[Flashback] With Friends Like That, Who Needs Enemies? (Pvt)

by **Archon** on August 22nd, 2011, 9:36 pm

Season of Winter, Day 56, 504 AV

After making his way away from the deceitful and horrible child that was Clyde, Bob found his way back towards the city of Syliras. Something odd had happened to him while out there, maybe a trick of Clyde's, and so now when ever he opened his mouth saliva came dripping out. It was easy enough to keep from looking like a fool when he could keep his mouth closed, but his encounter with the guards at the main gate had left him unmistakably sure that talking was going to be embarrassing for him, and unpleasant for anyone who actually talked to him. Just that short exchange itself had left his velvet shirt noticeably wet in a pattern that was certainly not appealing.

Now he was at least safely inside the city, but now what was he to do? Most of those walking by him were simply ignoring his presence, and the few who did catch sight of his rough and disheveled appearance generally gave him a bit of room and hurried on their way at an increased pace. For someone who looked like a beggar or vagrant there was little kindness offered in the bustling city of Syliras.

by **Bob Barton** on August 24th, 2011, 8:43 pm

"Stupid god child and rotten Syliras people." Bob mumbled to himself at his rotten luck. Training accident gone wrong. That rat must have given a cheap shot to the mouth somehow. They did nothing else anyway. Other than have artsy practices, sword fighting and the occasional snowball fight. Mostly fighting things though Bob had no idea how the drawing fit into that. But he just knew it did. It was like he only can't remember why. But to him, if he can't remember means its not important enough so he will just keep it somewhere at the back of his mind until he actually has the time to think more on it.

But what was more worth it to think? How much Bob hated the people of Syliras now. Clyde was apparently from Syliras and he gave Bob this little problem now. And the same people from Syliras were avoiding themselves from Bob as well. It was easy to see the way they moved when they started weaving away and running off. What a city full of hateful people. Bob can't wait until the day he is prepared enough to leave.

So fine, if the people are going to avoid him then he might as well head for the more responsible people to get some help. The symbol of authority and protection for Syliras, the knights. But Bob remembered how stupid he was like with the ones at the entrance. So for each one he met he asked "Where-can-I-get-medical-attention?" Swallowing in between each word. Sure he sounded a little bit stupid and slow, but its better than looking like some loser. Hopefully the knights are more helpful than everyone else.

by **Andresciel** on September 12th, 2011, 11:56 am

Andresciel turned hearing his friends voice as he raises an eye, glancing at Bob, "Bob? What in the name of Yahal happened to you?" He would ask, shaking his head as he moves towards the male. His lighter plate armor denoted him as a Mage Knight, and that he wore no helmet revealed his face. "What happened to you Bob?" He would ask, tilting his head to one side.

His sapphire blue eyes watched the man as he shook his head, knowing that Bob's voice sounded off. The Human noted the swallowing as he raised an eyebrow "Are you okay?" He asked softly as he sighed. He knew that most Knights were not healers, but he knew a little of other places and a few other healers who might could help. "Come on, let me get you to the Barracks."

Andresciel reached out to take Bob's arm in hand, the cold metal fingers of his gauntlet closing around his friends arm, "And then we'll see what our medic can do for you." The Knight would sigh, hoping he could help the man who had become his friend. Even if said friend cast off the reality of Magic.

by **Bob Barton** on September 16th, 2011, 10:07 am

The knight he found turned out to be Andresciel. Bob thought on the question for a while about what happened to him. He remembered Clyde, and some swords but not much about anything else. Flicking his wrist like he was using a sword he managed to blurt out "An-accident-with-Clyde-obviously." Even if Andresciel might not know who Clyde was, at least Bob had someone else to blame and plot revenge on.

Bob wondered about going to the barracks. But he knew that knights normally fought a lot so they might have a first aid kit or something over there to help him. Asking "Will-I-be-getting-the-help-from-the-barracks-then?" on his way to the barracks with the mage knight. The gauntlet which wrapped around his arm was cold, hard and uncomfortable. After a while Bob shook it off "I-can't-talk, but-I-can-still-see."

by **Andresciel** on September 24th, 2011, 4:30 pm

He looks down at Bob as he shook his head, sighing as he walks towards the barracks. "Clyde. Always Clyde. I told you this would happen, did I not?" He stated as he chuckles, watching the male and then turning towards the barracks door.

He pushed the door open, with a cry of "Medic." His voice would echo, supplemented by the silence that his entrance had caused. He turned to Bob "We'll get you some help. If I have to travel with you to get it, I will." He stated as he shakes his head, turning to look around the barracks for the Medical Knight.