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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jun 18, 2014 15:40:32 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Being lost in a forest was always so much fun. But being lost in a forest at night, that was the most fun anyone could have. And lost is exactly where Miles found himself. He’d missed applying for the tournament in the Rose of Orik by only a few hours, all because he had decided to sleep in instead of getting up on time. So, instead of staying to watch, he took off back out into the woods to train some more. Gods knew he needed the training. He couldn’t even protect himself from a wolf, let alone anything else.
But now it was dark and there wasn’t anything out to protect him from any of the creatures around in the woods. He’d looked around for shelter, first a cave in which a bear chased him out of, then a tree inhabited by lots of very disgruntled squirrels. So now, he sat on the forest floor staring at a tiny fire he’d somehow brought to life. He was just happy it wasn’t so cold anymore. The spring was turning into summer and the nights were cool, but in the winter? It was freezing.
Not only that, Miles also was starving. He’d eaten before he left the Rose but that had been two days ago. His stomach grumbled as he looked up at leaves of the trees around him. Could those be eaten? Would he die if he cooked some of them? What about the bark? Would that be enough to help him? He flopped onto his back and stared up at the night sky. He didn’t even remember which way it was that he had come from. Did moss grow on the North side of the tree? Or the South? Or was it something else? He groaned feeling his stomach clench again searching for any kind of food. “Sorry buddy, nothing again tonight. Maybe tomorrow.” He just felt glad he’d been able to find water to drink or else he’d be in real trouble.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2014 19:51:58 GMT -6
midnight chat midnight chat | I would never have guessed one from a place such as Domhan tir would get lost in a forest such as this, and so close to home too... | tags: Miles pendergast | notes: none |
Making one's way to a place such as the Solstice Tournament is one thing, but making your way there only in darkness, is a totally separate thing. As Dakota traveled, looking from the ground to the trees, and back again, he heard something quite strange. He heard a noise coming somewhere close, and it was what sounded to be Armour jangling. Quietly he made his way up a low hanging branch, laying across it on his stomach, he slowed his breathing to where it was barely audible. Watching stealthily, he saw a light haired man come into his view. Upon hearing the mans statement he chuckled to himself. He slowly reached down and dropped a loaf of bread on to the forest floor, along with a small purse of coin. He slyly watched the man's next movements with great interest. Careful not to make any more noise, and with one hand on his dagger at all times, Dakota sat... Calmly and quietly like a panther ready to strike. The move was in the strangers hands now, all he could do is wait and watch. [/quote]
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jun 18, 2014 20:27:06 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Miles turned his head when he heard a small thud and jingle from above his head. Just a few feet away sat a loaf of bread and a small coin purse. He stared at them blinking a few times then looked up at the sky. “I didn’t think it ever rained bread and coin.” He slowly pushed himself up hearing his stomach groan once again. His mouth instantly watered for the bread and he moved over to it slowly. Looking around at the trees, he reached out to grab the bread. He looked down at the coin purse. “Well, if I come across someone in need of money, at least I can give them some to help.” He took the two items back to the fire. He placed the purse in his small satchel before looking at the bread in his hands. He turned his face up to the sky and closed his eyes.
“Thank you Orik for the food you have blessed me with, however it came to come to me. I live to serve you and I hope my service pleases you, with what quality it is.” He mumbled the last part lightly knowing that he hadn’t done much since leaving home. He looked back down to the bread in his hands. He looked around one more time to see if he could figure out where it came from. He couldn’t see the shadowy figure hidden in the trees.
He quickly turned his head to bite down on the bread. In the back of his mind he heard a voice telling him to ration out the food so it lasted longer but he ignored it and devoured the entire loaf almost completely whole. He lied back once he was finished and rubbing his stomach. “There, happy now? You got what you wanted.” He closed his eyes again for a second before looking once again at the trees. “Uhm, I’m pretty sure a bird wouldn’t have dropped food and money without coming back to find it so I’m guessing there’s someone here. You can come out. I’m not going to do anything, especially since you just fed me.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2014 20:59:24 GMT -6
midnight chat midnight chat | So now the games begin... | tags: Miles pendergast | notes: none |
Dakota quietly slide to the ground, keeping to the shadows and squinting his eyes against the bright glare of the fire the new comer has made. "So you are faithful too? Im glad we have something in common" he tried to watch this man as best as he could. "Mind if I get your name?... I'm not a big fan of strangers" He kept his back against the tree and pulled his hood down to keep some of the glare out of his eyes, while also putting his dagger beneath his cloak for security purposes. He wondered what his goddess would think if he helped this poor soul find his path. Then again, its the strongest survive...
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jun 19, 2014 11:33:22 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Miles smiled a bit. He was happy to see the person who had given him food. He bowed his head a bit. “Yes I am faithful to my lord Orik. He is the one who blessed my family with a gift. Because of that, we’ve been servants of his for generations.” He looked at the man who stood near a tree. He wore a dark cloak and hood. Miles couldn’t see his face but his cloth looked like it didn’t come from Domhan Tir. So he was an outsider. Not that it mattered as long as he followed the rules of the land.
“I’m Miles, Guardian Shield in training.” He bowed a bit. “And my mother always says that strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet. What’s your name?” He smiled again. He sat back down at the fire. “Thanks for the food. I haven’t eaten in three days. And I’m also a bit lost. I left from the Rose of Orik but I’m trying to head to Blaikfurd but I got all turned around. I’m not very good with directions.” He looked back at the man who hadn’t moved yet. His face was still hidden in darkness. “You don’t seem to be from Domhan Tir. Where are you from?”
He’d heard the rumors about the walls of the forgotten nation coming down but he didn’t expect anyone to venture too far outside of those walls just yet. He didn’t know what a hundred years of missing history really meant or how that would affect the people both inside and out of the nation.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 13:18:55 GMT -6
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Dakota watched the young man bow, nodding slightly in return. The fire's dance obscured his vision a little, but he done his best to maintain full eye contact with him. This stranger was a follower of Orik? Makes a little sense. He didn't seem to be any threat so after a few moments of considering the risks and escape plans running through his head, Dakota replied to the man. "Im Dakota Jeager. Follower of Tamesis, the goddess of the night and of my homeland, Zhadrah."
He did not move from his watch post, but did relax his weapon a little, sliding it down into its sheathe in the small of his back. This newcomer would never survive the woods at night, especially if he were to chase somebody as swift and cunning as himself. Knowing he still followed his quest to keep balance between the classes, he dropped a small bag, kicking it over to the man. Inside was enough to fill the man's aching stomach and a roughly drawn map which was given to Dakota not to long ago by some traveling merchants. Deciding this poor soul needed more than him, he nodded. "You would do poor in Zhadrah. Take these, they are of no use to me as of now."
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jun 19, 2014 14:49:25 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Miles smiled hearing the man’s name and country of origin. “So, you are from Zhadrah. I haven’t heard much of it yet. It’s been a hundred years since anyone’s come and gone from there. What’s it like?” He sat back down by the fire. “You don’t have to stay there by the tree, you can come closer. I’m not going to fight you. Besides, you could probably pick up a stick and still beat me.” He looked down a bit. “Not much good with a sword.” He shrugged and smiled again looking back up at the man.
He looked down at the bag as it was tossed to him. He saw the food and the map and shook his head. “I can’t accept this. It’s a Guardian’s job to help others not to be helped. I really only need some sort of direction toward Blaikfurd.” He looked back up when the man spoke again. “Well, I kind of do poorly everywhere. My family has a long history of Guardians and service to Orik but I’m… the black sheep I suppose you can call it. I can’t really do much of anything. I mean, I can hold onto my shield and protect myself but as for my sword… well… my grandmother could beat me in a fight. Granted she also did train my father to be a Guardian so she could probably beat anyone in my village in a fight.” He was rambling a bit but as he kept talking his voice became softer. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about my family or my problems. Are you planning on returning to your home or will you be staying here?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 21:19:48 GMT -6
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Dakota shook his head at his offer. "I don't like being around light. It comes with the territory. The food is yours. I don't need help so now you should focus on yourself. As for the map, I done memorized my path."
He had to admit, this man was honorable. If his story was true about his swordsmanship then Dakota couldn't help but feel sorry for him. About Zhadrah.. What could he tell this new comer to his land? "As for my home.. It's fairly high tech I guess you could say. Not as much as other nations, but still enough to keep the people happy. Even if those people are either gang members or other people of the night. If you ever go, it's a dog eat dog nation. Be prepared. If it wasn't for my goddess, I would not be as fair off as I am now." He silently smiled a little, remembering how he always heard about his mother being a big worshiper of Tamesis. He had decided to follow in her footsteps and help his lady however she may need it.
Taking out a loaf of bread for himself, he sat quietly down against the trunk of the tree. He pulled his mask down and ate silently, listening for the boys reply. Finding company at this time of night was hard enough. Let alone company that doesn't want to steal, lie, or murder you.
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jun 21, 2014 19:44:30 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Miles listened to the man. He sat back down by the fire. He didn’t really understand the comment about the light but he wasn’t about to push it. He looked down at the food and map again when Dakota said he didn’t need it. “Well, thank you then. Seems I owe you a debt then. I’m not about to accept this just as charity. If you ever are here and need something, find me and I’ll do what I can.” He smiled at Dakota again. He wasn’t sure how the man would react to that but Miles wasn’t one to accept a gift when he didn’t do anything to deserve it.
“Oh, technology. I think I’ll stay here actually. Technology isn’t anything I want to deal with. It goes against Orik and everything that Domhan Tir stands for.” He didn’t like technology. The nation had done well without it. Domhan Tir didn’t need anything fancy or blasphemous to get by. “I’d much rather live off the land. Off of my own skills instead of being reliant upon anything else.” The rest of the description of the nation didn’t interest him either. “Gangs are evil things. As a Guardian Shield, it’s my duty to protect the people from danger. Gangs are one danger that I’m supposed to deal with.” He looked back at Dakota when he mentioned his goddess.
“Orik does things for us here as well. He protects us and guides us down the correct paths. I haven’t heard much about your goddess though. What has she done for you?” He was genuinely curious. The gods were all but unknown to him other than Orik.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2014 16:31:47 GMT -6
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"You owe me nothing, it's my mission to do this for everybody in need. I help around my own nation with the poor as well."
He pulled the cloak down over his eyes, making his head throb less, but completely blocking his view of the scene before him. Dakota laid back and closed his eyes, listening to Miles. "The tech is mostly for the gangs, they run everything as it seems. The poor side of the town never really gets involved with anything. They either go into... Less honored trades, or eventually die off. It's sad but its a dog eat dog world in Zhadrah."
Dakota shook his head and yawned silently. Hearing the man talk about his god he knew he felt honored to serve under him. If he could, Dakota would also be supporting his goddess Tamesis unconditionally. One thing was for sure though, this young kid needed to get out and explore the world more.
"Well Tamesis is our mistress of the night. She revolves around watching the fight or flight of all her followers. To receive something means you got to give something to her. Somehow though I find a reason with it all. I'd follow my goddess to the ends and back if it required me too. My mother was a big follower of religion as well. That's where I get my devotion from."
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