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Rise of a Warrior
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Rise of a Warrior"'s all good, darlin'." They reassured, pulling out the thin brown cloth that had been used to line their basket. "Here, put th' brokn' ones here, We'll clean 'em up real good."
Gwen doesn't get the chance to speak though. The sound of someone entering surprised her. She turned her head slightly to glance at Tani, who seemed set on leaving. "Tani" Sage calls, immediately meeting her gaze. "You should stay for this" she says while gesturing to an empty seat. "Continue" she tells Gwen.
"Based on what I'm hearing, our technology is somewhat primitive compared to yours." Gwen admits. "We focus less on destructive weapons, such as cannons and warmachines. Instead we focus on manpower. The more skilled soliders we have, the better. We know these lands better than anyone, and can use it to our advantage. We have learned to rule these lands, but have yet to cross the waters." She smirks. "Our small kingdom has kept the Cloaks at bay for years, and it wasn't due to luck."
(I'm off for now, see you later)
Risen in the Shadows..
Champion of the Nine,
Retreat from these gallows...
Derek turned his head in some surprise at the introduction of yet another party, his eyebrows raising as his helm tumbled to the ground with a rattle and a dull clank. He grimaced, glancing at the fallen helmet before turning his attention once more to Sage... He didn't take the time and obvious effort to lean down to retrieve the headwear. As Tani sat, he proceeded..
"Thar's more tuh tech-nul-igy then just wor, et c'n bey used fer even the common few. Th'plew, fer one exemple, et's med fer the farmars, net th'ermy."
Derek shifted, the fox upon his lap slipping quickly back to the floor and sitting next to his helmet, nudging it and attempting to right it to a more retrievable position. The guardsman proceeded rather tensely, his eyes affixed upon Tani's hand, which rested none-too-kindly on her sword.. His own weapon was out of his reach, the hatchet twisted off to the side.
"Thew, ther're severel thengs thet dew goh tewards worfer.. Ther's bellistae, ther'e semilar to lerge bews, med to fey-ar messive bolts.. Aye'em ensure ef wheth'r er net yew'ev seen th'm before, they'r comm-an et home."
Translations:
"There's more to technology than just war, it can be used for even the common few. The plow, for one example, it's made for the farmers, not the army."
"Though, there are several things that do go towards warfare.. There's ballistae, they're similar to large bows, made to fire massive bolts. I'm unsure of whether or not you've seen them before, they're common at home."
A sudden jab of guilt hits Gwen. Life inside the barracks? Please? She rarely bothered to show up. Much less, pay attention to the new recruit's progress. Just how behind were they? Just how far behind was she? If it came down to an actual fight, rather than a confrontation. Could she actually hold her own?
She glances up when she hears mention of a ballistae. The name sounded unfamiliar, but the image he described painted a clear picture. Something like that could turn the tides against the Cloaks....
If Sage noticed Gwen's momentary change in attitude, she paid no mind to it. "I understand you are busy with your current task at hand. You seem trustworthy enough, and we do hope you enjoy your stay here." She stands up suddenly and stares at him with an intense look. "That being said, we are in the middle of a war. Would you be able to help us build these ballistaes? You wouldn't need to physically help... we likely won't have the needed resources... yet. A blueprint is all that would be needed" Sage assures.
Deceptive Beast, Come to Take His Claim..
Ruthless Cruelty, Breaking the Strongest Chain..
Given the Choice, There is no Choice, so Bow to The Hellish Pain..
Derek tipped his head at the request, though he seemed more eager to exit the room, uncomfortable with the sudden intensity of his conversational partner. He stood slowly, the chain creaking as the weight was eased from it. He glanced down at Swif, who had tipped the helmet upon to ground into a more stable position.. Derek wrestled his hatchet from his belt, then leaned down slightly and hooked one of the horns upon it, lifting it into his hands. Sheathing his hatchet once more, he nodded to Sage.
"Aye'd like t'a considar th'request, ef Aye c-ud. Fer now, Aye'd best git t'a mey cle-int, hey's not one t'a bey left al'n fer too long, else hey begen's'ta drenk too much, sterts t'a sey ghusts, hey kells'em. Aye'm not aw-er ef th'm, thew, Aye be-leave thy're jest a few tew menay drenks.."
The bastion bowed slightly, then stepped away from the chair he'd sat upon, which slouched slightly now.
"Aye'll bey en contect."
He turned and began walking, Swif trotting quickly after him, neither waiting to be dismissed...
Translations
"I'd like to consider the request, if I could. For now, I'd best get to my client, he's not one to be left alone for too long, else he begins to drink too much, starts to see 'ghosts,' he calls them. I'm not aware of them, though, I believe they're just a few too many drinks.."
"I'll be in contact."
"I shouldn't have been so rash, I scared him off" Sage mutters. "Nevermind that, we can approach him again at a later time." Sage lifts up her head and looks between Tani and Gwen. How long has it been since the three were all in a room together? Years probably. "I'm shocked that you thought to bring him to me. I assumed you forgot about having to respect my authority, considering all the times you purposely avoided me. General or not, I could've ordered your own guards to drag you to me, but I wanted you to save face" Sage tells Gwen bitterly. "I know you are heartbroken and still mourning, but your people need you. This will be the last time I ask nicely. Attend to your duties... And keep an eye on that man, try to stay in his good graces. He has incredibly valuable information. You're dismissed" Sage tells Gwen.
Gwen was smart enough to say nothing. Deep down, she knew that Sage was right. Her words felt like a knife to the heart. Slowly, she stood up and bows respectfully to both Sage and Tani before exiting. Sage sits back down and sighs once Gwen is gone. She rubs her temples, already feeling a headache coming on. "I am aware you came late, but what did you think about him and the information he could possibly give us?" Sage asks Tanni.
Blossom: Well, I guess that would work.
*Tani heard a door close farther down the hallway outside of the room, causing her to look over her shoulder before looking back to Sage.* While something about him seems trustworthy and maybe even harmless to us, you can't tell me that he didn't remind you of a Cloak. Especially with that Ballisti- *Tani began to stumble over her words* Ballistcattlea or whatever it was called. The thought that instantly came to mind was the Cloaks Warmachines and I don't know how I feel about him knowing that he not only looks like a Cloak, but also possesses similar technology to them. *Tani felt her heart pounding as her mind went to memories of the Cloaks and the atrocities they committed. Finally she took a deep breathe in and finished* Am I making any sense?
Sage stands up and moves to the corner of the room where she has a few important looking letters placed on a table. She moves some aside and eyes one for a moment. "It's about time for the tides to change. The next time we face the Cloaks, I intend to finish our fight. I'll do this by any means necessary!"
Ah, how strange it was. A few minutes ago, Gwen seemed to be back to her old self. How quickly things could change. It was all her fault too, that certainly didn't help. She couldn't blame anyone but herself for weakening her own army. Gwen wanted nothing more than to hide from it all. But she knew she couldn't do that, especially with Derek close by. She blinks away the tears that are threatening to spill and takes a calming breath.
"Hey! Let me lead you back to your client!" Gwen shouts while racing towards Derek. "These roads can be a bit tricky, we took enough of your time, I don't want to have you end up getting lost." She smiles kindly before dropping it. Despite Sage's orders, she wasn't in the mood to act cheerful and friendly. She, like Sage, was tired. She decides to walk in silence and only talk if Derek offered it first.