Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 7, 2013 3:05:42 GMT -6
Just South of Wildgard in the Low-hanging trees of Pan'Do, the Amazons Gathered. Bracing themselves in the cold winds with the autumn leaves dancing around their ankles, and white clouds of air forming and fading among their many masked faces. The Women (And Satyr) converged into a center circle. Nodding in the Voiceless greeting they often passed around the Tribe. Like a lightning struck tree branch falling from the Crown, Valourie folded her pearl wings and danced off of the limb and free-fell to the ground. Landing with a graceful thump on nearby deadfall. She loved to make a Scene, the Valkyrie had been in hiding for far too long. It felt good to be able to fly again. Instead of voluntarily playing the role of a caged Bird.
She took a look around her and flipped up her crimson leather mask. Side glancing at the Satyr, Theseus. "Ah, You're still here, Friend? We thought you'd be in the Tavern." She smiled crookedly at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "How are you enjoying Wildgard?"
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Post by Theseus on Nov 7, 2013 21:44:46 GMT -6
Theseus turned to look at Val and with a smile said "Hail! always good to see you beautiful!" Theseus put his arm around her shoulder and said "I've already been to the tavern its quite nice and the short angry fellow who owns it is really nice he gave me a free drink!" But then his smile disappeared when he added "But there's lots of mean people to I got kidnapped at one point by a nasty man and his friend who were looking for a pet goat! I don't like fighting but I wouldn't mind learning some more sword fighting skills so I could defend myself if talking my way out of a problem doesn't work first".
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 7, 2013 22:00:51 GMT -6
Valourie held her breath as the Satyr slid his arm around her shoulders, a little color in her cheeks though she couldn't get away from him fast enough. She snuck out from beneath him and took a good strafe in the opposite direction. Throwing a look at him over her shoulder as the other Women choked back laughter. She frowned in good humor and listened to him as he danced about with his cloven feet. "Sounds like you had quite an adventure in the short time that you've been here. Although some risks were involved..." She frowned, glancing across the low forest to the outskirts of Wildgard. "You Must be careful. Wildgard knows we're here. Who knows what they'll do."
She stepped closer to the Other Amazons and Scanned each of them. "What else have you Learned Theseus?"
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Post by Theseus on Nov 7, 2013 22:26:13 GMT -6
Theseus stopped dancing for a moment so he could think and said "well I met a man calling himself Genet who claims he's the town guard. He takes orders from a woman who runs a temple looks like she might be a elf." Theseus laughed and said "I also met a serious looking man from another temple who didn't look impressed when I suggested we throw a party in his place of worship! These two men seem to be the only law keepers in the land they both came to my aid when I was bound. One of my captors also said he was the mate of a mysterious bear I met not sure what her purpose is." Then the satyr got excited again and spoke "I also made a new friend! a fox captain who likes to party,drink and chase after ladies to!"
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Post by Valourie on Nov 7, 2013 23:17:54 GMT -6
The words of the Satyr were both Frightening and True, as they were Carefree and Joyous. Valourie knew of the people he spoke of. especially the White Lady Kirsten. She remembered honoring her son Panthers death, For the Valkyrie had his soul in her pouch as they spoke. Genet was her right hand man, as it seemed. He was a decent Archer with a loud set of vocals at his disposal. She nodded, carefully analyzing this news. The Other man must have been Thistle. He seemed the Serious sort these days. The Bear, there was only one she knew well of, the others were new arrivals and she hadn't had the time to study them yet, not to mention her mate. Human Barbarian she didn't learn the name of. The Fox she steered clear away from, He dwelled in the Forest, though he was not as quiet and mild-tempered as Most Foxes she'd known.
When the Satyr finished talking she bowed her head to him. "Thank you, Theseus. This is all wonderful news, you've done well to make your rounds and find out what these people have been up to. if there is anything we can do for you, please ask of it." She turned her attention from him for a moment, to see if any of the Amazons had something to say.
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Post by Theseus on Nov 8, 2013 0:40:38 GMT -6
Theseus thought deeply and replied "It would be great if you could get me some elven mead! I tried getting some from a pretty elf I met in the woods but she wasn't to impressed with my attempt to seduce her. if that's to hard to find a lesson with the sword would be great!" when he finished speaking Theseus sat upon the ground and started playing a jolly tune on his pan flute.
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Post by Charlotte on Nov 9, 2013 23:54:26 GMT -6
Charlotte kept her eyes focused on the ground. Staring into the leaves that were curled up by her feet, she followed their curves, their cracks, and noted their fragility. She raised her boot a slight distance from the ground and gently brought it down with a crunch. It was a light stomp, in which she exercised control over her impulses. Being careful wasn't one of her strongest points, so she had to work at it bit by bit. If it were up to her, she would leave and scour the woods for suspicious figures, and get the lay of the land mapped out in her mind so that she'd actually feel like she could contribute. If she hadn't arrived late due to... circumstances, she wouldn't be in this sorry position. The last thing she wanted was to be dead weight to her people. Again.
She was immersed in her own thoughts when she blinked her eyes up to face those of the Amazon Queen, expectant and curious. When had she and the Satyr stopped their conversation? Surely it wasn't the sound of the crunching leaves that had interrupted them, was it? Thoughts racing, Charlotte's eyes briefly grew wide, then settled into a steady gaze as she spoke.
"I've not had the chance to find anything of your interests."
She lowered her head, then scowled subtly at herself. She went on to scan the vicinity with several sweeping glances, attempting to hide anything that would tip the tribe off as to how she wished to pull down her mask in embarrassment. The reality was that she couldn't be of much help until she could jump into action. Orders and tasks were what she waited for. They gave her life structure and purpose.
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Post by Valourie on Nov 10, 2013 0:33:15 GMT -6
For a long moment, only the sound of Theseus and his Pan flute could be heard. Valourie smiled at his talents, the Music was enough to lead her away from her current track of mind, There was magic in the notes that floated into the air and danced about the Women. 'Such Talent. Four Hundred years of Practice and I'd never have that skill...So Peaceful, and carefree.' Reluctantly the Valkyrie pulled her gaze away from his Bardic command of attention, and turned back to the Circle. All eyes were on her... Except for Charlotte. The Ram Kinto seemed distant; if Possible, more distant than normal. Her emotions crept into Valourie like a lukewarm breeze in the summer. 'And our newest arrival... what took her so long? she missed the Amazonian Trials.' As if the Kinto could feel the Angels stare, she looked up slowly. And Val could feel what she felt.
"Charlotte, Our Sister. Tell us, What troubles you?" Her voice was calm and smooth, like a Sister, a Friend or even a Mother. Her yellow eyes deep with compassion. She watched the Girls expressions and delved into her heart. Searching for answers rather intrusively, but she expected after so long, the Sisters of her Tribe would be used to the Valkyrie using her Divine powers as often as breathing. It hadn't been very Long since she reclaimed the Tribe as her own. A few months at best since she came to them. Valourie was an Elven Warrior During life, she was strong, and fast, and commanded respect, though rarely by force unless she was challenged. These Women respected her, and followed her lead by choice, not by fear of her Celestial wrath.
Technically Valourie had been dead for several centuries, and not many were left alive from the Tribe she had known. A few Elves, and those gifted with everlasting life, but that number was few. Though she still cared for the Women as though they were her own flesh and blood. As a Queen should, no matter how many years of death robbed her of rest. When she had finally escaped Valhalla on Odin's Orders, she fled immediately to where she had last known the Amazon Tribe to be, Watching down on them from the Heaven's above, there wasn't much Valourie had missed. She wasn't surprised that some of the Women were still taking some time to get used to a stranger leading them. Valourie vowed to bridge the gaps between them, and lead the women to glory and prepare them as a whole, for Rangarok. But first thing was first, gaining the undying trust of her Tribe.
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Post by Charlotte on Nov 10, 2013 22:44:03 GMT -6
At first, she felt her shoulders tense up at the question, but the tone of Valourie’s voice made her loosen her stance.
"I just feel poorly about not being able to offer anything of value right now, that’s all. I apologize for arriving late, I didn't plan on doing so."
Charlotte let herself tread in the Valkyrie's yellow eyes. She found comfort in their otherworldliness.
"But I promise I'll make up for it. All that came before this, I've put behind me. If you need anything done, I'm here." She closed her eyes and bowed her head as she finished speaking, but didn't smile. Charlotte didn't believe in false emotions, and held honesty close to her heart. If she didn’t want to show how she felt, the best she could do was try to show nothing at all, but even that was strenuous. She couldn’t count how many times she had slain her enemies with fire in her eyes and her teeth gritted behind a tight frown, only to lose control and let out a guttural cry as the blood flecked against her face. She let out her remaining tension in a soft sigh. Joining the Amazon tribe was the best opportunity that had opened up for her in a long time, and she would do her best to give them the respect they deserved. Being in the tribe was far better than living a makeshift life and running from her past like a frightened child.
Her past consisted of violence, loss, and humility. Mere months ago, she was defending the mountain that her people had long lived on. But, their thrown-together army wasn’t nearly prepared for the onslaught of humans and mountain lions that swarmed upon them. The rams, who lived further down the mountain, had been attacked first. They grew strong as to not be killed, but depleted over the years until they could no longer hold fort. The only means of survival was to ally with the goats further up. Each remaining ram was assigned a goat, or several, to train in combat skills, but the enemy had power in numbers and moved quicker than was anticipated. Charlotte managed to save one of her understudies, Gaulwin, as she felt that by sparing him an untimely death, his intelligence would do someone good in the future.
After she told him to flee to the woods below and promised she’d soon follow, she charged into battle. He'd eventually grow tired of waiting and move on, she hoped. Had she held her composure, she could have done more damage into the enemy lines, but her reckless rage overpowered any strategy she had, and she was soon wounded. Her comrade’s heads were falling one by one around her, tumbling down the rocks, and she had hoped the enemy tripped on them and fell into their own swords. Her head was to be next, but before the enemy got to her, she shoved herself over the nearby cliff, hoping she would either die quickly or survive miraculously. When she regained consciousness, all she heard was the muffled sounds of victory from atop the mountain, and her stomach lurched. She felt like a coward, but the thought of her skull mounted on a wall chilled her to the core. It was then that she set off on her journey to put as much distance between her and her homeland as she could. She knew her people had just lost everything they had, and she couldn't bear to face them. As for Gaulwin, it was up until recently that she had managed to avoid him. To her dismay, she found out that ever since she didn't arrive in the woods, he had been searching for her. Had she not retaliated during their re-encounter a day or two back, he would have likely followed her to the ends of the earth. He, in fact, was accountable for her late arrival.
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Post by Theseus on Nov 11, 2013 2:54:50 GMT -6
After playing some tunes on his pan flute Theseus grew tired and stretched out on the ground very casually. While resting he heard a woman's voice he wasn't familiar with and when he turned his head he grinned mischieviously. He was looking at a very beautiful woman with curvy horns even more curvy then his own! Not realizing that she didn't look very cheerful at the moment Theseus excitidly got up and trotted over to her in a carefree manner, bowed to her and said "Why hello here my lady I don't believe we've met. I see you have horns...I have horns as well." with a sly grin he finished his introduction "Theseus is the name bard is my trade. how fare thee on this fine day?"
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Post by Valourie on Nov 11, 2013 19:40:28 GMT -6
Valourie heard what was addressed to her, and turned her attentions away from them for a moment. Speaking to the group again, "Those of you that were here for the Amazon Trials. The Wildgardians Proved to be more of a Joke than we thought. Very Few were organized. A Handful of breathless Warriors came to me with their passed trials. Some did it for fun, some did it to actually test themselves, most completed their tasks simply to do it better and faster than those they were opposed to. In the End I have come to my Conclusion and I want to thank you all for the help administered to the section of the obstacle course." She cleared her throat, glancing to the Ram and the Satyr.
"Wildgard is Very Unorganized. They rarely work together, it's everyone for themselves. They Don't think before they act, and they expect the answers to be served to them on a Silver Platter. especially those who have magical gifts. They rely on orders, but there is no one to give them said Orders. I stood and watched them scramble, without direct Instruction they failed. With hints they only progressed after they pressed for more information. They Would rather argue among themselves about which is the right path to take, and how their conclusions make the most sense. Not an Original thought in any of their heads. Aside from a Golden few, I was highly disappointed. Granted... Wildgard was almost as Barren as our Home Forest at this point, Which Brings me to my Next topic. Wildgard is headed for a cold, cruel Winter. The Towns people thin and disperse, It's a Ghost town. I've gathered significant proof that more than half the town is headed South for the Winter. Including the Landkeepers, An Elf Named Fallaryn leaves south very soon, Followed by the White Lady of the Temple. Kirsten. She leaves only a few young Acolytes in her absence. I fear that our task here is going to be far more than we Bargained for."
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Post by Charlotte on Nov 11, 2013 20:49:12 GMT -6
Charlotte turned her head towards the new voice, to be met by a Satyr. She looked him up and down, taking note of his light-colored horns. He wasn't from the mountain she lived on, was he? No. He was far too cheerful, and had he survived the battle and escaped the mountain where her people were still held prisoner, it would have taken a toll on him. Unless he left before the mess of battle began, before the rams and goats joined forces. This possibility made her curious, and her ears perked up slightly. "No, we have not." She nodded politely. "My name is Charlotte, I am a scout. Pleased to meet you, I'm doing fi-..." she stopped short, and turned back to Valourie at the sound of her throat clearing.
She listened intently to the Queen's words, as it was important to catch up on what she had missed. Theseus could wait, but she hoped she would have time to converse with him at a later time. This land, Wildgard, sounded as if it were in shambles. But she was familiar with disorganization, and it brought her back again to her time atop the mountain. Wildgard seemed to be worse off by the sound of it, though. The only reason her people had been disorganized was the sudden ambush of the enemy. Other than that, they stuck together and formed a cooperative community. Wildgard, however... she would find out for herself, she supposed.
"Hmm... I see." she said softly as Valourie finished speaking.
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Post by Theseus on Nov 12, 2013 11:33:48 GMT -6
After the amazon queen finished speaking Theseus turned to Charlotte and said "Be careful if you decide to wander wildgard on your own there are some mean and uncaring people roaming about your much safer in a group." Then the satyr smiled and said "There is also a really nice tavern its worth a visit if your not to busy!" I wish we got here sooner its so cold I've been wearing a wool tunic just to keep warm I miss home. You don't look so happy yourself...do you like pan flutes?" Theseus pointed to the flutes hanging by a cord from his neck and was dancing about in a joyful manner after he finished speaking.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Nov 15, 2013 19:58:07 GMT -6
A figure more at the edges of the Amazon camp was intently trying to look busy. Which she actually was. On her lap, she had a pile of leather pieces, and around her was a scatter of rope. However, she was distracted. The conversation around the fire was interesting, and the warmth itself was welcoming. Compelled to stray deeper into the circle of individuals, she paid attention for an opening in conversation. And yet, never spoke up. Deeper under her skin, there was an even more irritating distraction stirring her soul. Instinct. By now, Aalis had been in full human form for more than two lunar cycles. Her skin was crawling, begging her to shift. She missed the tail that protectively curled around her as she sat. And she missed the furred ears that heard more, and froze less. Even her agility, her speed, and her dexterity were affected by being in human form. Because of that, she rarely stayed shifted for more than a few weeks. And now, she was feeling the strongest pull to shift she'd ever felt. She knew it was about time for her to spend a few days or so in feline form.
And yet, Aalis was striving as hard as she could to ignore it. As though she hoped that if she could make it long enough with out shifting, her instincts would subside again. Because if she couldn't fight it off, how would she explain her disappearance to the Valkyrie she'd been spending this whole time trying to learn more about? Foot twitching with irritation, she lowered her head back to her crafting. At least the repetitive task helped her by burning off some of her restlessness.
The entire time she kept her left ear turned towards the camp so she could at least keep track of the conversation. She was vaguely interested in Theseus and his singing and playing. Hearing him play on a pan flute drove her to want to draw out her own from her bag. It had been her father's; he'd given it to her after teaching her how to play. Her eyes straying over to her satchel, she thought about how it had been such a long time since her slender fingers had cradled the instrument to her lips...
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Post by Valourie on Nov 15, 2013 21:36:31 GMT -6
Valourie was the Kind of woman who stood tall, with a square jaw. She came across as strict, not one for excuses or exceptions. She was stern, and level-headed. Because she had to be. The Product of growing up too fast, she was a Warrior before she had ever left the village. Born and raised to always be attentive, to expect the unexpected. There was no time to be joyous and carefree, no time for leisure and fun. Right then, watching The Satyr's enthusiasm, She remembered why she allowed him to come along in the first place. These Women needed a break from their strict laws and teachings every once in awhile to indulge in campfires, stories, song and dance. Often she wound wander off during this time, and allow her Amazons to relax without being under her Valkyrian stare. Valourie often turned a blind eye and a deaf ear any other time. She was keen on Order and Obediance, as A Queen should, but lately She'd been thinking alot about life. How Quickly it ends, How few years they desperately cling to as Mortals. She couldn't force them to live their lives at war... Not Everyone is destined to live eternally as the harbinger of war, and death, not everyone is granted wings.
She watched as the Satyr brought smiles to the faces of her Women, and just this once, she wouldn't bring her foot down on their happiness. "There isn't much else we can do for now. Sisters. The Satyr is right... Don't wander off alone. If you wish to leave the Camp, Leave in pairs. Remember the Amazon ways of escape and survival. If You can Run, Run. If You can't run, Distract them, and then Run. Never leave your sisters, If you must fight, use your strengths and weaknesses against them, know your enemy. And Always fight with Honor. If one of you are fallen, Remember the Tears of the Matyr. It will keep you alive. Take a Scout for Healing." She nodded to Charlotte, Hoping that last part would strike a sense of Duty into her. Not Everyone had the abundance of White light like the Angel she was. But Charlotte had the Gift of Healing, and perhaps knowing that would give her the sense of usefulness she desired within herself. She smiled and waves her hand. The Meeting was over.
She dismissed the Amazons and stretched, removing her leather mask she wandered over to the Fire. Standing next to Aalis and her Craft. She could feel the turbulence within the Warrioress and prodded at her with invisible hands. 'Now, You may not be an Amazon, but the least you could do is pay attention when the Queen is addressing the Tribe.' She thought. Studying her with peripheral vision. 'She looks... so tense. Perhaps it's time to have the Talk.'
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