Back to Gridania (Open RP)

[Lorielle Sylwood]

Lorielle was still holding the handle of the pot tightly, not to keep Tobias from taking it, but simply because it was her reflex.  Once she realized he was trying to take it, she released it gently.  She didn't want to spill any of the stew, although she would have liked to have been a bit more playful.  Maybe not with something so important as their only food.

 

She watched Kieaira stare up at the sky, following her gaze for a moment to see what had her so disgruntled.  On top of all the things that had happened to them thus far, it was surely going to rain on them as well.  She bit her lip, hoping the tent would be large enough to shield all of them.

 

Once Kieaira deemed the stew ready to eat, Lorielle reached around Tobias for one of the pots she had left on the ground.  They would have to dump the soup into their individual pots and drink from it, but that was better than not eating at all.  She passed the pot to Keiaira, setting it down for her to sit and eat with them.  She reached again, passing another to Tobias, repeating this until they all had their own pot or vase with which to hold their soup.

 

Lorielle looked to Tobias, who was in control of the pot and therefore the pouring of their meal.

[Tobias Nightbringer]

Tobias smiles in thanks as Lorielle releases her hold of the pot. Though they did not have precious few seconds to playfully interact with one another over who got to hold what, perhaps more so a pity that neither would know that both would have wished for the same thing.

 

        The Hyur took notice of Kieaira's departure from the group, but perhaps perceived something other than her wanting to just be alone. However, little time could be spared on thoughts of her as the meal began to warm fairly quickly. His hold on it was steady, though suddenly the hunger pang struck again--a bit more audibly this time.

 

        "Ahhh, heh..." he could only manage as his stomach grumbles anxiously for the meal. It did not take much longer before Kieaira announced that it was ready. Tobias stifles a giddy sound with an anticipation of hunger that betrays his usual calm demeanor. 

 

        Tobias' eyes meet with Lorielle's after she had placed out all the 'kitchen ware'. Four bowls, a jug, and and a vase. It was better than nothing at all indeed. However, he does manage to chip in at least one lighthearted joke. As corny as it was, "Just so you know, I would have stopped you from passing out the dishes too. I just had my hands a bit...preoccupied." a faint smile is given before he pours the stew into each container.

 

        Every container holds a fairly even amount as Tobias finishes. He places the pot down next to the camp fire, enough left over for at least three more fills. The dark-haired Hyur looks over again to Lorielle, offering another quiet smile before he hands her one of the bowls. "Back to resting and eating for you now," his tone both soothing and deep, "and thank you. For earlier." 

 

        He looks back over to the Miqo'te who had left, a slight frown now over his features though it dissipates quickly. "I hope we can find another chance to," his words trail with darkend eyes somewhat hidden behind raven locks as he ends his sentence with a genial upward curl of his lips. "Excuse me, will you?" Tobias takes two bowls, one in each hand and moves away from the campfire.

 

        "Gil for your thoughts?" the Hyur asks in a casual whisper with an offering of a meal. Hopefully his coming into view of Kieaira will not startle her too much.

[Kieairakitty]

Tobias and I did a bit of RP the other night in-game that fits in with this Roleplay, so I'm adding it in here, just an overview, not word for word

 

 

Kieaira looked up, she didn't seem startled or shocked in any way. Perhaps she was not lost so deep in thought as one might have though, her ears twitching as she heard the male approach. "Hmm?" She looked to his hands, holding two jugs of the stew she had made ... if you could even call it that.

 

She held her hands out to take it from him with a nod of thanks. The two began to chat, Kieaira even opened up a little, speaking of her home … something she was not very open about, but she found it easy to talk to this man. As the conversation continued she found herself blushing a lot … especially as her friendly joke turned slightly more PG-13.

 

It started off simple enough. She had offered him some of her leftover water, to wash the bland taste of the stew from his mouth, andcautiously he accepted. She joked it was a secret potion that would turn him into a Lalafell. A witch, she had called herself but he was quick to protest … instead he turned the joke on her.

 

Surely, the kiss of a lovely ivory haired Miqo’te with sparkling blue eyes, would cure him. Kieaira hid her face in her hands as it turned a bright red, causing her to squeak in embarrassment. A kiss?! Did all men think such thoughts? Why would he want to kiss me?! Her thoughts only encouraging the redness of her face.

 

Tobias merely laughed it off, as she let out a long breath she was holding in. Oh thank the Twelve he's not serious ... merely teasing me. A frown came to her lips. Why do they always tease me? With a huff, she waved him off. "Best get back ... Don't want to worry Lorielle ... especially since you are still healing."

 

During the conversation she had managed to choke down about half of the water and soggy vegetables, she was rather disappointed, but it would at least keep her going for the night, and hopefully it wouldn't take them long to hit Drybone tomorrow.

 

Kieaira sighed and looked up at Tobias, preparing to say something else ... but was interrupted as Draevn sauntered over. "Oi, leave the poor lass alone."

[Lorielle Sylwood]

Lorielle had long finished her helping of stew.  Whether or not it was dull, Lorielle loved vegetables.  She could have eaten most of the ingredients raw and would have been just as happy still.  She leaned back, basking beneath the cool breeze, wishing the moon would come out for just a moment at least.  There was no such glimmer of hope.  It was far too cloudy, as the rain prepared itself to fall down upon the unfortunate band of travelers.

 

The Elezen sat up again with a small sigh, looking around to see how everyone was fairing.  Tobias had been gone for quite a while now, and upon gazing across the horizon, she saw him sitting alongside Kieaira.  One of her dark brows perked upon her head, turquoise eyes gleaming in the night.  Something inside of her caught itself, causing her to clear her throat a bit and look back at the fire.

 

Was she bothered?  She did not know what had so suddenly come over her.  She couldn't really put her finger on what might have disturbed her.  Was she jealous?  She cocked her head in thought, her eyes narrowing softly.  No, not quite jealousy.  Lorielle had never really felt the pull of envy, but she was certain this was not the same feeling.

 

Whatever it was, she brushed it off, helping herself to another serving of the soup.  No one else had been gathered around it, and she assumed that if she did ask anyone if they would mind, they would deny it.  She served herself from the pot into her makeshift bowl, eating it almost as soon as she finished pouring it.  She had not realized just how hungry she was.  It was a shame she did not bring any bread with her, as it would go along well with the...vegetable water.

 

She wanted to go and thank Kieaira for the meal.  But then she would be interrupting whatever conversation she and Tobias were having.  Did she want to interrupt them?  Remind them of her presence?  Lorielle shook her head, her nose cringing and crinkling between her eyes.  No, she didn't want those things.  Why was she trying to convince herself that she should be jealous?  Silly woman things.

 

Her attention went back to finding something to do.  She assigned herself the task of poking at the fire, tending to it with nurturing care.  She grabbed a stick and began shuffling the firewood around, moving some pieces closer and rekindling the flame.  They would need to get more if they were going to keep the fire burning much longer.

 

Without a word, the Elezen got to her feet.  She moved almost noiselessly to the caravan, finding her folded tunic where she had left it.  She tossed it over her arm, carrying it in the crook of it as she hopped from the caravan and made her way to a nearby tree.  She searched the ground for any fallen branches, finding very few worth keeping.

 

Looking up into the leaves, she wrapped the end sleeves of her tunic around her hand.  She tossed the tunic up and over a thick, low branch, grabbing the other sleeve once it had fallen.  She then hoisted herself up, using her feet to steady herself against the trunk as she climbed her way up to sit on the branch.  From here she picked off thicker branches, holding them in her tunic.

[Nirri]

As he rummaged through the bag for a few moments longer. The only things retrieved from it in the end was the green-ish jacket with a single Garlean insignia on the back. After placing his bag and the rest of it's contents back onto the cart, a frown took place on his face at the sight of the only person still sitting in the near vicinity was the driver who he didn't even know the name of due to lack of attention.

 

The sand rising up around Clavier as he took a seat against the cart rather then directly seated at the warm fire. The green irises of his eyes shifting to look from Tobias and Kieara to Lorielle moving to collect more firewood.

[Tobias Nightbringer]

Tobias had already consumed half of his soup by the time he got to Kieaira. He was...voracious...when it came to food sometimes. It was indeed fortunate he had hastily ate before arriving where the Miqo'te woman was as their conversation took over his attention and thoughts entirely. It was quite a pleasant surprise for the Midlander with jet-black hair. Perhaps pleasant for her as well.

 

        Teasing the poor woman was not Tobias' intent--from the start. Despite the somewhat rocky beginning they had while on the caravan, their conversation was almost second-hand. More interestingly, when they began to joke back and forth it felt...natural. At ease. Of course, it was not meant to last more than a few memorable seconds.

 

        "Aye, best I not make the Lady worry anymore than she already has. Though, she seems to have made sure that it was mended completely. But yes," his head turns to look over to where he last saw Lorielle, but instead his brows stitch slightly together as she was no longer there, "best get back then." he stands from where he was sitting next to Kieaira, "Good night." the usual wisp of his smile being the last interaction Tobias offers her before Draevyn appears and cuts off whatever Kieaira had wanted to say.

 

   "Oi, leave the poor lass alone."

   "I was merely saying greetings."

   "Uh-huh, 'course you were!"

   "And I am sure you will be much better company." Tobias rolls his eyes teasingly as he comments.

   "O'Course I will!" Draevyn says with a flash of his pearly whites. Tobias merely rolls his eyes again amused and gives a casual wave over his shoulder in farewell from the two as he makes his way with still some soup left in his bowl.

 

        By the time he reaches the campfire, what left of the contents in his bowl had vanished. He begins to collect any used make-shift containers and puts them in a pile. After he cleans up any tiny bit of mess that was left from the crew, he eyes the remaining extra 'soup' and decidedly fills up his container for another serving. While he polishes off another bowl, however, he keeps eyes scanned and his senses alert as if looking for something. Or someone. 

 

        It did not take very long for Tobias to finish off his second serving and just as he did, he notices the fire had become less lively. So naturally, he prepares to go find more wood and fuel for the open fire-pit. He takes one last glance around the area, but still could not catch a view of what he sought before he begins his search.

[Kieairakitty]

Draevyn smiled down at Kieaira, believing he had saved her from whatever onslaught of flirting Tobias had done to cause her face to flush with redness. He gave her a small wink, and folded his hands back behind his head as he looked up at the clouds. "Should get things set up for bed ... that rain will be here soon." He nodded, turning off to head back towards the cart.

 

Kieaira let out a small sigh and stood up, raising her arms over her head as she stretched, just as the first droplet of water fell onto her forehead. With a sense of urgency she walked quickly back to the others, passing by Draevyn on the way, a large tarp and some rope in hand, presumably to hang up over the chocobos.

 

"Where are the sleeping bags?" She asked, looking around. "We can put at least two in the back of the cart since it's covered.... and everyone else can use the tent ... then we won't be crowded."

 

She didn't wait for a response before setting to work. Pushing the large crates to create a sort of barrier in the back of the cart, just as the wind began to pick up, sending a chill down her spine. "Hurry up!" She cried but her words were lost as a loud crash of thunder shook the land. Kieaira winced, her ears flat against her head, and a look of fear on her face.

[Nirri]

As the first thunder struck through Thanalan. Several small Eft's started to come from the shadows that the night had casted on the rocks and ground, most likely frightened by the sound of the thunder as they paid no attention to the occupants of the camp and merely ran through it. Clavier gripped onto the side of the cart to haul himself onto his feet, only a short gaze rested on Kieara within the cart moving the boxes into a sort of barrier against the heavy winds that the thunder brought along. With only a few steps he found himself in the back of the cart to assist Kieara with moving any crates still out of place into their most effective positions as a barrier.

 

 

"Just a storm. It can't hurt you."

 

 

Without any further words being given he stepped back down from the cart and stood down at the ladder, even though he had tried to give her some peace of mind he found himself reaching for the hilt of the shortsword. But a scared animal sure can. Clavier thought to himself as another small eft bumped into the cart before scurrying off as the sky and surrounding Thanalan was lit up by a single lightning that stretched down towards the ground.

[Lorielle Sylwood]

Lorielle had just finished her gathering when the wind picked up.  She could not get a good look at the state of the sky from inside of the tree.  She tied the sleeves of her tunic together, making a makeshift bag full of large branches.  She dropped the package below her, then hopped from the tree.  She landed hard, balancing herself by pivoting weight onto the palms of her hands.

 

When she sat up, a small eft had just whipped passed her and squirmed away.  She gasped, hopping back quickly to watch it disappear over a rock.  She turned her head, seeing the clouds churn above, lightning occasionally streaking through them.  The firewood would not be needed after all.

 

She grabbed the bag, running back to the camp where Tobias had been sitting.  She dropped the tunic onto the ground, the wood audibly bumping around inside.  She was going to say something to him, but rumbling thunder cut her short as the wind blew into her face like tiny needles.  With that gust the fire was out, and with it, any warmth.  Lorielle was beginning to regret using her tunic as a bag, but she didn't like the idea of sleeping in splinters.

 

Seeing Kieaira pushing things around in the caravan, Lorielle ran to her.  She grabbed the side of the cart, picking herself up and over without disturbing the barrier she had made.  She scooped up the five sleeping bags she had found before, handing one to Kieaira and one to Clavier.  She knew not where they were sleeping, but knew Kieaira would need her own sleeping bag.  She seriously doubted she would be comfortable enough to share with anyone.

 

She hopped back out, landing with a little less grace than usual.  Carrying the remaining three sleeping bags back, she went into the tent.  She set the three down, rolling them out and zipping them open.  Once that was finished, she popped back out to see what everyone was doing, to be greeted by hurling wind scattering her hair again.

[Tobias Nightbringer]

"The Sevens it can't, Boyo!" Draevyn retorts to Clavier's commentabout the storm. Though if one had trained ears, perhaps only a Miqo'te would have been able to hear the driver's approaching footsteps that were hidden by the winds that begin to wail, "Oschon no doubt pesterin' Llymlaen to another fruitless challenge! Better here though than Limsa, I say!" Draevyn shields his eyes from a gust of wind that briefly tides against the cart before he continues to look around for more crates to stack up inside the caravan, "Still, doesn't bode well that Rhalgr wants in on this. What with the thunder and lightnin' and all."

 

        Meanwhile, Tobias had already begun to prepare for the oncoming gale. He springs back to his feet after Lorielle left to Kieaira. Thanalan was no stranger to the winds and rain, but something felt...off. Ominous even. That or the Hyur was being particularly cautious. 'Keeps the blade out from between your shoulders' as he was known to say. Time for more tasks, the first task to make sure everything was secure.

 

        Maybe the Hyur planned it, maybe it was dumb luck, maybe it was a coincidence. Regardless, Lorielle came into the tent with the Hyur already inside, crouched and working in a corner. His back may have been turned to her, but the moment she entered, the shuffling about comes to a stop. His head turns enough only to reveal a bit of the bangs that hung wistfully over his right eye. Though, once Tobias notices who came in, his body turns only a little more so that he may offer a welcoming smile to the Elezen inside of the tent.

 

        However, if the two had any interaction after or if they simply set back to work in silence was unbeknownst to any save for the two. Right after Lorielle pops out of the tent, Tobias follows suit and shields the side of his face to at least block any bits of rock, weed, dirt, or any other bits of earth that would try to assail him. A quick glance cuts over to the Elezen woman before he begins to jog in haste towards the caravan where Clavier, Draevyn, and Kieaira are.

[Kieairakitty]

Kieaira swallowed hard, swallowing down her fear. She hated ... and I mean -hated- thunderstorms, but right now was not the time to be cowering. She looked towards the tent where Lorielle and Tobias had disappeared too and wrinkled her nose, though why would remain unknown as she finished piling the carts, leaving just a small entryway into the cart.

 

"I.. I'll stay here." She said unrolling one of the sleeping bags in the back of the cart, another shiver trembling down her spine. The soft pitter patter against the cover of the cart began ... the rain was coming, slowly at first, but it would soon pick up.

 

Before anyone could object, she slid down into the sleeping bag, shoes and all, and pulled the bag up to her nose, her eyes staring out into the darkness, though she could at least still see well, perhaps better than most of the others. The cart rocked gently but stayed strong, and she only hoped it would help lull to her sleep, but for now she would merely shiver beneath the sleeping bag, trying to warm up as quickly as she could.

[Nirri]

His shoulders rolled back as the first drops of rain fell down onto the sand and the cart. The green eyes shifting to cautiously check the dark land before them, "How is Amal'jaa activity around these parts?" he asked Draeyn with a concerned tone. 

 

The sleeping bag he got handed earlier by Lorielle still tucked under his arm as he turned around to fold it open across Kieara's sleeping bag with ease to provide her with more warmth. Why did you have to ask. Why ask about the Amal'jaa. Wasn't your first encounter not enough? His mind wandering between what the storm would bring along as a method to make this trip even more hellish then it already was.

 

The sound of the two chocobo's alerting him to look over in their direction but the heavy rain only showing the shapes of the chocobo's and a single small eft scurrying inbetween them clearly having made a few steps in it's scurrying in fear due to the thunder striking down as a hammer on an anvil.

[K'nahli]

Amadi saw his chance. Charging forth from the shadows, he made directly for the elezen female who had been momentarily isolated from the group, immediately hooking his arms under hers and linking his hands together behind her head. The highlander's large build was an almost guaranteed assurance that she would not easily escape his grasp unaided. He let out a brazen laugh as he found amusement in the female's startled reaction as she naturally struggled against her unseen assailant.

 

"Save your energy, lass. Last thing you want to do is piss off my little friend here.... he has quite the temperament" a midlander advised the young female as he strolled casually into view. He, like his larger companion, was wearing a rain cloak, the hood of which concealed most of his facial features until he drew closer. His beady, green eyes glimmered like those of a serpent's out from beneath the shadow that cast across his face by the hood. A scar traversing across his right eye was the only distinguishing feature visible to the girl.

 

The rain quickly descended upon them from the darkening sky above. The strong winds caused the rain to lash heavily against the men's cloaks and the exposed female, almost immediately soaking her through and likely placing her in further discomfort. Visibility decreased noticeably, much to the disadvantage of the travelers, some of whom may yet still not be fully aware of their friend's predicament(if any at all). Tarquin drew closer to the female, placing his face within breathing distance of hers, both in an attempt to intimidate her and to ensure that she heard him clearly over the howling wind.

"How about you introduce us to your friends, eh?" he said with a smirk before raising his eyes to meet with those of Almadi's. He gestured with his head, instructing for him to proceed closer towards the caravan with their captive. The highlander nodded in understanding and proceeded forwards, forcing the female along with him as he continued to retain her in a lock. Tarquin followed alongside, lagging a little behind as he strutted with confidence towards their targets - brimming with confidence and the feeling of total control.

[Lorielle Sylwood]

As Lorielle began to leave the tent, she was greeted by rain falling harshly down upon her head.  Tobias took off ahead of her, heading towards the cart.  She had hardly taken one step after him when something swept up beneath her arms and forced them back.  Something rested hard against the back of her head, but she had enough room to turn her head shortly.

 

Just as she did, a face came closer to hers, speaking in a hushed tone near her ear.  If she screamed at the top of her lungs, she would be heard even over the wind and rain.  But she feared what would come of it.  As they began walking, her being forced ahead, she found her feet were still very much free.

 

She could easily swing up her legs, drawing them into her chest.  Then she could throw them back, throwing her heels full force into her captor's groin.  However, there was no guarantee that this would cause him to release her.  Any form of rebellion would likely get her killed, or killed faster.

 

Her turquoise eyes gleamed with feral anger, her adrenaline boiling as they neared the caravan where the others stood.  Save it, she thought to herself.  Save that adrenaline for when it's needed.

 

She was soaked to the bone, the rough handling from her captor causing long strands of her hair to fall over her shoulders and cling to her skin.  There was something burning behind her eyes.  Her face was solid as a rock until she could see her fellow travelers inside of the caravan.  Suddenly her thoughts of freeing herself and beating the life from her captor fled her.  Her mind was bent with worry for the strangers she had come to take as her companions.

 

She looked up at them with wide, pleading eyes.  Escape, she wanted to tell them.  Get out of here and escape.  Do not do what they tell you, whether they have a hostage or not.  But in the short time she had come to know them, she felt they were stubborn enough no to listen to her.

[Nirri]

Clavier stepped forward as Lorielle appeared before him with arms forcing her in position. The black steel of his sword being revealed as it was pulled from the sheeth, in the night it would almost seem as if he was holding nothing but the drops slipped down along the blade and hilt. The lightning being reflected in it - "Are you okay, Lorielle?"

 

By the tone of his voice it becomes audible that he was worried for her well being due her current predicament she found herself in at the hand of the highlander. Another huge flash accompanied by the thunder revealing most of the people in the vicinity of the caravan, everyone not within shelter by now soaked.

[Tobias Nightbringer]

Tobias travels a fulm and two ilms at best before he hears the sudden guffaw of a stranger at his back. The Midlander stops mid-stride as hands rest on his pouch and belt while he stands with back turned to Lorielle and the two men that began to talk to her. The howling wind would unfortunately deafen the words of the cloaked Midlander, so Tobias would not be able to hear what was being said as the skies darkened quite quickly and almost suddenly. The decreased visibility was indeed a disadvantage to the traveler's--but the disadvantage worked both ways.

 

        The flash of light reveals his back to the strangers for a second, though alert of their approach. If any movements the Hyur could have been made out, due to the darkening sky and sudden hail of rain, it would only be a shift in his forearm before it drops casually to his side. Eyes close briefly with a silent sigh as Clavier steps forward from the caravan.

 

        Tobias was the closest to Lorielle as he turns face to the two men even after Clavier moved forward. The raven-haired Hyur stares at the two men. A Highlander and Midlander. Tobias' eyes were completely hidden from rain, darkness, and color of hues alone as he sizes them. However, thoroughly soaked yet not a sign of disturbance shown, Tobias the Midlander gives the other Midlander, whom was behind Lorielle, a curt nod as words this time seem to speak louder than actions, "You are overdue. It would prove arduous to mollify Gens Caelius if he were to ascertain such lackadaisical efforts." the sudden authoritative tone with a resounding bass cuts through wind and rain like blade cuts through flesh.

 

Fifty yalms.

[Kieairakitty]

Kieaira was buried between two sleeping bags at this point, just the tips of her white ears showing, but she could hear someone talking ... it sounded like Tobias. The howl of the wind and the patter of the rain against the cloth caravan cover were drowning out what he was saying, but she assumed it wasn't directed at her.

 

She pulled the sleeping bags closer as another roll of thunder shook the cart, causing a soft, and most likely unheard, whimper to escape past her thin lips. Her entire body was trembling, and she still didn't even know anything was wrong, save for the storm.

[K'nahli]

"What's this?!" the midlander retorted as he let out an astounded laugh, an insult to Tobias' courageous defiance towards the mens' appearance.

 

Tarquin quickly drew his sword, throwing it swiftly off to his side as it came to meet with Lorielle's neck at a dangerous speed. He pressed the blade firmly against her vulnerable throat, enough to trouble the girl's breathing but not so hard as to cause bleeding.

 

"You best choose your fights more wisely, lad" Tarquin sneered as a bolt of lightning illuminated the grave scene, followed shortly by a clap of thunder that acted almost as an emphasis of the reality of the man's pending threat.

 

"...'lest you want to see your lady-friend here paint the dirt red" he added with a darker, more serious tone as his expression formed into that of a grimace, feeling almost offended by the man's arrogance.

[Nirri]

The second the blade was drawn by Tarquin, Clavier took no hesistance in stepping forward a bit with his left hand raised to beckon the men to stop. "Hey.. No! Don't. What you two want?!", this time he shouted more to get above the sound of the raging thunder striking downward. The black sword in his right hand being lowered abit to the ground as if trying to put the two men at ease.

[Lorielle Sylwood]

Lorielle strained against the blade, parting her lips and testing just how much she could expand her throat without causing herself harm.

 

"Don't listen to them," she said softly, her bright eyes cut narrow.  At this moment, she felt more angry than afraid.  How dare someone take her hostage.  If she was given a chance to release her pent up adrenaline, she might have broken their jaws with her staff.

 

She did not fear death.  She never had.  Her life was of little concern to her.  Her body was merely a tool to her mind to go out and do her bidding and help others.  Her body could die but her deeds would live on.

 

"Just run."

[K'nahli]

Tarquin lowered his blade, allowing it to hang readily by his side as he took a quick stride towards their captive. He gripped Lorielle's jaw firmly with his fingers and thumb which served as a clamp, digging roughly into her soaked cheeks with a pincer-like grip as he held her head still before him, bringing his face in close once again to address her sharply. Amadi remained ever-vigil however. His unrelenting gaze fixated upon the silhouettes of the other passengers who continued to be bombarded by the heavy rain, ready to respond to any move they dared make while his leader had his back turned.

 

"I liked you better when ya were silent, lassie" Tarquin spat at her menacingly before releasing his grip with a rough jerk. He spared the elezen no mercy for her humble plea, little did he fear that they would actually accept her terms however. Tarquin swiftly raised his hand, delivering a harsh strike across the woman's face to serve as reminder of her position in this situation before returning his glare to the onlookers, slowly raising his sword back up to the woman's neck. This time however, barely making contact with her skin.

 

His eyes fell upon Clavier, the male.. the archer who had requested to know their intentions. Tarquin raised his chin smugly as he prepared to speak, though his expression remained solid and aggressive.

 

"If ye all behave yerselves then you might just be rid of us no lesser off than how we found ye. Minus yer cargo there of course..."

 

Tarquin studied Clavier intently for a short moment, pressing his lips lightly together as his glance (moved towards the bow that was strapped against his body?).

 

" 'fore that..." he began as he withdrew his weapon from Lorielle's neck and instead began pointing it towards the archer.

 

 

"Lay down your bow... slowly.." he instructed firmly, his gaze briefly breaking away from the man at this point as he began scanning the area. He had counted two additional travelers earlier, yet now they were missing from view.

[Tobias Nightbringer]

Tobias makes no visible sign of reaction as Lorielle was struck. He watches and listens to both sides. From Tarquin's demands to Lorielle's plea for them to 'just run'. That thought alone only helps assist the Hyur as another boisterous laughter breaks through after Tarquin. Hidden eyes still yet to leave the form of the other Midlander.

 

       "I atone," the black-hair man begins as he slowly raises his arms out and up, "it appears that I embarrass my person in the presumption that you were here in the abetment of subterfuge of these fine travelers." Ever since Tobias began to talk to the men, his speech was 'unique'. His words, odd in selection. His dialect not native to Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, Gridania, or anywhere else near those lands.

 

       The Hyur would assume if anyone could determine the origin of his sudden accent, it would have been the green-eyed archer. "But instead," Tobias continues as he slowly walks backwards towards Clavier, "I find merely feeble bandits. Only after the cargo." If there had been a flash of lightning, they would clearly see a smirk that would ooze a feeling of 'superiority' over the men. "So allow me to make one self very clear that even your imbecilic Highlander can understand." words pointedly spoken to the one known as Amadi while Tobias stands now next to Clavier.

 

       "I. Am. Garlean." Tobias enunciates every syllable pointedly as to make sure he was heard. Suddenly the Midlander strikes in a swift left hook--into Clavier's gut. As the archer buckles over, Tobias quickly bends down with Clavier to wrest the blade from his hand and pulls the jacket that adorns the branded man.

 

       After Tobias disarms and disrobes Clavier, he pushes the exposed Hyur towards Amadi and Tarquin, but not close enough to be struck by either men. "So, if you have not taken notice yet, opportunity fortunes you gentlemen. You can do right, by the abetment of the Empire, and never spend another moon out in this miserable cold with Gil that lines your every pouch, or..." he pauses to let the previous statement linger, "you can spend every conscious bell peering over your shoulder until the inevitable finds you. And drives the life slowly from your lungs."

 

       The change in Tobias' demeanor from the norm was that of something more...sinister, taunting even. "Turn so these fine fellows may see the marking on your backside. Clavier, was it? Accommodate these folks as to why you have been branded." With Clavier's sword in hand, the turncoat Hyur taps the flat side of his blade leisurely against his leg.

 

       This game of subterfuge was more than risky. It was probably downright stupid. A risk that could pay in dividends. Forty yalms.

[A'sih]

(Yeesh.. I was away for a day or two and come back to pages upon pages or posts . Yeah, my weekends are pretty packed in schedule. Just impliment somewhere in here that X'ahce just left the caravan and walked to Gridania. I just don't have the time on the weekends to keep up with all the posts, no offense of course! I like the roleplay, but I can't manage it. Sorry D: )

[Nirri]

A gasp escaped the man as he buckled over due the sudden impact in his gut, the black blade easily being pulled from his hand as he tried to regain a decent breathing pattern still weakened due to the earlier injuries substained in the battle with the toxic toad. His expression turning into almost full hatred as he glared at Tobias while being pushed forward.

 

 "What the hell is this?" he barked at Tobias,

 

 

Clavier's upper body glistening as it gets soaking wet in a matter of seconds. The brand of the Garlemand flag visible to both men that had taken a hold over Lorielle, his fingertips nervously rubbing together as if trying to figure out what to say exactly. A lie or a full on truth.

 

"Fine. I used to be soldier for Garlean. Part of Gaius legion that normally stands firm over Ala Mhigo. But I deserted after we were ordered to round up a bunch of citizens and execute them for stealing food. In turn I was found and they decided to rather let me live but with a brand that would mark my wrongdoings as a soldier for Garlean. Making it impossible for me to make any sort of connection to anyone. I gave up a beautifull life because I couldn't handle a simple killing." 

 

 

During his words his speaking becomes more hushed but still audible above the clattering rain and thunder. The anger of Tobias betrayal still there in his tone, his head turning to look at both men, his feet digging into the wet sand.

[Kieairakitty]

Sorry for my lack of responses lately - Had a busy weekend with family. And while I am sad X'ahce is currently unable to continue with us, due to RL ... I hope he will join in again when he has more time.

 

 

Kieaira's ears, the only thing visible above the double sleeping bags, twitched as she tried to make out what those around her were saying. Another loud crash of thunder and another whimper passed her lips as she tightened her grip on the sleeping bags. It's just a storm.... It's just a storm...  She took a deep breath, and lowered the sleeping bag, crawling out from under it, and crawling towards the boxes that kept her hidden inside the cart.

 

She peeked out between two of the crates to see why everyone was still chatting and not rushing off to the tent. Her eyes widen and she had to slap her hands over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud as she saw the man whom held a blade to Lorielle. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? She bit down on her lower lip nervously, as she looked around the cart ... What could she do?!

 

Finally, an idea struck her, slowly she pushed herself up on her knees and placed the palms of her hands on the top box, which was small enough and light enough for her to pick up easily. In one swift movement she grabbed the box and threw it as fast and hard as she could, hoping that wherever it landed it would distract the man enough that someone could step in and either free Lorielle, or Lorielle could at least free herself.

 

Kieaira ducked down as soon as the box left her hands, not wanting to be seen by these men, she wasn't a fighter, wasn't a healer ... and she did not want to become a burden either.