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Post by Dream-Lark on Mar 26, 2019 14:40:54 GMT -6
Setting: Around Chapter 7, Raider Dareven heads to Skeldr to report to Stone Circle Member Hawke what he found while out searching for the missing Grigori (Quest Prompt) Darevan;War Forged|Raider
Breath released in a soft puff as the stallion trotted into town, the exhalation simply a reflection of his bad mood, rather than a marker of the path he'd taken here. The storm from yesterday had blown over quickly, but it had been too dark by the end for him to report his findings, which was just as well.
It was like he'd actually found the little reject anyway, so he wasn't getting paid.
Regardless, his sense of duty propelled him to Skeldr to find someone he could report what he had actually found, for that had been unusual and enough to set his nerves on end.
That didn't happen often.
So with a lash of his tail the raider begun trotting through town, calling out to a few equines he met to see if anyone had seen a Stone Circle Member around recently. Surely at least one of them would be out and working on a fine summer's day, right?
Despite the stallion's impatience it truly didn't take long for one merchant to point him in the direction of where Hawke had set up for the day.
"Right, thanks," Darevan muttered, turning and heading in the new direction, gaze latching onto the equine in question right away.
It seemed he was in luck, there was only one dirty old farmer taking up Hawke's attention, probably complaining about how the storm had ruined something. Again.
Old folks always seemed to have something to complain about.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Mar 26, 2019 20:56:46 GMT -6
Hawke
Stone Circle | War-Forged
"Forget stardust -- you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid.
When you bleed, you reek of rust. "
Their head was ringing. The beginnings of a migraine begin to form in between their eyes; the third screwing shut at the steady throbbing.
Perhaps they had stopped listening to what was being said a few seconds ago, their head lazily cocked to the side -- clearly showing they hadn't been listening or at least weren't as interested as they once were.
But did that stop the old farmer? No. Of course not. And they thought their father was the worst at not shutting up... Guess they were wrong.
Sucking in a deep breath, their eyes fall close as they repeat what they have already said for what feels like the 1000th time, "I am sorry. But -- as a I said before -- I will offer what aid I can. But there is only so much I can do."
Resisting the sudden urge to spill out a sarcastic remark about how maybe Alya didn't want whatever was standing on his land to not be standing anymore, Hawke lets their gaze drift to somewhere else.
Their brows knit together at the approaching figure, slightly grateful to have someone else to speak to but also a little concerned about what it could be.
Their third eye eventually pops open, not looking at anything in particular, only following the same direction Hawk gazes in.
"Stone beneath your hooves." They call out, stepping aside from the farmer; hoping he might disappear now the someone else will be fighting for their attention. Letting their greeting hang in the air, Hawke waits for the matter to be brought to them.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Mar 28, 2019 12:36:49 GMT -6
Darevan;War Forged|Raider
The raider moved forward, slowing to a stop when within a comfortable speaking distance, one hoof stomping in greeting. He'd heard the parting and greeting the Stone Circle Member had called out, clearly done with this old farmer. However, the old fool opened his mouth once more, apparently now feeling irate that he'd been brushed aside.
Darevan turned his head, glancing at the elder stallion from the corner of his eye, brow lifting and lips curving in a smirk. Body language was very clear, they were both done with the farmer, and the unicorn would physically move the weaker equine if needed--happily so. With a glare and an unhappy snort the farmer moved along, muttering under his breath.
With a flick of his ear, Darevan promptly forgot about the annoyance, pale purple gaze shifting to focus fully upon the common horse before him. He almost wished he hadn't, for they had one of those disturbing useless eyes of the magic horses.
"I came to report what I found when I went out hunting for that missing kid yesterday," the unicorn began, an irritated expression moving onto features and remaining there. "Course, I didn't find him, which means I don't get paid, but I did find something else," Darevan added, turning his head to reach into the travel packs tossed across his shoulders.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Mar 31, 2019 18:11:12 GMT -6
Hawke
Stone Circle | War-Forged
"Forget stardust -- you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid.
When you bleed, you reek of rust. "
Hawke's cold gaze briefly flickers over towards the farmer, an unamused smile turning down the corners of their lips. At least that conversation was done for the day, but they had a nagging feeling he would be back shortly to pester them so more -- best to keep the Raider around as long as possible, they supposed.
Finally giving the Raider their undivided attention, Hawke listens intently; looking just as displeased as ever... But perhaps their face was just permanently stuck in that expression.
"Course, I didn't find him --"
The Stone Circle member seems to tense up at those words, their eyes cutting daggers at the Raider; the third remaining void of emotion. Now, what was the point of going out if you weren't going to come back successful? Perhaps if it were another matter, and not a missing child -- a kirin child, out of all things -- Hawke might understand just a little. But their mother bear instinct was rearing it's ugly head...
And boy, was that part of them not happy to hear those words.
"Certainly not something I want to be hearing," they muse, a soft bite to their words, carefully eyeing the Raiders movements, "Those something is better than nothing, I suppose."
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Post by Dream-Lark on Apr 6, 2019 20:48:06 GMT -6
Darevan;War Forged|Raider
"Obviously," Darevan replied, the exact same bite to his words, returning the jibe as the Stone Council Member commented that that wasn't the news they'd wished to hear.
"Not better though, actually," the raider added in correction, shaking his head as he finally pulled the item he was looking for from his pack. A small roll of hide was gripped lightly in pale amethyst teke, the unicorn unrolling the cured skin to reveal a map of the area he'd been in yesterday, turning it so that the equine before him could easily view the contents. It was a little crude, drawn after Darevan had found shelter from the storm later that day, but it was accurate, for the stallion was nothing if not diligent about his missions.
"It was before the storm hit hard yesterday, in a Silverwood stand. I didn't get a great look at the area, because a bear appeared, but enough to know the cloven prints I was following weren't the kids. They were a young deer's. But this area where they ended up...it wasn't right," Darevan explained, his usually attitude of arrogance waylaid by the confusion and frank curiosity he felt about the whole mission. It had just been...eerie, he decided to himself.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on May 16, 2019 18:16:06 GMT -6
Hawke
Stone Circle | War-Forged
"Forget stardust -- you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid.
When you bleed, you reek of rust. "
Allowing the majority of their weight sink back onto their prosthetic, Hawke watches with a careful gaze. The Stone Circle member -- for now -- bites back their own remark towards the Raider, preferring to keep things at somewhat of a civil agreement between the pair of them.
Their slightly relaxed stance perks up, just a little, at the sight of the rather crudely drawn map. Not the best, but it got the job done. To be fair, they weren't sure they could have done much better. They do their best to take in the map, ears swiveling towards the sound of the Raider's voice.
"What do you mean it wasn't 'right'?" Their gaze travels over towards the Raider for a brief moment, daring to look away from the map brought before them. Hawke does this best not to say anything too off the cuff, teeth digging into their bottom lip as they bite back their words, slashed through brows knitting down together. "What wasn't right about it?"
Besides the fact you didn't find Grigori... But Hawke keeps that thought to themselves for now.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jun 8, 2019 19:27:25 GMT -6
Darevan;War Forged|Raider
He could tell his companion wasn't pleased with his demeanor or remarks, but honestly, that didn't bother him a tail hair. At least they were both being civil with each other, and the raider considered that a professional win -- for however long it lasted. He knew he was grating upon the nerves, and tended to take pride in it. But for now -- now he focused on the question at hand, eyes lingering upon the map he held in purple hued teke, almost struggling to put together the right words for what he wanted to convey.
"It was...there were bones there, and other offal scattered about, but the way it was all laid out -- it wasn't natural. It wasn't like the deer had been caught by something and eaten in the stand of Silverwood, it was more like it was...placed there? Very eye catching, and the whole...aura about the place, was eerie. I don't spook or shy away from danger, but this wasn't the normal kind of feeling." The raider paused to take a breath, snorting at himself and shaking his head. "Fire take me, I know it wasn't just storm energy anyway. No decent raider gets spooked by a good gale."
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Post by galekxy on Aug 25, 2019 20:13:46 GMT -6
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