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Nov 26, 2014 1:44:46 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 26, 2014 1:44:46 GMT
Cultus stepped his horse forward to the gates, listenibg to tge steady thunk-thunk-thunk of his captives head against his armor. Hed have a hell of a headache when he woke up. A guard stopped him at the portcullus. ''Business?'' He asked in a bored tone. Cultus scratched his ear. ''Me and my brotger coming to see my mothers funeral.'' He stated. The guard nodded sympathetically, and waved them through, unwilling to pry any more into such a tender subject. The mab stirred begind him, and cultus took a turn down a dingy side alley, thinking about where to go. It was only once ge was here that he had realized tgey hadnt made a meeting place. The man stirred again and cultus turned around. He loosed a soft moan and started putting a hand to his head, and culrus punched him in the face. The man went limp again, and his gead slumped once more. Cultus found himself staring at a small inn where the captives head had been, and shrugged. ''Good a place as any to check.''
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Post by Nobody on Nov 26, 2014 4:49:35 GMT
Alaric stopped at the same hotel, speaking to the innkeeper. "I am here to inquire about two people who may have come in here? One male and female, man about this high?" He held his hand at his neck.
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Nov 26, 2014 5:21:53 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 26, 2014 5:21:53 GMT
The woman at the counter just looked at them both with curiosity. "Yes... Both in their teens?"
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Post by Nobody on Nov 26, 2014 5:43:12 GMT
Alaric nodded. "Yes."
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Nov 26, 2014 5:47:54 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 26, 2014 5:47:54 GMT
The woman nodded. "Yes. I'll take you to them." She led them o a few flights of stairs to the top floor, to the finest suite. "They're quite young to be married. Still, good for them." She chuckled and went back downstairs.
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Nov 26, 2014 15:50:25 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 26, 2014 15:50:25 GMT
Cultus caught Alaric the moment the lady had left. ''Good to see you made it. It almost looked like you might be late for the wedding.'' He said as he opened the door.
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Post by Nobody on Nov 26, 2014 23:31:32 GMT
Alaric grimaced. -Marriage? I do wonder which of them proposed the idea.-
He shouldered the door open and sagged against the wall.
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Nov 27, 2014 1:08:59 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 27, 2014 1:08:59 GMT
"Before you say anything, it was a story." Adminius said as soon as he saw Alaric. "We're not getting married." Aoife just nodded, though something seemed off.
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Nov 27, 2014 2:52:07 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 27, 2014 2:52:07 GMT
Cultus shrugged, as if dismissing the idea, but his eyes remained on Adminius and his charge, scrutinizing them. ''A reasonable enough explanation. I myself am here with my brother to attend to our mothers burial... although my brother is drunk enough to render him unconscious.'' He gave a weary sigh that was the complete opposite of the smile he wore. ''Hes been like that ever since he got the news, that poor brother of mine. Maybe we should go see if he's awake and sober enough to speak, eh?''
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Post by Nobody on Nov 27, 2014 3:16:58 GMT
Alaric's eyes snapped open. "Yes, I suppose that is what we should do." He pushed himself back up the wall. He looked at Cultus. "Though still, I do not know your name."
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Nov 27, 2014 3:23:27 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 27, 2014 3:23:27 GMT
"Alaric," Adminius said sternly, demanding his attention. "We're to safety. Teach me to wield the magic of Caladbolg."
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Nov 27, 2014 4:15:56 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 27, 2014 4:15:56 GMT
He nodded to him. ''My name is Cultus. From the Moreg tribe of Tautoa.'' He opened the door. ''I'll be right next door when you two are finished.'' He closed the door and entered the next room. A man was standing there, a rope binding him by the wrists to a beam up on the ceiling, and another binding his ankles to the floor so he couldnt pull himself up. Clearly, he had already tried, and his shoulder was dislocated for the effort. He slid up a chair, and looked at the man, but didnt say anything.
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Post by Nobody on Nov 27, 2014 6:11:54 GMT
Alaric nodded. He rubbed at the dark spots under his eyes. "Very well. Adminius, come with me. We are going to the forest. Bring Caladbolg."
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Nov 27, 2014 6:34:15 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 27, 2014 6:34:15 GMT
He grabbed something from his bed that had been wrapped in his cloak. With a quick goodbye to Aoife, he pushed past Alaric and headed downstairs without a word
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Post by Nobody on Nov 27, 2014 6:57:46 GMT
Alaric led Adminius into the forest outside of the city. After a short, silent walk, they reached the area Alaric had in mind. There was a small brook running through a series of fallen trees, surrounded by heavy boulders.
Alaric removed the black sword from it's sheath. "Adminius, what do you know of runework?"
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