary. If they really were to be friends, no sense in building up walls. @MJ2431
  6. Ellipsis

    OOC: Feast or Famine

    No kidding! :D
  7. Ellipsis

    ... Of Crossing Paths ...

    Nat would gently lift the basket from her grasp, should she relinquish it, as Aza passed into the stable house. He followed behind her and took a peek at what all was available within the treasure trove of food. Setting it down on the table for one, he took immediately to warming up the tea with a kettle he pulled out from a cabinet next to the stove. He fiddled underneath the stove a moment in order to get a fire going. Once satisfied that it would do it's job, he returned to the table and started to lay out the items. He started speaking as he was going about this business "I am greatly indebted to you. I'm going to have to figure out a way to repay you. I know you think I helped you back at the dock, but I'm concerned it will eventually compound and make things worse..." He glances her way as he was speaking and notices the hint of a frown on her face. She had a distant look about her. "... Is everything alright?" He asks, canting his head to one side as he pauses what he is doing. Had something happened at the tea? "If you need to go, I'd understand. I can fend for myself here." Nat peered out the window, as if he expected whatever was troubling her to be hanging around outside. Nothing was there, not that he could see. He then began to wonder if perhaps she was having second thoughts about this arrangement. She had been so eager before, so what would change that now? Natheniel leaned back against the counter space that was next to the stove, leaving the single available chair for her to use should she want it. @MJ2431
  8. Ellipsis

    ... Of Crossing Paths ...

    Natheniel's current vantage point won him a beautiful view of the sun as it neared the mountains in the distance, the early evening purchasing him some respite from the heat. He had a hand up to his forehead, gazing around his surroundings when he heard the familiar voice call up to him from below. His head turned and he smiled down at her. "Not any more!" He exclaimed from on high. He then turned and stepped his way down the side of the roof directly in her direction, stopping just at the edge and crouching down, closing the gap and not feeling as if he needed to shout. "What did you bring?" He asks, eying the basket of food. He had worked up quite the appetite clearing away the brush and cleaning the inside of the stable house, which was clearly a stable house and not a cabin. Regardless of her answer, he needed to get down. He allowed his feet to slide off, rotating himself to grab the edge with his hands to pause his decent for the briefest of moments, then he released and dropped to the ground with a solid thud. His legs absorbed the short fall before straightening back out to his full height once more. Patting himself off, he smiled at her once more and then held the door open for her. "Come inside? I cleaned it up, so it should be comfortable. I got plenty of firewood too." He adds that little last bit in case she cared to stay into the evening. He had many more questions come to mind while she was away, and her company was far superior to isolation.
  9. Ellipsis

    ... Of Crossing Paths ...

    (No need to apologize) When she had left, Nat couldn't help but walk toward the door and lean out, watching her as she hurried off to what would undoubtedly be a lovely tea party. Yet he knew she was going to hate every moment of it, just as he would. He smiled lightly at this before turning to look at the cabin once more. He hummed an upbeat tune as he set to removing his sword belt and wrist guards. He laid them out on the humble bed and rolled his sleeves up. He pulled a leather throng that was wrapped around the sheath of his blade and used it to tie his hair back to keep it out of his face. Once all of that was taken care of, he checked through the cupboards until he found a small wash bucket and some cloth. His humming turned to whistling as he went outside and used the water pump that was alongside the house proper. Once he had water, he went back into the cabin and got to work. He scrubbed clean all the visible surfaces, swept the floor, wiped clean the windows, and remade the bed with a set of folded linens he had found. Finishing all of this, he took a peak at the sun's positioning and determined it had scarcely been an hour. No tea party only lasted an hour. He shrugged, then noticed the state in which the roof was in. Branches and pine needles were piled up, entwined with moss and dead leaves. If left for too long, it would lead to rotting the wood and shingles. Searching around, he found a ladder buried against the large house, beneath overgrowth that had been allowed to vine it's way up the side of the main house. It was beautiful, but also difficult to get the ladder out. Once it was free, though, he laughed and shook his head at the vines. "Hard won, well fought." He said, a term used from his youth. He bowed to the vines and carried the ladder back to the cabin once more. Setting it up against the roof was easy, but starting the work of clearing all the fallen debris was not. He didn't want to just leave a big mess piled up around the cabin either. Slowly, foot by foot, he made headway, working his way across the roof and tossing all the large pieces off behind the small structure. Some of it could be suitable firewood for this evening, he thought. Sweat beaded and rolled down the sides of his face. He paused a moment as he stood perched atop the roof. He wiped his forehead and gazed about. It was a beautiful place, this corner of the world. Still a little warmer than he was used to, but certainly beautiful. He could see it as being a place to call home, if he didn't get chased out soon by Karissa and her band of not-so-merry socialites. He supposed he'll just have to wait and see how things play out.
  10. Ellipsis

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    Fine with me.
  11. To be a wanderer meant to be in a place unexpected. How could anyone keep track of someone who didn't know where their own feet were leading them? Frayen smiled at the sun's warmth as it radiated down from on high. He had his eyes closed and arms stretched out, basking in it for a long moment. It was a peaceful morning. That is, until he heard the horn blasts. Four bursts. He peeked an eye open and peered toward the direction he thought it came from. What did four mean again? Form a phalanx? No... that wasn't it. Four more again sounded and Frayen was able to zero in on the direction. It was lateral to him along the mountainside, over near the main pass that brought many travelers to the temple. "It means something important." He mumbles to himself as he starts to walk in that direction. "I suppose I'll just have to find out. I should have paid more attention in training." He said rubbing his eyes, still feeling the weariness from a light nap clinging to his personage. He shook his head and picked up the pace, nimbly moving along a narrow goat trail that moved parallel across the mountain's edge. "One blast was... hmm, and two... yes. Three meant false alarm, pretty sure. Four... Four... Four... Oh shit." Frayen finally remembered. His pace faltered and he came to a halt. Did he really want to go running headlong into danger? You don't live a long life serving Gaia and spreading the word if you go and get yourself killed. He turned around. Then turned around again. He did this a few more times, pacing. "I... I can't do nothing." He finally decided, feet carrying him off toward the horn blasts once more. "If I die, so be it. Let me die doing something heroic, then." Drawing just one of his blades, so that he could keep a free hand for balance as he moved across the precarious cliff face and narrow trails, Frayen scampered up a large boulder and beheld below him a scene he hadn't expected. It was all laid out and clear what was about. Trolls en mass had gathered along the ridge above a caravan, hurling rocks and boulders down upon them light earthen death. The roar of their actions loud and boisterous. Between the echoing of rock crushing down on rock and wood and flesh, and the whooping and hollering of the beasts themselves, none thought to look upwards at their own flank. On the opposite side, sprinting across another trail, Frayen saw a few familiar forms. Others of the Perfected Mountaineers were skirmishing for vantage points. Using the side of his blade in the glare of the sunlight, he angled it to flash them a coded message. The response in return made him grin. They wanted to attack, so be it. Looking at their numbers, they wouldn't be able to turn the tides, but they could at least slow things down, give these trolls another target and thin the forces a little. They might die trying, but Frayen swore for each of them they'd take down at least two of these trolls.
  12. Ellipsis

    OOC: Feast or Famine

    A post order sounds good to me.
  13. Ellipsis

    Feast or Famine

    Along the northern path that stretched out from the town square, Natheniel sat atop a black horse that trod along at a lazy pace. They were approaching the outskirts of the town he had been seeking. Hood back and mask pulled down, Nat took a bite out of a large green apple. It was juicy, with a twinge of sourness that was much to his liking. The apple had been a last minute purchase at the last town, and he was glad he thought to buy it. Such a thing was a treat and not a necessity, but if you didn't treat yourself from time to time then what was the point in living? The horse whinnied in complaint, rearing its head in repeat protest. It's large brown eye would peer back at Natheniel and the apple and suddenly he knew what he had to do. With a sigh, Nat dismounted by swinging his leg over and dropping to the unpaved road. His black leather boots were instantly swathed in dust. With a last look at the remains of his half eaten apple, Nat offers it to the horse. Horse lips greedily sucked it up and it looked rather happy. "Yeah. You should be pleased." Nat said as he shifted his gaze toward the town ahead of them. He could see people, though they weren't acting in any sort of way he might expect. Usually in a small town such as this people were busy getting their chores and businesses taken care of while the sun was out. It was warm, but not grueling hot. He wondered if perhaps they had some sort of daily routine of prayer gathering. No matter, he was here to investigate, and what they did with their spare time was their business. Leading the horse forward with a "Nic-nic," Nat walked the remainder of the way. "Come on sage." He crossed under an old gate, the wood framework looking to be in some dire need of repair. It held, but for how long? Moving further inward, Nat began to feel the hair on his neck stand upright. It was eerily silent. Yet still he pressed forward. The black horse had it's ears pulled back, and it hoofed the ground nervously when Nat brought them to a stop. "It's okay, girl." He whispered to the horse. "At least I hope so." He then added. He swiveled his head around and took in the sight. The townsfolk were lethargically just standing around. Natheniel frowned at this. Across the way he spotted another horse, tethered and looking just as out of place as he felt.
  14. Ellipsis

    OOC: Feast or Famine

    Here's Natheniel's profile :)
  15. Ellipsis

    Tavern of Legend Season 3

    With raised eyebrows, Nat could only watch in abject disbelief. Their party grew instantly, and by a degree he hadn't expected. He eyed the dragoness in particular, a glint of mirth in his eyes. "Welcome." He says, giving her a nod and a healthy respectable distance. It wasn't that he was scared. It was more that he just didn't want to die, and she seemed the sort that could make that happen. His hand absentmindedly came to rest on the hilt of his blade, a weapon that was crafted with fine attention to detail. Though all that mattered little if you didn't know how to use it. "So, where is it we're going?"