Witless Wondering (Open)

[Sol'ahiel Vervalsa]

The Third Brightening, Ioannolia, of the Sixth Cycle in the Month of Kalendryas
Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XI Post Fractum in the Age of Darkening, the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad

Idiocy. Sheer Idiocy. To think, to even imagine, that welcome respite would be his after so long wandering alone and unbefriended was foolish beyond the realm of stupidity. And Sol knew it.

As dawn slowly crept over the eastern horizon Sol found himself as he had so often since first arriving in Ethgan’tor: alone. Dithering songbirds awoke as he passed silently beneath flowered tree and marbled tower alike, trilling their ritualistic greeting to the coming dawn. In response, Dawn, like the inspired artist, thrust her brush upon the waiting canvas of the sky, splashing the cloud-dabbled morning in hues of orange, pink, and purple. Grand domes and lofty towers, sprawling gardens and pristine temples, all cunningly crafted, were bathed gratefully in the luxurious warmth of the sunlight streaming out over the horizon. Of such most brightenings were in Ethgan’tor made, no doubt to the delight of those bound happily within its confines. Yet for all the morning’s splendour and magnificence, still he walked the streets in a shroud of ill content.

A cracking of jaws, courtesy of a spectacular yawn, drowned out even the once-soothing caress of birdsong—now reduced to little more than an irritable chirping. The last vestiges of sleep still clung to his eyes and mind, for the night had not been a restful one. Naturally sapphire-blue eyes, slightly reddened from continuous lack of sleep, were accentuated by the rimming of purple beneath his eyes. Those eyes, along with matted, shoulder-length, curly blond hair were being displayed in the open; an uncustomary action on the Esh’laheir’s behalf. With an almost religious regularity, Sol had resigned himself to keeping his features hidden beneath the hood of his black hood. But for this brightening the hood was cast back and he secretly revealed in the cleansing feel of fresh sunlight upon his pale ivory face. White teeth peeked out from hiding behind his thin lips as he paused, for a moment, to lean back against the rough skin of a tree and take what enjoyment he could from the morning.

In the half-dozen months since arriving in the city hunger, despondency, and solitude had became the Elf’s closed companions. Of the three, the third was by far the most welcome, which was the reason dawn had become his time of secret refuge. Few others had the inclination or desire to be up before, and with, the triplet suns and thus he was left with an hour or two of precious solitude before the hustle and bustle of another day set in. Wandering his favourite tree-lined streets had a two-fold effect on the Elf: it provided him with a time of meditation, something he had lacked during his three month sojourn in the Forest of Light; and it reminded him of home.

Home: that goal which had been his guiding light on the months-long journey from city unto city. It had taken him the better part of a month upon arrival in Ethgan’tor to come to the realization that Home is more so a personal ideal than a physical location. The potency of that epiphany created a deep well of bitter resentment that persisted and grew ever deeper the longer he dwelt upon it and refused to forgive himself. Heaving a sigh of tired defeatism, Sol breathed in deeply a lungful of sudden, chill autumn breeze that swept by in the seasonal leaf-stripping of trees. With one hand firmly tugging the rough black cloth tighter around his unhealthily thin form against the coming elements, Sol’ahiel let his legs give out and back slide down the tree trunk to sit at the roots with his staff clasp in one hand. Without speaking a word, he gazed expressionlessly at the coming day.

[Selegon Merith]

The Third Brightening, Ioannolia, of the Sixth Cycle in the Month of Kalendryas
Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XI Post Fractum in the Age of Darkening, the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad

OCC:
May I say you are a good role-player. I am joining it.

IC:
Selegon was creaping around the city in a untioceable fasion. Going here or there, trying not to make a seen. He whipped out a hankercheif and put it over his nose and mouth and threw his hood up. He reached for a small chain that was about 12 inches or so. He warped it around his knuckles one time on each hand. leaveing about six inches in the middle of each of his hands. He crept slowly up behind Sol'ahiel Vervalsa. He wraped the chain around his neck and said, "Say a word and you will regret it.". Selegon drug him behind a small store. He staired at Sol'ahiel Vervalsa for a second and says, "your not him. You look like a villian I'm hunting." He removes his hankercheif and says, "Sorry for stunning you. Name is Selegon Merith, ranger/bounty hunter, you?"

[Lanx V'reth]

The Third Brightening, Ioannolia, of the Sixth Cycle in the Month of Kalendryas
Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XI Post Fractum in the Age of Darkening, the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad

OOC: Nice

IC:
Lanx making his way down the streets looking for a good place to recruit people to help with remodeling of his house. Instead as he passes an alley or so it seems, he hears voices, deciding to take a closer look, he notices to men talking. Slowly approaching, he can see one has a chain, he decides to give a yell, "Serale, everything alright" the dorin was of good stature but his intentions were to never fight unless he felt threatened.

[Selegon Merith]

Selegon heard the question asked by the Dorin. Selegon waved five fingers at him, telling him to go to Selegon. Selegon looks back at Sol'ahiel Vervalsa who was still short of breath. "You asked if everything is alright?" Said Selegon looking up at Lanx V'reth. "Well to answer that...No everything is not right...I'm a Ranger and a Bounty Hunter...A deadly combo, when used right...I'm hunting a bandit named Keai't Versti...I mistook this man for him..." Selegon puts his hankercheif on his face. "This man is no normal bandit. He carries a necklace that if got in the wrong hands could do some major damage to some things. Thats all I'm saying..."

[Adder]

ooc: please note that unless a PC has given you permission, try to avoid NPCing them. You can post that you are doing something, but unless you are the mod on the thread then you will have to wait for the PC to agree or otherwise that that thing has happened. For example, just because you think that you have sneaked up on someone, doesn't always mean that you succeed.

[Lanx V'reth]

Lanx looks at Selegon closely, "Aye, that explains it. Well maybe I could be of some assistance. I need something to do and if I might be able to gain a small bit of money from this, it would help in the remodeling of my house." Lanx could only hope that Selegon would like his help in return for a small reward for his services.

[Sol'ahiel Vervalsa]

OOC: I appologize for the lateness of this reply, been rather busy.

Sweet, restful euphoria spread through weak legs and intoxicated his weary mind as he sat, too tired to care that he bumped his tailbone on a rather unforgiving root. So sweet was the rush of relaxation to barely taxed limbs that he forgave the tree that misgiving and contented to bask in the timid light that blossomed over the tree-lined horizon. He had been awake less than an hour, and yet already his body sought rejuvenation: a testament to his decrepit condition.

Relaxed as he was, Sol had cast less than an ear to his surroundings—for few were the disturbers of the hour—and thusly was caught in a state of unawares to the creepings-about of his unwanted visitor. At first, that is. While the weary Eli’tha showed few qualms about forgiving a very unforgiving tree root its transgression against his behind, after only a few empty minutes did he begin to regret that rather hasty decision. The biting ache that had taken up residence in the region of his derriere forced the disgruntled Elf to snap open his eyes, shift and shuffle himself a foot or two over along the base of the tree, and discover that this particular tree had no intention of accommodating his relaxation needs. A number of colourful remarks to direct towards the irritable bit of flora arose within Sol’s mind, but he was spared the disgrace of uttering them.

As any assassin-to-be no doubt comes to realize at one time or another in their career is the difficulties associated with sneaking up behind a potential target who, quite thoughtlessly, arranged himself against the base of a tree. Luckily for Selegon, this epiphany was gained without any great deal of embarrassment, for that surely would only have enflamed what was to become an awkward situation.

Seeing the would-be assassin, though not recognizing him for what he was, Sol gathered himself for the ordeal of getting to his feet; one that had become increasingly difficult on less and less food. Once fully upright, leaning heavily upon his staff and breathing labouredly, he glanced briefly to the newcomer.

“Who are you and what do you want? I tell you, I am in no mood for strangers, so speak your business and be gone!”

But the wary Elf was spared an answer, for yet another uninvited wanderer had sprung himself upon their path, and found himself interrupting what was already an unfortunate first introduction.

“I could ask the same of you, as well, stranger. Have you come to disturb me, also?” By this time his rasping voice had all but given out, and he bent over, clutching his staff and hacking his throat raw.

[Selegon Merith]

Selegon looked at him and said, "I have already informed you of who I am, and as for you Dorin, I try not to bring that much attention to myself. I can handle my own do's." He put his hand on his forehead and gave the confused Elf some crowns. "Here take these and may you please understand I mean not to hurt you, but to help. Even though I have my ways, I do have morals." He held out his hand and there were thrity Crowns in his hand.

Selegon looks back at the Dorin. "Whats your name Dorin?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. He began to see the day fade away and the sun set the a soon returning day amounst most. He sits on the ground with his legs relaxed out and looks at the Dorin and then to the Elf, he shakes his head.

[Sol'ahiel Vervalsa]

Doubled over as he was, and trying unsuccessfully to extract a lung by hacking, Sol was duly unaware of Selegon’s arrogant and rather rude declaration. His body shook and convulsed with each cough and his throat was becoming rapidly more raw. The convulsion became so bad that Sol was forced to sink down to one knee in growing agony, clutching desperately to his makeshift staff. A full minute passed before the disheveled Elf managed to subdue his hacks long enough to partake in the ‘festivities.’

“I should think you could show a fair few more manners, stranger. Most especially when you are the one to be sneaking around like some kind of vermin.”

Sol glared maliciously at the would-be assassin, quickly gaining a thorough dislike for the character.

“And I will thank you to keep your bribes and pity-offerings to yourself!”

He cried, striking Selegon’s proffering hand with his staff while still from his kneeling position.

“I have no desire to associate with the morals of the thieving and degenerate.”

Considering Sol’s current situation, it may have been slightly hypocritical to say so, but he did regardless.

Struggling to gain full stature by rising to his feet—aided, of course, by his trusty staff—Sol cast a sorrowful glance in the direction of the blossoming sunrise. His morning, he knew, was quite thoroughly ruined. He had hoped for an hour or two at the least of quiet respite for his aching body, something to take his mind off the persistent problems that had plagued most of his woken life for the past several months.

Dwelling upon such thoughts, if even only for but a moment, depressed the Elf, and he spoke again, this time more tolerantly.

“Truly, I hold little ill will towards you, stranger. Rather, you have perturbed my respite: of the few pleasures I am allowed the most anticipated. Let us continue this feud no longer, but part in peace.”

[Selegon Merith]

Selegon looked a bit angered, with his short temper. "I would not talk so low of your fellow being if I were you. For the least, and I mean the least, I tried to fix what I cause, you did not. You are lucky I am more then that to hurt you for a second time." Selegon stood to make himself more intimidating. "I care not of you troubles and you care not of mine, regardless, I agree and yet for some reason of unknowning I apologize." Selegon still felt some hostility, and he could tell the Elf was reich with fear. "I am not like most bounty hunters whom only kill their targets, me I will kill someone who is not, but you seem respectable, so respect me as I TRIED to do so to you." Selegon stared at him with a face the Elf could read. One glance anyone could see Selegon's rage building.