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mooglenet_backup2011-06-21 06:53 pm
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action - Troia. [open to those in Troia.]
[Excenmille has realized something very, very important during the journey to Troia alongside Lilisette, and that something will probably remain with him for the rest of his days. What is it? It's the fact that airships are not. good. ideas. The young Count is feeling remarkably under the weather as a result of his journey-- too proud to show any fear when he boarded the strange mechanical thing; and now too stubborn, far too stubborn to admit that the whole experience has made him feel remarkably sick. So he merely treads alongside the dancer, an arm twisted up to rest a hand on the sheathe of his greatsword.
Yes, they've had to deal with a few monsters on the way. Nothing of worth though; one or two charges has generally either had them bolt or die. He knows that Lilisette is more than capable of fighting; but something ingrained into him won't allow her to- not while he's here. Maybe it's the root of chivalry -- the same kind his father displayed. He has little idea, and he doesn't really think on it all that much. Instead, he's merely trying his hardest to not vomit; the nausea from the airship ride not going away all that quickly.
Finally, the pair arrive in the city, and Excenmille merely gives it a tired glance -- staring back at the soldiers which of course stare at the dark-skinned child with pointy ears in full body armor.]
...This must be it. I suggest that you rest yourself at the inn...
I will look for Rahal. The area seems guarded enough. Perhaps they may know something.
[Needless to say, he has little idea of Lilisette's relationship with the royal family. Or any of the meetings she's arranged.]
Yes, they've had to deal with a few monsters on the way. Nothing of worth though; one or two charges has generally either had them bolt or die. He knows that Lilisette is more than capable of fighting; but something ingrained into him won't allow her to- not while he's here. Maybe it's the root of chivalry -- the same kind his father displayed. He has little idea, and he doesn't really think on it all that much. Instead, he's merely trying his hardest to not vomit; the nausea from the airship ride not going away all that quickly.
Finally, the pair arrive in the city, and Excenmille merely gives it a tired glance -- staring back at the soldiers which of course stare at the dark-skinned child with pointy ears in full body armor.]
...This must be it. I suggest that you rest yourself at the inn...
I will look for Rahal. The area seems guarded enough. Perhaps they may know something.
[Needless to say, he has little idea of Lilisette's relationship with the royal family. Or any of the meetings she's arranged.]
[Action]
I'm afraid not. But new arrivals are appearing all the time -- your friend may appear yet. I will inform you immediately if he does arrive here. [And Lilisette's question earns a curious look.] Zogbog?
[Action]
He's unable to hide a look of the most bitter disappointment. Hey. He's ten years old. He shouldn't have let himself actually think Rahal would be here, but he has. No matter how grown up he thinks he is, there's still slight relapses. And by the goddess, they're bitter when burst. He merely nods, unable to hide the disappointment from his tone.]
...You have my thanks.
[Yes, Zogbog.]
It is a warning to you and your kingdom I bring in regard to him.
Another may have-- nay... most likely has been taken. He has little talent in all respects of the arts of war, save for one. Great capacity to avoid death thanks to his innate cowardice... and he faced it at the hands of mine and my erstwhile teacher's blades. For that reason, it is likely he has used the incantation that brought me here for his own ends and plots, wherever he landed, Probably on his face.. even now to bring chaos to this world for his own ends. Or attempt to.
He is what we call an orc. About the height of you-- though probably twice as wide. Green skin, pig-like eyes, facial features and mannerism. Zogbog in particular knows the common tongue. He is also devious enough to twist these learned words to serve his bidding and deceive those who would extend an arm to him. ...I wish not for more to lose their lives to his plots.
[Action]
The orcs have plagued our home for many, many years. In the war, and even after, they constantly assaulted San d'Oria. Should they come to Gaia it would be prudent to look out for them, and eliminate them at the source. This world has enough to worry about without adding Vana'diel's beastmen into the mix.
King Cecil is a paladin like many who looked after San d'Oria. There is likely much you could learn from him.
[Action]
At the description of the orc, Cecil nods.]
Thank you for the warning. There has been no reports of such a creature as him, but Troia will remain vigilant, both for any sign of your friend and for any orcs.