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Post by Netreemic on May 18, 2009 22:24:18 GMT -6
He strode down the busy market street, keeping his arms in. There was a surprising number of people swarmed in the market, it was almost dizzying. Darting, squabbling, shouting, ambling, dancing…His hand reached unsteadily towards his head, wishing he had eyelids to close and block out the onrush of colors and movement. Some of the children shrieked, chasing a cuckoo and knocked against his legs. He steadied his next step, wrapped hand patting the top of the shortest as she rushed to catch up. Her screams for justice, and wooden sword, did not bode well for her comrades or the cuckoo. Heh…living well.
“You sir!” His covered head turned to regard the hailing merchant. “You look to be in need of a-a” The merchant stumbled his boisterous words as the flat black mask rounded on him, a hint of glowing green glinting in the eye slits. “A-a lantern! Am I right?” He tilted his head to follow the gesturing arm of the merchant. They truly were a nice variety of lanterns, but what was better were the candles. He was in need of a new warding candle, his last burnt out the night before, leaving him chasing down the tibia the blasted wolfos had dug up. Luckily he had caught it before it got too far, or made too many tooth marks. He rested his hand on top of a stumpy blue one, inset with silver Hylian glyphs, trying to pick up on the tingle of authenticity…which it was severely lacking. He waved his hand in negatory, wasting no words on the sneak.
Unti turned from the covered stand, and the muttering pudgy salesman, to gaze around the market square. A thief dug through a large woman’s purse, another woman played with her dog, and a mammoth sized man trundled down the alley. By all things bright, these people were piles of waste. Caring so little about one’s possessions that a simple pickpocket could filch them in broad daylight? Cajoling a mangy beast with so little muscle it would barely be worth the firewood used to roast it? The sheer amount that these people ate was staggering and they played with their food worse than children ever should. Throwing it a stick. Pah. You’d never catch him playing stick with a rabbit…unless it was a high impact game. His gaze continued to rove, hoping to find what he needed and move on. He didn’t want to get stuck within these walls when the bridge was raised. Not that he couldn’t easily crawl over the walls to get in and out, but it really didn’t seem worth the time it would take to dry his clothing from dropping into the moat. Though, if he was seen, maybe the guards would finally stir their lazy carcasses, it would be good for them to get a little practice. Igos would have had all their heads for their incompetence, lucky for them their princess was so undemanding. He snapped his teeth together, annoyed that the sun was quickly falling out of the sky and he was still sans candle.
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Post by Mort on May 18, 2009 22:59:01 GMT -6
Nied waited impatiently for the drawbridge to drop. Each creak, clank, and groan was another moment he wasn’t selling, wasn’t saving up for his horse. He stared at the giant plank of murdered trees, willing it to fall faster and shifted his weight. Twiggy fingers reached up to smooth his mustache impatiently. A final thud and the way stood open. Nodding, Nied took fast, short strides across the wood, cringing lightly at the faint grossness of it.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The Deku tensed angrily at the growled question, even more at the lowered spear. He swatted it away from his face, glowing eyes darkening to a redder orange.
"Where I go every day.” He resettled his hold on the vine straps of his bag. Every. Single. Day. They must love posting a new guard at the gate. A new guard that would demand that he wait while the commander was contacted for confirmation. One of these days, he was going to get a signature from the man on an official document. “I have wares to sell and buyers waiting. Unless you would like to purchase my quickly melting eye frogs.” The man recoiled when he pulled out a frog and squeeeeeeeeeezed it in demonstration. He felt horrible using a frog in such a manor, but eye frogs were mean anyways. Terrible croakers too. “Now if you will excuse me, I have a booth to set up.” He sped past the guard, past the cackling table load of sentries playing cards. He waved in a friendly manner. Their wives, finances, bubble headed girlfriends would choke on his inflated prices. Or grow thorns.
Nied straightened his dirty little corner, rightening his crates and footstool. Clambering on top of the stool, he whipped out a tablecloth and rubbed out the wrinkles. His wares almost magically appeared on the covered crates, piled attractively enough. He tugged at his mustache one last time before eyeing the crowd. He’d get those women soon enough, there was a flower competition coming up, some deranged tradition of these folk to torture plants until they chopped off the flowers and put them on display. Sick, but profitable. Every one of them knew his concoctions led to ‘Brighter, lovelier, and livelier’ plants. Oh yes. --
Nearing the end of the day, it was getting hard to stay on his feet. Things had not died down in most of the market (if anything the children were more lively now), but the shopping fervor had cooled. They were just hanging around and chattering in their loud voices. He spun an empty bottle around with his finger, head resting on his other palm. Boring. Though, his leafy head lifted from its resting spot, what was interesting was the bundled figure at Dom’s stand. Not the usual pointy-eared freak, but a freak of the freaks. The figure looked like a leper, all those bandages and faceless mask. It was surprising the townsfolk weren’t clambering away from him. Typical, stand at the demanding five feet plus requirement of these people and you register as acceptable. That aside, it looked like he was after a warding wick. Lucky day, Nied just so happened to have some of those. High quality at that. A happy chuckle echoed from his tubular mouth hole as he moved the candles to the front of his stand. Oh yes, reel them in. He shouldn’t be so good, oh it almost hurt. Ouch~
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Post by Netreemic on May 25, 2009 20:17:55 GMT -6
A sigh rattled through Unti as he batted the pickpocket’s hand away from his satchel…again. He stalked past the strip of shops…again, making the merchants increasingly nervous. The stalfos slowed as he reached the end…again, wrapped hand tugging in agitation on his mask bindings. He noticed the bone claws peeking out of the bandages, hand twitching in surprise. Botheration, he needed to settle this and get back to the field.
Then he saw, tucked away in the corner, a small Deku merchant. Oh good. He’d met one in Termina when he’d been a boy, a Deku blown into the canyon. The lively creature had gleefully spoken of his ‘fellow traders’ and slapped his wares out. They had been amazing to a small boy used to sparse living. One could only hope this Deku would meet expectations. He walked towards the small stand, watching the creature stroke its mustache smugly. Must be a Deku merchant requirement, that mustache. Perhaps a silly thing to appreciate, but it felt like the first taste of home in a long time. These Hylians were so backwards, it was good to see some things were as they were supposed to be. It had been worrisome not to find any sooner, but here one stood waiting. Perhaps something of interest was on the horizon. He angled his slow walk towards the booth.
“How much?” He didn’t feel the need to expand, as the Deku clearly already understood what he was looking for. Like any decent salesman. His hand stayed by his side. If it was one thing he’d learned about Deku, they were prideful creatures…not the kind that took well to any doubting their honesty or getting too close to their property. At this point, he’d be willing to just toss down a silver rupee and be on his way. With the sky going purple, his haggling skills could happily rot until the next time he was forced into town.
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Post by Mort on May 27, 2009 19:25:44 GMT -6
Nied’s glowing eyes squinted in amusement, pleased to see his methods had worked. Barely any effort~ He focused on packing up some of the other objects and getting prepared to call it a night. Always a good tactic. Force the buyer into a time crunch and they won’t be able to contest the price. Though, during the figure’s progress across the cobbles, he glanced up, intrigued. The flickering lights were not casting any glow on that mask. Just what kind of paint was used on it? That level of matte was impressive and could be highly useful. Probably sell good too. The closer he got, the more Nied could see that the wardrobe was foreign weave. Interesting.
He wrapped his last bottle of potion in a cloth before setting it in his bag, taking a moment to consider the man’s (going off the sound of his voice) question. It was rather disappointing. Seemed like this was not going to be quite the fight he’d been looking forward too. Oh well, most likely all for the best. He had gotten locked within the walls once and the dogs had been little devils all night long. Chewing and gnawing and chasing. He let out a thin sigh. At least the man was being polite, which was more than what he could say about most of his costumers.
"How would fifty rupees sound, stranger?” He could make a whole lot more off one of those candles, but he had already made quite a haul from the townsfolk. “Slap it down if you want it, I’ve got to get to my underground warehouse.” He tried to make it sound more important than it was: a hole in the ground. To where he ran as fast as he could in order to dodge the early night predators. He started packing the other candles.
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Post by Netreemic on Jun 5, 2009 21:00:46 GMT -6
Nodding sharply, the Stalfos reached back into a side compartment of his satchel and withdrew a handful of rupees. The mixture was nothing impressive…luckily. The Hylians could go rabid when faced with large amounts of rupees. He had stored his single silver rock deep within a tied portion of the bag, leaving a useful amount jingling within reach. Nonetheless, he felt the beady eyes quickly inspecting his handful. Well, perhaps understandable. He had never had this much before coming here. Amazing what people dropped in the field~
He placed the purple crystal on the crate, switching for the blue candle. Unti hesitated as tied his satchel shut around his purchase, disconcerted by the Deku’s words. The past few months had familiarized him very well with most the underground accommodations. Certain ones were clearly inhabitant by Deku on a regular basis. One of those was the recent owner of its very own wolfos…thanks to him. He would hate for it to be all thanks to him the one decent merchant in this town was turned into a chew stick.
So, in the off chance that the Underground Warehouse now stocked Wolfos, he did something he had not planned for the day - he struck up a conversation.
“Unti du Ilorbo, good merchant.” He snapped a quick bow. His accent was a bit less noticeable, but his speech remained stilted. Gesturing in the direction of the gate, he continued, “Perhaps I could walk with you for a while. This is my first time traveling and I fear my knowledge of the area is poor.” It was mostly true. Besides, he’d been harboring curiosity about the regions down the pathways he had never traveled…ones which the merchant could be very familiar. The Deku from his childhood had been the only link to the rest of Termina – tales of pirates, fishfolk, oceans and forests. He had hovered on the steps of Kakariko, outside the entrance of the forest, stared at the guarded bridge…but nothing more. “If that would not inconvenience you…” Even if it did, he’d still follow the little merchant, but appearances (as Hylians were quickly teaching him) were everything.
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Post by Mort on Jul 22, 2009 11:00:21 GMT -6
Shifting his bag onto his back, Nied hovered a moment to consider this “Unti du Ilorbo.” The more the man spoke, the more interesting he became. That was not something you could say about the citizens of Hyrule Castletown. They could talk you under the table if you let them. But to think of the things he could learn from a foreigner…the rupees piled up before his eyes. Blacker than black paint, interesting textiles, and an understanding of the barter system – which meant this foreign land would be a golden opportunity for a entrepreneuring deku like himself. Glowing eyes crinkled into crescents. “Most certainly. But,” he raised a twiggy finger in point, “speed is important at this moment, so if we could be off?” Hicking his bag, small, slim legs set to pattering towards the drawbridge and the field beyond.
[sorry net, work’s beating the snot out of me. The joys of making up for time wasted on actually enjoying vacation.]
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Post by Netreemic on Oct 14, 2009 18:31:32 GMT -6
[heh, a lifetime later...]
Unti fell in step besides the Deku, surprised at the speed of the shorter being’s step. He remained quiet, enjoying the light creak and leafy swish created by the deku’s leaves. To a man who had grown up in a place mostly devoid of trees, it seemed truly wonderful to be able to take the sounds with you. All that remained to the Ikana was the grating of bones and mournful groans. Shaking his skull, he brought his mind back to the present. And missed a step.
“Uh, perhaps it is due to my small knowledge, but should it be getting dark this soon?”
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Post by Mort on Oct 14, 2009 18:46:52 GMT -6
[speed typing! >D But yeah, it is kind of fun being here again. Type fast 'Mic, before I again become bored with you! Muahahaha]
Nied glanced up at D’Ilorbo’s words and slowed to a halt. Glowing eyes blinked, his leafy top rustling in the sudden cold breeze.
"No, it really shouldn’t." He turned slightly, watching the now distant drawbridge pull up. His head continued to rotate and look for anything out of the ordinary. He twitched as the first raindrops pelted his head. "Seems like it might storm. As much as I love the rain, I would prefer not to be struck by lightening." He resumed his speeding pace, feeling increasing nervous. It seemed like something more was off in Hyrule Field. He just could not place it. But hey, at least he had a big, scary foreigner.
“So, it’s just over the hill. I’ll have you down in view of the weather, if you would-” His words broke off, interrupted by a ragged shriek. At least a dozen stalchilds were tottering rapidly down the hill with blazing eyes locked on the pair. Yelping, Nied jerked around and ran as fast as his feet could carry him. And, though it pained him terribly, left his bag behind. Life over wares.
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Post by Netreemic on Oct 14, 2009 19:07:56 GMT -6
Unti froze at the cackled shriek. It hit a resonance deep with in him that was hard to deny. The wanderlust of the night, ripping, shredding, the mindless violence. He drew in a rattling breath, fingertips elongating, stretching the bandages wrapped around them.
Then the deku yelled and Unti pulled back into himself, mind refocusing. He swiftly judged the distance, turned, grabbed the retreating Deku around his waist and dashed towards Lon Lon Ranch. He knew it didn’t have any fortification as impenetrable as the castle and it was at the moment much closer than Kakariko Village. Long legs sped them over the grass, his companion secure under his arm. The stalchildren were surprisingly agile, their normally lumbering steps eating the distance nearly as quickly as he.
Luckily, the stone entrance of Lon Lon Ranch quickly drew near and he darted through to safety. A few of the stupider stalchildren tried to follow, giving out pained groans when they hit the invisible barrier. Amateurs. A simple ward and they fall to pieces. He set the deku down, turning to face the skeletal creatures. The more timid burrowed into the ground with a yelp while the others shot him speculative glances before skittering back into the night.
“Good merchant, I fear we abandoned your goods. I will go fetch them.” And put these children back in their place. He shucked his satchel and strode away from the stone walls and back into the ever deepening night. In Termina, such disrespect would not go unpunished. Captain Keeta would have a field day with these pups.
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Post by Ryugexu on Oct 15, 2009 19:40:15 GMT -6
This night was certainly an awful one. Especially for one whom already had no sight- only the feel of the cold night air settling down, as well as the knowledge of some evil lurking nearby.
The blind mage had been traveling with a small group of other hylians, however they had already been overtaken and were either dead or simply defeated- it was hard to tell when the blind mage couldn't look to see if his companions were still breathing or not. By the scent of blood thick in the air, Reville assumed the deaths of his traveling companions. Unfortunately, he was the only one standing, thus, he would probably become the next victim.
Other than the sound of the short bloodthirsty skeletons, he could hear a rogue noise. The sound of someone a bit larger, perhaps, than the monsters around himself. Though Reville at times was often stubborn, he knew that now was not the time.
"HELP! Please! Help me!" he shouted with all his might. He could not cast magic, as he feared further damaging the bodies or even killing the survivors of his group. He knew that he himself was injured- a small abrasion across his side twinged with every movement. He could smell and feel the blood of his own, that of his companions and water from the coming rain mingling on his long traveling robe.
I should have never left home.... This is one huge disaster...
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Post by Mort on Oct 16, 2009 15:13:38 GMT -6
“Hey! Come back!” Nied watched in dazed horror as D’Ilorbo ran BACK out. “Those things aren’t gone!” Good Goddesses! Did the foreigner know what those things could DO? Should I go after him and try to save the idiot?!? No! Madness. Complete madness. He paced back and forth, muttering. The new moon no less! It’s pitch black out there. His body shook in frustrated anger (adrenalin, terror, whatever).
“Well,” he firmly stomped his small foot and crossed his arms, “he’ll probably come back bleeding. I should go get him help now.” Nodding, he leaned down to snatch up the satchel and turned to walk up the funneled entrance, tall rock walls rising on either side. He’d rouse the whole household if he had to! Pattering across the grass, he rounded the corner and was pleased to see someone still out and about doing chores.
“Hahlooooo~!” The figure straightened and was lit by the nearby window. A young woman. Nied breathed a small sigh of relief. Little chance of her attacking…he stopped short as she shifted her hold on a pitchfork. She was leaning on it mostly, head tilted and eyes considering, but the Deku felt intimidated anyways. The girl looked used to wielding that sharp tool. “Uh…ah, well uh good evening miss.” She continued staring, wide eyes further creeping Nied out. “Uh, I apologize for the hour, but my uh companion is out on the field. Probably getting chased by Stalkids. So I was hoping to get him some emergency aid.” He plowed through the last in a rush, hands clutching the bag tight. Knowing someone in distress was about his own alibi for being on her property, so hopefully it would outweigh her desire to stab him.
“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!” He cringed, leaves rattling at the loud shout. Great, now her father is going to rush down here and play Break the Deku. “Some travelers are here! I’m gonna stick ‘em in the barn! SO STIR THE STEW FOR ME!” She flipped the pitchfork over her shoulder and slid open the barn door. “I’ve got some potions and bandages for the cows in here, but that an’ a warm place is ‘bout all I can offer. Not risking myself against a bunch o’ skeletons.” She smiled brightly and hung the fork on the wall. “Let me know if he’s worse off. But I need to go supervise my dad so he doesn’t burn the house down. I advise you don’t go out after him.” Shaking a finger at him, the young woman strode across the small yard and into her house.
Nied stood blinking. That…had been a whirlwind of strangeness. She hadn’t even cared that- He shook himself. Things to do. Placing the satchel down on some clean hay by the door, he snatched up a few potions and pattered back down the path, peering through the increasing downpour. He really didn’t know why he was bothering, but it seemed like a waste of invested time if the foreigner died. That, and the loss of some decent merchandise.
[well, given time is still floating in the air...the young lady could or couldn't be Malon with or without Talon being the dude in the house.]
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Post by Netreemic on Oct 17, 2009 13:49:25 GMT -6
Striding through a stretch of tall grass, Unti twisted and punched his hand into a patch of disrupted earth. He jerked his arm back, pulling a struggling Stalchild chattering hysterically out of the ground. It struggled madly as he continued walking, dragging it along by his hold in it’s eye sockets. Another pair sprang up, flanking him. Quickly yanking the skull off of the one in his grasp, he slammed it into the snout of the one lunging from the left. Both skulls crumpled, bone fragments and teeth flying through the air. He threw the headless remains at the skeleton on his right, tangling its limbs and causing it to trip to its knees. Snorting derisively, he slammed his sandaled foot into the pile of ribs, snapping the sternum and grinding the backbone to dust. The discarded portions writhed in the grass, eyes burning, bony hands scrabbling bodiless across the earth. A fourth stumbled back and he had all intentions of ripping the coward to shreds, but then he heard the shout.
“HELP! Please! Help me!” His masked head spun to the side. Lucky day. Growling, he reached down and snatched the only whole skull, pinpricks of orange glowing in the sockets. “Enjoy the rest of your night.” A full body throw sent the skull spinning through the air with a wail until it crashed into the upper boughs of a tree, lodged far off the ground. Snapping a kink out of his own backbone, he set off at a swift run once more, rain now thundering down.
Cresting the shallow hill, he threw himself into the carnage. He snagged legs, ripping clusters of Stalchildren off shredded bodies and smashing them into the hardened path. There was no leader, no purpose to the attack, no interest shown in the scattered possessions. Just the terror and the bloodlust. His time in Hyrule had distanced him from the smell of blood, of eviscerated bodies, but now it felt like he had never been away. His anger rose. Why wasn’t any place free of this evil? Even the rain could not cover the stench. If anything, it made it worse. Flexing his fingers, sharp claws ripped through the bandages and knifed through the nearest spine. A Stalchild leapt on his back, claws grating across his mask before he tore both its arms from their sockets. He twirled the arms, breaking them and any other limbs that crossed his path.
The crowd scattered, cackling shrieks and whoops of fright blended with the rolling thunder. He swatted the remaining Stalkids on their backs, looming over them to exert dominance in the only way they seemed to understand. Worse than wolfos. They crawled backwards, bloodied teeth rattling. Bending, he quickly assessed the nearest bodies, ignoring the standing one for the moment. Dead, dead, dead. This one just might make it. Ripping some strips from tunic of nearest body, he tied it tightly around the thigh wound. Not an artery, at least. He’ll bleed out a bit slower. Another woman was holding in her guts, eyes clouded. Shit. “Hey!” He snagged a blanket off a pile and quickly reversed it, pressing it down on her abdomen. “Hey,” he directed his shout again at the standing man, “get over here and help.” Getting rained on, bleeding, these two were going to die of shock first. He just hoped the other man was mobile enough to help. He couldn’t carry both of these without increasing the damage.
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Post by Ryugexu on Oct 17, 2009 21:38:14 GMT -6
The noise was absolutely putrid, absolutely horrifying. Yes, he realized he was being helped, however the sound of enchanted bones snapping and being ripped apart so easily was disturbing. Reville was unable to move during the assault from fear. His hands were shaking, occasionally a stray 'pop' of magic would come out of his fingers.
He heard a few more noises after, but they were softer- the person moving about was examining his comrades. Being called upon, Reville had to know what was happening. "Wh-what is it? Are... are they alive? Any of them? Help do what?" his swiftly speaking voice was hoarse from the previous panic and the currently residing fears.
It was times like these he truly hated his condition.
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Post by Netreemic on Nov 3, 2009 16:47:31 GMT -6
Green eyes burning in loathing, he bit back a growl. Useless. His luck and the useless one was the only one to crawl out unscathed…he noticed the blindfold. You’ve got to be kidding me. Placing the wounded woman’s hand across the blanket, he hefted the wounded (surprisingly light) man and crossed to the blind man. “I need you to carry this man. If you are incapable of that, either he or the woman will die. And if we take even longer, both will. So unless you have a mortal wound I can’t see, you will help or you will responsible for their deaths.” He shoved the body into the other’s arms. Ripping his arm wrap, he pulled the long bandage and tied it to the blind mans wrist, unwrapping slake. Striding quickly, Unti carefully lifted the woman, cradling her in his bony arms. “Now come, Lon Lon Ranch is near.”
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Post by Ryugexu on Nov 9, 2009 0:39:08 GMT -6
Reville staggered a bit at the weight, however he did understand the gravity of the situation thanks to a calm and collected voice coming from his savior.
Reville did his best to hold his wounded servant's body and walk -though he was quite honestly afraid of falling tripping- he figured by the powerful aura of his savior, that it was best to just try to move forward without complaining. He could feel that for certain, he would not want to abandon the surviving person whom's life he knew he held in his hands.
To abandon someone who needs you... that alone would be murder of a sort according to some people. In that case... I'm done being a murderer. I'll just need to learn the way all of those commoners do!
...How I miss the ignorance that comes from being of an important household!
((OOC- Italisized stuff is narration/internal thoughts. I include that as an aside or otherwise to help others understand my character when I am unable to explain it without breaking plot.))
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