an unexpected meeting (open)

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This shining population center is considered the jewel of The Sylira Region. Home of the vast majority of Mizahar's population, Syliras is nestled in a quiet, sprawling valley on the shores of the Suvan Sea. [Lore]

an unexpected meeting (open)

Postby Licendous Gestral on August 12th, 2011, 10:30 pm

Licen looked at the knight he was developing a sort, disdain, but he couldn't quite place why. Licen hadn't ever been one for religion and that much was a certainty, this did not mean he was not religious oh no but he never really did much towards it. To him crafting \and making things was the best way he could show appreciation to all the gods above for gifting him with the hands to make the creations which he so cherished. He wasn't sure about the knight but his own gods were those of the north; The gods of the forge, the gods of craft, the gods of fire and he gods of cold. it was to them he prayed. He prayed tot he god of the forge of the ability to keep his hands steady and to guide them in his creations. the gods of fire so that the heat he used was perfect to achieve what he required , the giods of cold for snow or ice water to temper his steel to near flawless shine and superb strength. THe gods of craft to allow his work to be as he envisioned, and allow his hand to never forget it's skill.

THough he had shit mant things hed on he still had a faint taste from the knight thwat he did not like, something about him made him seem more arrogant than a man of his sttion should be. Licen didn't like that at all.then suddenly the girls voice cut through the stunning silence and stillness of his mind. "could you hold Illivens reins then, please?" Licen pondered he had a horse of his own he knew how to keep them tame and under control. Then as the girl finished he next sentence he replied sharply and swiftly but not in an unkind manner. "Sure i see no harm in it and it will only be for e moment." Taking the lether reings of the horse into one of hiis enormous hands he signalled the girl that it would be ok to relinquish he vice like grip ion the horse. "I shall wait here with andreciel untill you return." His hard stern face and cold manned mad him seem like the very north from which he hailed.

( OOC: sorry for the short post trying to move things along)
45. - shinedown :
Whatever happened to the young mans heart?
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart,
and i'm staring down the barrel of a 45. ,
swimming through the ashes of another life.


what a shame - shinedown :
what a shame, what a shame,
judge a life that you cant change.
The choir sings, the churchbell rings,
so wont you give this man his wings?
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an unexpected meeting (open)

Postby Andresciel on August 13th, 2011, 11:12 am

"Licen. Do you know of the Isurian God?" He asked, his voice soft as he spoke of a knowledge he rarely let come from his lips. It was great trust that he was bestowing as he pulled out the letter from his Isurian friend from Denval. "Izurdin, The God of Crafting." Andresciel read from the letter. "He presides over most Isur from an early age and grant them a gnosis mark." He shrugs, offering the letter. "Here. So if you do decide to head to Denval to meet up with Landeril, you can have something and won't get yourself thrown out. He ain't much for strangers."

The Knight then went silent again as he held the letter out, his eyes closing, the dark look on his face slowly easing. He needed to be in the countryside, exploring the forests, or something. But he had given his word to these two about keeping them safe in the city, despite today being his day 'off' so to speak. He calmly settled in to wait, letter held out in his right hand as he said but one thing more. "From a friend."
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an unexpected meeting (open)

Postby Dinnya on August 17th, 2011, 8:20 pm

Dinnya relinquished her grasp on the reins, looking at the mare uncertainly then back to Licendous, "thankyou, I will be right back" and with that she walked to the botanists door, turning the handle and pushing it open, a bells ching-a-ling could be heard over the voices outside the shop. The knights voice had fell very faintly on her ears as she closed the door behind her. There were maybe one or two people here and there gossiping and what not, most likely sharing botanist secrets but otherwise nothing of much importance to Dinnya.

Looking around, it was a small shop with no windows really. Lamps kept the room lit, it smelled faintly of herbs and spices. The shop reminded her of home almost, or well the scent did. Inhaling lightly, remembering that warm home feeling she missed greatly so. Dinnyas mother always had the house stocked with herbs, being a specialist with herbal remedies. As Dinnya walked up to the counter, a woman perhaps in her early thirties or late twenties stood behind the counter "welcome" a cheery tone in her voice, "you need something?" Dinnya smiled back at her softly "I was wondering if you sell botanist tools?" Her voice, calm and somewhat peaceful she wondered if that had really been her own. "Yes we do," she said pointing to a side of wall literally covered with tools "right over there Miss."

Walking over to the shelves, Dinnya lookied at the goods and knelt down to pick a kit up in one of the lower shelves. Holding it in her hands, remembering the swear she made to only be a few moments she stood up quietly. I'm taking far too long, Dinnya worried about the Isur and her mare, was it really a good idea to leave my posessions with him?! Dinnya's heart picked up speed at the thought of being robbed like that. Turning on her heel, she walked back to the woman behind the counter "have you found something?" She inquired to Dinnya, the small girl nodded her head and set the kit on the counter "ah, the kit well that will be twenty gold mizas please."

Taking out a small bag filled with coins, Dinnya began to count up to twenty gold mizas and setting them on the counter for the woman "thankyou," the woman said as she took up the money "have a nice day Miss." Dinnya looked at the womans smile, it was nothing more than buisness to her. Managing a polite smile back, Dinnya nodded her head and picked up the kit. Holding it somewhat tightly to her chest as she turned to leave. Turning the knob and stepping out the door and into the street and hoping to see her mare, the knight, and the Isur.

(OOC: DX i'm so sorry its taken me this long to reply, I keep getting distracted with other things.)
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an unexpected meeting (open)

Postby Licendous Gestral on August 18th, 2011, 12:27 am

Taking hold of the mare he sat on a small wall near by and the knight mentioned a god. Izurdin, the god of crafting, licen prayed often to the god of crafting but was lone to know his name he was deaf to most gods. Perhaps it was time he connected to the gods and listened to what they had to say. Licen looked at the knight with a slight fleck of steel silver in his eyes. The griped the reigns of the mare harder and looked at the knight replying. "No i haven't heard of his name but i have prayed often as my hand still needs work in it's craft i'm not ready yet to call myself a true smith but i can, craft what i need out of iron." He needed longer to master his craft works, he wanted to be known as one of the best not the best, but one of them. It was not his place to decide though if the god of crafts izurdin willed it he would gladly do so.

Licen sighed as he waited it seemed like she was in there for much longer than she had said but finally she emerged from the shop. LIcebn greeted her with a slight smile and said. "Miss dinnya i have looked after your horse, as you requested please gather everything i would like to be under way." Licen smiled as he gently offered her the reins agin keeping w firm hold but once she had them in her grasp he would release them and allow her to do what she would. Whether she followed him and the knight or whether she went her separate ways, was her choice. Turning his head back round to the knight he said. "Well then good sir knight, take me to this forge, you men of other gods pray in churches we fo the god of craft prey in out forges our work shops and our smithys." With the same destitute look he wore all day he looked at the knight. Not a shred of emotion left his face but his eyes screamed them for him.
45. - shinedown :
Whatever happened to the young mans heart?
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart,
and i'm staring down the barrel of a 45. ,
swimming through the ashes of another life.


what a shame - shinedown :
what a shame, what a shame,
judge a life that you cant change.
The choir sings, the churchbell rings,
so wont you give this man his wings?
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an unexpected meeting (open)

Postby Andresciel on August 18th, 2011, 2:20 am

The Knight pushed himself up, groaning softly as he nods. "Ah, well I am glad you pray to him. People need something to believe in, don't you agree?" He asked, chuckling as he looks down at his new friend. "The Forge ah right. Let me get my bearings." The Man Requested.

The Knight stepped forward, closing his eyes as he let his other senses expand. He smelled the smoke of the forge and heard the clash of the hammer on steel and smiles, "This way I believe." He turned right and began to make his way up the street towards the forge. "As for my god, I pray where I am. I do not go to a church or temple. Yahal requires it not. I would be honored to teach you what I know of him, my friend."

He felt the heat growing on his face as he walked, knowing the forges would soon come in sight. Isurs, Humans, and other races often worked in the forges to supply the Knights of Syliras, though, he himself, did not use their works, personally.
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an unexpected meeting (open)

Postby Dinnya on August 24th, 2011, 11:38 pm

Dinnyas heart slowed at the sight of them, relaxing lightly as she walked to her mare and took the reins from Licen. A guilt cloud smogged her thoughts, knowing she had taken too long in the shop "I'm sorry, I took longer than I wanted to," she started off, a hint of apology in her voice "it just reminded me of home, if only a little." Looking up at him with bright, icy cerulean blue eyes before she would look away to stow away her new herbalists kit into one of the large saddle bags that her mare carried on her soft looking white back.

The knight had stood up, Dinnya looked at him about to state she wanted to break from this tour. But he had continued on to the forge, as she went to speak. Breathing deeply, in a moment of thought, looking from the Isur and the knight she followed after him. Knowing it would just be rude to shamble off to some crowded area without his knowledge and get lost, literally. Then that would just cause more problem for him and- Dinnya sighed, not finding much of a way out of this so she truded through the streets with the knight and isur to the forges.

Passing buildings and stalls upon stalls, she really hoped that they would get there soon. Inquiring outloud, her voice cracking lightly "are you a blacksmith Licendous?" It was a small curiousity, not one she cared much for but the drawl of the day was getting to her and so was the heat even if she didnt outwardly show it. He knows a few things about me, I might as well know a few things about him too to make it fair, Dinnya thought to herself as they continued to walk. Again, something she refused to show was the fatigue building up on her body from a long days walk with her horse through the caravan. Even if it was somewhat present in her eyes, she kept her face calm and even.

(OOC: e-e;; Sorry, Ive been a bit busy with getting ready for the upcoming school year.. and people are only just now bugging me to do things with them before said school year..)
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