Post by The Radiant Dawn on Nov 7, 2013 16:30:52 GMT -5
(Open to all people who have a decent reason to be in the area.) Feburary 10th, 23 CLE
It had been over a week since the incident with Graves had occurred. Another trouble laid down upon an already troubled mind. It saddened Leona to know that there were still people who would turn their backs on others who trusted them, and that such a person could have been right by her, all along. She still kept thinking that there must have been something more to it, though. Certain things were left without an explanation. She had much time to think on it for the past week, owing to little else for her to do while she was yet recovering. She considered herself fortunate to be one of the Solari, as they were not nearly as adverse as the Rakkor were to using magic for healing. Her recovery would have taken much longer without it. She had been moving about for the past three days, helping the mixed Solari and Rakkor workforce with their rebuilding of the damaged parts of the temple. There still remained other tasks which needed to be finished, however. The Rakkor scouts were unsuccessful in catching Graves, and Leona's blade was still missing. The Solari sent out several scouts of their own, none of which found anything.
Leona had decided to take up the task of finding her blade on her own. The others were needed to continue work on the temple. Perhaps out of a mild sense of paranoia brought about by the most recent incident, Leona decided to wear her full armor when out scouting. She brought her shield with her, although she still lacked a weapon. If all was to go well, she would return with one. The echoing noise which her metal boots made against the marble floor slowly died out as she walked toward the exit, being replaced with the soft crushing of snow underfoot as she stepped out onto the mountainside. It had snowed for the past few days, and the ground was covered with white, marred in areas by the more recent movements of people around the temple. Were the Zenith Blade an ordinary sword, Leona would have not even bothered to search for it. Not only would it be impossible to find in such conditions, it would already have decayed to the point of being useless. However, it was anything but. Leona would be able to find it easily, assuming she was reasonably close to it. She started down the mountain, headed in the direction which Graves had run off.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Nov 16, 2013 18:11:51 GMT -5
Leona had not expected the task of finding her sword to be an especially easy or quick one. Definitely not a quick one. She sighed. There was much territory that needed to be covered. It would likely take her the entire day to find it. It was something to do, at least. In the snow, her footsteps were near soundless. The environment was utterly quiet, save for the whistling of the wind. It was peaceful. Leona remained alert, on the look out for her blade, and the rare possibility of an enemy. She had descended below the level of the Rakkor settlement on Mount Targon, it was not as safe where she walked as it was further up the mountain. She began to divert off on secondary courses, moving toward elevated positions from which she could better gauge her surroundings. Still nothing. Leona did not let her lack of success thus far get to her head. As she told herself before, it would take time. Time which she could spare. There was no reason to hurry.
Post by The Cardmaster on Nov 17, 2013 2:10:13 GMT -5
A certain gypsy found himself in a place that he would least expect. His golden eyes searched the snow covered ground before him. Destiny had planned out his course in this case. The Cardmaster found it rather odd that anyone would leave near such an inhospitable place, but if he questioned that, then he would have to question the sanity of those who lived on the mountain itself. Regardless that did not change the fact as to why he was here, at a tavern at the base of Mount Targon, Twisted Fate managed to hear something rather interesting. Graves had made a trip up the mountain, and returned rather wounded. This piqued the gypsy's interests as he did not figure his ex-partner would be foolish enough to challenge the battle driven Rakkor, but it appears as though he challenged at least one of them, and had to run with his tail between his legs like a whipped dog. However, the question that remained is why would Graves make the hike up such a dangerous mountain? Twisted Fate had heard rumors that the Rakkor were less than friendly toward outsiders, and he was not keen on meeting any of them. Unless of course it was one of the two beautiful avatars that is, assuming they did not prove immediately hostile toward the traveler.
Regardless, Twisted Fate had a few theories. Graves was trying to enlist aid in his quest for vengeance on The Cardmaster, however Twisted Fate found this very unlikely. As the Rakkor seemed to be hermits very strong and powerful hermits but hermits nonetheless. Maybe, Graves thought it would be easy to trick the Rakkor out of some of their powerful artifacts? Perhaps an artifact that would make it easier to catch Twisted Fate, but even then the gypsy doubted that. The Rakkor would not be that dumb to give up one of their precious artifacts, though Twisted Fate imagined that they would be worth more than a pretty penny. Twisted Fate was drawn from his thoughts when he tripped over something, and fell on his face. He let out a pained sigh and stood up dusting off the snow that now clung to his facial hair and clothing. He turned back to see what he had tripped over and was rather surprised. A blade of some sort was sitting in the snow or well...it had melted the snow it was sitting on. That was rather odd, golden eyes looked the blade up and down, perhaps it was enchanted? The Cardmaster would tentatively reach down and pick it up. If there were no adverse affects then he would give it a few practice swings. It seemed fairly well-balanced, but it did feel kinda heavy. Granted, he dealt with daggers and short swords more than a blade like this. He would look around searching for the owner, who he assumed to be dead. After not seeing a corpse, someone must have abandoned this fine blade here. He lifted it up toward the sky, causing a gleam that others could see. He bet he could fetch a really pretty penny if he were to find the right collector for such a weapon. Perhaps, Destiny intended for him to find this blade for his own profit? Who knows what she thought, but rarely she would make it clear to her favored individual.
"Well Ah' don't know who left such a fine blade behind, but Ah' reckon ya' could fetch me some pretty coin. Ah' know a collector or two who would pay a high price fer' a weapon like ya'. Ah' don't often come across enchanted weapons like yer'self." He would say aloud as he continued to examine the blade. He began to wonder what else it would do, besides melt the snow and be warm to the touch.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Nov 17, 2013 15:00:33 GMT -5
Fate's question as to what else the blade was capable of would be answered quickly. Within an instant, the blade would become searing hot to the touch. He would be forced to drop the blade or the flesh on his hand would burn. It seemed as if the blade did not want to be carried by Twisted Fate, as if it would only let a certain person wield it. The blade almost seemed to be angry that he would even try. A low hum came from the blade, as if it were the blades way of expressing its distaste.
Leona spotted a glimmer of light from further down the mountain. That must be it, she thought. She jumped down from the rock on which she stood and took off down the mountain at a light jog. As she got closer, she could make out something else against the snow. Another figure. She sighed. It was unlikely to be a Rakkor, perhaps just a clueless traveler who happened to come by her sword. The figure would have already discovered what happens when the wrong individual tries to wield the blade, she thought. As she closed the distance between her and the figure, she could better gauge who the figure was. Twisted Fate. Hardly anyone she wished to have seen. She knew why he was here. She slowed her approach to a casual walk. Her approach would be silent, unnoticed until she was almost right on top of him. She walked up to a ledge above where Fate stood, her voice broke through the almost perfect silence until then. "What is your business on Mount Targon?". She knew what the answer would be. She decided to ask anyway.
Post by The Cardmaster on Nov 23, 2013 22:01:01 GMT -5
((Yeah okay....colored text is the way to go here now))
Twisted Fate dropped the now searing hot blade, and shook his hand in an attempt to remove the heat. Apparently the blade was theft-proof or something. He did not pretend to understand the greater parts of magic, just the basic parts, and his own unique type of magic that had proven effective in dealing with bounty hunters or collectors or sought his head. He looked at the blade he had just dropped, watching it melt even more snow. Would it do such a thing if the one it was bound to was still alive, or perhaps the wielder was still alive somewhere. If so who and where was the user?
That question was answered when Leona spoke to him, he did not even hear her approach, he needed to be far more careful in the future. However, he would hide his surprise behind his well crafted poker face, and took off his hat before bowing to Leona. She asked what he was doing here, a fair question, after all why would a gypsy be wandering such dangerous lands? The Cardmaster placed his hat upon his head, and looked up to Leona offering her a confident smile. A smile that played a part in woo'ing dozens of women before her. "Why, mon cheri, Ah'm a gypsy by birth. We were meant ta' wander these areas, but perhaps Ah' came here fer' a different reason. The first bein' Ah' came ta' see if the Radiant Dawn was as beautiful as the rumors say. Ah' must say that the rumors have underestimated yer' beauty. They say yer' as beautiful as a single sun, but what Ah' see is beauty that rivals a thousand suns!" The Cardmaster would let those words sink in for a moment allowing the Radiant Dawn time to process them before articulating the second reason as to why he could be here. "The second reason I could be here, is the fact that Ah' heard there was a scuffle up on the mountain n' mah ex-partner came down wounded. Ya' wouldn't happen ta' know anythin' about that would ya? After all, Ah'd hate ta' go off n' form an opinion half-cocked after all."
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Nov 24, 2013 15:25:00 GMT -5
Leona blinked after Fate finished his first remarks. Was he trying to tell her that he came all the way to Mount Targon, home of the fiercest warriors on Valoran who would be liable to tear him apart without so much as an excuse, just to confirm rumors about the beauty of the Avatar of the Sun? He would need to be a special kind of fool to do so. What he said was less truth and more flattery. She should have expected as much from him. What he said afterwards was his true reason for being on the mountain. Of course, his old partner. The reason which she had expected him to give. The events of Graves' visit were still fresh in her mind.
Leona jumped down from the ledge she stood on down to the level which Twisted Fate stood, landing softly, in spite of the armor she wore. She strode past Twisted Fate, and over to her sword. She hefted the blade off the ground, remembering its familiar grip. She smiled. Leona was raised a Rakkor, and to one of them a reliable weapon was a reliable friend, always by your side in times of need. She was glad to be reunited with her blade. As she replaced the blade in the empty sheath on her waist, she turned to face Twisted Fate. "From where did you hear this?" she asked, directly responding to the second half of what he had spoken. She decided to not respond to his first remarks. For his sake, perhaps.
Post by The Cardmaster on Nov 29, 2013 14:20:52 GMT -5
If Twisted Face was upset by her lack of response to his remark about her beauty, his face didn't show it. Granted, his face rarely showed anything. After all any uncontrolled muscle could be seen as a tell, while a controlled movement could be used against other players. It would help keep them guessing while The Cardmaster raked in the chips, but this was a tale for another time. He watched her stride past him and reclaim her sword, and he noticed a few traces of smile as she gripped her weapon. Must be some Rakkor custom, seeing of how they were practically bred for war, being without one's weapon would be the equivalent to the Cardmaster without his signature hat. That was one of the few ways that he could understand such a connection with an object and its owner. Even then, he might be underestimating the bond between a weapon and a Rakkor and his or her weapon. It was then that Leona turned and addressed him, asking how he knew what happened.
It was after that question that The Cardmaster offered her a rather cocky smile, "Well, Mon Cheri, Ah' have mah sources n' Ah'll leave it at that." He would say, pressing him would be meaningless as his lips would be sealed tight. However, after answering her question, Twisted Fate would pose his own question, "So what happened between ya' n' mah ex-partner.?" Twisted Fate figured out a general scenario, Graves had tried to woo Leona out of her blade using 'friendship' or 'love', perhaps taking advantage of Leona's caring nature. However, when the deal went south, Graves resorted to the one thing he knew best, brute force. Certainly the fight between two champions would explain the wounds that The Outlaw was seen with. However, Destiny granted him no foresight in such a matter, so he could not be certain. Then again that was the whole reason he was here, but he was curious if Graves managed to get away with any other relics that could pose a problem for Twisted Fate in the future.
Last Edit: Nov 29, 2013 14:21:11 GMT -5 by The Cardmaster
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Nov 29, 2013 18:00:25 GMT -5
As could have been expected, Twisted Fate was not about to be forthcoming with information. Leona figured that someone must have seen Graves headed away from the mountain, burns and all. As barren as the area was, there were some that lived on Mount Targon's surroundings. The full answer to her question was nothing which Leona required. Again he pressed his question forward. It was a simple matter, really, to tell him what exactly had happened. Graves came up the mountain, shot her, took her sword, and retreated back down, not without his fair share of wounds, however. Leona almost told him, but then took a moment to reconsider. Graves and Twisted Fate were bitter rivals, both would use anything they could against the other, at least, so Leona believed. What would the result of giving away this piece of information be? Surely nothing good would come of it. "Of what importance is it to you?". Leona's question may have come off as blunt, even hostile, but to her, it was a valid question. That she was not overly fond of Twisted Fate only made the question come easier.
Post by The Cardmaster on Dec 4, 2013 22:44:04 GMT -5
Twisted Fate was a little surprised when he had to explain himself to her. Why it appears that Leona was not as trusting as he once thought. Well he was prepared of course, with only the truth, after all lying here would get him no where. Fortunately, he knew how to use her protective nature against her. After all, he was here for information to protect himself. The Cardmaster did not actively seek to harm Graves, and would only defend himself from his ex-partner. The cocky smile he wore would not fade as he placed his right hand on his chest, and his voice adapted a slightly hurt tone.
"Why Mon Cheri, Ah'm hurt that ya' would think Ah' would have an ulterior motive. Ah'm merely inquirin' fer' mah own safety. After all, Ah' don't know if Graves got away with any dangerous relics. Relics that could allow Graves ta' mend fences in a rather painful way." Twisted Fate would explain, and it was then that an idea struck him. Perhaps he could earn a little pay if he helped Leona, assuming Graves did indeed steal a relic. "Perhaps Ah' could help ya', after all Ah' know him the best. It would be easy fer' me ta' locate him n' retrieve any relic he wrongfully deprived from yer' people. After all me n' him were like two peas in a pod in the past. Course' information n' services may come at a small price. Dependin' on the task or what ya' want ta' know." That was his deal for Leona. She could try and bargain with The Cardmaster, but would that be wise knowing his background and experience? Perhaps he was trying to con her out of some easy cash, but...what if he was serious?
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Dec 5, 2013 11:24:27 GMT -5
Fate offering his services in exchange for money did not come off well to Leona. Mount Targon was very much the wrong place to ask for such a thing. Perhaps he would want something else, a relic. Regardless of what payment he would want, his services were not needed. Even if they were, the idea of hiring someone else to do almost anything was repulsive to a Rakkor. In fact, the Rakkor in Leona made her briefly contemplate simply punching the man in the face and walking away before he could waste any more of her time. Of course, she did not follow through, but the idea occurred to her. "Graves left with nothing that he did not bring. If he had escaped with a relic, I would rather search for him myself than hire someone to do it.". Fate's offer of information on Graves was slightly tempting, considering the rather shady circumstances of Graves' actions, but Leona decided against inquiring further. Hardly anyone on the mountain had what could be considered money, and there would be no telling what he would ask for as alternative payment.
Post by The Cardmaster on Dec 7, 2013 21:40:15 GMT -5
Twisted Fate felt a shift in the aura of the woman before, apparently the Rakkor did not care for fair compensation. That line of reasoning was out, however Leona did tell him what he wanted to know free of charge. That was rather kind of her, well now he had no reason to stay in this cold with a slightly angry avatar of the sun, so perhaps now was the time to depart. Shame that Leona was none the wiser in terms of exchanging information, lest she might have pried something from Twisted Fate's lips. The Cardmaster looked around, before simply nodding toward Leona.
"Hmmm, Ah' see. Well that's all Ah' needed ta' know, cause Graves is none the wiser from our connin' days. Well thanks fer' answerin' mah question Leona, n' should ya' ever need mah services, well Destiny will guide me back here. Never fear, Ah'll be here." He would give her a polite bow before turning and beginning to make his way back down from whence he came. So Graves got nothing out of this scuffle between him and Leona, granted it was mighty unlike him to start a scuffle. Sure he had done so in a couple bar fights, but that was after insults had been hurled. Well whatever it did not really concern him anymore, all Graves had was the same old bag of tricks, and Leona had not been much of a bother in terms of getting information out of her. Granted, if she had any questions, it was not too late to stop Twisted Fate and ask them.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Dec 8, 2013 16:16:07 GMT -5
Leona merely nodded in reply. She doubted if he would actually come by just to offer his services to her, or that his services would even be useful to her, figuring instead that what he said was more of a formality than anything. As he walked away, she knelt down to examine the molten patch of snow where her sword was left for the past week. The ground was glass. Something must have aggravated the sun greatly for such a thing to come about. For a moment, Leona thought that Graves might have been killed by the same thing which turned the ground to glass, reducing him to nothing but ash. No, that was unlikely. Graves was seen leaving the mountain, and Twisted Fate would have been asking different questions had he suspected him dead. Leona returned to her feet, busy processing her newfound information. She shot a brief glance in the direction of Twisted Fate, to ensure that he actually was leaving, and then started off back up the mountain. She had no need to talk to him further.
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