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The Fight for Independence -RP (open spots)

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((@Lrcy: No horseback, just on foot

@Marian: Don't worry, you'll be able to control more when we get this thing on the road.))

 

Grada, The Hanging Witch Tavern

 

"Thank you young sir, for your guidance," Dragar said to the young man. Dragar noted that he had not paid too much attention to Talei on the way. That was good. Walking over to the counter he quickly surveyed the small room. It was clean and cosy. Three tables on the left side, another three on the right. People were looking at him and Talei from under their brows and whispering to one another. Dragar took off his hat and bowed his head slightly in greeting to all that they passed.

 

The tavern keeper looked at Dragar and Talei appraisingly. "Good afternoon. What brings three such fine people here, to the middle of nowhere?" he then asked with a thick country accent. This man must be drunk. Dragar replied to him: "Three? But we are only two. My daughter and I. We should like two rooms for the week, if you have any to spare."

 

"Isn't that young woman with you? I'm sorry. Just that we rarely get any travellers here, and three in one day! Seemed like more than a coincidence. I reckoned you'd be in the same party. But, let's see, two rooms for the week. Aye, that I have. That would be twenty silver pieces, in advance. It's not that I don't trust you, fine gentleman as you are, but times are rough, one must look after oneself."

 

"Of course, of course. Here, twenty silver pieces." Dragar handed the money to the tavern keeper. His money pouch felt considerably lighter after the transaction.

 

"I thank you. And if you or the fine lady should need something, just call on ol' Robbie." Robbie handed Dragar the keys. Dragar took them and gave the other to Talei.

 

"You can go and rest now. The journey has been long. If you'll need me I'll either be here or in my room," he then said to Talei.

 

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Salie, Aunt Hilda's house

 

The old woman walked over to the kitchen. She yelled out to Hana: "You can go to the sitting room". The sitting room was a room with furniture that was at least 50 years old. There was a table, around which there were two high chairs and a sofa. All with floral design. The wood in the table was chipped, but all the furniture had a sense of former grandeur, just as the house did. It was as though it had once been a marvellous home, rich and lavish, but now had faded.

 

Hilda limped in with a tray laden with a tea set and a plate of biscuits. The tea set was as the house, old and chipped, but looked as if it had once been valuable and beautiful.

 

She put the tray on the table, poured two cups of tea with wobbling hands, took one of them and sat on one of the chairs.

 

"I have read what your father had to say about you coming here. Now I would like to hear what you have to say", she said to the young woman.

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Madazen was very drunk, but he decided to find out who those people were. Hmmm..... The Madazen shouted, "Drinks all around to welcome these travelers!!" and Madazen handed the bar tender some money. Now! Madazen's mind told him. Madazen still drunk, walked up to the new traveler sitting at the counter drinking. "So, what brings ya here to such a small village?"

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I took the small town talk from the tavernkeep- Robbie- in stride. His talk was slow and smooth- the kind you could trust easily. I got the general feel of an easy going place in the midst of such uproar around it. A very close knit community in which one could probably find a home easily. It all made me uneasy and I wished Dragar had no business here... that we could just move on in the morning, but such was not my luck. I didn't seem to have very good luck lately.

I took the key from the only father figure I remembered having and had only made a centimeter of leave when a drunken buffoon sauntered over, "So what brings ya here to such a small village."

As I caught notice of him, I just barely groaned- not loud enough to hear over the din, but when he actually spoke to us, I screamed silently. Keeping an outwardly polite and simple countenance, I tried to make my escape, "I'm just following the whims of my father, here," I motioned to Dragar, "and I'm quite tired so, as I cannot answer your question nor am I fit company as of now, I believe I'll take my leave. G'night, sir. Perhaps we could talk at a better time. G'night father." I lightly kissed Dragar on the crown of his head, keeping up the familial act, then scampered to my room- all but running from the sodden man. Besides, the dagger was beginning to chafe. On the way, I determined to make a softer cover for it, seeing as it might very well spend months in my shoe.

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Some more people arrived at the tavern, making a ruckus as they came in and spoke with the tavern's owner, Robbie. By this time, Vega had had a few drinks already - a couple shots of vodka mixed with a blend of cold citrus juices. It went down well, almost too well, in fact, and she was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol in her weary body.

 

Robbie then implied that she was traveling with this rag-tag group. Vega scowled to herself. As if she'd ever travel with the likes of these people! Not that she was particularly high class or anything but she much prefered to travel on her own. After all, the only person Vega could trust was herself. And she didn't need a bed to sleep in. She hardly slept anyway and it would be a waste of her "hard-earned" money - she'd sleep under the stars tonight, probably.

 

Then, almost out of nowhere, one of the men who just came in approached the only young girl out of those who just arrived, reeking of alcohol and asking her some intrusive question or something. Not that it really mattered what he was saying if he really was that drunk. If anything, it was clear he was a bother, not only to the girl but to Vega, disturbing the peace and all.

 

Vega quickly drained her fifth (six? seventh?) glass, scowled again, and yelled, "Quiet and leave the girl alone!" Then, without warning, she took the glass and threw it straight at him - well, as straight as her alcohol-buzzed mind could make out.

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Madazen quickly dodged the glass. He woke up from his drunk state instantly and took the bottle out from his backpack and sip it a little just to make sure. "Don't make any trouble in this town!" Madazen took the hunting knife from his belt. It was well polished and glowed even in the darkness. Everyone in the tavern looked at him. Madazen thought for a moment then put the dagger away and left the tavern. Imbisuls! I should've attacked them but with too many people there it wasn't a good time. Madazen sat right out side the tavern calm now and started thinking about his past.

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Miryam saw Madazen come out of the tavern and sit down. Her curiousity got the better of her so she walked over to ask him about the two strangers he lead to the tavern earlier.

 

"Evening, Madazen. How are you doing? I was wondering about the two strangers who came to town. Know anything about them?"

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"Well," I said, shrugging, "the thing is that I just didn't go to school every day I was supposed to. I don't know why it's such a big deal--moat people don't go to school."

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Grada, the Hanging Witch tavern

 

Dragar saw the glass being thrown as in slow motion. The thrower was the same woman Robbie had motioned to when talking about the third stranger. It was a young woman, apparently travelling alone. The road was not safe these days, especially for young women travelling alone. But she seems to be able to take care of herself. And others, even though her aim may be a little off while so apparently intoxicated. But this was not Dragar's fight, so he left for his room.

 

Robbie the tavern keeper stepped out from behind his counter. "Now, now, young lady. We won't be havin' any of that in my tavern, oh no. You'd best be getting outside to cool off," he said while stepping towards Vega and making a move to take her by the shoulders to escort her out.

 

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Salie

 

Hilda listened to the girl. Then she replied: "Your father would say that school is a priviledge, and you should make the most of it. But I say you're old enough to decide for yourself. And I welcome the help."

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Madazen looked up at the clear sky then at Miryam. Madazen knew that Miryam was still sad about her husband's death, but Madazen couldn't do anything about it. Then he finally spoke, "No Miryam, I know nothing about them but they shouldn't have come here. We will find out their reason soon enough." Then Madazen pulled out his hunting dagger and threw it a wall. Madazen retrieved it, put it away, and started for his cottage.

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"Thanks Madazen. See you later."

 

Miryam considered going into the tavern to get a better look at the strangers but decided not to...to many memories in there with her husband. Instead she headed back to her cottage.

 

"I should finish watering those plants before I go to bed." She thought to herself.

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Vega watched warily as the drunken man gained a sharper look to his eyes and pulled out an even sharper blade. The shattered glass lay forgotten on the floor in the corner in a pile of little pieces. Just as she was about to draw her own weapon, the man abruptly sheathed his knife and left, leaving Vega staring quizzically at the spot on the floor he had just vacated. 'What an odd man,' she thought to herself.

 

Then, Robbie stepped up, making to push her towards the door. Vega, still in a foul mood, slapped his hands away from her and glared at him threateningly. "Don't touch me! I can take myself outside on my own, thank you very much. It was nice while it lasted but soon, this place is goin' to hell anyway. Until then..." she said over her shoulder as she walked through the front door.

 

The night outside was dark and cool. The streets were fairly empty, lit only at regular intervals by flicking street lamps. In a rural place like Grada, there were probably tons of places she could find to stay until morning. Slinging her bag over one shoulder, Vega made her way down the darkened streets, realizing for the first time that she hadn't paid the barman for her last drink.

 

'Well, he was in such a rush to get me out that it's his problem,' she thought with an inward shrug. Sighing, she came across a large barn - not one for keeping animals in but one that land farmers kept their equipment and harvested crops in for some time. It was dark and there was no sign of any light from the house nearby where the farmer and his family must have lived so Vega carefully crept into the barn, put together a pile of hay, and settled in for the night until the morning.

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Grada

 

Dragar had a long and uneasy night. His duties would begin here. They began a long time ago, or so he thought at the time, but they had rewarded him hundred-fold. This time it might not be so. This time he might well march to his own death. There were rumours of war already, no doubt started by the Antasians. They would not be the ones to make the first move, though, not openly. They had the power, they had no reason for open war. Niminians, however, had all the reason, but not the means. Not yet. Dragar was going to offer them means, and motivation. And it would begin from his part here, in a small rural village called Grada, the wheat field. He wondered where the village had got its name. It would be interesting to ask Robbie that. But there might not be time for it. There was much work to do.

 

In the morning he took out his shaving kit, and shaved his shaggy beard, a thing he had not done for a while. He then washed himself using a cloth and some soap, and combed his hair. He rummaged through his bag for some fairly clean clothes, and managed to find some that were not smelly or all that dirty. They were worn, but presentable enough. There was a small smoky mirror in the room, and he watched his reflection for a while, lost in thought. This man he had not seen for a while. He looked like his father might have looked in his youth.

 

He then left his room and descended the stairs to the tavern. Robbie was again, or still, behind his counter showing no signs of fatigue as merry as can be expected from a rural tavern-keeper.

 

"Good mornin', fine sir. Had a good sleep, eh? The missus is making breakfast in the rear room. Should be ready in a wee while," the tavern keeper said.

 

"Your beds are fine, Robbie. And I haven't had this good a wash up in a long time. Say, Robbie, you know the folk around here pretty well, don't you?" Dragar asked.

 

"As good as any man can know another, I'd say," replied Robbie.

 

"I have a matter of grave importance that needs to be brought to the attention of the villagers. Do you know how I may summon the people to a meeting at the village square?"

 

"A matter of great importance, eh? There is this young lad that helps around the tavern and the stables that could run the matter from farm to farm, if you wish. He's a friendly lad, too," Robbie said after thinking a while. He then called out to the boy, whose name was Sam. A young boy, not older than ten, emerged from behind a door. His face was rather mischievous-looking and freckled.

 

"You called, sir Robbie," he said. Robbie slapped him in the back of his head playfully. "Now none of that 'sir Robbie' rubbish in front of customers, lad. This man has an errand that he wants you to run. You behave yourself now and you might get supper."

 

Dragar recognized Robbie's look, because he imagined he had sometimes had one just like it when Talei was growing up. But he would give anything now to have those days back.

 

"Sam, I have a very important job for you. Do it for me, and you'll get this," Dragar was holding up a silver piece. Sam's eyes brightened. "I want you to run to all the farms and tell them that there will be a meeting held at the village square at sunset today. I want all the men present, and as many of the women as will come. Tell them that this concerns everyone. Can you do it for me?"

 

"Tell them that Robbie says to come," Robbie added. He then said staright to Dragar: "I got a feelin' that this could be important and they might not be comin' for no stranger alone."

 

The boy nodded and ran out the door. Dragar turned his eyes to Robbie. This man sees a lot. "Thank you, Robbie. I am sure you are the reason if many come."

 

He then went over to Talei's room and knocked on the door.

 

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((If anyone wishes to come up with a good history for the name of the village, that'd be great. Go ahead. You can incorporate it into the story.))

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I had woken and washed as the sun came up... but wishing for a bit of privacy, I went to the window and watched the village wake. Eventually, a knock came to my door, and I went to it, feeling fully refreshed. Dragar waited on the other side, seeming a bit anxious, "Morning... is-" I pulled him into my room and closed the door. "Is something wrong, Dragar?" Noticing his newly shaven face, I gently ran my hand across his cheek and smiled, "It's been a while."

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Grada

 

As Talei ran her hand on Dragar's cheek, he was reminded of a situation years before, when she had be four, crying for her mother. He had been feeling lost, overwhelmed by his new responsibilities as a parent. He had kneeled beside her, crying himself, one of those rare occasions that tears had actually reached his eyes. She had stopped crying, and reached her hand to stroke his cheek. For a moment, the girl in front of him now, was not a strong young woman of seventeen, but that same little girl wanting some comfort. He raised his hand, enclosing hers with his and pressing it firmly against his cheek. He smiled back to her. "Do you like it? Think they will trust this man? I know I've said it a thousand times, but what we're doing here is important, and it's vital that they listen to me."

 

Feeling that the touch was now more to his comfort than hers he let go of her hand. "I have been a bit preoccupied lately, haven't I? It's just that war is coming, and everything will change, and I'm not sure all change will be for the better. But enough of that now. We have until sunset. Let's seek a private clearing and practice your skills with that dagger."

 

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((@Marian: I made a memory here. But if you feel that it's completely wrong, I'll edit it. Of course you know enough of the history of the pair to make memories yourself.))

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((k, i got a few questions~ what are the ages of Talei and Dragar and are the related in any way?))

 

 

Madazen heard a knock on his cottage door, he opened it curiously and saw Sam. "The village square at sunset," Sam told him. Madazen nodded then colsed the door. He washed up from his washbin by his bed. Then he dressed and swung his backpack over his shoulder and exited his cottage. Sun was shining bright and he headed to the tavern for breakfast.

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Miryam was out in her garden when she saw Sam came up to her cottage.

 

"Good day, Sam. How are you today?"

 

"Good, ma'am. Robbie says to come to the village square at sunset." Sam said.

 

"What for? Is this about the strangers in two?" Miryam ask.

 

"I think so." Sam replies.

 

"Thanks for letting me know." Miryam waves to Sam as he runs off. "I suspect this is going to be bad news." Miryam thinks to herself as she continues weeding her herb garden.

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((Talei is 17. They're not related... but... they have a lengthy familial-like past. It'll be explained more later.

mae, that's actually the kind of thing I was thinking about.

I'll edit or make a new post when I'm no longer disabled by this raving giddiness which plagues me so. >.<))

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Being *one of the only doctors in our quaint little Grada was a fine thing. I knew everyone here, and they all knew me. Luther Shtalgael, my name, was a name that was called with joy rather than... well, rather than what it used to be. It's true the work could become very stressful if a life hung on my skill, but thus far I'd not lost a single patient. I liked this work, bringing life to people who were in danger of losing it... no matter how ironic that might have seemed to me.

 

A knock on the door. It was the boy, Sam, who worked over at the tavern sometimes. "Another earache, Sam?" I asked, hand automatically moving to a nearby shelf for the ear medicine.

 

"No, sir. There's a newcomer in town with something important to say. He wants everyone to gather in the square at sunset to give him a hearing." The boy fidgeted, probably eager to dash to the next house and get on with his job. Even so,

 

"Newcomer? What sort of person was it?" I asked, no doubt repeating a question he'd been hearing all day long.

 

"A man with a younger lady at his side. I don't know much about him, but he's paying me a whole silver piece to spread his message!" He grinned at me, no doubt repeating a bit of bragging he'd been spouting all day long.

 

I grinned at him. "I see. Well I'll be there, thank you Sam." With that, he nodded and rushed off. Newcomers... why did I feel so uneasy? I closed the door, and my eyes moved slowly along the floor to a spot where I had raised a floorboard to hide it away so long ago. Why? Why did it call to me?

 

I shifted uncomfortably, a frown set on my face.

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(( :welcome: everance to this rp . sorry about this but im gonna post a second time in this rp. wait nvmd, i had a story on how the village was named this way but its preety short.))

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((Thanks for the welcomes, I do enjoy being in a good size RP.

 

@Mizzou: Sorry, I just looked back and saw that you mentioned it in your first post. I altered my post accordingly.))

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There was a shuffling noises mixed in with slow, heavy footsteps and lighter, quicker footsteps. Vega instantly became alert, surprised at herself for actually sleeping the night - perhaps the alcohol did help sometimes. In any case, the footsteps likely belonged to the owner of the farm, come to start his day's work, and that meant it was time for Vega to leave before she was noticed.

 

She snatched up her satchel, spread out the hay randomly so it didn't look so much like someone just slept in it, and then hid behind a partial wall when she heard two voices conversing. Vega froze, listening carefully.

 

"Robbie wants everyone to gather in the village square at sunset. It's important, says he," said the voice of a young boy, slightly out of breath from running. A messenger boy, then, Vega surmised.

 

"Important, eh?" said the farmer with his deep, rumbling voice. "Guess it can't be helped. I'll be there as soon as the missus'll let me. Thanks, Sammy boy."

 

The boy said a quick farewell and scampered away, and the farmer continued to make his way further into the barn. 'Definitely time to go,' thought Vega. She glanced around and found the back door. Sticking to the shadows, she quickly and quietly made her way to the back door, slipping away unnoticed.

 

Once she was outside of the farm's boundaries, she found a small creek with cool clean water, which she used to splash on her face and wash her hands, before heading back to the main part of the village. She hadn't intended to stay in Grada for long, since she figured it was one of those small, boring villages where nothing exciting happened, but this meeting later in the day was intriguing enough to convince her to stay at least until hearing them out.

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"I do like it- even though it shows you are most likely to young to have been my father." A kind smile spread across my face, "They should trust you, Dragar. You're easier to trust than many men... and this is an easier face to trust. I just wish you'd tell me what we're doing here so I don't seem surprised at anything. That would make them less likely to listen and trust you." I used to have him twisted round my little finger... but as I've gotten older... ugh- it's more difficult to get him to tell me things... but my eyes lightened at dagger practice. I hoped this was one I could throw. "I think I saw a suitable place on our way in." Immediately, I took off the slippers I wore to appear daintier and placed my feet back in their home- my well worn black, stripped leather boots. Into the right boot, I placed my dagger. Lacing my boots, I just barely looked up and spoke in what I hoped sounded like an innocent tone, "I think it would also be a suitable place to hunt some small game- game suitable for making into a harness for my dagger."

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