Post by Percival Vizharen on Feb 12, 2010 3:31:19 GMT -6
PercivalVizharen
They had traveled to the ghost town, and taken residence in the abandoned church. Percival took his time building a fire in the center of the room. The smoke curled about a cross that was hung upside down from the rafters, something he assumed the Banshee had done to ward off religious pilgrims. He sat upon a thick log that had been sawed for firewood, but not split. He looked her way, before tugging the glove from his off hand to inspect his wrist. It was not broken, but it'd been hyper-extended for sure. There was a line of bruising shy of the main joint. He grimaced when he poked it with his finger. "I don't think I've ever encountered anyone like you before. You killed fifty men with but a few blinks. I am from a colored background, and no one I have ever met was capable of something like that."
The Bean Shidh
Their walk to the village had been in silence and had taken them through the area quickly. The small gathering of buildings had once been quaint but now ... Well, now it was as dead as the people who had lost their lives beneath his current location. The Scottish Banshee had moved to take a seat on the splitting log she had worked into place on her own. So much done to disrespect this place of filth, of Christian worship. She hadn't watched as he built the fire that, honestly, would be welcomed in that moment. Rather, she had set to working her own glove off in order to inspect the assaulted wrist. His words gained little reaction on her features other than to draw her eyes back toward him. "It is only a matter of using the land to your advantage." Simply spoken without commenting on the compliment that his words could have been mistaken as. She gave a shrug of her shoulders before looking back to the bruised and swollen joint. "You're the only man I've ever allowed to live." Of course, there had been others who had escaped, but that had been the gods' choosing, not her own.
PercivalVizharen
"Ironic." He said, more to himself. He watched the flames silently then, raising both hands to bask in the heat that was put off. "I was so convinced the stories were true, that perhaps the Banshee was a Ghost, or a band of theives. I was relieved to find it was one person. Saves me the trouble of having to kill countless theives." He grumbled, taking a cloth to wrap his wrist for support. "Which you've probably already guessed; those mercenaries.. were a trap to bring you from hiding. I am thrilled it worked."
The Bean Shidh
"The only ghosts are those we haunt ourselves with. The dead have no reason to linger and torment the likes of us." A smirk was offered but she fell silent as he went on to give himself a pat to the back in order to praise himself and his plan that had drawn her out. Azures returned to his location before she spoke again. "Do not be so quick to assure yourself of your success as a better tactician. It would have happened eventually." The smirk grew some, and the woman gave a nod of her head. "I am pleased the gods let the events unfold as they did. It has been a while since I found myself faced with someone worthy of my blade."
PercivalVizharen
"The Gods had nothing to do with this meeting. If they had, my plan would have worked more in my favor. Let me cut to the chase; I need you to join me. Your skills and your will to live make you a worthy opponent to any who face you. The fact that you have survived out here for years by yourself, and have won every ambush on countless caravans speaks of your prowess. It is the reason why I have come to see you out. It is why I spared your life." He turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes appearing black with the orange light that was cast upon his face. He rubbed his hands together, warming up.
The Bean Shidh
The Ghost made no move to remove herself from the chopping block, nor did she let her eyes waver in watching him as he spoke. After a moment of listening, a somewhat confused look was given. He had heard of her? And come looking? Willingly? A blink was given before -- and quite curiously, mind you -- those eyes just drifted upward as if following the flight path of some insect that had flown by. In that moment, it was as if he wasn't even there much less that she was actually listening to him. In fact, she was; every single word was taken in a processed. Another pause in conversation would find her returning an almost lazy gaze back toward him for her unused voice to be given again. "And what is it that you think I can help you with?"
PercivalVizharen
"I'm a Talon; or I was. Sworn to service for the good of humanity, for the good of my land. My charge is to ward off all threats foreign and domestic before they are made public. I'm a soldier in a war that remains unseen to the ignorant, and my importance stretches beyond common laws. I am to do what is necessary to ensure the safety of my land.-- A man escaped his assassination a few weeks ago, a man that was within my grasp. Unforeseen events bid me fail in my endeavor to kill him. Now, he has returned to Libya, guarded by an impossible spider web of spies and soldiers, like me, who seek to keep their leader alive. Tens of thousands of men stand between me and my target. That makes this a suicide mission, unless I can find help. I have a list of candidates, all of them have been located. Your moniker was one of them. I intend to find the brightest, toughest, most dangerous people I can find to help me kill this evil man before he amasses his armies and threaten my land. " He took a moment to let it sink in. Her actions weren't noted, as he'd been staring in the fire. After a few moments, he looked up toward her. "What say you?"
The Bean Shidh
"And what will be done in order to give me reason to trust you beforehand? I seek my own sort of salvation, but I do not walk a blind path in order to earn it." This woman, feral in some of her qualities, was remarkably well-spoken, though her accent was thick with the tongue of this area. Those eyes, he would note, were back on his features. Many found locking the gaze unsettling in the past, and that had been used in order to gain a foothold over them for so long that it became second nature.
PercivalVizharen
Her gaze did little to unnerve him. He was well spoken, poised, and his tone carried confidence. His chin seemed to always be lifted high, a brave gesture given the company he fights. It told he was brave and unafraid, but it did not hide his scars.-- "What is this salvation you speak of? Perhaps I may help you, once my list is complete."
The Bean Shidh
The Banshee knew. She could tell there was more to him, a depth of pain that many were not burdened with. It was easy for her to read in his eyes. Her story had never been uttered from her own lips, and giving it to him right now would be most difficult, but it she could gain the help of another... Perhaps more than just one person. The woman took a moment for silent contemplation before she spoke again. "My husband. He was taken from me some years ago. I seek to locate him in order to bring him home." If he was still alive. He could have been burned at the stake in Edinburgh for all she knew. It was nigh-unto-impossible to find out anything regarding the matter, which was frustrating.
PercivalVizharen
"What is his name? When we are back in Turas Lan, I can extend a search through my network. See if he is listed under the registry. If he is, once we have our companions, we can set out to find him."
The Bean Shidh
There was no look of hope that might have come into the eyes of a normal woman who was seeking a lost love. There was no real reaction from her by way of emotion at all. "Angus, son of Maon Campbell." The words were a little hard to chew up and spit out in the form of steady words, but she had managed it. "My words extend no further than yours ears." A request and a warning, all rolled up into one sentence.
PercivalVizharen
"I will look through the registry myself. You can come with me, if you don't trust me." He had a tone of honesty, though his voice was low. He looked back to the fire, holding his hands out toward it. "Does this mean I can count on you to follow me?"
The Bean Shidh
Following him to check the registry probably meant she would have to go into a town in order to do so. It had been years since she had gone anywhere other than a market for goods. The idea of it made her stomach tight. "Those were not the words that I was referring to." Finally, The Banshee shifted, leaning forward to rest her forearms over her knees. In the light from the fire he could now see the swollen wrist, if he cared to look. "My husband was taken by the church -- initially this very church -- after confessing to performing acts of witchcraft." She would not confirm or deny the accusations before the deed had happened, but it was clear from her desecration of this location that she most likely was an avid practicitioner of the dark arts since it happened.
PercivalVizharen
"I see. You're curious if he's been excommunicated or, burned at stake?" He wasn't one to beat around the bush about something. He turned to look her way, and his perceptive gaze noted her wrist. He could do something about it later, if she allowed him.
The Bean Shidh
"I am curious to know what has happened to him, whether it was death or excommunication. Either way, I wish to bring him home." His words didn't stir a reaction from her other than a simple answer to his question. Macabre thoughts of what might have happened had played out in the theatre of her mind over the years, some much more gruesome than most would admit. "I have made most of them pay, but not all. Once he is home, the rest will fall. Perhaps that salvation might .... free me."
PercivalVizharen
"Very well. What you have disclosed with me will stay between us. We will seek him out once we have our companions. Deal?" He did not inquire on her salvation. He assumed she meant revenge, and with it the deaths of countless clergy men. Percival was not looking to draw the attention of the Church, but he could tell the woman what she wanted to hear until they got to the situation. Perhaps she could be persuaded to stop her mad quest, to let the past go? Percival considered the options in silence, awaiting her answer.
The Bean Shidh
That was not going to happen. The woman had spent years slaughtering countless others in her mad quest to wash the events from her mind and soul in order to save herself. After a moment of merely watching him, those unkempt red tresses swayed with a nod. "We have an accord. If you help me in seeking him out, my blade will be yours." There was a moment of pause given before the woman finally shifted to draw herself from the chopping block in order to crouch on the floor. A brief kneeling-walk was given to bring her nearer the fire and, in turn, closer to him. Her right hand was offered to seal the deal made between them.
PercivalVizharen
He accepted her hand, squeezing and turning to look her in the eye. "Very well. First order of business.. let me see your wrist. I am a physician.. I may be able to help you.."
The Bean Shidh
The squeeze was returned and his gaze held as he spoke. She wouldn't release the grip for just a few seconds. "No. First order of business is you telling me your name, and then you may look at my wrist."
PercivalVizharen
"Forgive me. Vizharen; Percival Vizharen."
The Bean Shidh
With his words, her grip released and she immediately raised her left hand upward toward him in order to carry out her end of that bargain. She would let him look at the wrist as she said. It was not broken, but she had sprained it nicely with the stunt she pulled with the tree. There were also a few burns from black powder on her skin where the glove had ended its coverage, but those were not bad at all. "I was once called Blythe." The name felt so foreign on her tongue. For the very first time in a very long time, the woman let just the barest hint of a smile flutter against her lips. "I will call you Talon." Reaching up without a word or permission to do so, her fingers pressed against the thin red line she'd marked him with, little softness to the idle check that she gave to the area. "I think my blade is in need of a stone. That should have been worse."
PercivalVizharen
He was wrapping her wrist. It would be painful, but it provided support for her, and she had decent movement with it. He glanced up when she touched his face. His lips twitched up slightly, smirking. " I let you hit me."
The Bean Shidh
His wrapping her wrist brought an unrestrained wince to her brow along with a faint grunt of disapproval at the pain he put her through as he wrapped that wrist. Blythe would let him do his work, though, and wouldn't pull away from it. "Mm." Was all she gave to his words for several seconds. Lowering her right hand back down, her eyes returned to his own and she smirked in return. "You are a horrible liar."
PercivalVizharen
"Alright. Rest. We set out in the morning. We go to find a legendary marksman.. They call him.. Spectre. Said to have shot the Captain's of pirate ships off from many fields away while on a boat, during a sea storm. Not just once either."
The Bean Shidh
A smirk found her lips as she listened to him, her wrapped hand moving to rest against her legs. "I will believe that when I see it, honestly." Though, she might have said the same about a single woman who could kill fifty mercenaries in just the matter of a few seconds had she not been the one who had done just that. There was an idle movement toward an archway toward the back of the room. "There's a place to rest in there. A hearth, more comfortable seating. Clergy quarters." A shrug of her shoulder was given before the woman moved to suddenly stand, her cloak shifting a small bit. "This is my home. May it be yours while you're here." She was looking down toward him now, her face having gone back to its slack, near-impassive appearence.
PercivalVizharen
"I don't sleep." He admitted. "I will keep the fire going, and watch. Rest, you earned it, Banshee."
The Bean Shidh
"In the morning, then." She'd turn without any more words or actions and head toward the clergy quarters, her boots carrying her very quietly over a floor that was littered with bark and various other natural elements. She would reach up to remove the cloak as she walked. The woman would vanish through the door and nothing more would be heard from her for the time.
PercivalVizharen
Percival returned to looking at the fire, idly throwing small twigs in as he thought to himself.
They had traveled to the ghost town, and taken residence in the abandoned church. Percival took his time building a fire in the center of the room. The smoke curled about a cross that was hung upside down from the rafters, something he assumed the Banshee had done to ward off religious pilgrims. He sat upon a thick log that had been sawed for firewood, but not split. He looked her way, before tugging the glove from his off hand to inspect his wrist. It was not broken, but it'd been hyper-extended for sure. There was a line of bruising shy of the main joint. He grimaced when he poked it with his finger. "I don't think I've ever encountered anyone like you before. You killed fifty men with but a few blinks. I am from a colored background, and no one I have ever met was capable of something like that."
The Bean Shidh
Their walk to the village had been in silence and had taken them through the area quickly. The small gathering of buildings had once been quaint but now ... Well, now it was as dead as the people who had lost their lives beneath his current location. The Scottish Banshee had moved to take a seat on the splitting log she had worked into place on her own. So much done to disrespect this place of filth, of Christian worship. She hadn't watched as he built the fire that, honestly, would be welcomed in that moment. Rather, she had set to working her own glove off in order to inspect the assaulted wrist. His words gained little reaction on her features other than to draw her eyes back toward him. "It is only a matter of using the land to your advantage." Simply spoken without commenting on the compliment that his words could have been mistaken as. She gave a shrug of her shoulders before looking back to the bruised and swollen joint. "You're the only man I've ever allowed to live." Of course, there had been others who had escaped, but that had been the gods' choosing, not her own.
PercivalVizharen
"Ironic." He said, more to himself. He watched the flames silently then, raising both hands to bask in the heat that was put off. "I was so convinced the stories were true, that perhaps the Banshee was a Ghost, or a band of theives. I was relieved to find it was one person. Saves me the trouble of having to kill countless theives." He grumbled, taking a cloth to wrap his wrist for support. "Which you've probably already guessed; those mercenaries.. were a trap to bring you from hiding. I am thrilled it worked."
The Bean Shidh
"The only ghosts are those we haunt ourselves with. The dead have no reason to linger and torment the likes of us." A smirk was offered but she fell silent as he went on to give himself a pat to the back in order to praise himself and his plan that had drawn her out. Azures returned to his location before she spoke again. "Do not be so quick to assure yourself of your success as a better tactician. It would have happened eventually." The smirk grew some, and the woman gave a nod of her head. "I am pleased the gods let the events unfold as they did. It has been a while since I found myself faced with someone worthy of my blade."
PercivalVizharen
"The Gods had nothing to do with this meeting. If they had, my plan would have worked more in my favor. Let me cut to the chase; I need you to join me. Your skills and your will to live make you a worthy opponent to any who face you. The fact that you have survived out here for years by yourself, and have won every ambush on countless caravans speaks of your prowess. It is the reason why I have come to see you out. It is why I spared your life." He turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes appearing black with the orange light that was cast upon his face. He rubbed his hands together, warming up.
The Bean Shidh
The Ghost made no move to remove herself from the chopping block, nor did she let her eyes waver in watching him as he spoke. After a moment of listening, a somewhat confused look was given. He had heard of her? And come looking? Willingly? A blink was given before -- and quite curiously, mind you -- those eyes just drifted upward as if following the flight path of some insect that had flown by. In that moment, it was as if he wasn't even there much less that she was actually listening to him. In fact, she was; every single word was taken in a processed. Another pause in conversation would find her returning an almost lazy gaze back toward him for her unused voice to be given again. "And what is it that you think I can help you with?"
PercivalVizharen
"I'm a Talon; or I was. Sworn to service for the good of humanity, for the good of my land. My charge is to ward off all threats foreign and domestic before they are made public. I'm a soldier in a war that remains unseen to the ignorant, and my importance stretches beyond common laws. I am to do what is necessary to ensure the safety of my land.-- A man escaped his assassination a few weeks ago, a man that was within my grasp. Unforeseen events bid me fail in my endeavor to kill him. Now, he has returned to Libya, guarded by an impossible spider web of spies and soldiers, like me, who seek to keep their leader alive. Tens of thousands of men stand between me and my target. That makes this a suicide mission, unless I can find help. I have a list of candidates, all of them have been located. Your moniker was one of them. I intend to find the brightest, toughest, most dangerous people I can find to help me kill this evil man before he amasses his armies and threaten my land. " He took a moment to let it sink in. Her actions weren't noted, as he'd been staring in the fire. After a few moments, he looked up toward her. "What say you?"
The Bean Shidh
"And what will be done in order to give me reason to trust you beforehand? I seek my own sort of salvation, but I do not walk a blind path in order to earn it." This woman, feral in some of her qualities, was remarkably well-spoken, though her accent was thick with the tongue of this area. Those eyes, he would note, were back on his features. Many found locking the gaze unsettling in the past, and that had been used in order to gain a foothold over them for so long that it became second nature.
PercivalVizharen
Her gaze did little to unnerve him. He was well spoken, poised, and his tone carried confidence. His chin seemed to always be lifted high, a brave gesture given the company he fights. It told he was brave and unafraid, but it did not hide his scars.-- "What is this salvation you speak of? Perhaps I may help you, once my list is complete."
The Bean Shidh
The Banshee knew. She could tell there was more to him, a depth of pain that many were not burdened with. It was easy for her to read in his eyes. Her story had never been uttered from her own lips, and giving it to him right now would be most difficult, but it she could gain the help of another... Perhaps more than just one person. The woman took a moment for silent contemplation before she spoke again. "My husband. He was taken from me some years ago. I seek to locate him in order to bring him home." If he was still alive. He could have been burned at the stake in Edinburgh for all she knew. It was nigh-unto-impossible to find out anything regarding the matter, which was frustrating.
PercivalVizharen
"What is his name? When we are back in Turas Lan, I can extend a search through my network. See if he is listed under the registry. If he is, once we have our companions, we can set out to find him."
The Bean Shidh
There was no look of hope that might have come into the eyes of a normal woman who was seeking a lost love. There was no real reaction from her by way of emotion at all. "Angus, son of Maon Campbell." The words were a little hard to chew up and spit out in the form of steady words, but she had managed it. "My words extend no further than yours ears." A request and a warning, all rolled up into one sentence.
PercivalVizharen
"I will look through the registry myself. You can come with me, if you don't trust me." He had a tone of honesty, though his voice was low. He looked back to the fire, holding his hands out toward it. "Does this mean I can count on you to follow me?"
The Bean Shidh
Following him to check the registry probably meant she would have to go into a town in order to do so. It had been years since she had gone anywhere other than a market for goods. The idea of it made her stomach tight. "Those were not the words that I was referring to." Finally, The Banshee shifted, leaning forward to rest her forearms over her knees. In the light from the fire he could now see the swollen wrist, if he cared to look. "My husband was taken by the church -- initially this very church -- after confessing to performing acts of witchcraft." She would not confirm or deny the accusations before the deed had happened, but it was clear from her desecration of this location that she most likely was an avid practicitioner of the dark arts since it happened.
PercivalVizharen
"I see. You're curious if he's been excommunicated or, burned at stake?" He wasn't one to beat around the bush about something. He turned to look her way, and his perceptive gaze noted her wrist. He could do something about it later, if she allowed him.
The Bean Shidh
"I am curious to know what has happened to him, whether it was death or excommunication. Either way, I wish to bring him home." His words didn't stir a reaction from her other than a simple answer to his question. Macabre thoughts of what might have happened had played out in the theatre of her mind over the years, some much more gruesome than most would admit. "I have made most of them pay, but not all. Once he is home, the rest will fall. Perhaps that salvation might .... free me."
PercivalVizharen
"Very well. What you have disclosed with me will stay between us. We will seek him out once we have our companions. Deal?" He did not inquire on her salvation. He assumed she meant revenge, and with it the deaths of countless clergy men. Percival was not looking to draw the attention of the Church, but he could tell the woman what she wanted to hear until they got to the situation. Perhaps she could be persuaded to stop her mad quest, to let the past go? Percival considered the options in silence, awaiting her answer.
The Bean Shidh
That was not going to happen. The woman had spent years slaughtering countless others in her mad quest to wash the events from her mind and soul in order to save herself. After a moment of merely watching him, those unkempt red tresses swayed with a nod. "We have an accord. If you help me in seeking him out, my blade will be yours." There was a moment of pause given before the woman finally shifted to draw herself from the chopping block in order to crouch on the floor. A brief kneeling-walk was given to bring her nearer the fire and, in turn, closer to him. Her right hand was offered to seal the deal made between them.
PercivalVizharen
He accepted her hand, squeezing and turning to look her in the eye. "Very well. First order of business.. let me see your wrist. I am a physician.. I may be able to help you.."
The Bean Shidh
The squeeze was returned and his gaze held as he spoke. She wouldn't release the grip for just a few seconds. "No. First order of business is you telling me your name, and then you may look at my wrist."
PercivalVizharen
"Forgive me. Vizharen; Percival Vizharen."
The Bean Shidh
With his words, her grip released and she immediately raised her left hand upward toward him in order to carry out her end of that bargain. She would let him look at the wrist as she said. It was not broken, but she had sprained it nicely with the stunt she pulled with the tree. There were also a few burns from black powder on her skin where the glove had ended its coverage, but those were not bad at all. "I was once called Blythe." The name felt so foreign on her tongue. For the very first time in a very long time, the woman let just the barest hint of a smile flutter against her lips. "I will call you Talon." Reaching up without a word or permission to do so, her fingers pressed against the thin red line she'd marked him with, little softness to the idle check that she gave to the area. "I think my blade is in need of a stone. That should have been worse."
PercivalVizharen
He was wrapping her wrist. It would be painful, but it provided support for her, and she had decent movement with it. He glanced up when she touched his face. His lips twitched up slightly, smirking. " I let you hit me."
The Bean Shidh
His wrapping her wrist brought an unrestrained wince to her brow along with a faint grunt of disapproval at the pain he put her through as he wrapped that wrist. Blythe would let him do his work, though, and wouldn't pull away from it. "Mm." Was all she gave to his words for several seconds. Lowering her right hand back down, her eyes returned to his own and she smirked in return. "You are a horrible liar."
PercivalVizharen
"Alright. Rest. We set out in the morning. We go to find a legendary marksman.. They call him.. Spectre. Said to have shot the Captain's of pirate ships off from many fields away while on a boat, during a sea storm. Not just once either."
The Bean Shidh
A smirk found her lips as she listened to him, her wrapped hand moving to rest against her legs. "I will believe that when I see it, honestly." Though, she might have said the same about a single woman who could kill fifty mercenaries in just the matter of a few seconds had she not been the one who had done just that. There was an idle movement toward an archway toward the back of the room. "There's a place to rest in there. A hearth, more comfortable seating. Clergy quarters." A shrug of her shoulder was given before the woman moved to suddenly stand, her cloak shifting a small bit. "This is my home. May it be yours while you're here." She was looking down toward him now, her face having gone back to its slack, near-impassive appearence.
PercivalVizharen
"I don't sleep." He admitted. "I will keep the fire going, and watch. Rest, you earned it, Banshee."
The Bean Shidh
"In the morning, then." She'd turn without any more words or actions and head toward the clergy quarters, her boots carrying her very quietly over a floor that was littered with bark and various other natural elements. She would reach up to remove the cloak as she walked. The woman would vanish through the door and nothing more would be heard from her for the time.
PercivalVizharen
Percival returned to looking at the fire, idly throwing small twigs in as he thought to himself.