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A Breath of Fresh Air [Rachel]

Postby Oriah on May 16th, 2014, 9:23 pm

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Oriah turned in surprise at Rachel's words and felt a stab of sympathy. Sunberth was the last place she would have guessed the combat instructor to have hailed from; it was no small wonder she possessed so much interest in Yahal.

"I feel that soon Yahal will have no choice but to notice one such as yourself," the squire encouraged truthfully, staring at the makeshift target while her mind wandered elsewhere. "From what I understand, he favors us most when we give ourselves for someone else, or prove our faith in the darkest of times."

She returned her gaze to Rachel with a shrug and smile. "Not very exact, I know, but I think that is a good thing. Because it means we must learn for ourselves what our gods and goddesses live for."

The barest of pauses. "And what we live for, too."

Oriah rubbed her lips against one another, unused to speaking so much in one conversation after all her time spent training in the woods with Sera Mora. She was painfully aware of her still somewhat heavy accent and limited diction. Perhaps it was time to try and convince her reclusive patron that it wouldn't hurt to allow her squire to be trained in something other than combat or stealth.

Another chime or so of friendly exchange passed before a third barged into their clearing. Oriah nearly dropped her bow in fright, but managed to keep a hold of it at the last possible tick. Straightening her posture and expression, she turned to find, much to her relief, that it was one of her brethren on patrol.

"H-Hail, Ser!" she blurted, having forgotten most protocol in being caught off guard. The girl winced; if Mora happened to be watching, her squire was sure to face yet another exasperating test.

Her utter surprise at the knight's admittance to being marked by her god almost left her speechless with intense curiosity and kinship, but Oriah recovered quickly enough to respond, "I am humbled, Ser, to know I share Yahal's favor with one such as yourself. And my patron is doing well. She spends today alone, as she prefers, but I shall let her know you asked of her. I am sure she would be happy to know I found you in good health as well."

The squire was babbling, she knew. But it was always difficult not to within the presence of her superiors. Sneaking a glance at her friend, Oriah felt some of her own nervousness subside in seeing Rachel was in the same state. She patted the instructor on the shoulder as if to say, don't worry I was a nervous wreck too.

Then, with a friendly chuckle, Ser Wade returned to his patrolling and left the two women to their practicing. A rush of relief exited Oriah in the form of a sigh. She was always concerned with what impression she made upon the Knights, especially the one in charge of training her. "That makes two of us, then," she confessed in response to Rachel's words, which followed a wild bolt to the ground.

The squire was in the middle of readying her bow when a loud snap! filled the air. She swiveled in the direction it came from. It sounded as though someone--or something--and stepped on a twig. Was it Ser Wade again? No, it couldn't be...the knight had walked off in the opposite direction. Sera Mora? Heh, never in a thousand years would the Chaktawe make so much noise in her approach. And they were too loud and many to entice any predators, who usually came out only at night anyway. A sliver of worry crawled up Oriah's spine.

Who was out there then?

"D-Drop your weapons!"

The Benshira squinted at the treeline in confusion. Her eyes slowly widened in understanding, however, when a lone figure in dirty clothing and sporting the most disheveled hair she'd ever seen walked out in to the clearing. "I said, drop your weapons!"

You've got to be kidding me, she lamented to the air. The aspiring bandit was only a boy, with gaunt cheeks and a desperate look in his hesitant gaze. In his bony hands was a hunting bow that had obviously seen some use. He must have survived a harsh Winter from the looks of his thin frame and worn but sturdy coat. Did he just arrive from somewhere afar to have not gone to the city for help?

"Here, look," Oriah responded gently, setting her shortbow slowly to the ground. "we wish you no harm. You seem hungry, and tired...we can help, you need only ask. I am a squire of the Syliran Order; my honor is my life, you can trust my word."

For a moment, the boy's resolution seemed to waver. But then he tightened his grip and aimed his bow at Oriah when she reached into a pocket. "D-Don't move! I swear! I don't w-want to shoot you but I will!

The squire only smiled in return and revealed what she had retrieved. It was a small, honey colored breadroll she had saved from breakfast this morning. Bread was hard to come by when one lived within the woods, but Sera Mora had rewarded her with one from a recent trip to the city. Oriah had saved it all this time, wanting to savor it once her bow practice was over, but the boy seemed to need it far more than she.

It undid him, the mere sight of food. He seemed to forget entirely that one of the two women could very well still be armed. "It's yours," Oriah encouraged. "Take it. And there is more in the city, too, if you like."

At this point the boy was inching closer, hunting bow hanging by his side like a forgotten nightmare. "Rachel, my friend here, lives in the city. She is one of the kindest people I know and she can tell you how nice it is in Syliras. Isn't that so, Rachel?"

These were big words, considering the two women had only met that day. But Oriah was at a loss for what else to do, and she felt so sorry for the lad. She hoped sincerely that Rachel would not mind. If anything, it might stall things long enough for a better solution to come their way. Perhaps in the form of another knight. A silent and crafty one...

The boy was wolfing down his breadroll now, looking up at the blonde haired instructor with the intense curiosity of a child awaiting a bedtime story.



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A Breath of Fresh Air [Rachel]

Postby Rachel Messer on May 20th, 2014, 2:45 pm

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It was good to know that Oriah shared the same awe of full-fledged Knights as her, that way, she wouldn't look like an idiot just by herself, Oriah was here with her, quite a hilarious circumstances. "Hehe..." A rare nervous chuckle thick with Sunberthian accent was the only thing that confirmed Rachel's confirmation to the squire's shoulder pat. When nervous or embarrassed, Rachel's speech usually returned to her brash Sunberthian origins. "Alright," She nodded as the blond woman notched another bolt, she was about to continue practicing when the oh-so-cliche twig snap echoed in the air, naturally, Rachel did the most appropriate reaction a warrior would do, point her most available weapon at the general direction... if there was truly a threat, then the threat would find her aim laughable at best.

Fortunately, it was a dirty-looking messy figure who was demanding both women to 'drop' their weapons. Rachel did though, by lowering her crossbow, though her right hand, reached up behind her to grasp at her sword's hilt, Rachel's eyes narrowed as part of her mind went on "combat" mode, being a Sunberthian at birth, she was no stranger to being mugged, threatened, or robbed, in fact, she was almost violated when she was just a little girl, it was by the deed of a boy named "Osd" that she still stood here to this day. "..." Rachel wanted to speak, but Oriah beat her to it, the instructor let the Benshira handle the situation as she kept her silence, ready to protect the squire should the situation escalated, she wouldn't kill the poor boy, no, she would merely knock him out then send him to the authorities, Knights, of course.

The offered bread managed to tempt the young boy lowered his bow then accepted it as he wolfed it down like a ravenous... bird, since wolves didn't eat bread. What an odd analogue, but Rachel couldn't think of any other fitting animal. When Oriah turned the boy's attention to here, Rachel knew it was time to put on her "motherly teacher" side, the instructor smiled as she stored her crossbow then walked to the boy, a soft warm glow emanated from her right palm, washing the three of them with courage and hope, also chipping away at their fears, Rachel mainly directed it as the boy of course, raising her glowing palm, she patted the boy's shoulders.

"Yes, Syliras is the most beautiful city in Mizahar, everyone is safe here, protected by the Knights, it is okay, you don't have to live this way, I am sure the Employment Center can find you a job, I think you will make a competent Hunter, don't you think so? Doing honest work is better than this," She lectured then promptly hugged the child, "It's okay... I was like you once, I was scared... but now, no more, in Syliras, I have found my place, and so will you." She might be a tad bit exaggerating for a simple lecture, but she saw herself in this child, scared, alone, and not knowing what to do. Fortunatly, he was not in Sunberth. There, he would be dead a long time ago.

OOCI'll let you play the boy, Oriah. :D
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A Breath of Fresh Air [Rachel]

Postby Oriah on May 27th, 2014, 3:51 pm

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Oriah smiled as a gentle warmth wash over her senses. For a moment or two, she simply savored the experience without questioning its origins. Only after Rachel began to speak did the squire realize where such a renewal of hope and courage must be coming from. So, this was what it felt like to be touched by Priskil's luminescent favor! It was like sinking into a hot bath, or feeling Syna's rays on her back, or sitting in a soft bed with a steamy cup of tea while rain battered against the windows.

Only it was better because it made her heart glow, made her spirits lift until she felt like the wings on her back might flap to life. In fact, it felt a lot like whenever Marrick looked upon her with that open, honest gaze of his, or wrapped his hand around hers...

Oriah felt the heat rising to her cheeks and forced herself not to think further. She didn't need yet another enigmatic lecture from Sera Mora about how the girl needed to focus instead of letting her head constantly stray back to pale, blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a smile warm enough to melt the iciest of hearts.

...Focus!

Besides, Rachel was giving a truly heart felt and rather insightful speech she was won't to miss. The Benshira listened with encouraging attentiveness, finding the instructor's words at once surprising and unsurprising in their fervor. The latter because Rachel was every bit the model of an altruistic, hard working Syliran, and the former Oriah had not expected to discover the instructor had once been in this ragged boy's shoes. What could her life have been like before arriving to this city to prompt such conviction behind what she said?

The squire's questions would have to wait though, as both she and Rachel now had a serious task on their hands. It would probably be best if they guided the boy and perhaps helped him get started with his new life. He certainly looked eager for it, his once hunger-dulled eyes now bright with hope and determination. "I--I do, miss!" he stuttered in excitement. "I mean, want to that is, do honest work. And find my place...I don't think I want to live with Darik anym--oh, gods."


Oriah looked at the boy in confusion. "What is the matter?"

His face had turned pale, as though he'd just remembered he'd left a pot of soup boiling at home, or seen a ghost. "You, m-miss, misses, you have to get outta here! Darik will be here any moment--"

Realization slowly dawned on the squire. This Darik must be someone who had been the boy's caretaker--or slave master, as that was not out of the question, given what she had learned of Marrick's past. Before she could assure the lad, however, that they would be safe with a full fledged Syliran Knight on patrol somewhere out there, a rustling sound cut her off.

"No need to fret, little one," came a ghostly voice out of seemingly no where. That is, until the ever familiar, furtive form of Sera Mora appeared from within the foliage. For the love of Yahal, Oriah groaned inwardly. Her heart was going to stop one of these days from yet another one of her patron's unannounced manifestations.

It was unclear whether Sera Mora was referring to her squire or the now even more pale looking boy, but Oriah supposed that was what the Chaktawe had intended to begin with. Two birds, so they say. "The man you were traveling with," Mora continued, as calm and unperturbed as ever. "Darik, isn't that right?--has been arrested for attempting not only to resist peaceful inquiry, but also to harm both a squire and citizen of Syliras."

Oriah gulped at that news. Just thinking about someone waiting in the darkness, getting ready to slit their throats--or worse--was unsettling beyond description.

The lad looked down at his feet as though in shame upon hearing what had happened. "I'm sorry...I d-didn't want to hurt anyone, but Darik said we had to. He said if we didn't we w-would die out here."

Sera Mora came closer and knelt before the boy, looking up at him through the curtain of her long, dark hair and painted stripes. "Don't be afraid, boy. You are safe with us." She lifted a finger and pointed at herself, then the other women present. "I am Mora. That is Oriah, my squire, and this is Rachel, a teacher within the city. The man who helped me arrest Darik is Ser Wade, my brother in arms. I am sure you will meet him, too." The Chaktawe said no more after that, only looked upon the lad with curious and expectant eyes until he finally gave his response.

"M-my name is Winston. Sometimes Win for short."

Well, that was just about the strangest name the Benshira had yet to hear. But she said nothing of the sort, only smiled at this unexpected display of openness on the boy's part. On Win's part.

"It is very nice to meet you, Win," she said, patting him lightly on the shoulder. Squire and Knight exchanged a look, and then Sera Mora was retreating again. She offered a few more words of assurance to Winston, waved goodbye, and melted back into the shadows from whence she came faster than Oriah could blink.

"Ah, well then," the squire spoke, clearing her throat. All this time and she still wasn't completely used to the eerie way her patron came and went. "What say you, Rachel? Shall we take our new friend to the city?"


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A Breath of Fresh Air [Rachel]

Postby Rachel Messer on May 31st, 2014, 2:20 pm

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"Hmmm?" Rachel gave a concerned serious contemplation when the boy stuttered out an explanation, so there was someone who lived with the boy, someone named 'Darik', and even the mention of his - Rachel assumed he was male - name scared the boy. A couple of scenarios played in her head, this looked like the case of an abusive drunkard father or older sibling, if that was the case then this matter should be taken to the Knights... or Squires, Oriah was the perfect person to handle this at the moment.

Fortunately, the Benshira Squire caught on quick and took over the situation, Rachel politely stayed silent and let one of the Order took the lead, when the boy warned her of Darik, Rachel's right hand went to the hilt of her sword, she would be ready to defend the weak and innocent from the clutches of evil, an abusive parent could be considered evil, but being evil didn't mean redemption, however if this Darik insisted on using force then by all that was right and just, Rachel would be forced to defend the boy, herself, and Oriah.

"Who?!" Rachel's neck hair perked up in surprise when she heard the sudden whispering female voice, like she was suddenly there. The instructor abruptly turned around, her hand ready to free her trusty longsword from its sheath. The sight of a woman with coal-black eyes, tanned skin, and mysterious, but soothing, appearance shocked her. Rachel's green eyes narrowed in caution, Mora didn't exactly wear something that obviously marked her as a Knight, but the instructor noticed Oriah didn't take a hostile stance whatsoever, so... she might be a relative, their skin was rather similar, though the eyes still held Rachel on edge, she had never seen a Chaktawe before.

As the woman spoke, it became clear that she was one of the Knighthood. Rachel immediately felt bad, really bad, she just took a guarded stance against one of the Order... how terrible of her, the instructor immediately released her grip, put her hands on her sides then bowed, "Please forgive me, Sera! I... I didn't know... uh... I... just, please, I am sorry!" She couldn't make up a good excuse, saying Mora didn't look like a Knight could be seen as a bigot statement. Inside though, Rachel sighed in relief, Ser Wade had captured the offending man and now the boy would be safe.

Rachel hugged the boy tight then rubbed his head with her right hand, keeping his chin on her left shoulder, "There, there, it is okay... it is okay, you are safe now, Win." She flared her gnosis, courage and hope filling the area. Then she released him to look at Sera Mora, "Thank you very much for your assistance, Sera Mora. Rest assured, we will point the boy to the right places." The instructor watched as Mora retreated into the shadows, as mysteriously as she came.

"Well," Rachel stood up then took Win's hand, "Let's get you something to eat and a bath first, Win. Let's go, Oriah." She gave a big happy grin then walked alongside them, idly she whispered to the Benshira, "Your patron is a mysterious one, is she?" She felt kinda bad for talking about Mora behind her back, but she couldn't resist.

OOCAlright, I think this post should conclude it, no? :) Make your last reply or just PM me then I will post it for grading.

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A Breath of Fresh Air [Rachel]

Postby Nightmare on June 9th, 2014, 3:22 pm

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Oriah :
Skills Amount
Shortbow +3
Observation +3
Socialization +4
Persuasion +1


Lore
Advice from Mora: Rely on one's self
Rachel Messer: Combat Instructor
Rachel Messer: Uses a light crossbow
Rachel Messer: Marked by Priskil
Rachel Messer: Former denizen of Sunberth
Rachel Messer: Awed by knights
Priskil: Goddess of Hope and Vigilance
Ser Wade Brock: Sergeant Knight
Winston: Starving child in the woods



Shield Points Amount
Training +3
Helping +2
Total +5


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Rachel :
Skills Amount
Land Navigation +1
Observation +2
Weapon: Light Crossbow +4
Socialization +4
Observation +4


Lore
Oriah Azari: Squire to Sera Mora
Sylirian Knighthood: Sera title reserved for knights
Sera Mora: Worships Caiyha
Oriah Azari: Worships Yahal
Yahal: God of Faith and Purity
Yahal: Shows no mercy towards liars, betrayers, or thieves
Oriah Azari: Marked by Yahal
Ser Wade Brock: Sergeant Knight
Winston: Starving child in the woods




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