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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Aug 18, 2010 12:35:38 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Vaughn couldn't help but deepy chuckle at the knight's words. He was entertaining that was for certain. Perhaps Vaughn would not immediately dismiss his company after all. "Such histrionics for a man who claims he is independant to think for himself. When really, the allegiance that you owe, makes you a prisoner." Vaughn was not shy to speak his mind. For a man who did not fear death found no reason to restrain himself from speaking whatever thought entered his head, no matter how insulting or how dangerous.
"They are pleasurable duties indeed," Vaughn said, not taking his comment as a criticism, wondering if the knight had meant them to be. "They are pleasurable to any man. Even one who is restricted by the rules and guidance of another," he added, referring to Lancelot of course. Vaugh had no allegiance; he had burned those bridges years ago and did not regret it thus far. He doubted he ever would. "Why else would you be here, drinking to your hearts content."
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Aug 18, 2010 12:16:23 GMT -5
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Aug 18, 2010 11:27:07 GMT -5
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Aug 14, 2010 9:22:23 GMT -5
Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Vaughn was a bit disappointed that they would avoid their first potential fight, but getting in was Alistair's goal: not engaging in combat. "And here I was, overestimating the guards intelligence," he said as he looked up at the wall, quickly mentally figuring out the best route to climb to the nearest window. Once he got that quick mental image, he commenced the climbing process. He expected Alistair to follow or climb along side him.
"Don't fall. Your head will be smashed and your blood will forever stain the ground of Gwent. Such a disappointing place to end ones life." Vaughn did not fear death, but to die in such a way, would just be ridiculous. He was not impressed by this kingdom. He was not impressed by any kingdom but he would still rather not die in a place that left some sort of legacy or part of him. A blood stained ground was one of them.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Aug 14, 2010 9:14:10 GMT -5
   Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Vaughn was intrigued, to say the very least, with this woman. There was something about her. No. To say that was an understatement. There was something great about her. Something Vaughn had never quite encountered before. Her laughter, her words, calling him pitiful. If Vaughn was a bit more sensitive, perhaps he would care that she had just insulted him. But he did not. Instead, he gave a slight smirk, watching her very closely as she came closer to him, unable to take his eyes off of her. It was however a little unexpected that she had called him child. There could not be a significance age difference between the two of them. She looked far too young to exceed his age.
"Vaughn," he answered plainly, trying to determine what was so, different about this woman. She was beautiful, granted, and that made it easier for Vaughn to say in her company. "And what would the most powerful creature for miles around be called?" He asked, wondering what her name was. His smirk became more obvious, as he was completely unafraid of her. Vaughn hated asking multiple questions at once, but his interest had been raised and he could not help it. "I'm certain I could be of a great use to you," He agreed, though he meant it and said it in a more flirtatious way that she had probably meant it. Saying it in such a tone and manner, was his way of trying to find out more about what she meant in a way other than asking so many questions.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Aug 14, 2010 9:04:02 GMT -5
Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Vaughn was still in Camelot. It was not as if he particularly liked this city, but it was busy enough for him to find some entertainment in. Especially with the strict laws it imposed. The strictness would only make it more fun to break them. He was initially sitting, looking around and surveying the crowd. While he did not speak much, his mind was constantly working, trying to plan things out. When he decided to go for a drink, or maybe just wander aimlessly around the city, he stood up and paused for a moment, only to have something bump into him.
He spun around, looking at a small boy. His expression was unreadable before he broke into a crooked smile. "Why, that is quite alright. Are you hurt at all?" Truthfully, Vaughn did not care. He was not a polite, caring kind of person but he ensured his question was asked with a false concern that he forced, appearing to actually be worried for the well being of this boy.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Jul 30, 2010 11:07:07 GMT -5
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Jul 30, 2010 11:04:43 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Wow. This man talked a lot. A little too much for Vaughn's comfort. Then again, he did not enjoy engaging in most conversations. He just found it a way to further provoke people. And what other fun did the world hold? "None what so ever," Vaughn replied when the man asked what interest he had in him. Vaughn did not care. He cared about nothing or no one, especially not this man. But still, he wondered if this could end in a good classic bar fight. Not right away. Vaughn had just gotten started on his drinks. It was still early.
"I see that you take your duty as a knight very seriously. Being here to have a few drinks, one too many, and perhaps enjoy the company of a woman." Vaughn smirked. All knights were the same. Mindless drones taking empty oaths, getting nothing in return but ridiculous pride in wearing a crest that stood only for greed.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Jul 30, 2010 10:58:27 GMT -5
Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Vaughn was doing what he normally did. Wandering the ends of the earth. He had no destination. No compass. He just walked the world, no ties to anything or anyone and that was the way it would always remain. Of course, all the traveling led him to meet very interesting people. Today, he would meet probably one of the most interesting of all. He was not certain where he was, nor did he care. It was a wooded area, concealed with trees, and he continued to weave through them on foot, leading his horse as it was far too difficult to maneuver the both of them through the narrow space.
That was when he heard a low voice. It was a woman's voice of course, but it was foreign words for Vaughn did not recognize them. He had to go closer. He lacked any attempt to approach the woman cautiously for he cared very little about the dangers of the world. It did not take long for her to hear him walked through. He tied his horse to a tree and decided to make his entrance alone. When he did, he was pleased by what he saw. A beautiful, captivating woman. Even Vaughn recognized beauty when he saw it; though the only beauties the world held were women. He smiled, not a friendly smile as it lacked any joviality. "Now what is a beautiful woman like you, doing alone in a place like this. Have you not heard of all the dangers that lurk around the woods." Little did he know the irony in his statement.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Jul 30, 2010 10:50:29 GMT -5
Even though Vaughn had not expected her to be so bold, he chuckled deeply at her actions. She was stammering. Clearly, he was still having an affect on her. Not only did she speak, buts he stepped away. More of a distance than he would have liked, for his sword would be too obvious. He took a few steps towards her, smiling devilishly. "I am the man you dared throw a tomato at." Honestly, Vaughn did not care about the tomato. It just gave him a reason to harass this woman; this one particular person out of the whole crowd.
"And who are you. So bold to speak against me." Again, he did not care who she was. He would annoy her and he would not even ask her name. She was a person, just like the million other people in the world. She was of no concern or consequence to him.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Jul 30, 2010 10:45:36 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
If there was one thing that Vaughn loved, it was a challenge; especially if that challenge served no purpose. Tonight would be one of those cases. He would team up with Alistair; an acquaintance. He was someone Vaughn spend more time with than anything in the past few years. He did not like to be attached to anyone and while he did not see himself as attached to the other man, he did tend to have fun with him. So why not. Vaughn was dressed in his usual dark armor. He watched from a distance for a few moments, before making sure that the guard wearing the crest of Gwent was Alistair and not the actual guard.
Vaughn approached him. "That is a nice color on you," he mocked, looking at Alistair with a 'you look ridiculous' expression. "Ready?" He asked, not really caring about the answer. A sinister smile played on his lips. He would take as much gold and riches as he could carry. After all, a man had to eat. And drink. And have some fun. Vaugn did not care so much if he stuck out. As long as one of them was dressed like a knight from Gwent, he could vouch for the man who was not. He kept his sword in the holder, wondering how stupid the guards were, and if they really could just stroll through the castle gates.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 24, 2010 13:16:15 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Vaughn looked at the man who took a seat at the table next to him, as he had briefly made eye contact with him. Vaughn's gaze at the stranger was not so brief though, and he continued to look at him, as he ordered his drink. Another knight; another fool. He smirked, turning back to the drink in front of him. "What brings such a loyal servant to the crown to such a place on such a night?" He asked, not really caring about the answer, but asking it anyway as a means to introduce something to mock the man about. He hated knights. Yes, he himself was one by only by appearance, not in the heart. And that indeed make all the difference.
While Vaughn was no longer making eye contact with the man, his words were obviously directed towards him. He never made the effort to be polite to others. By bother. Vaughn did not plan on seeing this man ever again after tonight, so he did not care in the least about what he thought of him. Vaughn had no reputation to protect to uphold. All he had was the constant craving to make things a little more interesting in life. Who knows. Perhaps he would be lucky and this particular knight lacked the virtue of patience.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 16, 2010 16:48:45 GMT -5
::vaughn:: Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
The only reason Vaughn knew he was in Mercia, was because someone had demanded to know where he had come from. He does not take well to demands, so made up some horrible, yet elaborate story about his business here. He did not want to engage in an altercation yet, for then he would surely be thrown in a dungeon and that sort of confinement was what Vaughn disliked most in the world. Instead, he traveled on, though the weather was not entirely cooperative. Then again, the rain could be rather refreshing, though he still sought shelter for what he needed was a good drink.
He went on until he came across a pub in one of the small villages. The rain was pouring heavily and the late hour, were both things that made the pub extremely crowded at this time. Vaughn handed his horse over to a man who put them with the others, and after tossing him a few coins for his service, Vaughn entered the pub. His hair and cape was dripping wet, though amongst the business no one seemed to notice or pay any attention to him. He went to one of the empty tables, it was in fact the only empty table, as sat down. Taking off his gloves, he motioned to one of the workers to bring him a drink. The drink came rather quickly, something Vaughn was relieved about. As soon as he got it, he took a large sip before setting it down in front of him. He was in no rush, he could take his time to enjoy it. He looked at his drink, though his mind was no focused on it. He was listened to all the different conversations, picking up on random words from each one, and subtley eying the different crowds of drunk men and women. Idiots. They were all idiots.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 16, 2010 15:45:02 GMT -5
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or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Boredom was going to be the death of Vaughn. It would be an ironic way to die indeed, but with the pace tonight was going, it was entirely a possibility. As as if fate happened to hear him and heed to his desire for something more exciting to happen, he saw a woman try to get his attention. Now, Vaughn was not the kind of knight who went out of his way to aid someone, even if it was a woman. He had to get something out of it, even if it was just a sense of adventure. This mind set and the fact that he had absolutely nothing else to do, was what made him approaching the woman who had tried, and successfully, motioned for his attention.
He brought his horse to a complete stop when he was near her, but did not dismount. He looked at her, up and down, noticing her garment and the fact that it did not look like that of a poor peasant. "Is it not late for a woman such as yourself to be wandering such a dangerous place?" He did not really care. He did not know her, and even if he did, it would not have made a difference for his level of concern would not have raised even in the slightest bit.
[[We can just start it off and see where it goes. I do not have any specific ideas either, but it should be fun to see what unfolds as the thread continues, but do let me know if you have any specific ideas]]
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 16, 2010 15:36:56 GMT -5
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or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Vaughn could not restrain another laugh as she listed off all the possible things she could do when put in this position. "So you could die in three different ways, presenting those scenarios," he began to say. He was presuming that either way, he would kill her if he wanted to. He had the confidence, and enough arrogance to believe so. "You could die a coward, die a fool, or die with a sense of false hope." He was not planning on killing her or physically harming her. He had no purpose to. As ruthless as Vaughn could be, he did not kill without purpose. It was not fun to end someone's life when he had the potential to tease them horribly first.
"A a knight, I am willing to prove my generosity by allowing you to pick which one of those options you would prefer." As a knight. Those very words were said with bitter sarcasm for Vaughn did not consider himself a knight. A knight showed loyalty, mercy, respect, dignity...and Vaughn had no problem with admitting he lacked all of those qualities, most of all loyalty. Knights were like slaves; serving a crown, a country that was filled with corruption and injustice. They were all hypocrites to Vaughn, and that was why, he would never put himself in the same category as them. They very title was despicable, but he kept the armor on for he still enjoyed the attention he got, and the advantages that it had. A knight often won the immediate trust of a civilian, but for Vaughn, that false notion was something he enjoyed proving to be wrong.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 16, 2010 15:21:25 GMT -5
 Vaughn had to admit that the fact she spent so long on the clothes, made his action all the more amusing, as now they were dirty, and he hoped they were ruined. Not only that, but she had apologize for what she did. Vaughn on the other hand, was not so likely to forgive. He moved a little closer to her, but not enough to make her feel uncomfortable; not yet. However his next actions were to raise the discomfort level, and perhaps force the woman into a state of trepidation. Everyone reacted differently when in the presence of immediate danger, and he was just about to find out how she would react.
In one swift motion, he pulled out one of his swords and positioned it sideways so that the edge of the blade right near her neck, so that the cool metal was touching her soft skin, though it was not enough to cut it. His smile faded from a friendly one, to a more sinister one, though an expression of amusement was still there. "You should think twice about what you do. I would hate to scar such a beautiful face." Because he was right in front of her, and the streets were crowded enough, he knew he could get away with this threatening position for now, but he would not be able to keep it up long. Then again, it would be quite fun if a passerby had the audacity to challenge him.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 15, 2010 11:37:59 GMT -5
Every man must decide
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or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Vaughn let out another laugh. "Now now, have I done anything to show I am a threat." While Vaughn may have wanted her to think that, apart from standing a little too close to her, his physical actions were not as threatening as they could be. Of course, that could change but at the moment, he did not know what he was going to do. His conversations with others were unplanned. He often waited, analyzing the character of the person; learning a bit about them, however brief, helped in knowing what to say to push them over their limit. "You are welcoming attention and danger by being alone at this hour, with what appears to be no weapon, or safety measure. What if, hypothetically, I were to attack you. What then would you do?"
He did not know how, or even if he was going to make any move towards her....maybe he would just try to play around with the idea for a while. "Say, I were to draw my sword," he said, as he slowly started to pull out one of his swords from its holder behind him. He then slowly brought it forward, positioning himself in a stance that most swordsman stood in when preparing for an attack. He took only one step towards her, though just like his other movement, it was slow and predictable.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 15, 2010 10:54:37 GMT -5
Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
He could see her body slightly tightening, or perhaps it was her fists. What she planned to do with them, he could only guess. Vaughn was not one afraid to strike a woman....though in the past, he had not found it necessary to since he had not come across any who chose their form of combat to be without weapons other than solely their hands. Perhaps this would be no exception and if it was, then Vaughn did not regret his actions towards her. It would be an interesting encounter indeed. He looked at her when she took a few steps back and this time, did not move towards her. Well, he couldn't resist taking one step forward, but no more than that.
"What makes you so bold woman?" He asked, still in an amused voice rather than a genuinely curious one. He did not really care to hear her past life and anything she may have suffered. "It is not wise for woman to be such a way. It will land you in trouble." He looked at her, studying her expression, her stance which was now a defensive one, and somewhere, there had to be an underlying nervousness...he would try to draw it out, eventually. "Or perhaps you do not fear death." Fear was a weakness, just like emotions. "Perhaps your soul is deadened thus you care not about your life, for it is worth very little to nothing. Which is certainly something I would not disagree with." He may not know her, but he tended to find everyone's life worthless. There was no point to it, and while this made Vaughn far from suicidal...it left him with a cold, stone interior.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 15, 2010 10:23:30 GMT -5
Every man must decide
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or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Well at least she was not one of those overly emotional woman who may have started crying at his comment. While he enjoyed provoking people, he hated it when women began to cry. Not because he felt sympathetic or caring towards them....but it because it irritated him. Crying achieved nothing. It was a symbol of weakness in Vaughn's eyes. Her next comment released a deep, amused chuckle from him. She was not easily offended, nor did she appear to disagree with his comment. This was going to be a splendidly amusing conversation indeed.
"Cynicism does not suit such an exquisite figure as yourself," he told her, still entertained by her remark. "Perhaps you should return to appreciating what you have instead of wandering the land by yourself." He moved towards her, standing very close, violating the invisible boundaries of personal space. Anyone who valued it, may feel uncomfortable at this moment. He leaned in, as he spoke in her ear. "You never know what danger could befall you. Or what stranger you could come across that could cost you your life." His smirk was still evident, clearly not being above instilling fear in a young woman. Now whether she embraced that fear or not...had yet to be determined.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 15, 2010 10:12:34 GMT -5
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or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
The forest of Balor. Home of wildren, balorian spiders, and the occasional elusive creatures that were only believed to exist in myth unless witnessed with ones own eyes. It was not the safest of places out there, but danger meant nothing to someone who did not fear death. It was the reason that Vaughn was wandering the woods late at night, as he did not require sleep for more than a few hours. He enjoyed the night; it allowed all the bizarre creatures of the world to come out and reveal themselves.
The air was cool....crisp...and yet, it was something that Vaughn was finding refreshing. He wore his cape to provide extra heat, but he did not want to stop to make a fire. He wanted to ride on, deeper and deeper into the woods so that he could see what adventure it had to offer. The small sounds he came across, did not make him stop. He was not overly cautious nor was he defensive. His swords remained strapped to his back, as his reflexes were quick enough, and his arrogance strong enough, to believe that he could overcome any unexpected danger. He was not concerned. He was not tired. He was bored; extremely bored. And the Forest of Balor was proving to be a grand disappointment.
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