Keeper's Pawn (For RedWolf3)

Discussion in 'RP' started by Ecnalab, Nov 1, 2017.

  1. Ecnalab

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    The kingdom of Harmonia was what many people thought of when they heard the word paradise. A vast empire of prosperous cities ruled by just and wise leaders, and rich verdant wilds, ripe with nature's bounty. The people of Harmonia rarely wanted for anything; being both hard-working, and free of troublesome neighbors. This life of plenty, however, may have proven their downfall.

    Decades of peace, and prosperity, saw little need for a large military presence in Harmonia. So it was that when large holes began to open up in the ground, all across the country, and fell creatures began to scurry and slither out to pillage and raid the countryside, many simply did not know how to react. The initial shock quickly gave way to panic, however, and calls to arms was sent out across the land, summoning any able-bodied men and women who might be able to hold their own against the darkness that was now seeping into the land.

    One such place in need of aid is the farming village of Eversmile. A close knit community of about two hundred people, they have never known the kind of danger they now face as giant vermin now scuttle out of the local woods to pick off livestock, and strip orchards bare.
     
  2. RedWolf3

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    With yet another grunt Zael, arched his back while pulling on the straps of his new outfit. The general weight of the medium armor he carried didn't bother him quite so much as the way it all seemed to bare down on his shoulders and his waist. Even for a newly trained soldier, his gear and armaments were a bit out of the ordinary. On his back he carried a large claymore, almost five feet in length; its size may have been uncharacteristically large, but he only used it for training and as a keepsake, although it be a rather heavy one. This claymore, he dubbed Dawn Piercer, was the last blade he forged before leaving the smithy he worked in; it reminded him not of the life he left behind, but of the future ahead of him. On his left hip was a more practical short sword, supplied by the royal army, and from the front of his waist to his right hip was a series of pouches containing various herbs and supplies. On his waist in the back were a couple of throwing knives, he hoped he would never use, to his embarrassment his accuracy with them was roughly sub-par.


    His clothing and armor consisted, from bottom layer to top, of a padded shirt and breeches, a sparse layer of average chainmail, and finally a series of basic plates that covered his chest from collar to waist, his back from shoulders to waist, his arms from his shoulders to elbows, some plated gloves that were from his wrist to half the length of his fingers, greeves that covered the length from his waist to his ankles, and finally some plate coverings for the leather boots he wore. What would differ from other soldiers armor is the fact that he had taken the time to make some additions to the standard protective gear he wore. He attached coverings on the shoulders, sides of the back and chest plates, and the knees that covered the leather fastening straps. The idea of a stray claw or blade causing his armor to fall off both worried and angered him.


    Zael stands at six feet and three inches tall. He is a towering fortress of a man at a lean weight of two hundred and seventy-five pounds. His body is chiseled with muscles which are defined with certain sinews distinguishing themselves among the others, as his muscles flex when he moves. His hair and fur is a dark blonde color that decorates the pointed ears which rise slightly over the top of his head, the center of his chest, and thinly on the back of his forearms. Wavy, short human hair covers his head. He also as a thin mustache accompanied by a short beard of the same dark blonde color that traces the bottom of his square jaw all the way to is chin and goes to his neck.


    His eyes are hard, yet beautiful; the iris of his eyes are patterned with hues of green and blue. His eyebrows are thick and slightly arched with a old mark that rests above and between them. There is vertical scar in the epicenter of is forehead that stretches about an inch long, he has had it since birth; the scar is so light and thin that it is almost unnoticeable. Another vertical scar is ornately placed on his lips, this scar is about two inches long, and a sixteenth of an inch wide, and the same color as his skin; it is centered on the point where his lips part and it tapers at the top and bottom.


    When not clad in armor or clothes, one can see that his muscle distribution and tone is even from head to toe. In spite of never having had the opportunity for serious injury, there are scars of various sizes and shapes that decorate his body. He as no idea where they come from, only that they have manifested as he has grown. The most notable scar is rather large, starting two inches from the top of is collar bone and running all the way to the bottom of his first abdominal muscles; this scar is about four inches wide and has red tone.


    A tail with thick, messy hair protrudes from just above is muscular rear. His tail is about two feet in length and has the same color of darkened gold that is on the rest of is body.


    ‘When I reach Eversmile I really need to readjust the straps and fastenings.’ He thought, a small grimace pulling at the left corner of his mouth. Already he had readjusted three times on is treck, but with this last time he assured himself he wouldn't be doing it again until he reached his destination. Completely undressing his armor was difficult and dangerous. He wasn't accustomed to it well enough to do it quickly, and with the lands growing more dangerous he couldn't risk a wound that is armor could save him from.


    He shifted his attention, trying not to focus on his sore spots. His orders were to rendezvous with a few other recruits in this town. He was approaching from the west, and from the map he had scanned over on his journey he was able to assess that another soldier was to arrive from the south and one from the east. Upon arrival they would be under the supervision of the resident peacekeeping force there. While they were meant to be “fresh blood” for the occupying force, this journey was also a test of their training. With new creatures causing so much trouble training was rushed and there seemed to be an unspoken mentality that if a single soldier could not survive the travel from one town to the next in one of the better parts of the country than the greenhorn wasn't worth keeping around.


    Something had been bothering him since he had left his training grounds. Eversmile’s orchards were to the south of the town, and to the south of it was a large, dense forest. If the recruit from the south wasn't either amazingly skilled, or smart enough to go around them both, then he might never meet his new peer. He felt fairly certain that the creatures plaguing the village of Eversmile must be residing there, although he wasn't certain, just a gut feeling combined with a somewhat educated guess. Furthermore, he only knew of himself and the two others going to reinforce this village. It wasn't particularly large to begin with, he hoped that the forces there had grown prior to his assignment at that garrison; otherwise, this would prove to be quite difficult.


    From what he had heard these beasts were some rather large rat-like creatures, in groups of one or two they would avoid humans; however, in large numbers he felt certain they would be drawn to a more “meaty” prey than the orchards. He guessed at their size, hearing stories of some like small dogs and some as big as men or even larger. He dismissed some of it as gossip, but he kept his mind open to their size. Needless to say, he avoided any woodlands or tall, grassy meadows in his traveling; especially as he approached the town.


    As he climbed yet another hill, he shifted the straps on the backpack he was carrying and pulled his short sword from its hilt. It bothered him what might lurk over the horizon of a tall hill. A highwaymen? A pack of wild dogs? If nothing, then he would pull a whetstone out from the pouch on his hips and sharpen his sword as he walked for a bit, as he descended the hills far side.


    “I knew I was getting close, but…” When he reached the top, he didn't expect the village to be in the distance ahead of him. He had an ideal view of the village and the orchard to the south. He came to a halt at the apex and began to scan the area, taking in ideals of what to expect in his new, perhaps temporary home. Without even thinking about it, he pulled the whetstone from its pouch and began sharpening his blade. He stood there for about fifteen minutes, scanning the area ahead and taking frequent glances over his shoulders and turning to look behind him, a useful habit he had developed.


    ‘They need to post someone on this hill, or at least patrol it frequently.’ He thought, finally stopping his hillside ritual and putting away the whetstone. He pulled a thick cloth from the same pouch the whetstone was in and cleaned any debris from his blade before putting them both away; but not before glancing behind himself once more.


    He started down the hill and began to plan is course. He had seen a steady billow of smoke from the far side of the mostly stone town. He planned to go there first, must be the local forge after all. He would “talk turkey” for a bit with the local smith, getting a “lay of the land” and ask where he needed to report in and who the local captain was. At least, that is what is plan was.


    A nice breeze blew past him, but he did not close his eyes or tilt his head back to welcome it. It blew through his hair, the fur on his forearms, and even through the armor he lugged around his body before traveling through the fur on his tail. While he did like the breeze, his eyes persistently returned to orchard outside of town, his ears staying alert and pointed above the top of his head.


    ‘It has seen better days… beasts must be more active at night… Great.’ He rolled his eyes at thought of being swarmed by large vermin in the moonlight. It made him grit his teeth ever so slightly in anger of the picture in his mind.


    ‘I will not be brought down like that.’ His left hand gripped the pommel of his short sword, he vowed to himself then and there that if he were to die here then he would take at least a dozen of the unwelcome bastards with him.


    With a heavy sigh he dismissed the thought, he wasn't in this battle alone. With an experienced leader their injuries and casualties would be minimal, if not non-existent. He scoffed at himself aloud, it was ridiculous of him to assume the worst right from the start.


    Once more, he shifted his thoughts, a smile making its way to him as he thought about meeting his new brothers and sisters in arms. The grip on his pommel softened and his shoulders lowered slightly, this would be better than the life he left behind.
     
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  3. Ecnalab

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    The village of Eversmile was just as idyllic up close as it was from a distance. The buildings and streets were clean, and free of moss. The people that he passed greeted him with relieved smiles. Flowers were everywhere they could be; alongside the road, in pots, and under windows.
    The plume of smoke that Zael had seen did, indeed, come from the local smithy. Hard at work, by his forge, was thick-armed human man dressed in a thick leather apron, and hammering on what looked like a sword. He did not seem to notice Zael as he walked up; engrossed as he was in his work.
     
  4. RedWolf3

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    With every step he became more intoxicated by the beauty of this town. Each breath of air was fresh, the people all seemed to have friendly demeanors, and every street and building was kept well. For just a moment his worries and anxieties melted away, the comforts he found in his new environment made him capable of releasing the thoughts about why he had come here.

    The attention he was getting from the locals affected his poise; slowly his shoulders moved back, he straightened himself to walk taller, and every smile he was greeted with was returned with eye contact and a nod of affirmation or a smile of his own. His first impression of this new place and people brought him hope, but also temper his resolve in his duties to protect it.

    In what seemed like a shorter time than he had originally thought, he reached the local smithy that he had seen evidence of earlier. He smirked, as he approached he could feel the heat of the forge greeting him. Now there was a sensation he hadn't felt in a while; literally a warm welcome.

    "Mind if I browse your wares?" He announced himself with a friendly smile, making sure to give the smith a wide berth before speaking. He hated to interrupt someone at work, but he didn't want to risk startling the man either; it would not have been wise to spook someone equipped with red hot steel and the muscle to use it. His lacking skills with throwing daggers considered, it might be best for him to investigate alternatives anyway; perhaps, a bow would be a fine alternative, might certainly be good for hunting when traveling as well.

    This would be a good enough way to start their business. He imagined that with the looming threats ahead he would need plenty of gear fabricated and repaired, and while he had the skill for some of it, this particular fellow had the equipment necessary.
     
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    The smith turned to see who had spoken, and Zael finally got a good look at the man's face. He was a man in his thirties, he guessed, with short curly brown hair and prominent mutton chops. Like everyone else Zael had met so far, he greeted the newcomer with a smile. "Aye, feel free to look around, though I'm afraid much of it is only half finished, what with me having to shift to weapons and what not." As he spoke, the smith's eyes narrowed on Zael before opening as realization dawned on him. "Wait a minute. You're that third guardsman we were told to expect aren't you?"
     
  6. RedWolf3

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    'Third?' Zael thought, he hadn't really considered that the others might have already beaten them here. Then again, he did walk the entire way, and his route was not near any well traveled roads or trade routes as opposed to theirs. There was a chance they could haven't gotten a ride from merchant caravans. He mentally shrugged it off, there were more important matters and questions to attend to/

    "As a matter of fact, I am." He grinned while nodding his head slightly. He was a bit anxious, the tone in the mans voice seemed tense. Whether or not that was a positive or negative tension was unknown to him.

    "Zael Umbermoond, at your service." He introduced himself, being as friendly as he could to someone he hoped would be a associate in the near future.

    "If there is anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask. Although, if you don't mind, can you point me in the direction of the barracks? The details on the layout of the city were kept from me, so I am at your mercy in that respect." He managed to ask a question about his next objective, although he had hoped to take his time getting there. The fact that he was last to arrive made him worry that perhaps he would get scolded for arriving later than the other two. Without thinking, he had raised his left hand and scratched the back of his head as he had spoken, perhaps a nervous itch.
     
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    "Barracks?!" the smith let out a loud belly laugh at the word. "Oh my, son, I think you might be overestimating our little village's battle-readiness. The town hall is where you three will be hold up, while you're here. Big building on the east side of town, you can't miss it."
     
  8. RedWolf3

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    "I see, thank you." A half hearted smile and a weak chuckle came from him, he didn't know how to respond to that. There was no desire for him to belly-ache about only being few in number, it would give them a bit more freedom in their task and decisions; besides, it was more important to get straight to business than whine. Whining wasn't really a predilection of his anyway.

    He wanted to stay and chat, but if it really was just the three of them then he would need to go there and start preparing as soon as possible.

    "I really should be going then, but before I do, care to help me with a couple of questions?" In spite of his current situation, the thought of having a good bow had rooted itself in his mind. It would be more advantageous to his situation and skills than his knife set. He was really more of a hand to hand combat specialist, so ranged weapons weren't his forte. Even so, he felt he could do better with a bow and arrow than a roguish pair of throwing knives.

    "I would like to request a good, reinforced bow with several quivers of arrows, if you have some in stock I will come back later. But if not then take your time preparing them, I don't really have an urgent need for it." He paused, taking a moment to think about how to phrase his next question. He could make due with his current equipment well enoigh for now.

    Information on his enemy would be his next subject, and one that he was dying to learn about. "Can you tell me anything about the rat-like creatures we have been sent here to deal with? Even just their size and behavior would be a great help."

    He hated to ask, assuming it might be a sore subject. Although, any information he could glean would help him prepare. He could plan for traps and defense methods that would give them an upper hand over the critters numbers. Then again, he did wonder how numerous they might be when they came.
     
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    "Aye, I've got a spare bow and quiver you can use," replied the smith, heading over to a nearby trunk, and pulling said items out. The bow was clearly meant more for hunting than war, but it still had a fair pull to it, and the arrows were as dangerous as any others. "As for the rat-things, well, truth be told no ones actually gotten a good look at them. They only come out into the fields and orchards at night to gobble up crops by the bushel. We're not even sure they're rats, but the few eye-witnesses say they have long tails, and don't look like no dog; despite being as big as one. The local hunters place their numbers in their last little raid at about twenty."

    [Sorry for the long dely. I was sick last week.]
     
  10. RedWolf3

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    His face brightened slightly at the confirmation and sight of the new equipment. How much help this would be to him was yet to be seen; however, it made him feel quite a bit more comfortable in the face of the adversities his mind had been formulating. After receiving it from the thick-armed smith, he mounted the quiver of arrows on the back side of his waist, using his belt and he would carry the bow by hand for now. He thought that placing it over himself might allow his armor to frey the string, he wasn't about to mistreat a new weapon.

    He listened intently to the smith's information on the beasts. What he learned here may have been somewhat vague, but considering that he had assumed far worse conditions this brought some relief to him. 'Come out at night... big appetite... mostly on all fours... long tails... roughly twenty.' He noted mentally, nothing in particular seemed too troubling, but he did feel it necessary to keep aware of the tail. 'May as well be an extra limb.' He thought. Their numbers did not seem to worry him, it was far better than numerous swarms. He would think of tactics on his way to meet his fellow soldiers, but he wasn't finished here yet.

    "How much do I owe you?" He motioned his hand that held the bow. He wasn't about to skip out on paying, it wasn't in his nature and he didn't want to give a bad impression on someone he had just met.

    His left, free hand moved to open a gap between his flat stomach and the bottom of his chest plate, his hand moving into it to grab a thick pouch. He kept his funds hidden there and secured by a strap that ran around his chest. The trickiest part of carrying it this way was tightening it so it didn't make noise, but keeping it loose enough not to dig into his skin as he moved about. His time as a smith allowed him to meet many people, one of which was a traveling mercenary which indirectly taught him this. The man he had met long ago kept a decoy pouch on his hips with only a few coins, so that if he were on the losing end of a brawl not all would be lost.

    [Perfectly fine. Hope you are feeling better!]
     
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    The smith smiled and held up his hand. "I'll tell you what, you manage to drive off those things ruining our crops, and we can call it an even trade." Ah, Eversmile, the people of the little village truly earned the town its name. Even in the idyllic kingdom of Harmonia, there were few people more willing to lend a hand to those around them then the quiet farmers and tradesfolk who called Eversmile home.
     
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    Zael's hand withdrew, a smile on his face. He was willing to pay, but it would be rude to refuse such kindness. Furthermore, that was a deal that he certainly wanted to make good on.

    "Looks like we have a deal then." He strethe out his hand to shake on it. A happy chuckle came from his smile, he was beginning to like this place more and more.

    With his business taken care of, it was time for him to depart. The sooner he reached his comtades, the sooner they could prepare. He also hoped to assess their skill and predilections before it was time to exterminate the pests that plagued Eversmile.
     
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    Zael's next destination was the town hall; a large, two-story, building that looked more like a large house than a place of business. Heading in the front door, he found himself in a simple foyer, with a young woman with straw-blond hair behind a desk. "Can I help you?" she asked, with a smile.
     
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    He returned the smile and nodded promptly, walking up to the desk. His steps were heavy, his bulky frame and the additional equipment and armor he carried made certain of that.

    "My name is Zael, and I have been assigned here to assist with the creatures plaguing the orchards here. I was told this is where I and my comrades would be staying." He elaborated while he peered down at her, he hadn't been certain on what to expect the town hall to look like. Every so often he would glance around and at her, gauging both the lodgings and the young lady attending them.

    He shifted his broad shoulders slightly, altering the way his armor rested on them. In the back of his mind he was thinking about finally getting all that metal off of him and planning for tonight. He wondered if his allies would have already have thought up any plans. 'One way or the other I should have a look around the edge of the town and examine the orchard, just to familiarize a bit.' He thought that might also reveal some advantages or disadvantages to certain parts of the terrain.
     
  15. Ecnalab

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    "Ah, I thought as much," she said. "Come, I'll show you to your room." She lead Zael through the building, which was indeed just a large manor, though they did pass through an impressive dining hall. Sitting at one end of the long table, were two figures. "Ah, here are your companions," said the young lady. "Master Furig, Ms. Gizelle, my I introduce Mr. Zael.

    Zael's eyes widened as the two sitting at the table turned to look at him. The first, Furig, was one of the men of the mountains; a dwarf. He stood only about four feet tall, but was well muscled, with a barrel chest, and thick black beard and mustache. The dwarves of Harmonia were known for three things: mining, eating, and tinkering. Their skill at cutting through stone was second to none, and when they weren't coaxing metal out of the earth, they were hammering it into all manner of useful devices in the workshops of their holds, and those of any nobles who could afford their outrageous asking prices.

    The other person at the table was even more interesting. She stood not much taller than Furig, with a toned, yet well-curved figure, most of which was on display thanks to the near scandalous outfit she was wearing. A white leotard attempted to cover her torso, yet left her mid-drift exposed, and the neckline was so low that her bosoms looked ready to pop free. Yet such an evocative appearance was to be expected from one of the children of the forests; a fairy. They, and their elf cozens, were well known for their frivolous, often flirtatious, nature. More than one woodcutter had entered the forests of Harmonia with ax in hand, only to leave the woods wearing nothing but a smile, after having been 'persuaded' to go elsewhere by a local fairy. Gizelle regarded Zael with wide blue eyes, as large gossamer wings unfolded from her back and began to flutter; lifting her into the air. "Ooh, so this is our last brother in arms?" she asked, with a smile, as she slowly hovered toward Zael.
     
  16. RedWolf3

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    It was not until she had spoken that Zael was able to pry his wandering eyes away from thoroughly examining her tantalizing figure. Luckily for him, between his his height and the distance between them at the time she spoke kept his eyes from having to shift in noticeable ways. He calmed his expression of awe and a warm smile grew on his face to replace it, he knew it would take no small portion of his willpower to keep his vision from leaving her eyes; although, it did help that her eyes were an attractive hue that he had not come across before.

    "A pleasure to meet you both." He gave a firm nod, glancing at his new comrade still seated at the table and turning his attention back to the approaching beauty. He had seen dwarves in passing before and heard many tales about their craftsmanship and ingenuity; however, he had also learned from a great many people to never pay for their meals or ale, lest you would lose a fortune. He couldn't help but wonder about how they would get along if he were to speak with him on smithing. 'I may be good, but I would say my skills likely pale in comparison. He might look down on them, and if what I have heard is right then it wouldn't be unjust.' He thought, perhaps it best to avoid that topic for the near future. Considering his customization to the standard armor he received after training, that might be difficult though. These additions couldn't be purchased anywhere else, all of them had been handcrafted himself with painstaking effort.

    Now, a fairy though, he had never met one and hadn't heard much of them either. Everything about her aroused his ire, from what he might learn to the mere sight of her. It began to show as well, his golden furred ears had already brought themselves to a pointed attention at the top of his head and his tail had begun to sway from side to side slowly. As he began to step forward to meet her halfway, he noticed his emotionally motivated limb and restrained it just enough to not be noticeable behind him. Her wings were a feature he was able to draw his attention to just before he met her gaze, he wondered what it must be like to float around so gracefully and how useful that might be. 'Can't really say it would be practical for someone like me, my size and weight simply wouldn't allow it.'

    With that mental dismissal, he became a bit more inwardly focused as he took yet another step forward. Perhaps they had encountered his race before, but if they had then they would undoubtedly notice just how uncharacteristic his features were for his people. His dark golden color was something of a rarity, but not excessively remarkable; no, what was peculiar was his size. Virtually all, except he, were thin and lithe, but his figure was strikingly muscular with all the tone to match. His size and even moreso his strength exceeded any human, canid or otherwise, he had ever met or heard of. Then there was the matter of his scars, given that they had simply appeared as he matured, he dreaded the day that he may have to explain them to Gizelle and Furig; inevitable, but perhaps it would be in the distant future. At this point however, he dismissed those thoughts as well, his armor and apparel hid all traces of the scars and and most of the detail to his hulking form; except for the small scar on the left side of his lips.
     
  17. Ecnalab

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    The fairy, Gizelle, fluttered through the air to circle Zael once before coming to a stop in front of him. "Hello there, I'm Gizelle, of the Moon Wood. A pleasure to meet you." Keeping his eyes from wandering was going to be harder than Zael thought. Gizelle did not land as she spoke, hovering in the air before him, and that put her shapely bosom right at eye level. To make matters even worse, her constant bobbing in the air caused them to bounce slightly the whole time. "...And, you are?" she asked, when Zael didn't immediately respond.
     
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    Had he not been so mesmerized then he might have felt uneasy at being circled. His focus had been elsewhere, his peripherals were examining every ornate curve of her figure and his mind was committing it all to memory.

    "I-I..." He cleared his throat, banishing the brief, hesitant stutter. He had indeed heard her introduction, but with his thoughts so preoccupied what came next did not naturally flow from him when she inquired for him to do the same. Withonly a split second pause, he continued.

    "My name is Zael Umbermoond, and... I don't really belong to one place in particular." He stated, he had left his home behind, in his past. Forever, he thought, it would remain that way. "Oh... the pleasure is all mine, and I look forward to working closely with you."

    He grinned, his willpower faltered for a moment and his stare drifted forward. 'Great globes of glory...' A mental exclamation as, for just a moment, he saw what he thought might be paradise. It was only for a moment, before he turned his eyes, and his head, to the side slightly. His cheeks became warm as he caught himself wavering and staring straight into the depths of temptation. He might have blushed slightly from embarrassment of being caught, he certainly did not regret it.

    With a final mental push he turned his eyes to hers, although his gaze was week due to its attraction elsewhere. "Can't say I've ever heard o' the Moon Wood. Care to tell me a bit more about it?" He asked trying to press the conversation forward and turn his focus. It wouldn't be until later that he would he realize his light accent had come out in that instance. In training he was taught to speak a bit more properly, for the chance that any one of the recruits could be assigned to gaurd nobles or other important people.
     
  19. Ecnalab

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    "Oh, it's just a little forest, not too far from here," replied Gizelle.

    "Gizelle! Quit flirting, and get your head out of the clouds," the dwarf, Furig, barked. "We're here to make ready for battle, not so you and the new lad can fumble about each other all day."

    "Hmph, well, you're no fun," Gizelle pouted, as she hovered back to her seat at the table.

    "We're not here for fun, we're here to work. Speaking of which," he tuned to Zael. "What'd you say your name was? Zael?... The name's Furig, professional spelunker, on loan from the local baron. Now, come have a seat, and we'll bring you up to speed."
     
  20. RedWolf3

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    Furig chimed in at just the right time, with a loss for words and a pounding heart keeping Zael tense.

    "Yes, that's right." He replied, shifting his attention to him. "Master Furig, right?" He asked, hoping to confirm what he believed he already knew. He had heard the young lady refer to his title and decided it best to repeat it, perhaps there was good reason. In conjunction with his days as a smith, the term spelunking had been thrown around a few times, he didn't know all the details of the profession but the general concept was understood. Often times the merchants from which he received ores would discuss spelunking at potential mines.

    Zael took heavy yet brisk steps to the table, in spite of his encumbrance he was excited to hear what kind of plan they had formulated. 'Nice to see my ally's think ahead, far better than some of the recruits I trained with.' He thought, remembering how some of the people in his troop were lacking a bit of common sense. He chose a seat across from Furig, to the left of Gizelle, keeping sequence with their seating at one end of the table. It was at that moment a thought occurred to him. 'Spelunker? I haven't seen one of these pits the monsters come from, but does he intend to have us go into one?' The idea didn't scare him really, but he did wonder about what Furig thought they might find. He also wondered if they even had a bottom. 'Perhaps it is the baron who expects to find something...' The earlier statement from Furig's introduction hadn't escaped him. He didn't know anything about this noble, but it seemed only logical that someone in charge of territory would want to either know more about the issues his lands were having or about if he might gain something of value from a new discovery.

    He paused once he reached his seat, reaching a hand under his chest plate a fidgeting for a moment, he wouldn't be able to take a seat without removing something. Quickly, a very faint but audible click was heard, pulling his right hand from his armor, his left hand reach behind him to pull the scabbard that his large broadsword was holstered in. The straps pulled from under his armor as he removed the sheathed weapon. He leaned it up against the table, to the left of his chosen spot, carefully; yet even so it made a decent sound as it bumped the wooden surface. The hilt of the blade was not ornate or bejeweled, but it had been made with Zael's specific grip in mind.

    With that out of the way, he shifted the short sword on his side as he took a seat and scooted himself up. Even while seated he kept an good and upright posture, due to his armor he had to if he were going to be comfortable.
     
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    At the table was a large scroll, with a fairly decent map of Eversmile, and the surrounding farms, drawn upon it. Several areas were shaded in red; mostly orchards, but a couple of houses as well. "Now then," began Furig, clearing his throat. "I assume you've heard about the creatures we're here to take care of, but let me elaborate. From what Gizelle and I have been able to gather, we appear to be dealing some kind of giant rodents. The damage they've done to the fields, as well as the tracks we were able to find, suggest that they have habits similar to rats."
    "There doesn't appear to be any pattern to the places that they attack," Gizelle cut in. "Aside from the abundance of food. That's why these to homes were hit; they had fully stocked larders," she said, motioning to the two buildings shaded in red.
     
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    "So... you think we might be able to bait them?" He asked, arching a brow. He realized that may have not been the plan, but it seemed logical from where he stood. Not a bad plan, but perhaps they had formulated a better one. If bait were the key, then the more fragrant the better; but he remained silent, not wanting to interrupt further.

    Zael looked closely at the map, trying to memorize as much as he could and not just the areas in red. Knowing more about the area could be useful in far more ways than he could count.

    'Similar habits to average rodents... Useful. The sooner we eliminate them the better, the can breed fast.' He thought as ge gazed over the scroll the lifting his eyes upward to look at Gizelle and the Furig. He leaned forward slightly and rested his arms on the table, the metal gauntlets and arm guards meeting with wooden surface with a light bump.
     
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    "Precisely," confirmed Furig. "If we can get them all in one place, then we won't have to bother hunting them through the fields in the dark."
    "The only question is: where to set the trap," Gizelle added.
     
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    Zael traced his chin with thumb and index finger, rubbing it in thought. An open area wouldn't be good, a contained perimeter would be best and even better if there were only one way in and out.

    "Did either of those two homes happen to store their larders in the cellar?" He asked, a cellar might be ideal for this. If those houses had already been damaged then it might be best to consolidate rather than another home being damaged.

    "They might be more likely to return somewhere they have been before." He mumbled, he didn't like the idea of putting a family out of their home for a night; however, accommodating them might not be a great issue.

    He glanced upward at his comrades, waiting for comments or objections.
     
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    "As a matter of fact, one did," replied Furig, pointing to the house on the outskirts of town. Relatively isolated, it was little wonder that it had been hit by the raiders.
     
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    "We may juse have our trap site then." He smirked, tapping the where the red house was. Then he ceased, the smirk leaving him as he looked back up from the map.

    "They didn't burrow at all did they? Just gnaw through door and wall?" He alsed, a sobering thought had come to him. This could make theit work a bit more dirty, depending on the case

    Even then however, there was the matter of finding the owners and getting them to agree to surrender their home for the night. They might have the authority to seize it, but he would prefer not to make enemies of any of the townsfolk if it all possible.

    He began to wonder if either of them had any thoughts to improve their chances of ending the infestation in one fell swoop. Bear traps, tar traps, or poison bait. No matter what the case, the more they tipped the scales in their favor the more they would have to ensure that there was no collateral damage.
     
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    "No, they simply broke into the cellar," said Furig.

    "Scared the family so bad, they up and left town the next day," added Gizelle.
     
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    He nodded, certainly convenient for them.

    "Well..." He leaned back in his chair, propping his left arm on the hilt of his broadsword, his brows raised.

    "If we are in agreement, shall we hop to it then?" He asked, checking to see if they intended to stay at the home until nightfall, or head there as short time before dusk. He had only just arrived and had almost nothing to unpack, but they had arrived ahead of him and had likely already set up their quarters.

    Speaking of quarters, he wondered where his room would be in this building. He eyes wandered about his sureoundings for a moment, looking at the doorways and ceilings.