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Post by Enmyria on Jan 31, 2012 22:53:22 GMT -5
|   Three, two, one. The count down was the only numbers she knew but when you were as good as she was, counting wasn't a skill you had to have. Enmyria waited until they passed the mark the others had shown her and then 'let' herself fall down the hill, scrambling to her feet. Her shirt was ripped in a few suggestive places but the vest she word kept everything tucked in and mostly covered. Her light red hair fell down and around her because it made her look vulnerable and weak. With no weapon on she faced the ten men coming at her, and 'tipped' as she ran at them. Looking up from the ground she called, "Help me! Please!"
One of the men ran forward, clearly taken in by her looks while a few of the others looked the way she had came to see who might be chasing her. When the man got to her, and reached for her she grabbed the handle of his sword and used it to sink into his belly before using her foot to push him back off the blade.
The men with her charged down the hill from the other side, while the fighting broke out. Looking at the next man that was coming at her she flipped her new sword and let the battle begin. There were seven men with her, and she'd make eight. Using the fighting she learned from her brothers she sent another man to meet his maker.
Now the sides were even--though not too even. She counted as two men, so the scales were in her favor surely. | 
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Post by Alvarr on Jan 31, 2012 23:08:24 GMT -5
Scouring the woods had become a part of Alvarr's life. His vow of vengeance forced him on this path. And he was content with that. To be hunted like a dog, only to rise to fame as his name spread on the tongues of men and whispers in the crowd. Alvarr: the renegade sorcerer. Alvarr: the freedom fighter. Alvarr: the vigilante. He would be the savior that freed the everyone from persecution and tyranny. While he had a long ways to go, he felt more driven than ever. He was already building a small army. Granted, it consisted of ill trained men but that was not what they needed. He needed men as passionate in his cause. Whether it was illusionary passion, caused by his eloquent words, it was still passion. One that would drive them closer to their cause; to Alvarr's cause.
His thoughts were pulled from his mind when a body rolled down the hill. One of his men immediately rushed toward it. Of course he would. It was a woman before them; chivalry had nothing do with it Alvarr suspected. He would really need to teach his men not to be so naive. For succumbing to such distractions would.....do exactly this. Before the chance to react was before him, an ambush of men surrounded Alvarr and his own. The sorcerer pulled his sword from between its belt though his intrigue lay more with the woman. The damsel in distress who had already managed to take down a couple of his men. It was people like that who Alvarr needed on his team. Be with woman or man, her skill was undeniable.
Distraction was not a hindrance in this opportunity that lay before him. For his mind often worked well in the midst of battle or discourse. He may be plotting but he defended himself for his death would only be a waste. He blocked the swings of these other ill trained men, but they had the advantage of numbers. And the advantage of her. Whomever she was. She had captured Alvarr's interest and this was not something so easily done. He may be able to administer a few strikes of his own, but he was by no means a gifted warrior. His gift was that of magic, yet he restrained himself. There could be a higher purpose to this than to render each person here lifeless. No. This fight would not be won with magic; but perhaps wit. With a few of his men having fled, and the rest dead, Alvarr stood there, sword in hand but surrounded by others. Fear was not on his face, but surrender was as he dropped his sword to the ground. |
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Post by Enmyria on Jan 31, 2012 23:34:02 GMT -5
| "How disappointing." Enmyria called out as the last man that was standing and had not fled dropped his weapon. 'Hold your tounge girl, do--' "What your mouth fat man." She called back, not taking kindly to being told to hold her tounge nor to being called girl when she was the weapon that kept them feed! She watched as he glared at her but nor did she care! She could best them all with her skill! And not even when they were drunk--which they were half the time! 'Do you know who this is?' He asked, and she shurgged, clearly not knowing what he found so fasanting. 'There be a bounty on his head in the big city. Me thinks we should claim it.' Enmyria snorted and when they looked at her she shrugged again, "Your thinking will get us killed. There is a bounty on your head too."
'But not on yours!' He reminded her, "Because i've not had a chance!" Give her time and she'd be known for owning these woods and making any travelers in here her bitch! 'We will turn him in! Bid him and take him to camp.' Enmyria shrugged again, clearly not caring nor about to follow anyone's orders before turning to look for coin in the dead men's pockets. "What's he wanted for?" She asked as some of the men pulled him off to their camp to be bound to a tree. 'wanted for?' "I am going to guess he did something besides have a pretty face?" 'For being a foe of Camelot's.' "Oh." That was vauge, "How anti-climtic." |
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Post by Alvarr on Jan 31, 2012 23:56:47 GMT -5
Sometimes the less you say, the better. This was one of those times. Although Alvarr's greatest weapon was his words, they were presently unneeded. Listening to the bickering among the crowd that had captured him, he knew enough. That they held no loyalties to each other. That the woman was boastful of her skills. And this was something that Alvarr would feed into. Praise her for. It was rare to see a female combatant with such abilities in handling a sword. And he wished to fully grasp and properly take advantage of this rarity. Plus, her disinterest in his identity and the reward he had attached to his head, was another reason he believed he could sway her to his cause. It was why he did not struggle now as he was being led to their camp.
Both of his arm's were being firmly grasped by two men who walked alongside him. He was pushed to the ground, his arms bound behind him against the rough texture of the tree. He said nothing. He would not ask to be released. Especially when he could loosen the ropes with the vocalization of but a few foreign words. It was not about showing off his power. There was more strength by playing mind games than by putting all your cards on the table at once. Right now the objective was not to escape. But to discover more about this woman. He watched the group of men for a moment as they stared at him. Almost looking unsure as to what to do with him now.
They would venture back to Camelot and believe that they had him imprisoned. If he could not convince this woman to join him, then he would make his escape. As swiftly as possible. If you plan to turn me in, best know the name of the man. For the woman's benefit as she seemed to be the only one who did not know him. He was hardly surprised, though he wished to change this by granting her this beneficial knowledge. His eyes went to hers, locking onto her fair facial features. Hardened with strength. My name is Alvarr, he introduced, not taking his eyes off of her for a moment. Though behind his gaze was not crude lust. It held more of a softened interest. Controlling what was conveyed in his expressions was a skill he'd well mastered. Moments like this proved its advantage. |
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 1, 2012 0:27:00 GMT -5
| If you plan to turn me in, best know the name of the man. Enmyria had walked back to their camp and was about to make off with her share of the spoils before the men got drunk and stupid. She'd learned long ago that you didn't stay around drunk and stupid men even when you can beat them with a sword. It wasn't worth the effort. My name is Alvarr, Walking closer to him she looked down at him, trying to figure out why he kept watching her. And why it wasn't with the normal looks men gave her.
"Heard of you," She told him, admitting as much. Though what she'd heard hardly matched the man. He was tall and looked better then the normal unbathed and stinking men that roamed these woods, but the name he gave was one of a fighter. A warrior! "Pity you are nothing like your name." For then her little band of men would not have stood a chance, for the his name was known to fight and kill KNIGHTS of Camelot, so a little band of idiots and herself should not have been something he surrendered too. "You should take comfort in knowing that when one of them idiots takes you to the city, that they will hanged with you." She told him cheekily because she sure as hell wasn't going in the city to turn anyone in. She didn't trust the city! Too many people and the scales were not in her favor. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 0:39:21 GMT -5
So she had heard of him. Yet she was disappointed by his easy submission. Which was precisely what Alvarr wanted her to be in this moment. What made a man feared, was what others did not know about him. To calculate what one could not see. Fear what they did not know. Had he shown all his abilities, he would have no advantage. He would have just gained his freedom. This gave him the chance to gain more than his freedom. He could gain another follower. One that would bring something that his band of renegades was massively lacking: a skilled swordsman. Or in this instance, swordswoman. Her next words further proved that she held no loyalty to these men. For the thought of his escort hanging with him elicited no sympathy from her. None that he could detect.
She was also wise enough to not accompany them. It brought forth the question of why though. Money does not interest you, he concluded rather than questioned. Why keep me alive if it will only cost one of your men their heads? He wanted to learn more of her relations to these men. But also, try and grant her emancipation. It was evident that she believed herself superior. He wanted to feed into this. Which was why he referred to them as 'her men'. Not establishing her as a follower, but as their leader. For was it not her strength that she reminded them of. Her skills. He had seen her fight and where others lacked combat, she compensated for it. Which was why Alvarr was going to bring her to his side. By tomorrow, she would be untying the ropes that bound him. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 1:11:18 GMT -5
There it was. Confirmation. That she held no binding loyalty. Easier to turn a person against their comrades if there was nothing sealing them together. They were of no familial relation. Whatever connections she had to these men, were breakable. And he would indeed destroy it. He gave the slightest of smiles; an expression of a hint of defeat. As if he knew when he was beaten. Though in reality, he was far from it. She merely asked him questions that the answers would serve no purpose to. It is not violence I seek, he told her. His reputation as a warrior was true, but he did not pride himself in skills with a sword. He prided himself with his skills as magic.
Violence was the answer to bring down Uther. But right now, there was no need to preach. Unless he was certain she was ready to listen. Though she had seated herself only a few feet away, now was not the time. She was not yet ready. It was not the sight of a few men that forced my hand in surrender. He paused, his gaze dropping to the ground, as if there was a deeper meaning in his words. Which there was. Even though the subtly was intentional. It was not the sight of men that had forced him to drop his sword. It was the sight of her. This was not blatant lie. It had been his intrigue with her that captivated him. Only she did not yet know that. And until he could reveal true purpose, he would continue to discreetly praise her skill.
The discretion only preventing him from looking as if he was trying too hard. After all, they had the whole night. He need only keep her interest peaked. And that would not be so easy if he offered all his flattery at once. It needed to build up slowly. Slowly, and carefully. His eyes raised to meet hers once more. The greatest challenge for a person is to accept their fate. Should this be mine, then why deny myself a few more prolonged moments of life. There was no need to fight to his death. But to prolong his survival. Even though, it was really only for her. To know her. To have her join him. Everything about this small last minute plan, revolved around her. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 1:39:37 GMT -5
It was time to turn this conversation around. She was asking him legitimate questions. Yet ones that he could not yet answer. No manipulator let their victim know they were being manipulated. That was a rookie mistake. To reveal all before the task was complete. It was her attitude that only re-enforced his right decision about this. To fight until the end. That was something they both held in common. Even if his motives and incentive differed from hers. He could equalize them. Make their purpose the same. And what do you fight for? He questioned, turning the conversation to focus on her, rather than his presumably sealed fate. What endless battle do you fight and seek to win? He further inquired. If he could learn a little about what drove her, then he could lure her over more easily.
While he was a patient man, the sooner he found out the better. Though it must be handled with the utmost delicacy. Before he began his preaching of those innocents who died every day, he needed to find out her cause. Because she did not seem like the kind of woman who would fight for him, out of the desire for justice. For fairness. For the freedom of sorcerers. No. There was something else he would need to convince her. Not morality. But...whatever it was that led her to this path of combat and kidnapping for reward. And whatever landed her to be in the company of such useless men with no hope for a great future. Or, as she described the: half sober idiots. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 2:17:37 GMT -5
She gave him her name, and that was what he had wanted. For her to offer this information without him asking. It showed a certain comfort level that had developed. A faint level of trust. Where she offered her name. Perfect. This was going rather well. Her words and body language further displayed her rising comfort level. As she shifted a bit closer to him, and continued to speak of what she longed for. Or what she was confident of. To have her name built to be greater than what it was. If she fought for herself, and she wished to make a name, then he could offer these things. Only, grant her position more favorable than the one she was currently in. He turned to look at her, a faint smile on his lips. A glimmer of intrigue in his eyes. A beautiful name, he complimented. If she was so used to be in the company of drunk imbeciles, than such eloquent words would surely flatter. If not, then it was a situation that he could easily redeem himself of.
One that will remain undiscovered if you remain in this company. Because these were not the kind of men you built a reputation around. He was the kind of man she should be associating herself with. Such association is beneath you Enmyria, he said, a fervent passion in his tone, as if he really wanted her to be greater than who she was. One who humored drunk men who had no grand plan in life. She was not a woman that would be won over with pretty words over her physical appearance. Alvarr did not doubt she had received such praise for her beauty before. She craved adventure; thrill. The joy of combat. To demonstrate her skills. I have seen you with a blade and never have my eyes laid rest to a more impressive sight. Not entirely true. But he hoped he already had her exactly where he needed her. You can be more than this. And such talent, such skill, is only going to waste when around these men. Around men with no future. |
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 1, 2012 2:39:01 GMT -5
| A beautiful name, He was so impressed by everything she did! Enmyria smiled, rather pleased with herself at this point. One that will remain undiscovered if you remain in this company. That made the smile drop down some, and fade away as he kept speaking about her goals. Such association is beneath you Enmyria, Looking back behind her at the drunks for a moment she turned to face Alvarr again.
I have seen you with a blade and never have my eyes laid rest to a more impressive sight. Good! She liked being the most impressive thing that he's seen in his life. Had he not been about to die, she'd had taken him off somewhere and impressed him more with other skills she was learning. Though these ones not taught to her by her brothers. You can be more than this. And such talent, such skill, is only going to waste when around these men. Yes, they were. That was growing clear to her now. "You can't play with the big boys until you're a big girl." She told him, "Until my name means something, drunken idiots are all there is." But he had a name. He had a reputation that suggested power. She could hear the men behind her getting louder, which meant that she needed to leave. First there was something she wanted to know. "You have name that stand tall. What did you do to earn it?" Besides surrender to her. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 3:09:51 GMT -5
She seemed to be intrigued by him. Almost as much as he was intrigued by her. For she was not lashing out. Nor shutting him down. She was engaging in conversation, which was a sure sign that he had peaked her interest. Now he just needed to keep those flames ignited. Until the fire was so great, that he had himself another addition to his building army. A most valuable addition at that. For she would be the first female in his faction of renegades. He remained pensively silent when she questioned what he did to make a name for himself. He knew what he did. What he had to do. He only remained contemplative to make it seem like he was truly thinking about her question. What did he do to earn his name.
I did not rely on others to make my name for me. Which was what she was doing. Waiting for others to help build her reputation. One had to be proactive. It was how Alvarr had began this. He was not the only one who was bitter against the tyrannical king. He was just the one who was passionate enough to rise against it. And in doing so, had attracted others to join his cause. You should do the same. Not rely on these drunken fools. Really, his point was to have her rely on him to build her name. But once again, he could not say that just yet. For if he suggested such a thing, the true purpose of this entire conversation would be revealed. And it would be clear that he was just stringing her along. He heard the men growing boisterous and his gaze went to them as if he was interested in their actions, before returning to her. Let my parting words to you be ones that remind you that no drunken fool ever left a mark in this world. So she should not depend on them to make a name for herself. |
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 1, 2012 3:19:10 GMT -5
| I did not rely on others to make my name for me. She wasn't either! No, they were relying on her! She was pulling them! Not them her! You should do the same. And do what? Work alone? Let my parting words to you be ones that remind you that no drunken fool ever left a mark in this world. Parting? He was tired to a tree, where was her going--oh! right! They were going to kill him. She'd forgotten. Proof they were idiots.
"There is no one else," She told him, "If you don't have name, then the only thing men want from you is the same thing they can get from the tarven maids. I have not built a name yet. Until I either get coin, or a name . . . . " She looked behind her and they were starting to notice she was there. Joy. She pulled her sword closer to her and shifted up to sit on her knees so it was easier to jump up and fight. "Then it's the expendable the crew." Which was about to get expended. Oh the bright side, he might not get hung tomorrow.
"Things are about to go south," Any idiot could see them getting bold behind her, "If you want, I can cut you free before they came over here and make me hurt them." |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 3:34:21 GMT -5
Alvarr knew what she was talking about. Yet she had potential. Which convinced him that she was better suited and more useful to him than any man who wished to have their way with her. Or any drunken fool that needed her as the brawn on their team. She gripped her blade, as if she was preparing for combat. Alvarr could have waited an even longer time to see if he had swayed her mind. But she then offered to cut him free. And that was all the conviction he needed to make his power known. To show that he was not a helpless fool. That he had his name for a reason. He could see the man growing drunker. And her offer for his freedom, without any conditions, proved that he had won her over.
Or at least began to. He could work the rest. There is no need, he informed her. He turned his head to the side a bit and uttered the foreign words that he had put off saying. For good reason too. Unspanne þás mægþ With these words his eyes flashed golden and the rope loosened around him and fell to the ground. He brought his arms forward though still stayed seated on the ground. Proof, that he did not need to be assisted. Proof, that he was kept here out of free will. His eyes remained on the men only for a moment before they returned to Enmyria's face. His eyes showed nothing apart from that same subtle softness he had looked at her with before.
His attempt to lure her to him was not yet over. Come with me and make a name for yourself. Or stay here, and be held back by fools. He heard one of the men shout in the distance that the prisoner was free. Alvarr quickly rose to his feet, speaking simultaneously. Now is the time to decide, he added, fully prepared to defend himself. He still held back though. To test her. To see if she would fight in his defense. Fight to protect him. For he wanted to see how far she would go. Would she strike down these now armed men who came toward him? Or was her true loyalty still in question? Alvarr was about to find out. |
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