PM to join [Anthonius Fighter's Pit] Fish vs Mudball (Ball)

[Markus Andres]

Markus was definitely not in the mood to deal with this freak show. Not surprising to the knight, the little piece of clay didn't follow orders at first and still carried out his... its attack and tumbled to the ground. Markus didn't bother look at Ball and his focus turned to the odd amphibian thing. Markus considered himself pretty open minded when it came to most races and tried to treat everyone fairly. Looking at this thing, he knew he would have a hard time taking it seriously, just like he only took Ball seriously because the little clayman could fight. He honestly had no idea what he was looking at, why did she have fins on her head? Most of all it looked like a complete nightmare, even before he did factor in half her face looked like shyke. Markus would not want to see these creatures in their natural habitat. In fact, he didn't want to see them at all, they looked disgusting. Best question was, why the petch had she ventured up on land, secondly, why the petch were she fighting his squire? Though it seemed almost fitting that a fish-water-frog-something? fought a piece of land. The thing that Markus called his squire spoke to him and Markus listened. He had gotten better at understanding the gibberish Ball called common, or Ball had become better at common, although Markus sincerely doubted that. She train? They were training. Well that much was obvious, why the petch else would they be down here at the fighter's pit. The first thing that the water-thing said made no sense for his human ears - mostly sounded like dolphins he had seen on Mura. Were she a sentient dolphin? A breed between dolphin and frogs? Oddly enough for Markus, when the amphibian creature spoke and called his squire a mud pile, Markus took offence. There was a sharp line between him thinking the squire was an annoyance and thinking up names and someone outside the order, shyke, even inside the order calling his squire a mud pile. He would not stand for it, he almost wished he had not interrupted the fight. Then again, if he had not interrupted, he would probably have been forced to carry the dolphin-frog to the Li Mauta and get her burned. His annoyed fury turned at the dolphin-frog as he narrowed his eyes. Worst of all, because it was his squire behind this mess he himself was responsible for this dolphin-frog if she had been injured. "A moment Ball. Dolphin, you do not speak to my squire like that. Either you call him Ball or refer to him as a squire. You do under no circumstances ever refer to him as a mud pile." Markus glare at her odd giant orbs of dark grey eyes that this peculiarly disgusting creature had. The glare shifted from her to his squire. "As for you, Ball, we talked about this and for the last time, do not use your full prowess against unarmoured and inexperienced fighters. Temper your will and show restraint when you spar, I do not want to ever see you go full out unnecessarily. Do I make myself clear to the both of you?" Markus green eyes that flared with fury shifted between the two peculiar creatures. Waiting for what he could only assume would be a thunderous apology and concurring words. Thank the gods Markus didn't have children, Ball was enough of a handful on his own at the moment. Provided they concurred to his terms he would continue. Markus held up three fingers, never knew how smart these things were, Ball had amazed him by being more than just a lump of goo a crazed wizard had conjured one day. "Three things, one, what the petch are you? Two, do you have a name? Three, do you need help getting to a healer?" Markus asked the dolphin-frog.

[Ball]

If Markus was annoyed to have to come here to stop a training session between a commoner and his squire then he probably was on par on how his squire felt. The man had the nerve to show up and stop a training session! My session! Ball was seething with anger, but his patron was absolutely correct… He needed to learn to calm his anger down. His mouth ground together as he stood there and listened to the man berate both the Charoda and himself. Luckily for the squire though Ser Pycon had his attention and therefore his words directed to the land-visitor and not the pycon.

The run down was simple to understand, the Charoda wasn’t allowed to address Ball in any fashion other than ‘Ball’ or ‘Squire’, Go figure. If the pycon had visible eyes, he would be rolling them currently. Yet the Pycon nodded when he was spoken to, of course he would be more aware of the damage he could cause. After all, he could punch steel plate mail and dent it! … I did pull that ankle punch… I wouldn’t ever cause unnecessary harm to an unarmored and untrained opponent… Unless they try to kill me. Yet he had no words to give the man. There were no apologies, just the urge to smack his kneecap really hard again. This time I will crack the armour you petcher. Yet the pycon had to calm himself. This man was his patron after all, he really needed to learn to stop hitting the bugger.

The last bit Ser Pycon directed to the Fish Pycon, Ball just sighed and whistled for Imass, the dog could be seen not long after that trotting slowly through the Pits’ occupants before sitting next to Ball.

Created goes to Euthisa

[M'Wanii]

Dolphin? The last time anyone had dare compare her to the playful species it had been her older siblings teasing her over her dull grey skin. Swimming back and forth flaunting their aquamarine shades and tentacled heads. Only she had ended up sharing her father's boring colour and fin full head. Not overly a bad thing as she had never needed to worry about flailing tendrils smacking her in the face in many a storm's rage. Back to the point, the knight wasn't pleased with her. He hadn't taken kindly to her pet jest at his squire, demanding she refer to the mud pile as Ball or Squire, neither of which suited the ankle high terror in the Charoda's mind. Regardless she wasn't going to be arguing with a metal plated up holder of the law. Especially not as she floundered on the ground beneath him, the clay man had done more damage than she had thought to her knee. Any attempts she put into getting the thing to cooperate lead only to shooting pains coursing up her thigh and gritted teeth. Blasted thing. At least the knight was equally as cross with her 'trainer'. Apparently beating up visitors to the city was frowned upon, who would have guessed? Even the idea of land dwellers looking down on violence, now that was a rarity in her experience. They were viewed by sea dwellers as brutish, savages that feed upon the flesh of living creatures; Charodae in particular. Either way done lecturing the pair, the man glared down at them with flaming green eyes, then might have well have ordered them to confirm that they had understood him. The 'Pycon' didn't seem to bother paying full attention to this, simply whistling for his hairball to come get him as the amphibian was assaulted with inquiries. Taking a moment to understand what was being throw at her, M'wanii quickly answered the knight's questions. “I be a Charodae, born of Charbosi and raised in Southern Suvan Sea. My name be M'wanii, Sir Knight. And yes, Me believe so. Mu- Errr, Squire injure my knee. Hard to stand. Could use aid.”

[Markus Andres]

The knight wanted to kick Ball across the ground when it just stood there nodding its head up and down. As if that was a sufficient way of responding to his patron knight. The thing whistled and Markus would soon be greeted by his small dog. A nice creature. Markus took his focus away from his disobedient squire and to the dolphin-frog thing. The bigger of the two things responded to his inquiry. Charodae. What a petching weird name for a race. The name of this particular Charodae didn't make it any easier. A pair of idiots he was dealing with, bedtime couldn't come soon enough that he might get a shot at a new day instead of this tiresome work. He needed to have a talk with Ball about his behaviour. Explain to him why there were in violation of knightly virtues. "Alright. Give me your arm." He ordered as he knelt and placed himself next to her bad knee offering his shoulder to help her get up on her feet again. Carry her if needed. His eyes focused on Ball. "Ball, ride ahead and get to the Soothing Waters, ask if there is a healer who got experience with ... Charodae. Maybe one of the Konti healers." Markus expected his squire to follow orders. When they got there and got M'wanii in good hands, he could have a talk with Ball. Would make perfect sense. Hauling the Charodae to her feet again was easy. Taking his gear into account, she probably didn't even weigh half of what he did. His other arm would wrap behind her back and rest against her other side. Keeping a firm pressure on her to aid her as he would make his way through the crowd. "I will pay for the expenses if there are any, when we get to the Soothing Waters." Then realizing that the name alone probably eased the Charodae's mind. A fitting name for non-land-dwellers as well. Half walking, half carrying her through the crowd who were quick to get out of the way when they saw his flaming green eyes. "What brings you to Syliras, M'wanii?" Markus asked, not particularly interested, but mainly to pass the time as they walked. Get her, he assumed, mind off of the injury. He really hoped she could limp along with his help, for he would look like a bloody fool if he carried her into the soothing waters. Probably be someone who would make a joke about fishing or similar idiocy.

[Ball]

Ball nodded and mounted his furry dog. He trotted towards the door, pausing just at the threshold trying to recall where the Soothing Waters was compared to the Pit. Think you git. After several ticks he left out the door, rushing out into the open halls of the fortress and started off in the direction he presumed was the right way… Sadly he had gone the wrong direction completely. Yet by the time he realized his mistake Ball was already too far away from the Waters to be of any use to his patron and the Charodae.

Ball decided he should probably turn around and head back the other way, even if he was going to end up being behind them and not in front. Well, I guess they will get to find out themselves if there is someone that can heal her. Prodding his steed’s sides hard the mass of clay and fur started back the opposite direction he was going, heading in the right direction now for the Waters. I hope Ser Pycon hasn’t left with her yet from the pits.

OOCEpic shortness failure =(

Created goes to Euthisa

[M'Wanii]

Obviously still unhappy with the situation, the knight none the less took her arm and hauled her to her feet with annoying ease. M'wanii knew that Charodae naturally weighed less than humans but it was mildly off putting when a person could move you about with such little effort, when you yourself could barely manoeuvre about on your own. Silently cursing out her own lack of strength, M'wanii took a sharp breath as her injured joints throbbed violently under weight being thrust upon them. The ache was dulled considerably when the man's arm moved around her body taking most of her weight off her legs. Now she really felt pathetic. Taking a tight grip on the arm she hobbled forward with the knight as he moved to issue out orders to the clay menace that was his squire. The aggressive mudball seem to acknowledge this before he disappeared out of the pit on his furry four legged creature. Not looking as convinced as he probably should that the pycon's action where within his orders. The knight moved forward out of the pit, half carrying half dragging her along as she struggled to keep up. It was then that the 'dolphin', as the knight had dubbed her, suddenly remembered her bag and cloak leaning against the pit wall. She'll be damned if she was leaving them here. Prying her self from the armoured man's grip, she quickly blurt out 'Wait. Need to get things' at the knight.. Now favouring her better leg, M'wanii pushed off the knight's shoulder to hop carefully over to her belongings. The pain from the was definitely felt during this exercise, her teeth gritting together with each bounce but she had felt worse pain during her life. The scars decorating her right arm and leg telling that story with ease. Reaching the wall, one arm braced her balance on one leg as the other grabbed a hold of her bags strap. Slinging the thing over the shoulder above her stronger leg, the charoda tentatively bent over further to grasp her robe, slinging it over the bag strap. She walked her way back upright through her hands, bracing herself for the hop back. It was a little more difficult that it had been on the way there, with her having to balance the robes and bag with each hop but eventually she relaxed back into the knight's arms. Setting off from the Pit was awkward, the man had slowed up a bit from last time but M'wanii was still struggling to keep up with his large strides. It didn't help that everyone they passed stared them down in a rude manner, only to scamper away when they met the knight's gaze. The man seemed to radiate power and authority a good few feet in front of him, parting the crowd with ease. One of the perks of being escorted, carried, by a knight through the city she supposed. Although she did wish his bracer would stop digging into her ribcage as much, she would certainly have more bruises when they got to the Soothing Waters if this kept up. As they continued on their journey the knight finally decided to strike up a conversation, moving his piercing green gaze from carving a path through the crowd to dissecting the depth of the soul of the female in his arms. Avoiding the gaze as desperately as she could, M'wanii pondered the man's question. Why had she come here? Coming to an answer she focused he attention straight ahead whilst replying to the man. “Heard Syliras be peaceful. Never heard of peaceful land dwellers before so came look. City be peaceful but be also violent. Land dwellers still have much to learn.” OOCThis took too long to write. >.< Anyway M has visited the springs frequently thus is known by some NPCs; Ivis Balak – who thinks of her as a good if unusual customer; Sil'ira – healed her before, who finds her to be a unique naïve woman. The other staff of the spring know of her and are still a little wary.

[Markus Andres]

The knight looked at the female, he assumed, Charoda as she hobbled over to her backpack and gathered her belongings and returned by his side. Briefly wondering why she, he assumed, had not asked him to get the items. Would have made it easier on them both. Then again, perhaps he was expecting too much logic from a non-surface dweller. All it did was delay them both and prolong the time Markus had to stay in their company before he could drop her off for the healer to take care of her. Through the crowd that split before them, Markus helped the water-dweller stay off of her bad leg as best he could. Her weight was not so bad to move with on his shoulder, it was her physical size that bothered him as he walked. He could not get a good grip on the Charoda and made it difficult to move with her gracefully and comfortably.

But he heard no complaints from the water-dweller so he was probably worrying for nothing. Markus glare turned flaming again as she answered his question. Seemed that she liked to insult humanity as a whole. Markus let out a breath of warm air as he looked away from her. Part of him wanted to just toss her to the ground to fend for herself, but even if he was annoyed and angry, he was still a knight. And still possessed a bit of humour, so he laughed at the situation - came to look at peace on land, instead found a piece of land that injured her. Still, the laughter was cut short by his need to defend himself.

"Careful, Charoda." He warned. "City is peaceful because we sacrifice our lives to keep the danger out and keep these people safe. We do not have the luxury of blissfully days of peace. We fight to keep our peace." His voice a little more than a snarl. A kind soul saw the pair and held the doors leading into the soothing waters open for them. Markus glanced at the staircase leading down. Seriously?. His eyes looked to the Charoda in his arms. For her to make the steps down would be rather painful, probably. He did not have the patience for her to take the steps one at a time either, so, to the knight, there was only one solution. The knight closed his eyes and with an annoyed grunt picked the Charoda woman up. An arm at her shoulder blades, the other by her thighs. What he needed now was a dog with a piece of clay on its shoulders to complete the ridiculousness of the picture.

"Hang on." The gruff knight advised. Before descending the stairs with a Charoda in his arms like a couple on their honey-moon. If anyone sees me, I'll never hear the end of it. The man behind the counter, Balak Markus believed his name was, never had a conversation with the man, only knew him from seeing him down here every time he visited, which was quite often. This was the second time this year Markus came in here with a woman, he assumed, in his arms.

"Hello, she's injured her leg during a spar. Do you have any healers who are experienced with charoda?" Markus spoke quickly, keeping a polite edge, but his impatience was clear for anyone bothering to listen to the tone of his voice. The man looked at the thing in his arms and Markus noticed the recognition in his eyes. These two had met before, or the man, at least, had seen the dolphin before. Markus wasn't surprised, this was a place of water, she's a water-dweller. Made sense.

'Bring her in there. Healer will be there in a moment' came the reply immediately. He had always liked that about this man, he knew his job. Markus almost dropped M'wanii then. He was not a pack mule to carry around women. But still, he did as told and carried her into a room. "I will be right back, M'wanii, you are in good hands here." Markus said before he turned away to have a couple of words with Balak at the front desk. "Excuse me, mr. I was wondering if you could tell a Pycon, erhm, clayman to find us here if you see him at the reception?" The man gave Markus a small nod, it was a simple request that did not require much from him as Markus dropped the ten gold mizas on the desk to pay for the healing. He had never cared about mizas. Useless metal floating around in his apartment. His chest half full of gold pieces that he had no clue what to spend on. He returned to the Charoda.

"The name is Markus Andres, by the way. Syliran knight, 3rd wing yellow company, 1st regiment silver quadron." Introducing himself to something he could have eaten a day ago without feeling guilty felt strange to Markus. But she, he assumed, had shown herself to be an intelligent creature - perhaps that was stretching it a bit - proved herself capable of thinking. Although why she had chosen to fight his squire was beyond him. He would just stand by and wait for the healer to come and take care of the woman. Once Ball arrived, he might have a couple of harsh words for his squire, if he provided a reason.

Ledger-10 GM for healing/mending.

[Ball]

Ball finally made it to the healer’s domain, exhaustion was evident as the mount’s tongue was hanging out of its mouth and the poor dog was panting like there was no tomorrow. There was no pause for rest for mount or squire though as the receptionist ushered them into a room just beyond the counter. Ball slumped forward, he knew exactly what was about to happen and he wasn’t entirely up for it currently.

Petch petch petch… Yet he resigned himself to his fate and nudged Imass to lead on. The door opened and quickly slammed shut behind them, yet it the sound was deadened by the sudden change in humidity, smells, and sound. Beyond the doors were the pools – steamy scented bodies of water that produced a curtain of sound all their own as they hissed and bubbled. Swirling around in their very own pits of containment, their heated sources flowed into their cold, causing soft vortexes of comfort for the occupants within.

Yet it wasn’t the public pools that Ball was directed towards, it was a closed off pool that the squire and his mount were sent to… It was a knight’s privilege to get one screened off from the public -- a perk really for protecting them – Yet something about the privacy seemed horrible… Wrong, like it was going to end well for Ball once he stepped beyond the threshold between public and private. Here goes nothing. The pycon steeled himself as much as clay can be steeled and crossed the threshold, on the otherside was a healer, the visitor from the seas, and Ser Pycon… Even in the humid dampness in the Soothing Waters Ser Pycon wore his armor… And it was frightening.

Sliding from his mount’s back he pointed to the door and then pointed to the ground. The dog, having had some training prior to being purchases by Ball nearly two years prior, did as he was directed. He went to the door and sat there, panting heavily. With that done Ball turned his attention to the direction of Ser Pycon and the visitor…

Created goes to Euthisa

[M'Wanii]

OOCYou guys are so patient with me TT.TT Trust land dwellers to solve peace with violence. The lack of logic baffled, the Amphibian beyond the ability to form a suitable reply other than a subtle shake of her head. The knight hadn't taken kindly to her comment so sensing the mood of the situation, M'wanii wisely choose to keep her thoughts to herself. Fortunately the man didn't try to strike up a conversation again, must likely a bit put out by her earlier quip and the general awkwardness of the situation. Wadding onwards through the crowd, a familiar sight came into view allowing relief to wash over the Charoda. The soothing waters had naturally become quite a familiar location to the woman over her stay on land with the warm water living up to their name's sake on more than one occasion. As they shuffled closer one of the kinder land dwellers held the door open for them. Getting inside the duo now faced a set of stone steps leading, to which the Charodae's face dropped. Well this was going to be painfu- two large arms suddenly scooped M'wanii off her feet. Tensing up like the startled sea dweller she currently was, the amphibian clung for dear life to the knights arm as they descend the stairs. Only when they reach the bottom did she begin to relax again. Flying or being carried was not a normal thing for her. Charodae never carried their young about as it was a given that the moment you hatched you could swim, giving no reason for such an action. Annoyed at her foreign position, M'wanii sent a pleading look for aid from the soothing water's receptionist as the knight conversed briefly with him, more barking orders at the poor man. As per normal Ivis kept his cool, providing the necessary words for the situation, guiding her 'noble steed' to were she could get aid. Pouting at the man over the knight's shoulder, she received a well meant smirk and short wave. He was finding the situation fairly funny, haha good for him. Frowning she reluctantly wiggled her fingers back at the man before the knight carried from the room. Along a short corridor to another room, the knight dumped her carefully on a stool in the middle of the floor before leaving again. On solid ground again and alone, M'wanii took a deep long breathe of the humid air of the springs. Best place to be in the city in her biased opinion. In didn't take long before the knight was back introducing himself as Markus Andres, along with a rather lengthy rank. Shortly after the door to the room opened again and in walked the culprit behind her injuries ; along with an orange haired woman entering barely a chime after the Pycon. Holding a wooden bowl filled with steaming water and a small cloth, she was dressed like any other worker at the hot springs. Bright hair framed her dark eyes nicely, instantly snatching the Charoda's limited attention away from the knight. Unfazed by the unusual mix of company in the room, the woman slowly made her way over to M'wanii, gently placing the bowl on the floor. “My name is Calyna, I'm a healer here at the Soothing Waters. You are the injured Charoda, I assume.” Taking a moment for the words to translate over, M'wanii nodded vigorously at the woman, offering her leg to her with a wince. Pale, dry hands quickly took the injured limb as the amphibian her self gripped onto the edge of her seat. Her boot was smoothly removed and the rest of her trouser was rolled up her leg when the ginger noted the swelling of her knee. Scowling at the vicious red and purple bruises glaring back at her, the ginger prodded the knee experimentally. Gritting her teeth and hissing, M'wanii sat patiently for it all to be over. “Those are some pretty nasty looking bruises you have there. You're quite fortunate nothing is broken. Your people's internal skeleton is made of cartilage right? I suspect it is fairly fragile, please take better care in future.” Getting another positive head shake, the healer got to work. Dipping the cloth into the water, she quickly set about cleaning the affected areas. Gliding the wet fabric over the amphibious woman's leg, the land dweller was trying to keep her motions as gentle as she could. Unfortunately it didn't stop her patient flinching every time her fingers got just a little too rough for a little too bit long. Fairly confident the area was clear of muck, Calyna flared her gnosis gently as she ran her fingers over M'wanii's ankle, sending fuzzy feelings shooting up the amphibians leg. Before the eyes of those there, the bruising faded leaving the woman once again with a perfectly health ankle. Hands moved up and then stroked the Charoda's knee repeating the same thing, the same tingly numb feeling spreading over the area as it healed. Flexing the limb once the healer had done her job, M'wanii slowly poked and pinched at the areas feeling no discomfort to make mention of. One of these days she had to learn how they did that. Looking up to thank the woman, the amphibian found she had already left, taking the bowl with her in her wake. Shrugging she rolled down her trouser and slipped back on her boot, before facing the Knight and Squire least they have anything to say to her.

[Markus Andres]

The knight turned his gaze to the door when a small man of clay was ushered into the room. His eyes narrowed on the squire, but he didn't say a word yet. Didn't want to interrupt the healer in her work on the fish-woman. The gaze retuned and Markus saw how she cleaned the area where the poor woman had been injured. Markus let a hand slide across his face. The sudden shift from the cool outside to the much warmer inside caused sweat to appear on his forehead. The damp humidity didn't help either. With a swipe droplets of sweat gathered in his leathered palm and fell to the floor. He had a cruel thought then. If he ever got a human squire to put them through hellish training in the Soothing Waters wearing full armour. Would certainly give them a taste of how combat on warm summer days were like. It could be summed up in a single word:

Uncomfortable.

Markus saw the healer apply her mark to M'Wanii and knew that soon the dolphin would be out and about. Probably dive head first into the ocean to escape the strange land-dwellers. Markus didn't particularly care if M'Wanii vanished into the ocean. But there was something he wanted to discuss with her first. Not sure why he cared, but it was a bit peculiar and he wished to get a better understanding of its culture. Besides, it probably wouldn't vanish into the ocean any time soon. If he knew his luck it would sign up with the knights and Markus would get it as a squire. His gaze turned to Ball briefly and then back to the amphibian. The only amphibian as the healer had left while Markus' gaze had been on his squire. Would have offered his thanks as well, but it seemed that was too late. He supposed the gold he had paid would sufficient.

"If you came to see peaceful land dwellers how come you went to have a spar at the pit? And how come it got that violent? An issue between you two, or did it just get heated?" Seeking a little clarification of why their fight had turned so injuring. Or if Ball, much like his patron, had the same problem with holding back in a fight. Though he would not condone Ball going all out, Markus had taught the mud pile to aim for weak spots. Which meant crippling injuries.