| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE |
|
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist
Hawk |
A cold breeze blew up from behind him and sent shivers down that brown stripped back. Low growl is stifled in the gold’s throat. Winter was certainly on its way. His lady had accused him of escaping it by delaying his intern in the Throat. It had not been his intent, but in returning to this land so late in the season it was obviously a beneficial result. This was only a warning of the harsh winds and snow to come, and even this he wish to escape, but he was trapped here. His lady’s festival for their patron god was only a day or so away, and his presence had been politely demanded. As always, his lady must be obeyed.
Already a tent of beautiful colors was raised and stalls were coming together. Just today a few unicorns had come from the caves with glowing crystals and mushrooms. They had seemed to struggle under their weight, but the gold only turned back into the warmth of his cave and wolf hides. He may be required to attend this festival of light and time, but he was not about to get his hands dirty. After all his physic was not of too much value in this herd. He was a thief, a phantom, a trained stealth, and so it was his mind that made him valuable, and what good could that be here at this petty festival. No one could match his intellect, so what use was it to try and hold conversations for very long. Besides that, he was not exactly a herd mascot, so there wasn’t much use for cheering on others.
Today though necessity had called him out of his cave hide away tucked up in the mountains. At the permafrost ground there was already snow, but still hidden under it were some tender blades of tundra grass. The sun was high above but could not pierce the cold shield over this northern ground and the gold found himself wishing already he was back tucked under his pelts. There was still much to plan and consider, plus his view from that high cave above the crafter’s held a good view of all around the central valley, and horse watching was his favorite activity. Nipping at a few last blades the gold picked up those twin horns and moved his gold bod to the lake side. Head dipped and he drank deeply. When he picked his head back up to leave, the gold noticed he was no longer alone.
OOC :: This is the Pre-Game Meeting between Roland and Thranduil to 'design' the stealth game for later. I'm sorry Amy that its so crappy, it'll get better. =]
"speech"
@[Roland]
![[Image: 5381546acbe33]](http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/5381546acbe33)
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Glo |
never take advice from someone who just admitted to being devious and just confessed to treason
Many sleepless nights had beleaguered the Thief on his way home, having left Caela Insula behind to travel the coastline in no particular hurry. He had grown far too used to sheltering in caves for the night, and without the comfort of stone above and around him, finding rest beneath the leafless trees had proved much more difficult than anticipated. Night had already fallen when he’d arrived in the Basin, heavy with fatigue, his throat aching from breathing in the frosted air.
The dawn after his arrival found him wandering the edge of the lake, casting an inattentive gaze across its surface as the cold breeze stirred the water. The vibrancy of Tallsun had faded many days ago, and in its place had settled the fiery hues of Orangemoon. Snow had already begun to fall across the mountains, layering the foothills in a sheet of white. Roland couldn’t help but think of last year’s winter, spent beneath the earth in a molding sanctuary that had echoed with the notion of captivity rather than solace. Even with the sun shining unimpeded in the sky above, its warmth was not strong enough to pierce the early morning chill.
Preparations for the festival were well underway it seemed, and the liveliness that followed on the eve of festivities seemed oddly out of place in the Basin. He had known most of its denizens to be as cold and impassive as the stones around them, but he was pleased to see that the majority of them had embraced an opportunity for celebration. Nonetheless he kept his distance, even if he felt guilty for evading any responsibilities that might have been placed upon him. It was much more relaxing to watch from afar, rather than finding himself in the centre of attention.
More importantly however, the Thief was certain that he was in desperate need of more sleep when he spotted another golden figure in the distance, that was surely some odd reflection in the water, and not another creature standing at its edge. But the stallion did not mirror his actions; instead he lowered his head to drink, revealing two horns that stretched behind his ears and settled against the curve of his neck. They were similar in appearance, but not identical. There was a familiar look about the stallion, not only in his appearance- they certainly hadn’t been introduced, but there was no doubting Roland had seen him at the last herd meeting- but in his stance. He held himself the way one does when he anticipates, and perhaps dreads, the cold, braced against the icy winds that track along their spines. Roland could relate.
A soft smile curled his lips as he approached, drawing up alongside the stallion in an attempt to catch his eye. “I don’t think we’ve met before,” he said in lieu of an introduction, as incongruous as it might have been. “I’m Roland.” The Thief bowed his head in greeting, slanting a discretely calculating gaze upon the stallion before him as he spoke. The stag did not particularly hold the look of a soldier, nor did he necessarily carry the forgiving look of a healer. Perhaps they shared more in common than Roland had first realized, though if that was the case, he would keep his guard up. If the Thief knew anything about thieves, it was that they were not to be trusted.
|
 |
image credits
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE |
|
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist
Hawk |
A flash of amber gold is caught in the water’s reflections. Harks lift. Surely it is some trick of the water and he’s reflection is being magically multiplied. Perhaps the Time God was too eager to get into the festivities and was already screwing with the unicorns. Attention once caught, hears the hooves also on the semi-frozen ground. One last swallow of the freezing water, and those twin horns rise to see who invaded his peace so unannounced.
The realization of who it was did not make that fake smile easy to put on. Though that flashy chestnut creature did not know well who Thranduil was, the golden son knew exactly who he was. Having seen he’s promotion to Theif, the gold’s boss, and been told of him through his lady, there was not much more the gold felt he needed to know. What interest could the creature be but yet another rival to block the gold’s schemes? Still until those plans came to fruition, fast friends they shall be. The smile gains warmth and those twin horns also dip while the golden body turns to face the boss man. Well, even if he did not know of the golden son before, none usually forgot him (unless he wanted them too), and that consolation usually patched such comments into compliments.
His boss man was not all together without his good looks as well. The sleek man hate flashing look about him much like the gold, only with a single curved horn rising up from the hilt of his head. And those striking blue eyes. They pierced, and struck, giving the deep sincerity, but seemed to harbor deep in them the very ice shards of this place. The gold had to give his boss credit, there were certainly some physical attributes tied to the job, luckily, the golden felt he possessed them as well. The thought causes his tassled lion tail to flick gently, and smile curls more. “Thranduil, at your service.” The usual greeting rolls forward, with the peace that filled their valley home at the moment.
A small exhale settles through him. Earth eyes watch this blue eyed wonder with extreme care, but he body says otherwise. In fact the gold’s hind cocks and the slight formality of the moment is forgotten. It was a mask though, those earth brown eyes are watching every move and shift, just as the gold was sure he was too was being watched. You didn’t become a thief without having certain…habits. Still the gold could not resist showing his collection of knowledge to be large then this boss man’s. It could have been of course that he too had been away, as the golden son had recently, abroad in other lands, but it mattered not. The gold still felt assured he knew slightly more about his boss, than his boss knew about him, and in their business that is a very dangerous thing, even at this level. “We have not spoke,” the gold began, with a largely friendly, passing of the time tone, “but you are, I believe, my rank lead.” A superior was just not in the golden son’s vocabulary.
OOC ::
"speech"
@[Roland]
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Glo |
09-23-2014, 04:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-25-2014, 12:45 AM by Roland.)
never take advice from someone who just admitted to being devious and just confessed to treason
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Thranduil,” the Thief intoned with a cordial smile. It seemed there was no end to the new faces in the Basin, and even if he tried it was unlikely he would ever become acquainted with them all. As much as he kept to himself, he did enjoy meeting his comrades. There had been little opportunity in the past several years of his life for making friends, and even if he did not find himself with an abundance of them now, he did his best to keep the ones he had. Sunlight glanced off the surface of the lake, catching Roland’s eye, and he turned to look out across the water. Yellowed leaves floated in the shallows, yet another reminder that autumn was in full swing and the snow was just around the corner. The Thief could feel the stallion’s eyes upon him still, as persistent as the heat of the sun, and wondered what he might have done to warrant such scrutiny. Did he hold a reputation of being untrustworthy, even to his fellow soldiers? Roland shifted under the gaze, but did not acknowledge it. He was used to suspicion.
The Thief couldn’t help but wonder how others found their way into the life; how they could be coaxed, manipulated, or forced into the unforgiving province of lies and betrayal. It was an ugly thing to walk into willingly, and difficult to embrace. Roland certainly had not chosen that particular path himself, and yet it had been so subtle a transition, from childhood charades to professional charlatan. He would forever hold his father accountable for the initial appeal he’d found in secrecy, and the romanticized idea of a life on the run. It was not a lifestyle of luxury, nor could he often claim his work was justified. Not all who trifled with the art of fraud fueled their actions with good intentions.
He had yet to discover just which side of the spectrum his colleague fell on. But Thranduil had confirmed his assumption, and it explained the searching gaze the stallion held him under, as if hoping to find a chink in the Thief’s armour, a crack in his composure, as if they were playing some duplicitous game. Roland found it amusing, that one might think he had so many dangerous secrets to hide. They were united under a common banner, after all, and fought for the same cause. He could not imagine fighting each other when there were more pressing conflicts elsewhere.
Roland watched the water as it lapped at his hooves and slid across the shore, as if he might find the right words to his next question echoed in a reflection of sky and barren trees. Turning his face out of the wind, he leveled a curious gaze upon Thranduil. “Do you have much experience in the field?” He inquired, determined not to make any assumptions before he received a definite answer. He would have liked to know how long solely to satisfy his interest; had he been raised into habitual dishonesty, knowing nothing else, or had he embraced it? But there were some things the Thief simply couldn’t demand of an acquaintance when they’d only just met.
|
|
image credits
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE |
|
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist
Hawk |
The judgment was too obvious, the gold should have known better. Even still, the copper man kept his flawless face. Not a shift was seen that Thief’s face. As he continues his long stare out over the water, the gold relinquishes, in a mixed mood. There was of course a hint of disappointment. How could there not? To have found his boss man lower in skill than even himself would have been too good to hope for. Still, to be matched by this man in ability to ignore stares, to consciously appear unconcerned, and take all in stride, well it was a satisfying feeling. Not one the golden was always comfortable with, but still, he could find no immediately aggression in his chest towards this man. Unless of course, in the form of competition.
As last the copper man turns back to look upon the golden. A smile graces his lips and utter pleasantness sweeps his stare. A question of experience is posed, and it took what he could not to laugh haughtily. Instead a curt nod of those twin horns and short, “This has been my trade for quite a while now.”Information is valuable. The gold may have given the copper man a point for holding exceedingly well under his stare, but if was information he sought he would have to try a lot harder. You see the gold being a judge here, a man trying to snare the other in a trap. It is his nature. The beast does not deal with authority very well. So in some twisted way his game with the copper man was reflecting such, a struggle to brace his ego in the situation he put himself. Especially with the previous nod to his skill, the competition had grown more necessary. Which is possibly why the next topic arises.
The golden son at last relinquishes the stare and turns and looks out across the water himself. Though he had heard of phis peer’s stealths (what a detestable term peers is, he concludes), nothing had been heard of any work by this copper man. Not that all secrets would be spilled, but there had to be something. Perhaps this copper man was not so good at the more verbal parts of their ranks as the golden. Time to find out. So he shows his own skills in the art of deception. “I fear I must admit though, the time has not taught me everything.” You see how easily he is able to lie about even his biggest trait, a present himself as a humble sleuth. What a clever golden son, he praises himself. “Perhaps in training, I might try my stealth skills with yours?” The golden was a devil, saying instead to himself, that in such competition the gold would prove the threat he brought to this copper man. Prove his was the better.
OOC :: I just realized how horrible that last post was. XD I'm so sorry. Hopefully this makes up for it.
"speech"
@[Roland]
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Glo |
never take advice from someone who just admitted to being devious and just confessed to treason
There was something about the Phantom that was unnerving, though Roland couldn’t quite place what it was. He did not exude a particularly unpleasant disposition, or display a large amount of emotion for that matter, but some element of his mannerism had the Thief wondering if his intentions were as friendly as they seemed. He had, however, fallen victim to a rather hindering tendency of approaching every new face with suspicion and doubt, and so Thranduil was in no danger of finding himself on the receiving end of prejudice until he had proven to be untrustworthy or otherwise.
In the last few years Roland had become well acquainted with the types of egos that could be found within his trade, harbored by those that used the sharpness of their minds to fight, assuage, and manipulate. He was no stranger to impudence, himself. Surely there was more to the story than what Thranduil offered in response to his question, but he would have to make do with the answer for now. Perhaps in time the Phantom would trust him, and they could share their stories, but the conversation was swept along before he had the chance to offer an eye for an eye.
The Thief withheld a laugh, raising his eyebrows instead as he awaited an explanation. There was nothing wrong with having room to grow in any profession, nor any shame in needing lessons to improve. If he truly wanted Roland’s assistance in bettering himself, then he would be happy to lend a hand; but if the Phantom was as confident in his own abilities as he seemed, then perhaps he was in need of a different form of study material. Roland had been recklessly brazen while fighting the war, but he had quickly come to learn that he was not invincible, and with that realization his overconfidence had waned until he held only the most threadbare of faiths in his own abilities. It helped to keep a clear mind.
Even if the Phantom had some ulterior motive in mind, Roland listened accommodatingly to Thranduil’s request. It was exhausting, to keep a barrier between himself and those that should be his allies, ever searching for the deceiver who held a knife behind his back, and so he looked no further into the integrity of the stallion’s intentions. “I don’t see why not,” he responded finally, though with an air of hesitation. There wasn’t a competitive bone in his body, and if this was to be a contest between the two of them then he would be content to win or lose. Still, he supposed there was no reason to deny Thranduil his challenge, despite the Thief’s lack of enthusiasm for engaging in such an activity. So he gave a nod of acquiescence, accompanied by a subtle shrug of indifference, and fixed a contemplative look upon the Phantom.
“Why not make a game out of it? The festival is coming up, and I’m sure there are many who would be interested in participating,” he suggested, shifting upon his feet. It would be a good opportunity to meet any new Phantoms that had joined their ranks, and a chance to socialize- however reluctantly- with the guests that would attend the celebration. If Thranduil supposed an easy win was within his grasp, he was mistaken. Roland was often underestimated, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
|
|
image credits
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE |
|
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist
Hawk |
What was that? Humor? Spitfire? Disbelief? The copper man, though not hiding his reaction to the golden son’s suggestion does so with some vagueness. The gold though enjoys the tease honestly. To have brought some spark to this conversation. Of course he lets little of it show. That leafen starred face pleasant but not revealing the excitement within. Now if only he’ll agree to it, then the golden will have his test. And he does. It is a reluctant phrase it seems. Certainly there was not as much invested in it for him as there was for the gold, but that was to be expected. It did not seem this copper man was one to show his skill easily. Perhaps it is a lesson in there somewhere, but the gold does not have time for those, so he moves on.
Still the Theif’s lack of enthusiasm was, well, a downer. The gold called it a success since his agreement, but it was no fun if he couldn’t gloat, even if he would be doing so in private later. Then the copper man speaks again before the gold can gather a suggestion of time and place. A game? Oh the gold did so love games. Gold flecks in earth eyes flash, plus sporting a game during his lady’s festival would please her so. Ever noting his place within her view the golden certainly could agree with this notion, besides the gold did so love to show off. “Certainly. It is settled then.” The twin horns dip to the copper man, when they raise his face holds a little more humor than before. “I look forward to it.” Then the golden man moves off from the water’s edge. Walking back up to his caves the wild grin is at last released with full blown vanity and pride.
OOC :: Because unfinished posts bug me even though this is sort of over anyway. XD
"speech"
@[Roland]
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
|
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
