Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 14, 2019 9:48:25 GMT
When Vim reached out to take a peek she managed to see that it was a human body that was tied up, however before she could quickly distinguish any features the man put himself up in front of her blocking the way completely and narrowing the door further. She had caught him by surprise, and his expression reflected this in the way his face was now a frown. It seemed however like the resting position of his mouth was always open, and the resting position of his eyes was as if he didn't understand the question.
"Guardian what? Yes, we got a deer" He said then almost immediately with no effort at all to be convincing, jaded by the very presence of Vim and eager to send her on her way. "Yes, plenty of game just over that way" Said and he pointed to a random direction that was not the shack "Go there, knock yourself out, I'm sure your ward is over there too, m'kay yes? Bye"
He said then ending the conversation by staring at her intensely, cleching his jaw with a little bit of an underbite.
And then something muffled made a sound from the inside, like someone shouting against a pillow.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 15, 2019 19:44:20 GMT
“That’s not a deer.”
She said simply, not making an obvious move to her weapon, but definitely ready to grab it out. She kept her voice steady, as much as she’d have liked to yell at the guy now. Vim was mostly aware she had someone on-side watching, so she couldn’t fall into her usual tactics - she knew she could be scary. She was imposing and big and angry - very angry when she needed to be. She’d harness her goddess as much as she could for this, all beauty and grace as she threw her sword around and drew blood. Maybe a little bit of a contradiction.
But hey, maybe he’d just admit and walk away. As low of a chance that was, it could totally happen, and then she could keep her hair pale instead of bloodstained, and she’d have an easier time of cleaning her armor tonight, at least.
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 17, 2019 13:24:06 GMT
The man changed his facial features to acommodate a frown, and said to her.
"So what if it ain't?"
He was about to say something else when the door opened from the inside and a taller woman walked through the door, close-cut ash blonde hair against a square face and a stern look, nose composed entirely of straight lines it seemed. Still, not quite as hideous as the man. The woman was armed just the way the man was but with a sword and a dagger instead of an axe. He looked at him with a look that unabattedly transmitted the message "You had one job" before turning her attention towards Vim.
She eyed her from heels to eyes and then rested one hand on her sword, not gripping the handle but merely resting the palm on top.
"We've got a wanted criminal inside with a price on his head, and we don't need no bugger trying to cheat us out of the reward. Get your own payload, lady."
The woman tossed the words her way, as if he had to chew them beforehand, with no rush whatsoever. From the brief moment the door was open and not narrowed again, she could be able to make out the figure of the man that was in the floor, tied up, gagged, with a gash above his forehead that stained both his face and strands of his blonde hair, all the way down to his beard. He was trying to wiggle his way out and say something, to no avail.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 18, 2019 9:28:37 GMT
“Oh yeah, yeah I will go, if you tell me who he is and what he did.” She finally gave in to her impulses and took out her sword, not ready to swing but in her hand. It was a little comforting, to be honest, to hold the weapon, and to know she could start slicing and stabbing quickly. “Or if you don’t, I can start making you tell me if you prefer.”
She wasn’t aggressive, but she was certainly angry. She almost felt like a bull in a ring, each word was stringing her along, flashing the red cloak. Goddamn she just wanted to get in there and grab the guy, but there could have been weight to what these people were saying.
It could also be a massive lie, something she was well aware of. In fact, she was more inclined to believe the woman who had grabbed her earlier, if only because she was nice about it. She kept her sword steady and ready, and did her best to keep her composure, although her best wasn’t necessarily the best in the world. Her general anger definitely slipped out, visible.
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 19, 2019 16:57:36 GMT
The reaction was almost instantaneous, the moment she drew her sword the woman did the same; and soon afterwards the man followed albeit in a more slow fashion. The man seemed ready for combat, though not precisely brave and eager, he was just waiting on a command from the woman. The woman's face was serious but she did not seem to keen on attacking Vim either; yet.
"His real name is Igar and he is a convicted murderer, escaped his sentence by fleeing to the countryside a long time ago."
The woman declared, and then shifted to wielding the sword with a two-handed grip instead of one. The other armed man waited. The man tied up inside made some more muffled noises, and was now starting to attempt to roll to the side, which would have been comical to behold were the situation not so dire and dangerous.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 20, 2019 10:20:34 GMT
“You got a wanted poster?”
Vim kept calm,“You got a wanted poster?”
Vim kept calm, slowly tilting her head, mostly cautious of her horns piercing or bumping her shoulder or something, even if it was unlikely, it wasn’t a brand new experience. She kept her eyes trained mostly on the woman, perceiving her as a greater threat if this escalated, but not allowing herself to become foolishly unaware of the man.
Would I be able to make an insight throw to see if they are lying?
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Post by enchilada on Mar 21, 2019 12:29:20 GMT
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 21, 2019 13:07:27 GMT
"A wanted poster? What?"
Inferred the man
"No"
Replied then the woman, before continuing.
"We have no such thing, though if we did have it would be a curious thing to think of just how they created it in the first place. How would someone go about painting the exact same face of this man in a piece of parchment? He would have to be so widely known it was profitable to hire an excellent painter for the job, and also hire other people to duplicate it, while also considering that they would have to have known his face so well... And him? He's not really that big, just one that got away."
She pointed out with her head, briefly tilting towards the inside of the shack where the man was, quite like a worm, inching ever forward on his way to the door, if he was quick enough perhaps he would arrive there before the year's end.
"So how about cutting us some slack. You're not a guard, not this far away from the city. Do us both a favor and piss off before this turns ugly."
Vim would be able to notice that the story seemed to be tailor suit in order for her to get away, neither was too eager to start the fight but it looked like the woman just might at any point even if she agreed to leave right then. There was something in her general demeanor that lacked not sincerity, but empathy, like an imitation of the concept. She was ready for a fight. For the moment being she didn't have any proof that the man was not, in fact, Igar. And they didn't seem to have any proof that in fact he was other than looked really convinced about it.
They didn't look like they would budge on the subject, and were ready to come to blows if that was what it would take. Maybe it would take a leap of faith from her in either direction to make the right call, or maybe she could come up with something else, only time would tell; but the time, and the patience of the armed men was running out. So far the conflict hadn't escalated, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the current standoff would be slowly every time less sustaineable the more questions she asked with weapon in hand.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 21, 2019 15:39:13 GMT
“Has he said his name is, what did you say? Igar? He definitely hasn’t been insisting it’s like. Dolf? I’m looking for a carpenter, blond dude. Yea big...” She held her hand up to where she assumed he’d probably stand, given he was supposed to be a tad taller than his wife. “I don’t want your gold, I’m a poor scruff from a little town, I can live off of the land. I just wanna make sure the right thing happens here, yknow?”
She shrugged, leaning on her sword now, just lightly. Tip down, just an accessory. “I’m supposed to be a holy knight or whatever, so even if I’m not a guard, I could probably still get you in some trouble if you’re not doing things correctly, and, as the closest thing to a guard here, I don’t think it’s your place to treat even an escaped criminal, if he is one, so appallingly. So maybe we can head to the guards together? And they can take everything over.” She smiled, almost threateningly. Vim wasn’t about pointless harm, but she was definitely about hurting idiots who didn’t know when to hand over to the law. Plus they were rude. So. Fair game.
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 21, 2019 15:50:21 GMT
"A criminal will say just about anything to get away from justice. Thought he was going to claim guilty to his crimes? Why would he have run away in the first place then?"
The woman tossed back towards Vim's way in response to her own comments about Igar not being Igar but instead Dolf. The man scoffed at the thought of having her follow them anywhere, however.
"A holy knight? Yes, sure. I happen to be an inquisitor myself."
He said in a nasal tone. The woman was more collected about the issue.
"Sure"
She said, and the man looked at her in disbelief.
"What" He said
"You'll carry him, though, because he's tied and those knots are not coming loose anytime soon. Igar is actually a spellcaster, that is why he's gagged. Don't try to take it off"
The woman said, and moved to the side leaving the path to the inside clear and waved her in with her head.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 21, 2019 17:04:28 GMT
“Sure thing.” Vim headed on inside, stooping a little just in case of her horns. “Hey buddy.” She sheathed her sword again, sighing.
She reached down and picked up the man as gently as she could, holding him across herself. She ducked again to leave the little building, not caring to check if it was unnecessary. Vim stretched up for a second, looking around while she stretched her neck. It would presumably appear that she was simply getting herself ready to walk, but she was scanning quickly for the woman she’d promised to help. She held him openly, hoping she could see his face if she was looking.
If it wasn’t him, she could easily rush him somewhere and then carry on searching, or make her apologies and rush off herself. Presumably there’d be a shaking head or even a running lady to let her know the case. If not, she assumed it’d be him, and she assumed Lara would stay close, low, and quiet. This was such a ludicrously slippery slope. All she wanted to do was make sure everything was carried out properly and in order, and that Lara got her husband back. As long as he wasn’t some evil axe murderer or something. But then she deserved to know.
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 21, 2019 17:53:13 GMT
The gagged man screamed into the gag when Vim approached and began to make a sprint towards the door, meaning he got one quarter of an inch closer to it before she picked him up as he squirmed about, and then brought him out of the tent. Both the man and the woman exchanged a look, though what was the look saying was anyone's guess. As the paladin stretched her neck and around she would be able to see, eventually, Lara's face poking out from one of the trees not quite so nearby, but watching. So far she wasn't doing anything but observing.
"So, going, all the way up north"
Pointed out the woman, rising up her free hand towards the north, the man gave a few steps north first and then waited for Vim to catch up and lead the way.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 26, 2019 12:01:37 GMT
Vim nodded, then made eye contact as best she could with Lara, referencing as best she could the man in her arms. She hadn’t really carried many people, but she’d certainly picked up enough of them, if only to dump them on the floor seconds later and wipe her hands clean of talc. Wrestling, drunken bar fighting, what was really the difference? She’d certainly broken her nose, and other people’s noses, far more often officially in a designated space for training in hand-to-hand combat than anywhere else. She’d also done it far more frequently, but that was beside the point. Percentages were beyond her, but if they weren’t, maybe she’d have a different outlook.
But the body was a passing thing, pain was passing, and so was arguing with people who were rude and didn’t intend to involve the law. By no means was she bound to the law, some laws were very wrong. Some people in power were corrupt. Youthful ideals and time spent almost exclusively in the company of the slums and lower classes certainly opened her eyes to the disproportionate way officials treated certain towns, cities, parts and provinces. There was also a lot of gold in the courts. That being said, she suddenly wasn’t sure who to trust, and though her gut swung one way, her brain swung the other.
So there really was only one course of action.
Vim gently, but quickly took off the gag. “You will tell me the truth. What is the name of your wife?” She slung him down, keeping him at arm’s length, supported and balanced by just the one hand, as the other pointed her sword, almost grazing him, directly to his heart. “I must know if I’m carryin’ the guy I think I am. If I ain’t, well, ‘least the guards getcha.”
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 26, 2019 15:48:57 GMT
"Hey" Shouted the man behind her, but wasn't quite nearly quick enough, or was close enough, to stop her from doing so.
The formerly gagged man then shouted "What the hell you crazy people, my wife's name is Lara, let me go!" It was at that moment that the situation turned on itself, and the atmosphere changed, Vim had about just enough time to turn back and realise that the two formerly talkative armed people had just turned rather hostile on her. If Dolf was indeed a magic user it would certainly be the time he would use said magic but instead of anything of the sort happening he looked rather terrified of the situation he found himself in, and still gagged he let out a shout. While the situation was just about to go down Lara heard the yelling and came out from the trees and began to make a sprint towards where both Vim and him were.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 26, 2019 18:38:33 GMT
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