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Post by Voltaire 'The King' Vanda'ar on Jul 1, 2010 18:38:16 GMT -5
Above the gate high on a rock ledge sat the Carrion King clad in his normal leathers, armed to the teeth with daggers swords, and a compound bow. He surveyed the land before him, the lush green forests, the life the neighboring province sported, a large city in the distance. He wondered how the land could change so suddenly and lock his people into a earthen hell with rusted sand and not enough water, when the people practically next door, lived like that. He worried for his people and the worsening conditions the Ca'rion State was home too. Would there come a time when they needed to fight, to expand their territory? Protect their way of life? Would his people be up to the task, and would they be able to stay focused?
He knew that political relations with the Ca'rion state would be considered a joke, and that one day, force would be the only option. He unsheathed on of his swords and pointed it toward the Horizon, at the large city. Carefully he stood up, "Make no mistake, I will destroy you if need be."
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Post by Jack Spade on Jul 1, 2010 19:10:27 GMT -5
A ways in the distance, the man clad in a black sleevless shirt with a black cloak tied around his waist trudged along the desert lands, making his way towards the intimidating wall.
The heat was unbearable. His water was nearly gone. His rations were but a few stale buns and some dried meat and a small bit of dried fruits. The bag he had strapped across a shoulder felt heavier and heavier. He knew of the troubles this place had, but this? He hadn't crossed a place with water in days. There was sand in his boots. His midnight blue hair was tied back in a pony tail and drenched with sweat. He just wanted to find a bed to sleep for the night.
If it wasn't for his need to destroy the factions out to destroy his empire, and the need to refresh his alliances, he wouldn't be making this trek. He'd be back home studying the world that he's been stuck in for so many years.
The great wall in the distance became bigger and bigger as he got closer and closer. How much longer was he going to have to walk? Was it just illusions in the heat? He was already exhausted enough from cooling the air around him for so long, maybe he was becoming delusional? He shook his head. It wasn't going to do him any good contemplating this.
Just keep on going. He shook his head again. A little while longer and you can find an inn...
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Post by Voltaire 'The King' Vanda'ar on Jul 1, 2010 19:37:48 GMT -5
It didn't take Voltaire long to spot the dark speck on the red sand, he watched it a moment before curiosity overtook him and he began to scale his way down the outcroppings on the rock ledge, something he had obviously had a lot of practice doing. It didn't take him long to get from the top to the bottom where he would be visible to the newcomer, but not to the gate watchers.
"You." He called out loudly pointing accusingly at the man. He sounded as though he had something else to say, but didn't open his mouth again after that.
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Post by Jack Spade on Jul 1, 2010 19:56:00 GMT -5
His ears perked at something. Was something calling out to him? He couldn't tell. For all he knew, it was just his heat caused delusions again. But DAMN was he hot. And thirsty. Perhaps, he thought, I should just drink the rest of my water and suffer later.
He lifted his head again. The same wall. Bigger this time, but still waving in the heat rising from the ground. An illusion. A damn illusion. This time, however, someone stood by it. Boy, his mind is sure mean to him. So's the heat. Playing tricks on him like that. He swore it was conspiracy.
He closed his eyes and shook his head yet again. Maybe it wasn't a trick. Maybe that person was really there and maybe he was the one who shouted at him. Opening his eyes he raised a hand above his eyes to shield them from the light and squinted to see him better. He couldn't let the heat get the better of him. Though he extiguished most of his energy keeping the air cooler around him, that was no excuse for letting such a thing do this to him.
After a bit of observation, he finally came to the conclusion that this was no illusion. There was a real man there, pointing at him, while by a real wall. He really was here.
His hand in shot in front of him in a mock point back. "You," he shouted back, "Are real?"
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Post by Voltaire 'The King' Vanda'ar on Jul 1, 2010 20:13:27 GMT -5
"Am I real?!" He called out, "What kind of question is that, of course I'm real. Real as the hot hot sun and the rusty sand traveler." he was still pointing at the man, it was almost comical now, and he had no real reason to be pointing at him. He had since sheathed his sword, meaning no harm to the traveler.
Was He real? what kind of question was that? Maybe he's lost and confused...
After a moment longer he put his hand down, not wanting to tire his arm out in case of the need to fight. His once black hair stood high above his head, in a sort of mohawk, the sun had bleach his hair and it began to go brown. his eye however, were sharp and dark, a mix of amber and black, they bore no whites at all. For the most part, he looked quite human, but his eyes spoke a completely different tune.
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Post by Jack Spade on Jul 1, 2010 20:45:51 GMT -5
The man grinned and dropped his hand. He began to walk with a little more enthusiasm. It was about time he reached this place forsaken by the gods. A long journey indeed, but finally he could rest. This world was so much different than his own, he really should have studied it better. Better knowledge of this odd world would have made the journey MUCH better. He knew there was tons of files about this world on the computers back at the tower, but he just hadn't the time since being here.
A thought had struck him. He could have simply summoned his wings and sheltered himself. Cursing under his breath for his sudden attack of stupidity, he finally was but arm's length with the man. His grey eyes studied the man for a moment and bowed. "Lor-" His voice cracked, proving it was much drier than he had though. He coughed and began again, "Lord... Jack Spade." His gave the sun worn man in front of him a warm smile, and went to clasp arms with him in a friendly manner.
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Post by Voltaire 'The King' Vanda'ar on Jul 2, 2010 7:46:26 GMT -5
"Carrion King Vanda'ar." He said as he reached out to the man before him, "You sound like you could use a drink Lord Spade." he laughed slightly, pulling a skin of water out that had been hanging off one of his hilts and handing it over toward the other man. He may be a top class criminal but he wasn't cruel, dying from thirst was not a way he'd want someone to go, there was honor among thieves still. He wanted to know, who this man was, and why he'd come here, and you can't ask a dead man questions.
"Welcome to the Ca'rion State." he said with a smirk adding on, "Land of red sands."
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Post by Jack Spade on Jul 2, 2010 22:20:29 GMT -5
Thinking on how little water he had on him and how expensive water was probably going to be in this place, he took the man's offer for a drink. After only taking a small sip, he savored what little he took and nodded at the man, handing his waterskin back. "Thank you kindly, 'Carrion King Vanda'ar.' These sands here are treacherous. I had a hell of a time getting here." He glanced back at the way he came, glaring at the distance with extreme dislike. He looked back at the man. "So do you treat all your visitors with such an accusing point?"
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Post by Voltaire 'The King' Vanda'ar on Jul 3, 2010 13:38:21 GMT -5
"Visitors!" He let out a boisterous laugh, "We don't have many visitors, just new comers.. criminals banished from their own land and sent here to die. Let out on my borders their only choice is to travel in, and hope they make it to the canyons." There was distaste laced in his voice, as he spoke of how his population grew, "Many don't." He added a moment later solemnly. He carefully attached the waterskin to his hilt again scanning the horizon.
"If you're a visitor here pray tell your business with my people, and hope that it does not warrant such an accusing point." he spoke with a stern tone, unafraid, bordering on arrogant. He shifted his feet taking on a more defensive stance. If the man had come to hurt his people he would cut him down here, and leave his corpse for the sand to destroy.
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Post by Jack Spade on Jul 11, 2010 14:39:15 GMT -5
Jack smiled a kind smile. "Come now, is that any way to treat a traveler?" He waved a dismissive hand. "I'm the one THEY have chosen to scout out these sands forsaken by the gods to find suitable places to open shops." His smile turned into a grin. "Hell, I wouldn't even doubt if this is their way of banishing their least favorite son."
He placed a gentle hand upon Voltaire's shoulder. "So how about showing me around your 'kingdom', 'Carrion King' Voltaire." His voice held an air of authentic friendliness.
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Post by Voltaire 'The King' Vanda'ar on Jul 11, 2010 15:21:05 GMT -5
"Shops huh?" he shrugged softly, "No one here has any money to buy anything with, we work on a trade system not a monetary system." He turned his gaze to the gates a moment, looking as though he were debating whether or not to show this traveler what lie behind the gates.
"We'll go in through the gates, I like hearing what they have to say when they see I've left without telling them again." He smiled wide, as a child would when he played a trick on an adult. He began a slow pace toward the gate it was only another hundred meters or so until they reached the metal monstrosity. He looked up at the gate, reaching out to run a hand over the near searing surface. He always wondered where he had come from, who he had been before he fell against these dark gates, delirious and dehydrated. He pulled out a dagger, bashing the hilt of it against the metal. In trying to make a rather large racket he also started yelling out to the gate keepers.
It didn't take the men too long to come out, or figure out who was knocking on the gate. Their faces were most unimpressed, and a string of curse words were directed at him.
"Woah, I have a visitor with me this time, we'll need to get him registered as a visitor so he can leave unhindered, let us up there." he called out to the men above, who sent down a platform with a rope so using the pulley system they would be able to get up into the office. Voltaire gestured over to it waiting for Jack to pull himself up first.
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Post by Jack Spade on Jul 12, 2010 0:28:43 GMT -5
"Bagh, money is useless anyways, or so I say. Trading is trading. Whether its for money, or bartering with goods." The darkly clad man adjusted his small reading glasses so they sat higher on his face. "As long as somethings traded, a shops a shop."
The wall before him stood so high. Looking up it, he couldn't tell whether it was the height or the heat that was dizzying. An impressive defense indeed. He would definitely have to keep note of this, if he finds this place to be more foe than friend. "A 'king' that can't leave his home, eh? Sounds... Enticing."
As he crept up to the platform, he studied it a moment. "Interesting set up you got here. I like it." He stepped upon the platform and began to pull himself up. "See you up top I guess?"
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Post by Voltaire 'The King' Vanda'ar on Jul 12, 2010 16:28:48 GMT -5
"It's not ours." He said laughing. It didn't belong to them and it wasn't manned by his people, the gate was not a defense, but the greatest offense against his ilk. It was made to keep them in, not to keep others out. When Jack reached the top the gate guardian lowered the platform and Voltaire pulled himself up, as soon as he reached the top and stepped off he pushed his hands forward and they cuffed him. He smiled, like it was a game they played, they however didn't seem so happy about it.
"I've got a guest right now, I'll come back later. Promise." he said softly, leaning over to the guard. It was blatantly obvious it was a deal they'd made before, and that Voltaire would honor it.
"Over here Gentlemen." came the voice of the other gate keeper. beckoning the two over to a desk where a hefty set of forms sat.
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