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[Marrick Corvis]

Winter 3rd afternoon 513 AV It had been a long day and Marrick felt a great swell of accomplishment filling his breast. He had received his marching orders, and been given a Patron to represent, and train with. He still had yet to meet the man, however, the things he had read about the whitevines in the library had been very educational. He had gotten his armor and weaponry. The armor fit well with some minor adjustments and his weaponry was simple and serviceable. The evening had come quickly with his wanderings about the city on his varied tasks, yet he was a ball of energy. He almost felt as if his Raven was restless, inside him. The idea made him smile even though the notion was preposterous. Now it was time to take in some of the city. He had always wanted to go into a bar and buy a drink. The idea had been exciting to say the least, and he wanted to get to know Syliras better before he left for Mithryn. The sun was casting long shadows into the streets of the Nettle district as he window shopped the finer things of life. He had eyed a rather beautiful looking sword hanging in Sultros Blades and compared its workmanship to the one that hung from his belt when he heard a ruckus from an establishment just down the street. Cautiously, he stood. His window shopping abandoned, he made his way swiftly into the street. His gray winter cloak swayed with his movements as he halted and spied the source of the situation. Just outside an establishment called Soothing Waters he could see a man that shouted threateningly at a fifteen year old girl. The child stood bravely between this vagabond, and a woman who was bleeding from a head injury. A well dressed young man tended the wound with the occasional nervous look over his shoulder. He seemed like a quill quencher to the Kelvic, a receptionist perhaps. Marrick eyed the young girl again his clever eyes assessing. She seemed an average young woman. The Kelvic would have assumed she was a young boy due to the shortly cut hair, if not for her sloping shoulders, and feminine jawline. Her skin was slightly tanned. She stood in stark contrast to the man who seemed ready to crush her. He was corpulent and pasty , with broad shoulders. Knowing a thug when he saw one Marrick strode forward, his winter cloak billowing slightly in the wind as he walked. As he approached he began to understand the situation a little better. The man seemed intoxicated, though lucid. The little Kelvic could tell the man seemed out of his element, so Marrick assumed he was a traveler, seeing as to how close they were to the Gates. “Your all a bunch of Liars! Stealing my money!” The Vagabond shouted spittal soaked words at the little girl. Marrick could see this man, that towered over the little girl was working up to something, but for the time being he seemed like he was being stalemated by this stalwart little lady. The Kelvic strode past them both and removed his cloak. With a compassionate smile he knelt and lay the warm cloth down upon the injured woman and whispered to her and the young man. “Ye have nae need teh worry. Everythin es goin teh be foine.” With his comforting message delivered he stood again. “Who the pech are you!” The travelers voice came from behind him. With his presence noticed Marrick took a deep breath and turned on the Vagabond. The man seemed completely put out, and a little confused as to who Marrick was. There was no mistake. The man was definitely a traveler, as the pauldron the Kelvic wore, bore the mark of the Windoak. With an appraising eye Marrick took in the situation, the man seemed even more agitated to see an armed man in the midst of his argument. The Kelvic stepped up and just behind the young woman who had so bravely placed herself in harms way. “I am Marrick Corvis Sqouire teh Knight David Whitevine. What happened here!” He shouted in an attempt to put the Vagabond on the defensive immediately. The Traveller pointed at the injured woman accusingly. “I offered this peching slut a bonus if she would take care of my other needs, and she refused. I had to teach her some manners. No way in Ivaks realm would a whore refuse a man in Ravok!” He shouted back at him. At the mention of Ravok, Marricks jaw set and he ground his teeth. For all Marrick knew this man was a slaver just like the ones that were planning to sell him in Kenash. “Is that so?” He said darkly, through clenched teeth. The Kelvics eyes narrowed to dagger like slits as he held his clever gaze on the trouble maker. “Is that what happened young miss?” He said softly to the young girl. His first day as a squire and the imagined quiet of the country already sounded more pleasant than the City. No matter. He would do what was right. He always did. ‘Give me a sign Gypsy.’

[Millicent]

3rd of Winter 513

A low off tune hum escaped Millicent lips as she made her way open for evening. People may have stared but she did notice. She did not even notice the fact she was skipping. Despite the rising goosebumps on her arm, the cold did not seem to bother her. Green houses are amazing. she was brimming with happiness. Her mind was filled with the thoughts of carefully tended plants and the smell of freshly tilled earth. She hardly even notice when she returned to her apartment.

Millicent fumbled in her pocket for her key. Frowning slightly, she her hands patted herself down. No big deal, I probably just left it at work. She said smiling again, though now she pulled her cloak back around her. Her humming started again as she made her way back to Soothing Waters, Her mind still found itself turning back to the Green house.

Getting to Soothing Waters did not take long, but there seemed to be a lot of people around. It was rather noise, so she guessed it was a popular time to bath. The attendants seemed to be hustling everywhere, and Millicent found herself glad she did not work nights. “Good evening ” Millicent called to the receptionist. “I think I might have left my key” Millicent found her self smiling broadly at the man.

The smirk on the man's face caused Millicent to shrug “ I know” His voice has a slight tone of satisfaction “ You seem in a better mood.” He threw the ring into the air, and she caught it with both hands. Receptionist turned his attention back to his work. Both of them looked up shouting and the clattering of a tray hitting the ground . Before Millicent realized what had happened, she was sprinting toward the entrance.

There was a large pale male holding a woman up by the scruff of her neck. Before Millicent could do anything, he tossed the woman against the wall. Suddenly Millicent found herself standing with arms outstretched between the man and the woman. Realizing this, her legs began to shake. Millicent opened her mouth to speak, but the man was still lost in rage. Before she could say anything, she found herself falling sideways.

As soon as she hit the ground, she pushed herself back. Her mind had yet to realize what had happened. She did notice that it was harder to see out of her right eye. Before she knew it she was standing with her arms outstretched again. It seems to Millicent that the man had calmed down a little.

The man started yelling at her, and Millicent winced away. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of alcohol and she winced as spittle landed on her face. She also begun to notice a hot stinging in her cheek. Her legs began to shake. Millicent felt a wave of disgust rise in her stomach. Don't you dare think of abandoning them Her mind demanded, as her fist clenched.

Millicent barely noticed the blurry figure of a man approaching from her right. She turned to look at him more clearly. Her eyes where drew to the Windoak symbol on his chest plate. A sigh escaped her lips and she allowed herself to sloop backwards. Her hand moved up to cover her right eye. A few tears started to form in her eyes. Biting her lips, she squinted her eyes to keep the tears in.

“Did you just call a employee of this bathing house a slut?” Millicent whispered in a voice laced with malice. Her hands tightened into fists. Her breathing quicken ad she fought to gain control of the sudden rage passing through her veins. “You are shameless brute” It slipped out of her mouth. Her hand slipped to her mouth.

“Well sir, I did not see anything. I was at the reception desk when I heard a crash and ran to investigate.” She whispered softly and bowing her head. “I can neither deny nor confirm what he has said.”Millicent offered. “What I can tell you is that this woman is a respectable of the Soothing Water staff.”

[Marrick Corvis]

From (previous thread linkj) Winter 3rd 513 AV The Kelvic did not need to wait long. The spritely little lady was very much ready to talk, and from the look of her balled up fist, defend these folk from this thug. “Oi see.” Marrick said in a voice darker than rum, yet not nearly as sweet. His eyes stayed trained on the traveler. “Is tha bonnie lais alroight?” He said with the slightest turns of his head. He was worried that the woman on the ground, propped up against the wall of Soothing Waters may have been injured severely. He was not one who enjoyed violence, but rather knew it had its place in the world. From the street behind him he could hear the groans of the woman as the receptionist checked her wound. “She seems to be concussed Ser Knight.” Marrick heard him say, and the thought of the receptionist’s mistake made him blush momentarily. Hopefully no one noticed. A concussion was serious. The Kelvic had caused plenty of them before. The problem though was that this man was claiming law from Ravok. A city Marrick knew well, yet Syliras was anything but Ravok. This city valued freedom. It valued justice, and independence. There was no mistake. This trader had infringed upon this poor woman, insulted her character, and physically maimed her. Maybe even killed her, it was too soon to tell. This man needed a night in the tank and at least a season’s worth of hard labor in the fields or elsewhere he could be taught to be useful. Or at the very least learn to respect the laws of a hosting city. “Well then, Oi’m afraid ye are in trouble ser.” The Kelvic said to the traveler, a look of cold seriousness in his eyes. The stranger did not take it well. His chubby pig face seemed to grow redder than it had already been, and he began to huff. “Oi’m afraid Oi’ll have to take ye inta custody.” “The pech you will yah dandified watchman! I am a tradesman! I have rights and that whore needed to be taught a lesson!” He shouted loudly as he flailed his arms wildly.

[Millicent]

3rd of Winter 513

Now that her heart had stopped pounding the dull pain around her eye began to turn into searing pain. She felt for the wall to her right, but she miss judged the distance and stumbled against it. The stability of the wall help keep her standing as her legs began to shake more. I can't see A icy cold feeling traveled through her body stilling her legs. Her fist clenched shut rightly, as a cold terror slipped through her mind.

She stared blankly at the squire as her mind tried to disperser his words. The growing pain made her not catch the meaning very quickly. Then she heard the receptionists voice call out something about a concussion. Millicent turned toward the injured woman, but hesitated. Doing so caused her to lose sight of the large man. Her head turned back to face him, and she could not bring herself to look away. Keeping her good eye on him, she edged against the wall toward the girl.

Millicent bit her lips to retain a sudden giggle as the mans face turn the red like a rose. Now is not the time She reminded herself, but still found herself staring at the man. Wrinkled formed on her forehead and her mouth opened slightly in confusion. She could not begin to fathom what he was thinking. Her body tensed again as the man seemed to grow violent.

Then Millicent did something reckless again. As the man started to flail at the squire, Millicent found herself sprinting between the squire and the man. Lunging forward, she threw herself in the way of the punch. What little training Millicent had in the past kicked in. Her arms moved up in a u shape across her chest and she took the blow on the arm. Being in the air, Millicent was knocked backward and hit the wall with a thud.

Falling to her knees, she pushed herself body up with one fist while cradling other arm to her chest. Her eyes narrowed to slits, and Millicent heard an almost inhuman scream of rage echo around her. Suddenly she was running forward at man, but did not remember standing up. He seemed to wince away from her sudden charge.

Her body twist so that her right fist was behind her, and then she thrust it forward with all her weight and momentum. It seemed like she was somehow watching from another mind, because she did not remember telling her body to do this. The blow struck home just below the man's solarplex, but nothing seemed to happen.

Millicent stared up into the man's eyes for what seemed like forever. Then a sharp pain spread form her fist through her arm. She brought her hand back and shook it. Hearing laughter, she looked back up at the man, then felt a sudden force knocking her sideways. Before she knew what happened, she was laying on the ground to the left of the man. She could hear him laughing at her still as he held his hand up and away from his body. She could not quiet make it out, but she thought he said something about this being best the city had.

The right side of Millicent's face was numb, but she felt a warm liquid leaking from her nose. Forcing herself up, she stood on shaking legs to face the man again. At this point, she had forgotten about the squire even being here. She whipped her nose on the back of her head, but did not dare look at it. Trying to call on half remembered lessons, she adopted something that could be mistaken for a fighting stance

[Marrick Corvis]

The Thug was a dervish of intoxicated stupidity as his limbs flailed. All it took was the slightest of backward leans and Marrick dodged the slow swipe of the traveler’s fist. The Kelvic acted instinctually as he dropped into a familiar combative stance. His feet spread to a comfortable distance, making his knees bend and his center fall into a state of equilibrium. Though even before he could throw a punch, the stout hearted little girl had closed the gap and blocked the thugs follow up strike. The force of his fist knocked her back and away like a ragdoll, no surprise considering her size. Her fall drew his attention away from their attacker which cost Marrick a blow to his shoulder. It was a full bodied hit with the force of the man’s lack of feeling. The Kelvic weathered the punch, which required a measure of movement in his footing. Though, his dissipation of the energy didn’t stop him from grunting from the pain. With a measure of amazement, as Marrick regained his footing, the little girl had recovered and was going after the Traveler again. She shrieked like a bird of prey as she threw her punch at the man’s midsection. The brave little lady may as well have been a lioness, fierce and hungry to put this scoundrel down. Though, for all her ferocity, it didn’t prevent the loud snapping sound that her wrist made when she made contact with the man’s chest. The Kelvic winced slightly, his eyes narrowing, as he remembered doing that once himself when he was still green to the streets. The fact that this little girl managed to land a hit seemed to surprise the man such that he laughed. Then, with a wide sweep of his large hand he threw her sideways again. “Is this the best that Syliras has to offer?” He shouted mirthfully. Marrick could see the girl’s nose was broken, and the other injuries she had sustained were taking their toll. Yet she stood bravely, and wiped away the blood that she barely noticed. ‘Tough wee nugget!’ He thought to himself as he brought his attention back in line with his target. This traveller was a menace, and the world would do better to be rid of him. Fortunately for him, Marrick had no idea how to use a sword. Otherwise this swine of a man would be a pig spitted on the long blade of his new weapon. With a swift hop the Kelvic moved into striking distance. The man realized a little too late that Marrick had moved on him, apparently he had thought the fight was over. Though, the thug still tried to shove the squire away with a hard punch to the Kelvic’s chest. What happened next was quick and decisive. As the thug brought his fist in for the hit, Marrick shifted his weight onto his rear foot. As the Kelvic’s foot slid back to soften the power of the blow, he brought his arm across his chest and redirected the fat man’s strike before it could land. The Thug over extended in his reach, and Marrick grabbed his arm in one hand and back fisted him with the other. As the Kelvic let go of the man’s arm, he reeled backward to gain some distance. Though Marrick would leave him little ground to retreat to as he advanced with a quick hop forward. Marrick jabbed hard with his left fist, flexing the wrist taught just before it landed against the fat man’s jaw. The vague awareness of a fine red mist that flew from the Scoundrels mouth, registered as he withdrew with a hiss of breath. In that infinitesimal moment, Marrick followed with a right hook, and was secretly delighted at the satisfying snap of the thugs nose breaking. The man fell to the ground in an awkward fat heap, where like a cat pouncing on a mouse, Marrick leapt onto his chest. The man spat curses at him as he struggled to get up with the full weight of a man on top of him. He kicked and flailed until at last the Kelvic knocked him cold with a well-placed punch to the jaw. In that moment Marrick stood up from the unconscious man, only to realize he had been panting. He was a tight ball of nerves and emotion. He wanted to roar over his opponent like some crazed animal, though silence he knew, was where his head needed to be. He breathed deeply through his nose and out through his mouth until he had reached a measure of control. He knelt one last time and removed a set of shackles from a pouch in his belt. For the briefest of pauses he held them in his hand, a look of disgust on his face. To hold something he had worn like a badge of shame in his hand gave him confused and mixed feelings. Then with a feeling of respite in his heart, he rolled the man over onto his belly and put him in irons. With a sigh, he stood again and turned his attention to the victims. The woman who had been injured first had someone tending her, so he looked to the brave hearted little girl. “Are ye alroight dear girl? Marrick said, a look of grave concern on his face as he began to understand the scope of her injuries.

[Millicent]

3rd of Winter 513

Despite all the brave front Millicent put up, Her legs trembled and her hands dropped to around her chest. Her breathing came out in pants, and she forced her hands back up. Trying to step forward, she found herself going backwards. Her mouth opened in confusion as she stared up at both the men. Placing her palms on the ground, she tired to push herself up, but her arms felt like jelly. Maybe I will just let him take it from here

Pushing with her legs, she scooted herself back to a wall and rest against it. She let her head fall back to rest against the cold stone. Her head turned slightly watch the fight. Millicent looked over in time to see the squire get hit in the chest. Her heart skipped a beat. Pushing with her feet and hands, she used to wall to pull herself back to her feet. I need to be stronger Her heart raced, but the rest of her body was not able to responds Pushing away from the wall, she stumbled back against it, and slide back down.

A small sigh of relief escaped Millicent as it was clear that the squire was not hurt. Her left eye closed for a second, but with a struggle, she forced it back open. She could not tell what had happened, but the scoundrel fall over. She imagined that the whole ground shook with his fall. Suddenly there was darkness. It took Millicent a second to realize her eye was closed and for her to open it back again.

Apparently more time had passed than a second, because the squire was now standing above her. Her left eye opened wide, and her mouth hung open as her mind grasp at his words. A sticky feeling of guilt washed over her, but she forced her lips upward in a grin. “Another victory for justice” She offered softly.

The concerned looked made her squirm, and look away from him. “I am fine, I will just rest here a minute” She mumbled. Her breathing was starting to grow more stable. However her adrenaline has finally worn itself out and she was hurting everywhere. Her right eye in particular felt like it was burning.

Looking back at the squire, she noticed he was still frowning at her. Without thinking, she started to raise her right hand, but gave a small wince. Instead she rose her left, and softly touched his cheek, and pushed up gently. “Go worry about someone important.” She said letting her hand drop. “I will be fine in a few minutes” Those words seemed good to her. They seemed like words a side character would say in one of her fairy tales.

OOCI am afraid I may have hurt her a little to much to train. Maybe we could do a time skip to an hour latter? Or could end it without training.

[Marrick Corvis]

Marrick could tell the poor girl was exhausted by her ordeal. She rested in an uncomfortable looking heap against the wall near her compatriots from Soothing Waters. When the little girl spoke of justice he smiled, and knelt to inspect her wounds. She seemed a spirited girl. Her complaining at his attentions showed more than she likely had hoped. Her ragged breathing seemed to be improving, though her wounds would take days to heal and it would be likely days till her bruises even began to turn black. The little Kelvic knew a good beating when he saw one. “Don’t squirm an let me have a look at ye dear girl!” He said with a smirk as he removed his gloves. He breathed onto his hands to warm them a bit before he reached out and gently touched the side of her head where the blood had been flowing from. The blood had staunched on its own it seemed, but it had left some damage. As gentle as his feathers falling on a sheet of velum he plied the flesh near her eye and saw a shallow cut above it. Marrick hissed briefly in empathy as looked over the wound. “Ye moight stand a bit a’ healin.” He said as he moved his hand and ever so gently patted down her arms for breaks. As he felt around as modestly as he could manage he tried to make small talk. “Yer eye is alroight. It’s still ther but ye’ll be black n’ blue fer a whoile. Might even ‘ave a bit o’ swellin.” He was worried she couldn’t hear him as her reactions seemed muted. Until at last she touched his cheek which brought his attention to the girls eyes. He felt the slickness of the little bit of blood as her fingers touched his cheek gently. “Go worry about someone important. I will be fine in a few minutes” she said selflessly. He smiled softly at her, hiding his concern just enough. “Alroight, now I know something is amess.” He said as he shuffled around to the girl’s side. As he brought her arm over his shoulder and around his neck he turned his attention to the receptionist. “Oy! Do ye ‘ave anyone with medical skills here at Soothing waters?” He said with an edge of urgency in his voice. “Are you kidding?” The receptionist said with a look of slight offense. “We aren’t healers, but we have some herbalists.” Marrick nodded thoughtfully and scooped the young lady up in his arms, holding her against his breast plate. With the slow purposeful movement of a bear he carried her into Soothing Waters behind the receptionist and the injured woman. The receptionist lead them to a quiet private room where he laid the girl on one of their comfy pallets. “Ye’ll forgive meh, I need te take tha’ scoundrel to tha tank. We well meet again.” He said with a nod and a wink, before he gathered his cloak and went outside to collect his prisoner. The man on the ground had just begun to groggily wake, which gave Marrick the time to gather his gloves and put them on before he manhandled the tradesman to his feet and carted him off to the tank.

[Vanari]

Marrick

Observation	+3 XP
Interrogation	+1 XP
Intimidation	+1 XP
Intelligence	+1 XP
Unarmed Combat	+1 XP
Body Building	+1 XP

Lores :

• A New Squire in Town
• Marching Orders, Whitevane Patron
• Starting Duties Off With a Bang
• The Drunken Tradesman from Ravok
• A Tough Wee Nugget
• Soothing Waters: My First Arrest

loot :

+2 Shield Points!

Millicent

Observation	+3 XP
Endurance	+2 XP
Rhetoric	+1 XP
Unarmed Combat	+1 XP
Persuasion	+1 XP

Lores :

• A Forgotten Key, a Heroic Deed
• Standing Up to Drunken Brutes
• Being a Human Shield
• I Need to Be Stronger!
• Fairytale Lines: Don't Worry About Me

Notes :

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