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    Private Brand New Chess Piece [Recruit]

    Post by Famine on 20th December 2017, 3:24 pm





    Die A Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain



    Pitter patter, the shingles and storm drains sounded above at the increasing tap of rainfall. The drops came down from the clouds and rolled off corners of the rooftops to plop down against her hood and drip off the edge of the cloth where it ran. The weather was miserable but hardly uncomfortable in a comparison to the conditions back home on the mountain. Plus, Famine was with good company on this task. “Here,” she said shielding a photograph with her hand and placing it in Ahote’s grip before tugging up his hood off his shoulders so to keep the rain from falling on his head before walking onwards down the strip of sidewalk to their location

    Famine tried to ignore how her stomach grumbled when she walked past a bakery with Ahote. Things were difficult on the mountain. The villagers were becoming increasingly more difficult, and there was less food available to tax from them than ever. She swallowed, refusing to salivate at the scent of sweet bread.

    Back on Mt. Hakobe, the guild was ironically enduring a time of famine. Along with their chronic financial struggle came the loss of members. A drop in incoming funds followed. Fewer members meant fewer jobs would be done after all. Basilisk Fang was her home, albeit a cold one with an almost always heavy mood. Everyone seemed to house themselves in that could fortress and along with shelter Famine made sure they had medicine, food, water available for them. Now, keeping true to this was harder than ever. They could always result back to petty thievery… but that was something Famine would save for after this particular mission.

    “You see that man in that picture, Ahote?” Famine muttered up his shoulder, marveling a moment how he stood subtly taller than herself now. “His name is  Aemon Trahaear. They are an unaffiliated mage.” Famine began. “And I’m going to find them and convince them their work is better done with us.” She explained. They were down on numbers. Famine needed to gather more pieces on the chess table of she hoped to endure the consequences of losing such a handful. Loose lips sink ships after all and she had little faith that the secrecy of the guild was any of their concern now. Just like Kanix Laspor. Everyone to abandon the crest or commit any form of treason towards Basilisk Fang would be killed on sight

    So to lure out her target Famine had left an anonymous job in Talonia, which requested Aemon by name-- only his name. There was no other description held. Maybe curiosity would take the particular mage to their location despite how ominous the paper was. Famine stopped and shouldered the door of a pub open, gesturing Ahote to step ahead of her before walking inside
    The job didn’t say much, just that Aemon would have to come to the pub to meet the client, and in this case Ahote as well who she’d brought along for the experience and because she feared to leave him at the guild without as many eyes to look out for him-- Even though he was capable at his age to take care of himself.


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    Post by Ahote on 21st December 2017, 1:48 pm

    Today had been a remarkably special day for the growing boy, as he had been visiting Talonia Town with his mother, Famine. But to no surprise, it was not for entertainment or relaxation purposes, but for guild business. It was only to be expected after recent events: Mt. Hakobe’s worsening famine, the sudden dismissal of several Basilisks, Ahote’s series of first murders. But despite the unusually heavy atmosphere the mountain had had lately, he was eager to accompany Famine on this task.

    Ahote felt his black hood be pulled over his moistened form, stalking on next to his mother through Talonia’s rains, small pellets of water rolling off of the cloth and onto his pale, white hands, splitting on impact while other drops would splash onto the stone path in which they prowled. Tucked tightly between his fleshed digits was a photo of their supposed client. In seeing this man, Ahote felt his chest grow tight and his heartbeat quicken. What was this excitement that made him so eager to greet this man? Was it a desire to explore towns and others that infested deep within him since a young age, held as delighted captive in that fortress, on that mountain? Was it the joy of being able to support his parent on these missions? Ahote did not know and did not care to find out.

    With Famine’s cold words crept up his shoulder and into his ear, Ahote turned his head to face her with his usual soft smile, ”I understand.” he mumbled back. There was little to say but much to do in regards to this challenge. The boy did not know the first thing about recruitment, deciding to take this as a learning experience. It was his duty to learn from this, to become useful.

    Through the quick strides he and his mother took, the boy had taken the time to notice the little things of Talonia. Through scattered puddles of rainwater, the unfamiliar twinkle of the street and building lights beckoned his attention. The busying chitchat that filled the air, bustling groups of women dashing in and out of clothing shops, older men enjoying fine cigars. The busy city was an extreme opposite from the desolate mountain he was so used to, and he did not mind that.

    Soon enough, the pair arrived at the pub, Famine holding the door open for him to enter, which he did. Silently, he sat in the nearest seat, a stool with a cotton cushion. Ahote could feel the moisture in his pants drip into the dry, cold cotton, leaving him feeling uncomfortable. He raised his head to look at Famine with curious, topaz hues, ”So this is where he’s coming, huh? Quiet. . .” He mumbled, twisting his head around his neck to review the room.



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    Post by Aemon Trahaearn on 21st December 2017, 7:59 pm





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    "To save a life, I must fight for more than Ideals."


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    Aemon made long strides as he traversed the near empty streets of Talonia returning from his most recent job. By no means was this town is home nor was any place in Fiore or the world of Earthland for that matter but compared to any other location this was a place he found himself returning to more often than anywhere else. Aside from the fact there were no guilds occupying the town to bother him with either taking their jobs from the job board or attempting to sell im a pitch to join their guild, he just  wanted to work and then go his own way which this town allowed among most others. He entered the bar that housed the board where jobs were posted and proceeded to walk right past it to take a seat at the bar. "What will you be havin pal?" the bar keep asked not lifting his eyes from the glass he was drying off with a rag "Wow so professional, whats the occasion?" he couldn't help but tease how little the barkeep was paying attention, "Ahh Aemon done the job already?" Aemon smirked as his initial response "Of course, just had to take care of a bunch of rambunctious monsters was all.". The bar keep looked at the white haired man and shook his head, " I read about the situation, for  you freaks of natures its a walk in the park but none of us would have gotten though without a scratch like you. His Red shroud had some wear and tear on it from the most recent mission but aside from that his outfit in the form of black body armor, matching pants connected to his boots. "Without a scratch you say?" he poked his finger through a hole in the shoulder of his shroud "What would you call that?" The keep scoffed, "i'd call that luckier than us you smartass." Aemon would simply shrug. I'll take the usual." the barkeep reached down into the pocket of his apron and slid it over to Aemon, “You might want to read this before I start cooking.” Emerald eyes drifted down to the flyer held out in front of him and then back up at the man holding it, "huh, i don’t usually get mail. What is it?" he asked as he reached out to take it. “Not much detail, just a job that specifically asked for you.” He opened up the paper folded into fours and read it’s contents. His eyes traced the words from left to right going down the page. “Should I heat up the usual?” The keep would ask but Aemon’s action spoke louder than any words he could have said. He stood up from his stool and exited the bar.

    The bar where the client was located wasn’t too far from this bar so the walk would be short enough to make it not a bother. Once outside and on the mainroad he was greeted by the rain. While the water droplets landed on him, bouncing off his hair while other droplets were soaked up by the red shroud he wore over his upper body the parts of his outfit that was damaged from the previous job slowly mended itself as he journeyed across town to meet this client at the bar. He stopped outside the bar and looked up at the sign that displayed the name of the bar across it. "This is the place, now time to meet this mysterious client." he said to himself as he started to through the door, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Ddraig chimed in at last. "Why wouldn’t be, it's just a simple job after all isn’t it?" Aemon thought back for the dragon inside him to hear, “You rarely get mail and the fact that someone called you out specifically is rather odd.” Aemon chuckled, "I agree but instead of sitting around and wondering what the writer’s intent is we can find out for ourselves." he said in pure confidence but Ddraig was a bit more cautious, “and if their reasons are against you?” a smirk graced his lips, "Then we handle it." he said ending the connection and taking a table in the back facing the door watching and waiting for the client to approach him.




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    Post by Famine on 22nd December 2017, 5:29 pm





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    “Hardly,” Famine chuckled back to the boy when referring to the pub Back home...that was somewhere quiet. A bar was a place for laughter, company, forgetting things, and making mistakes. And as she expected this time of evening people were just starting to head in and get out of the rain. Why, when taking her son along, would she elect to meet her client in ain a pub? Well- the mage needed a crowded room, a wave of bodies to escape into should she be recognized or put in a place where she and Ahote needed to flee.

    The bar was tens to a hundred conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the music that rang out of the jukebox. Famine glanced over her bench at the table, skimming for the familiar face somewhere, anywhere. The crowd was young, students from a university, and independent mages who had since settled here in Talonia.

    --And if she was recognized, It would just be an honest drunk’s mistake. Famine lifted her palm and gazed at the silver ring on her index finger, and the gem gleamed when her eyes focused on it. Narrow blues changed to bright rubies, a dark cowl to a school smock some of the other university students from the area wore, and a raggedy brunette bob and braid extended into straight raven locks.

    Famine knew Ahote must be confused at the abrupt shapeshifting, and everyone in the bar was either too busy, not paying attention to another mage trick, or drunk to make sense of it.

    “I’ve got a little bit of a reputation that follows me. I can’t let that risk my job today.  Ahote, you and I-- we are going to be new people, just for a little while. I don’t want to scare away our new friend away. My name is now Maria, I’m a student from one of the nearby… schools for the non magically inclined. You are my little brother Leon. We are going to ask Aemon to demonstrate his skills by taking care of a problem of mine.” Famine explained, tasting the pitch of her new and higher voice. She gave him a little tassle of his hair, to let him know his mother was still behind those brand new eyes.

    Now, feeling a little taller in her seat than she may have been before she looked around the room again, the crowds, the bar at the front and than another table-- just as a familiar looking individual was sitting down. Ameon.  “See Ahote? Over there.” Famine jostled him in the shoulder lightly where the light haired subject sat in the end of the room. “Can you wave him down and bring him back here to talk?” Famine asked of him over the jukebox and clattering of glass. If anyone was capable of squeezing through a little crowd of warm bodies without getting much attention it was a kid. “And if anyone asks, Remember the story I told you-- Leon.


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    Post by Ahote on 23rd December 2017, 9:40 pm

    Ahote was not used to such activity in one place alone. The desolate, silent corridors of Basilisk Fang was home to him. The usual cracks in the wall he had grown so familiar with, the dust that coated the stone floors, the dry, cold air bestowed by Mt. Hakobe's everlasting winter. It was all a sanctuary to him, so being in such a bustling town left him feeling so very alien. Never had he felt so self conscious.

    Ahote looked down into his lap, twiddling his fingers together nervously. It was not only that chatty drunks or cheeky women that left him feeling so open, but the fact that his mother was also watching. He wasn't necessarily expecting to prove anything to her today, or expected to be doing anything at al besides observing, but never had he felt so strangely naked. He quickly settled into the busy pub, regardless. The music pounding from jukeboxes, the men and women who tried to compete with its volume with their own typical conversations. It all became like music to the boy's ears, hearing all but listening to none. His mind became jogged with thought as the seconds passed by.

    Abruptly, his moments of peace were interrupted by the physical disappearance of his mother's familiar lean figure, pale skin and busty chest, now replaced with that of a beautiful, brown haired woman with astonishing ruby hues. Ahote's topaz ones couldn't seem to trail off of this unfamiliar body as Famine explained to him the scenario they were to portray.

    With wide eyes, Ahote nodded as she spoke to him, ruffling his raven threads just a bit with the foreign hand, but with such a familiar touch, "Well, alright. You'll have to fill me in on this reputation of yours later, though. . ." he mumbled, anxiously scratching his cheek with the tip of his metal index digit, eyes darting away from that of his mother's. But his playful suggestions were directed back to the main subject at hand, their client, Aemon Trahaear, who was sitting quietly at the other side of the pub. He had beautiful chocolate skin and silver locks, but the colors of his eyes was a mystery to the boy, for at this distance he could not unravel it.

    When Famine would task him with the duty of bringing him back to her, the boy instantly felt an insurmountable amount of pressure on his chest. Ahote was always anxious when conversing with guildmates, so conversing with a stranger with skills recognized by his mother was on a level he never thought would come to him so early in life. The boy's face became pale, turning over to Famine with forcibly wide eyes and a quivering smile, "Y-Yes, of course. . . one moment." Ahote sputtered, quickly ambling over to the man with a stiff figure.

    Approaching him, his anxieties seemed to have been quickly overshadowed with his usual softness. It seemed as if in each step did he release more and more stress regarding the interaction. Really, the idea of it was far more nerve wracking than the actual activity, he began to realize. His small, lean body squeezed through stocky men and tall women, eventually making way over to Aemon with messy black hair and warm eyes. Simpering, he tapped the counter just next to the man's body to grab his attention, "Hey there, mister. My name's Leon, and I was wondering if we could have a quick chat? Just for a moment, if you have it?" He queried, having to speak louder than he normal did considering the loud men and women he was competing with.



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    Post by Aemon Trahaearn on 1st January 2018, 8:03 pm





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    "To save a life, I must fight for more than Ideals."


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    Aemon sat patiently at the table he had chosen for himself leaning forward slightly with his hands clasped together with his mouth pressed against them as his emerald eyes scanned the room full of people, "There aret a lot of people here." he said counting them in his head. He would set his sights on the bar keep who was speaking to one of the servers, "They aren’t the clients. If they were they would have waved me over the moment they saw me." he concluded no longer looking at them but instead closed his eyes. He didn’t want to make it seem he was looking for the client but as his eyes were shut the server approached him, “Excuse me sir can I get you something?” she asked him and in response he opened his eyes and made eye contact,"I’ll just take a cup of coffee." she wrote it down on her notepad and walked away. He would seemingly look at her as she went off to get his coffee but this was just used as a way for him to look at the man sitting at the bar reading the latest issue of Sorcerer Magazine. "Could be him but I don’t thinks so. Like the bar keep he didn’t bother me once or show any sort of recognition " that seemed to be the key factor he was basing his current findings on. "There is so many possibilities." he said to himself. “No signs of this client?” Ddraig said at the back of Aemon’s mind. Aemon let out a small sigh, "None as of yet." he responded and then added, "It’s possible they aren’t even here yet." Ddraig quickly countered, “Probably a joke.” he was ready to dismiss it the moment Aemon got the flyer. "It could be, but the off chance it isn’t could be something in it for us." he said to the dragon before setting his gaze upon a young lady and what he guessed to be was her child. She had long raven black hair with piecing red eyes with a pretty face. "Perhaps it’s her. A situation involving a child can sometimes require outside help." he looked at the young man observingly, "He looks a little old to be involved with a domestic situation." he shrugged dismissing it just as his coffee arrived. "Thank you." he said to her handing off what he owed for the drink before taking a sip of it. "ahhh. Not bad." he thought but soon his attention was away from the coffee ad was locked onto something else.

    Next to him tapping on the table was the young man with messy black hair and brownish colored eyes who was next to who Aemon assumed was his mother just a moment ago. He listened as the boy introduced himself as Leon and asked if he could have a chat. "Sure kid I have a moment to speak. What do you need to speak to me about?” He said taking another sip of his coffee with a satisfying smile on his face, "Looks like someone needs to talk to me. His mother might be the sender of the flyer." Ddraig said nothing and Aemon listened to to boy as he told him what he had to say.

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    Post by Famine on 24th January 2018, 8:39 pm





    Die A Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain



    Famine blinked around with new ruby eyes. Smoke twisted in its artistic way, forming curls in the gloom, illuminated only by the age-speckled bar lights. Along the wall was every hue of amber liquid in their inverted bottles; every vice that alcoholic attendants had been ordered to avoid.
    The bar curved into the outer wall of the room, dark in the barely lit pub. Through the windows, the diamonds of lead panes, trickles the sallow light of street-lamps. The smell was intense of cigarette smoke, perfume that clung to clothing, skin and furniture alike.

    Her eyes followed the back of Ahote’s head intensely after she took another look around, Famine knew taking him to a bar wasn’t the best mother and son outing… but he’d been wanting to experience her work, he’d asked about it countless times from the time that he was still really a child. As he grew up, and rather quickly at that she explained more and more, that her work got others hurt to protect what she loved, that she tricked people to help the status of there family, that there intelligence and what they’d endured made Basilisk Fang more entitled to anyone who ever was hurt in Famine’s wake. Today her task was simple, pull a man who tiptoed on the type rope of light and dark-- [i]as many Talonian mages who didn’t have a home yet did[i] and swindle him enough to make the pitfall into Basilisk Fang a little easier of a transition.

    She just needed him to go on the job, agree to help a girl named Maria that didn’t actually exist. To slay Maria and Leon along with other Talonia school children’s biggest thread; a supposed group of violent gang members. In actuality harmless. At most obnoxious frat boys that attended the mages college in the area. Famine could care less what happened to a person who didn’t have there own magical talent, they just used mages skill to make them there own workers-- like they were some upper class… Famine was all to familiar with this concept growing up poor, having to survive completing degrading chores in Magnolia.

    Famine kept a careful eye on Ahote, who approached her target waiting for her son to bring him over. She connected a gaze and raised a hand slightly though to gesture them back to her. He’d have lots of questions, she’d stick to her role and be the talented actress she was.



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