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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

    Player 
    Lineage : Lucifer’s Aura
    Position : None
    Posts : 151
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 29,000

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on Fri 20 Mar 2020 - 23:55

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Catch and Release RJtajUnz_o

    This wasn’t usually the type of job that Vandrad went for. Hide and seek was hardly in his interests and locating a relic that hadn’t been seen in hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years sounded even more time consuming. If there had been any other option, he would have gone for it. But alas, the job board had been scarce in its posts that required actual effort. A lot of them were simply handling small, daily tasks that hardly provided a test for his abilities. And Vandrad still very much wanted to push his limits beyond where they had been.

    Mercury had been the muse for a newer, more powerful transformation – though that was out of being an absolute terror than altruism. And during his time in the alternate joke dimension with Patty, she had used her secondary magic to push him to a plane he had never even imagined. She called it ‘Arc of Time’ and with it, she was able to grant him a temporary glimpse at what he could very well become. It was exhilarating and he knew that to get to that place, he had to start with what he had already achieved and lost the ability to touch upon. He hadn’t come up with a proper name for the crimson form that he’d reached in his fury but he would at some point. He just needed to assume it once more.

    This job probably wasn’t going to provide an opportunity for that but it would, at the very least, keep him active outside the training hall at Fairy Tail. And it brought him somewhere new to explore. An unnamed mountainous region that was thick in its humidity and its dense jungle surroundings. Supposedly the last location of the relic was somewhere in the ruins that lay near the peak of the mountaintop. While it arguably would have been easier to simply fly to the location, Vandrad was feeling oddly sentimental today. Being in the area reminded him of his time in the Bellum army and the number of times they had to slough through similar terrain. It was some of the hardest exercise he had ever experienced and therefore, deciding to lean right into the nostalgia train, he had decided to backpack his way up.

    He’d even dressed down for the occasion. Rather than sporting the combat armor and jumpsuit he usually could be found in, he had opted for his regular training outfit. A black tight tank top clung to his torso, matched by the black shorts that covered his lower half. Gone were the white gloves and boots and instead, he had opted for jet black mountaineer boots. Dressed for the occasion, he had packed himself a suitable pack and begun his trek up the slope. He’d spent a good portion of the day freeclimbing his way up; bounding up the hill and performing great feats of acrobatics on tree limbs as he went. But evening had come quicker than expected and the Prince of Bellum had only made it perhaps halfway up the mountainside before he decided it was best to set up camp.

    So there he was, sitting by a sizable fire, with a roast hanging over the fire along with an iron pot full of mixed vegetables. Unknown to most people – as he didn’t go around and brag about it – was just how well Vandrad knew how to cook. An odd thing for a royal to partake in, given their upbringing no doubt. But the Prince had always found a calming place when he cooked for himself. The rest of his time was often involved in training and honing his magic; preparing meals was almost like his detox for the rest of his day. It was still several minutes before anything was ready so the man was standing just outside the perimeter of the firepit, practicing several different martial arts strikes on a tree trunk.







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    Fraag
    Fraag

    Player 
    Lineage : Incarnata of Nine Souls
    Position : None
    Posts : 314
    Guild : Errings Rising
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 205,503

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Winter God Slayer
    Second Magic: Scholar of the Librarium Obscuri
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Fraag on Mon 23 Mar 2020 - 22:12

    Being the sort of person that Beira was, always fascinated by old, dust-gathering things that were better left in the darkness of vaults so secret that they would never see the light of day, the young God Slayer was quite fascinated to hear of a strange item which had spun tales of wonder and woe, to the point of being rather preposterous. But she knew, as did the wise, that stories with repeating motifs stemmed from a communal trunk, and probably were based in reality of some sort. Whatever the reality of the artifact which had caught the young Utgardian's attention, it had been something to leave a sufficiently delicious trail for Beira to greedily follow, and after weeks of careful research and planning, the trail had led her to the foot of a stately mountain, whose peak was rumored to hold the ruins of a long dead city.

    What had sicced Beira on the trail of this amulet like a wolf on a blood trail was the ranting of some drunk fellow in a bar on the lower, more hospitable region of Mount Hakobe's base. He had mentioned that he had been hired by a rather rich fellow, intrepid adventurer that he was, to seek the resting place of an ancient bracelet which housed incredible power. The Utgardian had been little desirous to follow the line of thought of the rantings of a drunk, until the man had mentioned that the ancient relic had come from a civilization which had worshiped some long-departed creatures called the Ancients. The Old Ones. Truly, it could just have been a coincidence that Beira was affiliated to the inscrutable, but much less than benign, creatures called the Old Ones, and "Old One" and "Ancient" in Fiorean sounded rather similar. Then again, having nothing pressing on her hands to do, the God Slayer had decided to get on the item's trail, especially when she discovered that the intrepid adventurer had left the item in its resting place.

    Getting information out of him was too easy. After buying him a drink and being nice, she coaxed everything she needed to know from the inebriated man, and a lot of unnecessary details. From there, she began tying loose ends together, joining pieces, and seeking more information. It helped to have access to all the books belonging to an entire guild, as well as a very untrustworthy spectral library somewhere in her own personal dimension, and soon, her quest of information had directed her in steps to the foot of the mountain where she currently stood. The end of her journey was upon her, but it was here that the real adventure began. For if in truth, an adventurer had quested here and failed to retrieve the item, there would be definitely resistance along the way. She took a deep breath, and began the climb.

    Aside the thick boots that Utgardians preferred to wear, and her traveling cloak, nothing about the young woman climbing the mountain suggested that she was well-prepared for the task of mountain-climbing, talk less of engaging in a perilous task of retrieving an ancient and well-guarded secret from the resting place in which it slumbered. Still, neither the rough terrain of the mountain's contour, nor the temperature seemed to bother her in the slightest, as she made her way up the range at a casual, unhurried pace. She wasn't in a hurry; whatever guarded the relic would most likely require all her faculties, and she was not keen on wasting energy rushing up the mountain when nothing existed to suggest that time was her enemy, though it never had been her friend.

    As Beira traveled, she first caught the scent of smoke and of meat cooking. A human. Or some other sentient. What, she wondered, was such a person doing here? Silently, she moved into a patch of trees, following her nose to the source of the smell. In time, she soundlessly came upon a clearing, with a large metal pot, and an animal carcass over a merry fire. At the edge of the clearing was a short, stocky figure, punching and kicking a tree. The form was familiar. Beira found herself smiling slightly, in spite of herself, though she was also quick to warn herself that even though she had met this fellow without fangs bared some time back in Rose Garden, it didn't give any assurance that he would not be hostile, and as such dangerous. Still, it was good Utgardian manners to never offer a preemptive attack unless you were fully convinced of the enmity of your subject.

    "Isn't it too one-sided to keep beating that tree trunk so, seeing as it's not going to return violence?" the God Slayer inquired calmly, leaning against the stem of another tree as she watched him with amused curiosity. "But please, do go on. Don't let me be a distraction."


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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

    Player 
    Lineage : Lucifer’s Aura
    Position : None
    Posts : 151
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 29,000

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
    Second Magic:
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on Tue 24 Mar 2020 - 0:29

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Catch and Release RJtajUnz_o

    Vandrad certainly didn’t wish to simply keep beating on a tree. If he had his way, he would have someone else there training with him. If he’d thought of it, he may have asked Mercury to come along so he would, at the very least, have someone willing to spar with him. But as she had been busy with her own jobs and focuses, the trunk was left the unfortunate target of the Prince’s attacks. He made sure to manage his strength; simply cracking the bark and knocking pieces away with each kick, punch or otherwise. He didn’t want to be breaking down the woods anymore than he already had. Plus wanton destruction tended to attract the wrong curiosities.

    He couldn’t quite feel them at this range but he knew there were presences up upon the mountain that bode a danger to him. He’d heard plenty of tales about the monsters that roamed the plains at night but scarier still were the stories about the ones that kept to the forests and jungles. Still, the level of ‘danger’ didn’t seem any scarier than others he had come up against and crushed. Then again, his particular magic granted him the additional ability to injure creatures that would be otherwise impervious. Should he happen upon and ghouls or spirits that had tormented wayward adventurers in the past, they would be sullenly surprised when the Prince of Bellum’s hand wrapped around their throat.

    He had sensed someone approaching his camp but they moved slowly that he couldn’t quite identify if they were friend or enemy. Instead he played coy and continued to practice, giving the appearance that he was unaware of any intruder. If they attacked, he would be ready to counter it instantly. But they paused just outside the perimeter of his camp – perhaps they were planning a means and direction of surprising him?

    Instead, he was treated to the sound of a familiar voice. Vandrad’s head came around to look over his shoulder, finding his former date, Beira, lounging against a tree trunk. She had commented about his attacking the poor innocent tree that couldn’t even fight back against him. Yet she insisted that he continue and not allow her to take his attention away from the task at hand. "Tsk,” he scoffed aloud, even as he took another swing at the tree and planted a knife hand against the smooth under-bark. "If you didn’t mean to distract me, you wouldn’t have bothered to speak up in the first place. Then again, you did approach my camp with an impressive amount of skill – someone who hadn’t taken part in the military and trained in tracking may have been outdone by your stealth.”

    He chuckled softly to himself as he turned to face her, crossing his arms over his chest. "I’d ask if you were following me but I’m almost entirely sure I would have picked up on that sooner.” He wasn’t faithfully sure that his skill in detection outclassed hers in stealth but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take the opportunity to bluff, if only to test his wit against hers once more. She had proven quite the thinking opponent the last time they had met, having been forced together as dates to a wedding. Though truly, before they could even attend the namesake event, she had been flustered by a heinous dance floor and fled, leaving him stag. He met her gaze evenly before he sighed and gestured to the camp. "Well if you’re here anyways, you might as well sit down. Or hover by the shadows – choice is yours.” With that, he walked away from the trunk he had been woefully abusing and sat down on the log he had set up near the campfire.







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    Fraag
    Fraag

    Player 
    Lineage : Incarnata of Nine Souls
    Position : None
    Posts : 314
    Guild : Errings Rising
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 205,503

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Winter God Slayer
    Second Magic: Scholar of the Librarium Obscuri
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Fraag on Tue 24 Mar 2020 - 22:39

    As Beira had expected, Vandrad's response to her appearance appeared offhanded and dismissive. And yet, he didn't throw any particularly sharp barbs her way, which meant, or at least suggested, that he was, to some extent, favorably disposed towards her. That, in Beira's opinion, was a good thing; she would rather have friends than enemies, not because she loved unicorns and wanted all people of every race, clime and tongue to hold hands and chant "peace is the way", as they waddled around some large bonfire releasing psychedelic fumes or some similar shit. She wanted more friends... or maybe 'allies' was the more appropriate word, for she knew she had a lot of enemies, and could only hope that many of them were dead. It was already bad enough that she did not know exactly how many enemies she had, and she could not even say she knew precisely who, or what, her enemies were. She knew what they were called, and that they possessed great technologies, or witchcrafts, whichever one chose to call such. Aside those sketchy rags of information, Beira realized with a lot of misgiving that she knew next to nothing about the Old Ones. It would be most foolish for someone with unknown, and potentially numerous foes, to antagonize everyone they came across.

    The fact that Vandrad had actually delivered a backhanded compliment on Beira's proficiency at stealth was not missed by the young God Slayer. "I'm glad to see there's something you find commendable about me," she replied, allowing a small smile to spread across her face. "I'm sure if you tried, you'd be quite the charmer for the ladies, wouldn't you?" Still, his compliment had pleased her, for she was vain enough to like hearing good things being said about herself, though she was wise enough to be wary of flattery. His comment about almost mistaking her for stalking him was met with laughter. "Where I come from, it's not very mannerly for an unmarried lass to follow an unrelated male. It makes her appear... desperate... in an uncomely fashion. I have no idea whether that holds true with Fiorean traditions, though. In any case, seeing as you didn't come here to wait for me, then our meeting is purely coincidental, and one I'm not in the least sorry about, at least as far as company is concerned." Despite his apparent brusqueness, Beira suspected Vandrad would make a very good discussion partner, once he was interested in the subject to be talked about. For some reason, at the very moment, she was feeling slightly more garrulous than she often was.

    Vandrad's invitation to sit was accepted silently but not unwillingly, and Beira immediately took stock of where she could sit. The first and most plausible option was the log on which Vandrad had seated himself. It looked clean enough, even for someone with her desire to maintain sanitary conditions in as many cases as she could control them. There was a mossy rock, which Beira turned up her nose at; she was most certainly not going to sit on the bare moss, and the crushed plant matter would stain her cloak, if she were to spread it over the rock. The next option was the ground. Yes, the log was the best choice. She seated herself on the woody construct, though she took some care not to sit too close to Vandrad; despite the cordiality between them, he was still a stranger. "Sitting is preferable. Hovering in the shadows is for the bats."

    Whatever was being cooked smelled heavenly. Even if Beira didn't have her heightened Slayer senses, she could easily admit that what was going to be served would taste amazing, if the taste of it was commensurate to its smell. She gave the dark-haired man a sidelong glance. "Most soldiers I know are plainly horrid cooks," she stated, "though to be fair to them, they probably could not taste the difference between properly seasoned, well-roasted game, and rotten mushrooms. If what I'm smelling is an indication of anything at all, you're the first who knows his marbles around the fire. Is cooking considered a feminine engagement in Fiore?" The fact that Vandrad was military was no hidden matter; he had mentioned that, and even included that he had been trained in tracking, when he had commented on his not being taken by surprise by her stealth. Though she was not using her magic to sneak, Beira had received extensive training in woodcraft, a skill highly necessary for survival in the Utgardian outdoors, with the almost incessant snow all year round, and miles of coniferous forests, rugged mountainscapes and vast plains with herbs, many of which seemed to be no longer common in Fiore. That Vandrad had not been taken by surprise by her was an impressive feat on his own part.

    "You will also have to tell me where you learned to cook."


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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

    Player 
    Lineage : Lucifer’s Aura
    Position : None
    Posts : 151
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 29,000

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on Wed 25 Mar 2020 - 3:42

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Catch and Release RJtajUnz_o

    Vandrad still wasn’t sure what to make of Beira. She hadn’t opened up a lot about truly anything about herself the first time they met. Indeed, for an outing that would be classified as a ‘date’, they hadn’t really gotten to know one another a whole lot. If anything, they seemed far more interested in testing one another’s wits and brevity for idle conversation. Overall, it had been a good event, he supposed. There hadn’t been any combat so it wasn’t spectacular in his opinion, but it certainly could have been leagues worse. At least Beira had proved a good foil to verbally spar with. He would never admit it out loud but he was quite let down when she had departed in such a haste. It robbed him how verbal sparring partner for the rest of the evening.

    And yet it seemed fate was doted upon him and given him another chance to run into her. Out in the woods, on the hillside leading up to a mountain was certainly a unique place to meet her again but that just seemed to be what was going to happen. In truth, he didn’t consider her in any terms of any kind of relationship because the Prince of Bellum wasn’t used to assigning people to groups. He kept most people at arm’s length, utilizing their usefulness when it was presented but never getting personal. The only person that had managed to worm her way anywhere close to familiarity was Mercury and that was because she was so damn incessant with it. But Beira was still a stranger, a witty one but still fairly unknown to him. She had showcased a little to make him curious but he was never one to actively pursue a person if it didn’t align with his personal goals.

    She responded to his reproach with appreciation and a smile, even musing over how, if he had tried, he could probably be quite the charmer. "Tsk,” he scoffed, though this time it was out of amusement. "I’ll do you one better than and say that I’ve only met few that can truly keep up with me in terms of witty banter. You’re one such lady. How’s that for charming?” He flashed a quick smirk, admittedly a bit proud of himself over the mischievous comment. As he insinuated her following him, she laughed and explained that where she came from, a single woman chasing a man was quite deplorable. It made them seem desperate, though she wasn’t sure if that translated the same way to Fiorian standards. It seemed it truly was happenstance that had placed them on this mountain together and for her part, she seemed satisfied with the company. A single brow raised in her direction as he assessed for a moment. "I believe the term in Fiore is ‘thirsty’ when it comes to describing women of that caliber. But I’m not that keen on the phrases used in this country either; I don’t hail from it.” He took a brief moment of consideration before he continued. "And I suppose in terms of company coming to my camp, you are far from the worst. At least you’re quick.”

    And so he offered her a place at the camp, rather than lurking in the darkness. She took a moment to consider her options to sit and he watched her propose her mental hypothesis. She had several options – frankly, in nature, anywhere could be considered a seat. But she seemed to have a standard and after clearing away other placements, she opted to sit on the log he sat upon, though leaving plenty of room between the two of them. That was fine by him – he would have had more of a problem if she was practically on his lap.

    He picked up the stick he had cleaned and scraped to use as a cooking utensil, using it to poke the deep, sizzling flesh of the roast. As he checked the status of the food, she idly brought up her experience with soldiers and cooking. He listened to her as he turned the meat and continued to check it, glancing over at her as she wove the tale about fighters that seemed to be lacking in taste buds. She complimented his ability based on how it smelled and asked if preparing meals was considered a woman-like pastime. "No more than fighting is considered a male engagement, I suppose,” he answered her honestly, leaning back and look over at her. "Even if it was, I’d like to see someone try and accuse me of being feminine for preparing a meal. They’d be drinking their food through a straw as a result.” He allowed himself another small, proud smile at the thought. She continued on the train of thought of food, stating that she was interested in knowing where he learned to cook.

    "I taught myself,” he said as he flipped the stick idly in his hand, rolling it between his fingers with practiced expertise. He quickly worked out how to phrase his words, so as not to reveal his noble heritage. "No one ever took time to show me how to do it. I was taught a very many other activities that I wished could have been swapped but alas. So one day I decided to just learn. Picked up a book, memorized the recipes and cooked what I could. Once I joined the military, I learned how to prepare meals with minimal supplies and utilizing what the natural world had to offer.”

    The twirling of the stick came to a pause as he set his gaze on her. "And what about you? You’re not from Fiore, nor does your outfit fall into any of the other nations cultural designs. Where do you come from?”







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    Fraag

    Player 
    Lineage : Incarnata of Nine Souls
    Position : None
    Posts : 314
    Guild : Errings Rising
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 205,503

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Winter God Slayer
    Second Magic: Scholar of the Librarium Obscuri
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    Post by Fraag on Wed 25 Mar 2020 - 22:23

    Beira was surprised, but not at all displeased that Vandrad had decided to point another compliment in her direction, though in his terse manner, he alluded that his reason for the compliment was simply to attempt to exercise his faculties of charm. "Mm, that's more like it," she intoned with a smirk of her own. "Now we'll just have to work on that oaken face of yours." Truth be told though, Beira was of the opinion that Vandrad's grumpy look suited him. Maybe it was because she had first met him as an apparently irascible grouch, in her opinion, and first impressions had done their dastardly work. The thought of him smiling the kind of smiles that the famous guys on Fiorean female-biased magazines usually had pasted on their faces was somewhat disturbing to Beira. She was sure she would be more freaked out than amused if she saw Vandrad trying to be sweet. Well, lime trees were prickly, and their fruit sour, yet they were still cultivated. Different strokes.

    Beira wasn't initially sure why Fioreans would equate thirst with a woman chasing around a man with not very chaste intentions on her mind. Her curious side desired to know more, but she was not going to ask Vandrad why; he himself had just commented on his lack of interest in Fiorean parlance, and that because he was not from the country. She decided to set her mind to the task of solving the equation of desperate females and thirst, and quickly decided against it, when her thought process suggested a rather dirty, but very likely reason for the comparison. Best to just focus on Vandrad's not being from Fiore. It was her safest course of action. She wasn't particularly one hundred percent certain about the details governing fact that her being an Incarnata with nine souls gave her a collection of useful powers, and behaviors to go with them. In any case, until she was more certain how the whole Incarnata business worked and the extent of her souls' influences on her behavior, it would be best to be as mentally vigilant as possible, to avoid giving in to some influence and later regretting it.

    Beira chuckled at the dark-haired man's intention towards anyone who looked down on him because he could cook. Her reason for the question was because she had heard someone once say to her that the kitchen was the natural space of a woman. It  seemed to onlookers that he had been trying to be rude, but Beira somewhat agreed with him if the woman in question was herself, though her reasons had very little to do with cooking. "Well, I once did meet some fellow at a public place who told me that a woman's place was in the kitchen, which is why I had to ask. The other women there seemed offended by the statement, though it wasn't aimed at them, and eventually became offended at me because I replied that if I were a standard for women, he would be mostly correct. I wonder why. Naturally, in a world as hostile as the one we find ourselves in, the best place to be would be a kitchen. Where else in a house are knives readily available?" To her, fighting being considered a masculine engagement was a bit odd. All Utgardians, male or female, great or small, were encouraged to  learn to fight. During a frost giant raid, the giants wouldn't see a girl and decide to leave her alone and go after the boys because they were bigger.

    Vandrad's declaration of being self-taught as far as culinary skills were concerned was commendable, in Beira's opinion. That he mentioned he was taught a lot of things implied that he came from a family of mixed professionals, like a performing troupe or itinerant folk. Or he had blue blood. Beira could assume that, because it had been the same with her. She had been made to learn a lot of apparently unnecessary things, and had always wondered why she had been forced to waste time learning Utgardian nuptial rites and flint petroglyphic lettering, when she was sure the time would be better served improving her spear play. Soon enough though, the discussion shifted to her, as Vandrad asked her where she was from. "Utgardr," she replied, as though she expected him to know where the place was. Actually, she would have been shocked if she met anyone that actually knew where Utgardr was, not to talk of being Utgardian. It was best to explain a little further. "I don't think it's on Earthland, or at least not anymore. Whichever the case, as far as regards my culture, and dressing especially, which I fail to see why it bothers so many Fioreans, I'm just an average Utgardian damsel. But as far as birth nationality goes, I'm not sure I have an idea. I don't even think I have parents."

    Vandrad was the first person she was actually telling this. While it was natural for one who had few friends to be so forthcoming about personal details, Beira saw no possible way that her telling him would be detrimental to her. But just for kicks, she stopped there. "So, you mentioning that you had to be taught many things, much of which you weren't eager to learn, suggests to me that you grew up with performers, migrant traders or the lot of some hotchpotch of talents. Either that, or you're an aristocrat. Only children of noble houses get to be cursed with learning mountains of utter irrelevances, so they can grow up and have nothing relevant to do. So, which one are you? I also wouldn't mind you throwing in where you're from while you're at it."


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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

    Player 
    Lineage : Lucifer’s Aura
    Position : None
    Posts : 151
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 29,000

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
    Second Magic:
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on Thu 26 Mar 2020 - 21:29

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Catch and Release RJtajUnz_o

    Work on his oaken face. What an absolutely outrageous suggestion. Vandrad instinctively reached up and rubbed his chin, as if he could massage more meaning into his façade. It was a comment he was used to receiving at this point, from several people over the years. He’d always had a bit of a sour visage; even when he did find reason to smile, it was generally in the form of a smirk and carried a wicked and smugness to it. He didn’t believe himself sullen – just focused. Smiling didn’t convey anything beyond amusement or happiness and why would he waste time showing that when he could simply tell a person over his enjoyment? Of course, that required him to find some kind of joy in anything and considering that only really came during battles, he wasn’t often seen in a fit of pleasure.

    He answered her question as truthfully as he understood it. The effeminate insinuation about cooking, from anyone, would have resulted in quite the physical punishment from the Prince of Bellum. She chuckled at his answer, earning her a slight glance from Vandrad. She explained that she had met a man once who had stated, rather plainly, that a woman’s place was in the kitchen. The reason for her asking sparked from the follow up, as women around were offended by the statement and then further insulted when Beira agreed with the sentiment. Admittedly, Vandrad looked at her a bit curiously in her agreement until she explained her reasons for wanting to be in a kitchen; it was where the cutlery was and in a world such as theirs, being near the armaments seemed to stand above all else. He snorted and smirked, shaking his head – he probably shouldn’t have been surprised at her philosophy but still was. Not that he disagreed. "What, you don’t keep a stash of weapons in every room of your home? For shame,” he teased her in his own way, twirling the stick once more between his fingers.

    To his question about her origin, she stated a place. Utgardr – it was a strange name that resonated with absolutely no spark of understanding. His eyes narrowed at the mention but she continued, explaining that she wasn’t sure if it was on Earthland or, if it had been, it wasn’t anymore. She continued, expressing surprise at people’s reaction to her dressing as she considered herself just an average member of nation – former or present as it was. But she didn’t really know her true origins, even saying that she believed she didn’t even have parents. Now that was especially interesting and curious. He certainly had more questions after that but to show respect to their back and forth, he instead remained quiet until she spoke up once more.

    She touched upon his admittance to being taught many things – something he had stated generally and hadn’t elaborated on. She’d picked up on that and began to hypothesize aloud for him, asking if he had been raised as a performer, some kind of trader or even an aristocrat. Luckily she had given him several options so he was, at the very least, prepared when she brought up nobility as a possibility and didn’t make a face to reveal the truth. But she asked him straight out which of the options he was and even encouraged him to share where he came from. "You could say I grew up with performers,” he said, finding his way to work the truth in circles. "My family is all about putting on acts. And they wanted me to have a bevy of skills that I could master, so that I would be prepared for anything that came my way.” It was still following the honest line without telling her outright what he was. It was still safer that way. He prodded the meat a few more times, discovering that it was finally tender and ready. As he got up and prepared to remove it from the fire, he continued. "I was born and raised in Bellum. As I said, I received a lot of training in skills that I found to be useless in the grand scheme of things. It wasn’t until I was old enough to join the military that I found something I could connect to. Cooking is… it’s a sobering time for me to gather my thoughts about events and occurrences through the day. But other than that, I will train. I train my body, my mind and my magic at least twice a day. Those are the skills I truly want to master. The others are just… dressing.”

    He pulled the roast off the fire and examined it. A cursory glance over to her and then back to the meat, he sighed and walked over to his pack. From there her extracted a small knife from his cooking set, using it to gently slice along the meat and separate it into two equal parts. While he hadn’t exactly prepared for two for dinner, there was still plenty of food and it would be rude if he ate without offering. His teacher’s words echoed in his ears like thundering drums. He walked back over and sat down on the log, holding out the piece of meat for her on a napkin. "Here,” he said simply, waiting for her to take it. Once she had, he would settle himself in to start eating. But before he took a bite, he paused to look at her once more. "You say that Utgardr isn’t on Earthland, though it may have been. I’ve studied several tomes of history, mostly books from generals and warriors of the past, but I’ve never heard mention of any place called Utgardr. But you make it sound like it’s passed into history and yet… you’re here.” He didn’t necessarily voice a question but his words were leading in that direction. He was curious to know more about her and wasn’t sure how to outright ask her the circumstances of what she had described.







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    Fraag

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    Post by Fraag on Fri 27 Mar 2020 - 21:29

    Vandrad expressed mock surprise at the absurd idea that every room in Beira's house was supposed to hold assortments of weapons. She giggled at the thought, and shook her head. "What, you expect me to live in an armory? What would my potential suitors say? I thought it would be more up your alley, being in the military and all that." After all, it was Vandrad who had admitted to being, or having some affiliations, whether past or present, with an army. Since she had never admitted to such, it was easier to turn the mild barb back in the direction from which it came. Still, the only reason Beira often appeared unarmed was because she was quite able to fend for herself in the occasion of battle. She knew of some Utgardians who did actually have weapons in every room. But she didn't want Vandrad to feel he'd gotten away with that one.

    Beira raised an eyebrow at the man's first sentence in response to her questions. To use words like "You could say" meant that he was willing to allow Beira's mind to make up all the postulations and arrive at the answer by herself. Like he didn't want to particularly commit to giving her an answer. It wasn't as though Beira found that particularly bothering. Unlike most people, she had little to hide. If her conversation partner wasn't all that willing to disclose every detail about himself, that was his prerogative. All the same, Beira decided that she would be content with extracting what information she could from him, not to seek some way by which to gain leverage over the man, but simply because she was a curious creature, and took joy in the discovery of a new tidbit of information, and though she preferred to quest for information that would be useful to her, it was just as well to have trivia when she had nothing better to do. Besides, what was considered trivia today could have life transforming properties tomorrow.

    "Interesting. Though that mindset seems too deliberate for the eclectic considerations of your average performers. I take it that your family comprised a rather special set of performers." It was, after all, very unexpected of mere performers to want to train their children to 'be prepared for anything that came their way'. Most times, performers saw themselves, and their children, living all their lives carrying out their trade, and as such, they trained their little ones majorly for that reason. Those who wanted to train their minors to be prepared for anything were, by Beira's judgment, very wise, very conceited, or had lots of enemies, and garden variety performers did not fall into any of the three. All the same, Beira didn't deign to press more questions in the direction of his family's characteristics. It was better to have an evening of comfortable conversation than guarded exchanges.

    So Vandrad was from Bellum. Beira had never been there before, but she had read a bit about the place. It was saturated with magic, and was hostile to Fiore. Oh, and Pergrande. Though Beira was not from Pergrande, having a Pergrandian accent meant that she would have to do something about it if ever she were to set foot in Bellum. It was likely that Vandrad was not politically affiliated with his home nation, else he'd have been hostile to Beira because of her accent. And if he was in Fiore, apparently living there, in an enemy nation, he was either a spy, or a runaway. "Well," the God Slayer said, a naughty glint in her eye, as she eyed his musculature appreciatively, "it does seem the training has done quite some impressive amount of paying off." Suddenly realizing her train of conversation, the Utgardian quickly attempted to steer into more harmless territory. "I mean as regards your mental acuity," Beira continued hurriedly, hoping the crimson glow of the fire would hide the burning in her cheeks. "You're quite the opponent in verbal confrontations."

    She attempted to stare forward without catching Vandrad's eye, until his voice prompted her to turn and see the meat being proffered to her. "Many thanks," she stated, taking the food gratefully. It seemed at this point, Vandrad was interested in having Beira explain a little more of the enigmatic things she had mentioned about herself. "And yet," she echoed, a look of reminiscence in her eye, "I'm here. Utgardr is quite unknown to most, if not all people today, for two major reasons. The first is, I'm not sure whether Utgardr exists on this world or not. It may have been on another world. Have you by chance heard of Asgardr? Utgardians are of their stock." She had met someone before who claimed his magic was closely related to Asgardian powers, though he knew nothing of Utgardr as well. That had not surprised her, because of the second reason she was about to give. "Secondly, Utgardr was destroyed long ago, and by long, I don't mean fifty, or even a hundred years. I'm not even sure it happened a millennium ago, but I cannot say. All I know is that Utgardr was destroyed a few months after my twenty first year. And while I was busying myself fighting to the death, some infernal magic came to play, and exiled me in space and time, and behold, Earthland found itself graced with the august presence of Beira the Third, Daughter of Utgardr."

    She paused to take a bite of the meat in her hands. "So, my little understanding of armies and their organization informs me that it is uncommon to just quit the military life and walk away. May I be so bold as to wonder what you're doing in a country which your home country doesn't consider amiably? Or is it a matter of you having to kill me if I got to know what you're doing in Fiore?" Whether Vandrad chose to answer the question or not, Beira was hoping to at least have an idea of whether his loyalties lay with Bellum, or with himself alone. Just in case she ended up getting wanted in Bellum.


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    Vandrad Ragnos

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on Sun 29 Mar 2020 - 21:55

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    "As far as I’m concerned, if your suitor is not impressed at your sense of combat proficiency, then he isn’t worth keeping around,” Vandrad expressed his thoughts in a deeper manner as she giggled and commented on the lunacy of having a weaponized home. In spite of himself, he smirked. "In truth, I don’t generally use weapons. I rely on my magic and my own body to cause the damage I need to bring about. But I have been well trained with swords, knives, bows, firearms and spears. Some from the military and some from my extraordinary family.” He couldn’t help but touch upon them again, if only for the sake of telling the truth to Beira.

    She listened with interest as he remarked about his family, skirting the line between full nonfiction and concealed truth. He’d only been on one job with Beira, if the wedding event could be called as such, so he didn’t have any idea of where her allegiances lay. He didn’t even know what guild she called home, if any. A question to ask at some point, no doubt. She mused over his explanation, sorting through it with interest as to why a family of performers wished to be that prepared for anything. She was smart; there was simply no denying that. She picked up on things and notched them carefully to ensure she was seeing all the angles. He was impressed.

    Her accent had seemed familiar to Pergrande but Beira had found one of the rare Bellumians that did not instantly assume one’s nationality or dedication based simply on an accent. And even if she was truly from Pergrande, they weren’t actively at war with one another right now and with them both being in Fiore, there was little to no reason to throw such grudges out into the open. Besides, showing any disdain generally came off as haughty and aristocratic and that would further betray exactly what he was. Luckily she got a bit distracted as she took a moment to comment on the results of his training, her eye barely moving but enough so that he could see that she was giving him a once over. She caught herself, trying to redirect her compliment to his mental sharpness and went even further in commending him as a worthy opponent for their banter. How rarely the advantage came to Vandrad and he simply could not pass up the opportunity. "Of course. My… mental acuity,” he said with a wry smirk, his tone telling. His words spoke in agreement but his voice told her that he knew exactly what she meant.

    After that she seemed far too frazzled to continue the conversation immediately, at least until he offered her part of his meal. An action he normally would be against; after all, she had come here of her own volition and should have brought her own food for sustenance. But given how much she had impressed him before and presently, he was willing to part with a portion of his meal. Call it standards that the royal court had bred into him. But his ability to show compassion wasn’t the most shocking thing to occur in that moment of time. No, she had opted to take up his question and answer it sincerely, as abnormal and unbelievable as it sounded. She didn’t believe that Utgardr existed on this world, honestly believing it was from another world. Whether she meant plane of existence or an entirely different planet didn’t really seem to matter – she was from off Earthland. She asked him if he’d heard of Asgardr and he shook his head. "For all our knowledge here, Earthland is very limited on its knowledge of the cosmos and other planes. The belief is there and there have certainly been events that have proven other realities and civilizations exist but it seems no one is that interested in actually documenting the differences.” It was still a bit shocking to be meeting an actual alien but Vandrad took it easily, seemingly as unperplexed as one of her own kind might have been. He’d read enough and researched enough to know that other beings existed out there and eventually, he was bound to run into one.

    What was quite surprising was learning that her home had been destroyed so far in the past that she couldn’t even put it to a calculation. It was destroyed right after she had turned twenty one and she had been fighting during its extinction. It had been the lucky – or perhaps unlucky – chance that some kind of magic had plucked her up and tossed her into the present day, seemingly ‘graced’ by the presence of Beira the Third. He listened intently, genuinely interested in her tale and the results of it. He nodded softly as he eyed the meat in his hand, her words rattling around in his head loudly. "I am sorry to hear that. Even if it was that far in the past for us, I imagine it’s still fairly fresh for you,” he offered her, doing his due diligence from one warrior to another. "But I must say, you look fantastic for a woman of incalculable years,” he teased her, if only to lighten the mood slightly. Focusing too hard on the defeats of the past could do a fair number to anyone. As much as he didn’t like flirtatious jokes akin to the way Mercury talked to him, he did understand when they could be appropriate.

    They each took a moment to take a healthy bite from the meat, the Prince chewing and staring out into the dark as he tasted the meat. As usual, he’d managed to spice and cook it to perfection, though he’d used some newer Fiorian spices for the rub. They were quite good, surprisingly. His attention returned to her when she brought up his being in the military and she asked him outright why he was here, in a nation that was considered hostile to his own people. She even jokingly asked him if he would have to kill her if he told her. He snorted as he swallowed his mouthful. "I was honorably discharged some months ago. I had no plans of ever leaving military life but…” He paused, his brow furrowed as he weighed the chances of telling her the truth. His gut didn’t give him any reason not to give her a straight answer, beyond his being a prince and all. "I found out that my origins were not altogether what I believed they were. I was led to believe that I was abandoned and adopted as a baby. It came out that I was not – I was born out of wedlock. My… father is or was from Fiore. Legally he is dead, killed some decades ago. But I’ve heard stories of him being sighted. Upon hearing them, I decided to take my leave and come here to find the answers for myself.” He looked back over at her. "You’re the first person I told that to,” he mused aloud. Something about sitting around a campfire made one nostalgic and seemed to open up the possibility of truths. How strange. "Maybe I should kill you just to make sure no one else finds out,” he said to her, smirking as he couldn’t help one last tease before going back to his food.







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    Fraag

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    Post by Fraag Yesterday at 2:53

    With each moment of discourse with the dark eyed man from Bellum, Beira was more and more convinced that whoever he was, he was not the son of some run of the mill performers. After all, what sort of performers would train their child to be proficient in the use of a variety of weapons? Even weapon smiths, or at least the average ones, were not that focused on their trade to determine to learn how to use every single arm they created. Of course, there was the likelihood that he had been raised by a group of assassins, but if that was the case, he would probably have been much more unwilling to reveal anything about his heritage to her. The fact that he could mention snatches of the data she pieced together to form her own inferences meant that where ever he was raised, it couldn't have been as illegal as a tribe of hit men, but for reasons best known to him, he didn't feel it safe, or wise, to be open about his past. Beira, for her own part, would not push him to reveal beyond what he felt comfortable with sharing.

    It seemed her slip was noticed by Vandrad, but fortunately for Beira, he made no attempt to harass her beyond allowing her to know that she'd been caught. The Utgardian mentally kicked herself again  and hoped her decision to guard herself more would be enough to keep her from misbehaving further. Attaining mastery over one's emotions had been one of the more stressed upon lessons which seemed to be of particular importance to Utgardian royalty, and Beira was quite sure she could see the usefulness of that lesson, which had, for her, been one of the most difficult to learn. Though she was relatively introverted by nature, the Winter Goddess, in spite of her element of control, could be a veritable fireball, especially when she was angry. The fact that she could check herself from time to time meant the lessons were not in vain. Yet, she was still far from having total emotional control. There was still time to improve.

    Beira totally agreed with Vandrad about the lack of information of other planes and worlds and dimensions beyond Earthland. And it seemed there was too little being done about it, probably because there were too few scholars eager to make enough treatises on the subject. "Well, I'm actually very much interested. Who knows, one day maybe I shall write a book on the worlds beyond Earthland," she mused aloud in response to Vandrad's suggestion for the reason of limited information about the confines beyond Earthland, as her azure eyes reflexively turned towards the heavens above with their starry expanses, and mysteries unplumbed, far beyond the reach of mortals. "But first, I'd have to do some traveling, and too often, it's either I don't have the Jewels, nor the time." Well, if the things she'd heard about herself were true, she still had quite a lot of time to live.

    The young God Slayer was surprised at Vandrad's considerate reply after hearing about the fate of Utgardr. Well, he definitely wasn't so bad after all. She nodded gratefully, glad for his words. She'd managed to occupy herself with activities, the hunting of this quest included, to avoid having to deal with the sting of losing her homeland. So far, she felt she had done pretty well. But it still did hurt some, always being reminded that one didn't belong, even if nobody said so, even if nobody meant so. The teasing about her age was a very welcome diversion, causing her to laugh and feign modesty. "Oh stop that, you," the God Slayer said in a mock dismissive tone, as her facial expression proved the exact opposite of her words. "Though your flattery is not at all erroneous." Vanity, one of her favorite vices.

    For some reason, Beira was glad to hear that her discussion partner was not on the run from any military force, or any such thing that would make his presence in Fiore as a result of him being a fugitive. He was even half-Fiorean, a love child, it would seem, on the hunt to find his father, though the reasons for him looking for his father were not known to her. "Well, I guess that makes two of us," the God Slayer stated with mild amusement. "We both had wrong information fed us about our origins. But that's where the twist in the story comes. You were told you were adopted, I wasn't told I was." She shook her head. "Life is one heck of a convoluted mess. No wonder they say 'threads of fate'." She raised an eyebrow in response to Vandrad's false threat, a smile twiching the left corner of her mouth. "Kill me to make sure that what? That you're still 'daddy's boy' at your age?"

    Yep, she knew she was looking for trouble.


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