Avail
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Post by Avail on Feb 11, 2014 22:35:55 GMT -6
Hungry....so very hungry, stumbling tripping over his chained feet Avail made his way through this small town, his shaggy hair falling down onto his shoulders, his deep green eyes flicked around as he looked for anything to eat. The man was quite a sight, covered in his own blood mostly from a shot to the head which he was still bleeding from, his cloths were pretty much rags at this point, his fur clothing painted red with his own blood, chained at his wrists as well as ankles with what appeared to be silver lined shackles, he somehow had his favored weapon, a great sword, attached to his back, along with a shield it was busted and chipped in a few places but it still was there all the same.
He let out a slight growl as he simply dropped to the ground his body giving up on him, there the man knelled looking up at the sky, Avail had walked for three days to get to this town, and here he was about to die due to lack of food, wonderful. He closed his eyes and began pulling at his bonds, the things had been cutting at his wrists and ankles for days, he was tired of them, tired of everything, and he sure as hell wasn't about to go die with his body shackled. This however proved to be less then useful as he used up the last of his strength trying to free himself of his bindings, hearing his stomach give one last growl he fell face first into the dirt under him, an audible smack was heard as the man hit the ground, surely someone would notice this poor soul?
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Feb 11, 2014 22:48:26 GMT -6
Thistle was on his way back from the tavern, hands clenched around this months rations, and a steaming cup of apple cider. Lost in thought, he nearly tripped over the body that had fallen in his path. Cursing, he placed down the consumables and gently shook the man's shoulder, checking to see if he was alive, concious, or sleeping.
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Avail
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Post by Avail on Feb 11, 2014 22:58:32 GMT -6
Alive? Yes, conscious, certainly not. Avail's heart was still beating but he was running on low if he didn't get some sort of food or water into him he wasn't going to make it much longer with that wound. There was a loud growling from the man, of course it wasn't from his lips but rather, from the man's stomach a sure sign of starvation.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Feb 11, 2014 23:41:50 GMT -6
Quickly assessing the injured man's condition, Thistle gingerly picked him up and sprinted to the church, rations in hand. The body weighed nothing to the monk, who was endowed with many abilities. His only concern was for the body itself, and an damage he might cause in his haste to get away from the elements.
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Avail
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Post by Avail on Feb 11, 2014 23:59:20 GMT -6
The man groaned lightly as he was hefted like a bag of potatos over Thistle's shoulder, he remained silent the remainder of the trip towards the church. He smelled something though, something....wrong, he sniffed lightly in his barely conscious state, Thistle's jogging having woken him up, his voice catching, barely more then a growl "Who are you?" His voice was low and husky, his body was sore, this man had no sense of how to handle an injured man it would seem, oh well he'd been through worse though the bouncing was causing him to grow slightly sick, could you vomit when your stomach was empty? Probably not.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Feb 12, 2014 0:41:42 GMT -6
"My name is Thistle Wulfsbane, and I am the Marshal of the Rosewood Basilica. Fear not, I will take good care of you" The world weary monk answered, skidding to a halt in front of his church. "I think the more important question, though, is what might your name be? And what might be your reasons for coming here, to Wildgard, of all places?" He continued, stepping into the inviting light that radiated from the church doors.
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Avail
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Post by Avail on Feb 12, 2014 0:50:09 GMT -6
He groaned lightly his eyes closing, Wulfsbane how fitting...Right his name, he supposed he should give his name, it was the polite thing to do "Avail, I have no house name as my group was that of the nomads." He breathed out his eyes opening a bit looking at the skinny man under him "How on this world do you carry me as if I were a simple potato sack?" He questioned, he was easily taller and thicker then Thistle though he knew there were some who hid their muscle well.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Feb 12, 2014 15:43:51 GMT -6
Rook was lying on the floor in the Basilica, engaging in a staring contest with the raccoon above in the rafters. She had woken up hours ago, but felt no desire to move from her current position. Venturing out into the cold was not her idea of fun, and leaving the angel-proof church in general wasn't the most inviting idea either. She was not yet over her fear of running into her ex-possessor, to the point where she was starting to find herself rather pathetic and useless. Something had to change.
Having been quite relaxed prior to Thistle's arrival, she found herself jumping at the opening of the door, sitting up sharply and shuddering at the draft of cold air. Her eyes widened as they fell upon the man hoisted over the Monk's shoulder.
"You're bringing men home already? Here I had this thought that you were celibate." She snarked towards her superior. Soon after, she found herself standing up and running to examine the weakened Barbarian. She circled around Thistle to get a look at the stranger's face, her own eyes latching on to the deep green in his. Despite their lush and earthy tone, they seemed ravenous and slightly feral. Naturally, her curiosity did not overpower her instinct to keep her distance. Backing up a couple steps, she closed the door and spoke to the Marshal. "What can I do here, Thistle? Aside from find our new guest a meal or two." She noticed the glint of the shackles at the ends of the Barbarian's limbs, and shot him an inquisitive look, wondering how they got there.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Feb 12, 2014 17:51:56 GMT -6
Frowning at Rook, Thistle gently placed Avail down on the wooden floor. "Don't think too much of my strength, Avail. I am an experience warrior, and you are skin and bones." He answered, chuckling. To Rook, he asked if she could fetch some bedding from the back room, as well as the bandages, healing scrolls, and those glowing stones Thistle had brought back from his previous voyage.
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Avail
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Post by Avail on Feb 12, 2014 18:34:17 GMT -6
Avail groaned lightly "Skin and bones..." He shook his head closing his eyes once more his stomach growling lightly, he had heard the other voice but he was far to out of it at this point, missing the look as well, he lightly scratched at his head breathing out, all he knew was that he'd be able to manage for a little bit longer if he could just get some "Bread...do you have just a bit of bread for me to eat, that is all I ask." He asked looking up at the two, his eyes large his teeth sharp, he'd have preferred meat but at this point they could have handed him a plank of wood and he would have chewed through it.
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Nabbi
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Post by Nabbi on Feb 12, 2014 22:34:02 GMT -6
The Raccoon in the rafters looked curiously at the Marshal's additional cargo. She scampered down the support tree, still appearing as a common pest. The new arrival was in obviously bad condition, looking starved and beaten. If she wasn't so conditioned to Thistle shaking off similar and deadlier wounds like scratches she would have been terrified for him, but she knew the Church had the supplies to deal with it.
Eying the sassy recruit that Thistle ordered to retrieve potions, Nabbi approached her Marshal. He was focused on the man and still held his rations in hand. She sniffed at the individual. His scent was all over him, blood and sweat of many days mixed with various animal scents from his fur and a metallic silvery smell. Interesting. Putting that aside, she snatched the rations from Thistle's hand and made her way to the storeroom with them, glancing back once.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Feb 14, 2014 1:40:29 GMT -6
Rook nodded her head and strode off in silence, gathering the bedding first, then piling the bandages and healing supplies on top of it. She hurried back and placed them on the ground in front of Thistle, and half-smiled up at him.
"I'll take initiative on the food." She insisted, and then laughed dryly towards Avail. "Sorry to inform you sir, but you're going to need a hell of a lot more than bread to sustain you. You look like you're on your last stretch of life, there. Your hunger must be something awful..." She mumbled and then made her way to the storeroom to find him something to eat.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Feb 14, 2014 15:06:44 GMT -6
Sitting back on his heels, Thistle calmly surveyed the man before him. His sharp gaze took in everything, from the ragged state of his garments, to the curiously crafted shackles that bound him, to his battle-worn sword and shield, which were so obviously well cared for. A warrior then, of considerable strength. Bound with silver shackles, which could mean a lot of things, or it could be meaningless. And his teeth, so very sharp, unnaturally so.
Why here? The monk wondered, thoughts spinning. He refrained from asking the man the myriad questions he had, for it would be rude to interrogate him before getting him some food. Instead he sat and watched, vigilant for the slightest danger to the man, or from the man.
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Avail
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Post by Avail on Feb 14, 2014 20:25:49 GMT -6
Avail chuckled lightly at Rook's comment "This is truth...I have not eaten for quite a few days, even before my journey commenced." He muttered rubbing his stomach lightly his eyes looking down at the floor in front of him, he felt the Monk's eyes on him and took a short breath as Rook left their presence, having caught the sight of the thief he looked over towards the raccoon and stared at it, sniffing slightly he determined it was not something that he should chase down and eat, even if he had the energy to do so, those creatures were sly at best. Looking back to Thistle the man sighed "Thistle was it?" He asked his voice still sounding quite sore, probably from lack of water "You seem to have questions for me...being that I am at your mercy both by these damned shackles and by my stomach, I am not a man who hides things from the people who save his wretched life, feel free to ask me what you wish." He said shrugging his shoulders "I will answer to the best of my ability."
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Nabbi
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Post by Nabbi on Feb 14, 2014 21:33:45 GMT -6
Nabbi came back from the storeroom, over the rafters this time. She peered down on her comrades and the guest, wondering what to think of him. He had sniffed at her as she passed, was he trying to identify her or did he think her prey? Did full-blooded humans have a sense of smell that strong? Nabbi put those thoughts aside as she walked along the oak beams, claws gripping tighter than usual in case she stumbled. She was stumbling a lot lately. The Raccoon sat down above the group and watched, taking in everything she thought she needed to record.
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