Aria Bellamina
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 5, 2014 22:20:40 GMT -6
Aria sat at a table under the dim glow of a lantern, staring down at her glass. All it contained was water of course, but at least she still looked fearsome. She drummed her fingers on the table, surveying the local theifs and assassins. All things considered, she didn't fit in very well, a hulking barbarian amidst a sea of stealth fighters.
She took a sip of her water, wondering if anyone would approach her. After all she ran this place now, it might be nice to know a few patrons.
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Krayto
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Post by Krayto on Dec 6, 2014 21:02:40 GMT -6
The massive figure dismounts his horse, the rough wind around him biting like wolves at his exposed and scaly hide. The snow beneath his sandals is crisp, freshly fallen, yet stings with a cold so wretched that the flames of Hell wouldn't dare oppose it. The night sky, crystalline and lined with the green light of virtuous souls.
Krayto is still too focused on his frigid feet as he waddles towards the tavern, red cloak wrapped around his throat and maw like a scarf. His dull yellow eyes blink away the melting snow upon his lids whilst glaring at the rusted blade hanging above the building's door. Krayto snarls at the item; a sign of his disgust for seedy taverns that find humour in violence. Clearly, this is the place where only brigands and scoundrels dwell.
It is growing colder outside, and he knows that this is the closest place that he'll be able to get to before his summer skin freezes over and captures him inside it, and so he heads in, closing off the outside cold with the door as quickly as possible and removing his cloak from his face.
"Damned snow," he growls as he stomps his heavy, plated sandals onto the wooden flooring. His head nearly reaches the ceiling, and he fears that even standing on the rotted wood will cause him to fall straight through it.
He steps forward towards the bar, thankful that the chamber he finds himself in is warm enough for his scales to settle. "Ein biere, bitte."
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Aria Bellamina
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 6, 2014 21:29:13 GMT -6
"Holy shit." Was the thought running through her mind as the figure walked into the room. Although she was rather intimidated by even the silhouette of the figure, she intended to get a better look.
She followed the lead of the other hooded figures, turning her head slightly for a better look. he was even more intimidating than she saw at a glance. he reminded her slightly of Stellio, but far more fearsome, and far more tall. At least eight feet, maybe more?
She caught his eye as he caught hers.
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Krayto
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Post by Krayto on Dec 6, 2014 22:13:34 GMT -6
Their faces are human. So pale and fleshy, morphed by their intoxication into the masks or demented playwrights' dreams. Their hair, greasy in the dim light of the tavern. Eyes too big for their own heads: slimy orbs popping out at him.
"If any of you are artists, I would advise you make a painting. That would certainly last longer," he grumbles as he grabs his beer and sits down on the stool; almost immediately, it creaks under his incredible weight and collapses against the wooden floor. He lets out a ferocious roar, mixing the bellow of an angered dragon, the sizzle of a serpent's slithering, and the creaking of trees under a great wind.
He swings his massive arm out, nearly striking a group of patrons. "Damn it!" He gets to his feet, rubbing his thick tail with his trunk of an arm. "Typical human work. Bound to break under stress."
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Aria Bellamina
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 6, 2014 23:03:28 GMT -6
Her eyes widened and she stifled a snicker. Did he just break a stool merely by sitting on it? She averted her gaze from the creature hoping he didn't notice. She wasn't up for a barfight, but she did kinda want to know what this guy was about...
She turned her eyes back on him once she'd gotten her snickering under control. Raising an eyebrow and pulling out one of the sturdier chairs at her table. She preferred to use them as well. Stools were unstable and treacherous.
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Krayto
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Post by Krayto on Dec 7, 2014 20:29:08 GMT -6
They continue to stare at him. Glossed over eyes against his hard exterior. He curls his lip as he begins to lean on the bar, picking up his stein and shovelling the beverage down his throat with his massive tongue. He keeps his eyes on the patrons, showing off his dagger-like teeth as a demonstration of his hatred for their kind.
When he finishes his beverage, he slams the stein down and looks at them all, particularly a woman sitting on a bench with her eyes on him. She seems just as invested as the other patrons are, but the way she looks at him holds as much ferocity as his own eyes.
He strides towards her, the rotted floorboards creaking. "Was there something in particular you wanted from me?" he snarls, standing over her with a grand shadow.
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Aria Bellamina
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 7, 2014 22:13:28 GMT -6
She smirked. Her trick had worked "Only some company mate." She beckoned for him to sit, smirk still on her face. He looked pissed. She couldn't discern at what exactly, maybe he was just angry in general? The way he loomed over her was concerning though, but she wouldn't let him get to her. At the very least, she would convince him she was calm.
"You don't frighten me. I'm used to those of your... Stature..." She looked him up and down, he could have easily been nine feet tall.
Perhaps she was a frightened. If only a little.
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Krayto
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Post by Krayto on Dec 8, 2014 21:23:44 GMT -6
Krayto sneers at the woman. Her skirt is red like his cloak, bloodied and flowing. Her eyes are full of something. Something he finds enthralling. Perhaps savagery, or anger. Either way, she is something different. A polished stone among the dull rocks that are the other humans.
But a rock she is, and rocks are just as stubborn and dangerous no matter their shine. "Company, yah? You're crowd seems like a fitting enough group for company. Why on Earth would you want company from me?"
He pulls up a chair and sits down, keeping his gaze upon her. He doesn't care that she's human, at least not right now. What matters is her curiosity. Her attractive eyes. Her stupid courage.
"Not scared of me, yah?" he growls. "Then it's clear you have no idea who I am."
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Aria Bellamina
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 8, 2014 21:30:06 GMT -6
She chuckled heartily. "These are not my people. These are sneaky sly theifs. I am not one of those..." She smirked.
"You however, seem a little more my speed." She had begun to relax. Intimidating, probably racist, but not a direct threat to her, this seemed like a pretty good idea all things considered. She certainly did not want him to become an enemy to her.
She leaned an elbow on the table before continuing,
"Tell me about yourself then, Why should I bother fearing you?"
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Krayto
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Post by Krayto on Dec 9, 2014 21:20:44 GMT -6
He rolls his eyes at her comment. "Your speed, huh? I'm guessing you think I'm some simple barbarian."
He leans forwards, his snout inches away from hers. The hot air from his nostrils blow into her face, and his breath smells of rot. This is something he cannot help, nor would he like to help it. He has been told thousands of times to brush his teeth, and that is why he refuses.
"The name's Krayto, and I am from Hookgin. As a human, you might have heard of the uprising in Eth-Rorn's Hold, just down south, yah?" He follows her expression, hoping that she's not ignorant enough to know nothing of such a wonderful revolution...his first revolution.
He pulls the cloak around his shoulders, covering his scales and begging for the warmth of the nearby fire to envelop him even more.
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Aria Bellamina
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 10, 2014 0:09:45 GMT -6
"Well you are obviously not... but more similar to me that most of these thieves."
She raised an eyebrow when he got close, the smell of death wafted through his teeth. Although something she was used to, this did not seem a usual place for the scent to be. She was, intimidated, to an extent.
"I have not heard of this... Great revolution?" She tilted her head. "I am from a small seaside town we don't get a lot of incoming stories from around there..." she continued. "Alas, I am always willing to hear a new tale."
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Post by Krayto on Dec 13, 2014 22:47:44 GMT -6
The reptilian warrior scoffs at this woman's ignorance, but understands it quite well. After all, he comes from a small desert village where news doesn't travel fast, and when it does arrive, it's obscure knowledge.
But to not hear of the uprising of Eth-Rorn's Hold brings a lizardly tear to his eye. He sighs, sounding like a deep shudder, and begins his tale.
"Eth-Rorn's Hold is where I grew up, in a small village called Hookgin. Far down south, surrounded by sands and only open sky. Not a cloud ever to be seen a day, and only animals and cactuses to farm," he explains as he turns the tankard in this clawed hands.
"You wouldn't think much of it were you to ever see, but it had one of the greatest mineral deposits just a few hours away from the Hold's borders. The people of the village used those minerals as their only resource to trade with other nations, such as our cousins down south in the lush jungles of the Hold or the northern nations that had the good fortune of being able to properly farm.
"That's when the men came. Slaves to their own greed, yah? Anyways, they set up mining villages and began taking our resources. When we told them to stop, they acted surprised that there was a settlement who owned the territory and made a business proposition to have us mine the ores and they'd supply us with anything we needed. Instead, we got tortured as slave labourers and our 'needs' were, to them, bread and water, once per day.
"It was me who struck one of the slavers in the head with my pickaxe. He'd pushed my group around since I was old enough to work, and that day he was in a particularly bad mood. But then, so was I. When I smashed him, his brains splattered against the solid rock, staining them with his red blood. I stood over his corpse, knowing that they were mortal like us, and could be taken out with enough courage to do so. I fashioned myself a new set of garb from his remaining armour, the stones that we'd been forced to crack with our tools, and the blood-stained rags that once showed me as nothing but a slave. Then, we went to war. I guess I can understand you not not knowing about Eth-Rorn's Hold, because we chased those men away, and they cried like pathetic children to the other men of this world that our people were not to be fought with."
He stands again, and this time he removes the red cloak from his shoulder and tosses it to her. "This is the blood of those who would oppress, those who had been oppressed, and the one who puts an end to oppression. I am not just Krayto, I am Krayto the Bloodied, and I am Patriarch of the Revolution."
The barbarian stands for a moment, hoping to gain a reaction from the woman, before he chuckles--a strange noise coming from so big a being--and slumps back into his chair. "Of course, I don't care about those titles. I'm not some hoity-toity figurehead. I just want to see tyranny bleed out until it exists no more."
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Aria Bellamina
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 13, 2014 23:36:54 GMT -6
It took her a minute to process all of this info. The cloak in her hands shaded by the blood of angry men. She grinned. She had a certain fondness for vigilante justice.
"I am, impressed." She looked back at him, feeling the cloth in her hands. "I've always been fond of killing those that threaten innocents. Done it myself for a long time." She thought back to her own moments of bloodshed towards the corrupt.
"Does the war in your land still rage on?" She inquired.
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Krayto
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Post by Krayto on Dec 15, 2014 21:03:28 GMT -6
Krayto reaches forwards and retrieves the red cloak from the woman's hands, placing it back on his shoulders. "Fortunately, the people have been freed. Well, as long as the village remained, that is. A drought hit a hundred years back and we had to find our separate ways. Darkmane headed south to the jungles to join his people, while Fiblo, Kris, and Mitch headed westward in search of port to travel overseas.
"Of course, I began wandering, finding wrongs to right and people to free. I lead the oppressed out of darkness and against what light they should find. I made my way here when I heard talk of barbarians having taken over this land, so tell me..." he leans in close, his intense eyes now small in ferocious, "...where are these barbars?"
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Aria Bellamina
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 15, 2014 21:18:17 GMT -6
She didn't flinch as he leaned in, she was used to this sort of thing. "Well, you're looking at one in case you haven't figured that out... I've got a fair trail of blood in my wake. All of it belonging to the unjust." "As for the others, they're often wandering the snow looking for things to pummel. They're also around the local taverns, pretty much all of them." She shrugged before finishing,"If there's booze women and blood to spill, you will find them."
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