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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Strategery
Playing off of Varis's casual lead, Walker nonchalantly saunters along, slowly, stopping near the corner of the alley and looking up the street with an expression of interest. His hands still held his weapons in a reverse grip, pressed against his forearms, concealed inside his grey cloak.
Posted on 2011-06-23 at 23:38:18.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Muahahaha
*puts matches in Demise's shoe and lights them on fire* Get that dogie moving and show up to save the day!
Posted on 2011-06-20 at 20:56:44.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: No Need to Ask
Walker's facial expression barely changed, only a slight quirk to one eyebrow. "A life is in danger. There is no need to ask." He followed Varis out of the clinic, when Bon gave the signal, drawing forth both of his blades and hiding the long daggers and his hands in the folds of his cloak. He did not speak as he walked, and his footfalls made hardly a whisper. He halted as they came upon the assassins apparent, weapons hidden and ready, standing with an almost casual slouch to his posture...its casualness belied, to those who know of such things, by the way he was raised up on the balls of his feet.
(OOC: Leaving post as is, hanging at the back of the group as Varis instructed, unless someone does something rash)
Posted on 2011-06-19 at 23:53:39.
Edited on 2011-06-21 at 17:20:03 by Incognito
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Last Post
Little bit confused by the wording in the last post, where it says Bon was no longer there, he was the one threatened. And then the spoken sentence. Too many pronouns for my comprehension. 
Posted on 2011-06-19 at 17:17:00.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Drinks For Later
Walker watched the other men patiently, turning from Varis to DHarem as the former asked the latter about the red bows. His eyes flit over to Bon as the man explains the bows, then furrows his brow and turns towards Varis.
"Attempted to retain you to kill a councillor? That -was- a councillor they left with. And if there are Smythians involved with violent criminals attacking the Tithuanan government..." he trails off, resisting the urge to bolt out the door alone and get himself killed.
"What should we do? The councillor may already be dead, if your friends are right."
Walker waits tensely, watching Varis with a tight-lipped expression.
Posted on 2011-06-19 at 04:27:46.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: I like Deus Ex Machina
*starts a slow clap for Darren* yes, DHarem, what do the headbands mean?
Posted on 2011-06-17 at 18:20:52.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Most Interesting...
After the Smythians left, the faintest sound of a shick-click could be heard as Walker slid his weapons the inch or so back into the scabbards that he had already loosened them. A visible tension seemed to bleed out of him, he opened his cloak and let his hands be seen again, and he turned his full attention back to the other two men. He also seemed to be observing Bon and Thomas from the corner of his eye. He spoke quietly, agitation clearly evident in his tone.
"Look...it is a strange thing to see, a Tithuanan councillor being escorted...guarded? by Smythian fighters. I do not know what the red bows signify....", he paused, furrowing his brow for a moment as if trying to conjure up that bit of knowledge, but nothing came... "and I do not know if either of you have ever been to the Smythian warfront. Their culture seems to centralize around war. They war, constantly. No value for human life, in those lands." He shuddered. "Whatever they are doing here, it is not a good thing. I came to this city for the vaunted knowledge of the place, of the people. But there are happenings here in Tithuana that make my skin crawl. Especially anything involving those sorts."
He shook his head, as if to himself. He looked DHarem, then Varis, in the eyes. "I do not know what it is that is happening here, but it seems you are in the midst of it. You will want my assistance. I am...my condition is disadvantageous to me; but I am more than functional despite that, and handy with a blade besides. And you two gentlemen, and the strange, er, Sacrelarch, seem to have quite a bit of knowledge I would stand to gain by traveling with you." He studied Varis for a moment, a tiny quirk to his brow, as if appraising him.
"And I certainly believe your intentions lie in the right direction, and that is the most important thing." As if he had made up the minds of everyone, Walker nodded matter-of-factly, and addressed both of them, and Bon.
"So, we have what seem to be several leads with which to work, and only so much time in a day. Now it is late; perhaps the logical thing to do is discover where to begin on the morrow."
Posted on 2011-06-15 at 02:12:46.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Apparent Danger?
He listened to what DHarem said, nodding several times. When Bon spoke up, he turned his head and looked at the Smythians. Underneath the folds of his long travelling cloak, his hands gripped his knives, and he watched them without much concealing that he was doing so. He spoke to Varis and DHarem, still in a quiet tone but not as cautiously as Bon.
"Your friend is right; such men are dangerous, and I am wary." He continued to watch as he continued speaking, directed towards Varis. As he talked, he slowly, casually repositioned himself between Varis, who had apparently just gotten off the stretcher himself, and those Smythians, trying to appear as if he were just casually moving as he spoke.
"And I must insist you do not apologize for any perceived offense you think you may have caused me. I am an amnesiac; I have no recollection of anything before a certain date, and I therefore lack many of the social graces and mannerisms of other people. Without such, I give others offense just as often and easily as I am rarely and difficult to offend. So perhaps I should apologize to you for my bluntness, devoid of clarification." He shrugged. "Such things elude me. Now perhaps it would be prudent to know, who is that man that the Smythians are guarding? They would not be here for no reason."
Walker kept his voice down at that last and continued to watch the men, looking to be in a relaxed posture but with his hands ready to draw both knives at a moment's notice. He even slid the weapons free, just a hair, as the hair on his neck prickled up.
Posted on 2011-06-12 at 16:17:11.
Edited on 2011-06-12 at 16:24:26 by Incognito
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Aw
Posted on 2011-06-12 at 15:57:02.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Its all good homie!
Now lets all cheer on Mysterion!!!! Wooooooo post!
Posted on 2011-06-10 at 22:10:52.
Edited on 2011-06-17 at 18:21:26 by Incognito
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Yay!
Been antsy for postings. Will give Mysterion and Demise some time ere I say anythin new
Posted on 2011-06-10 at 18:30:51.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Somebody....
say something, or Walker is going to be interminably stuck in this bow. That's bad for your back.
Posted on 2011-05-31 at 16:23:31.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: They call me...
Walker slides his hands into his cloak at Varis's mention of the Smythians, before addressing the bard's query and assertion.
"They who have met me began to call me Walker. The name is sufficient. You may call me whatever adjective suits if 'walker' does not. As for my message being tardy, if you take seriously these Equilibriates, I would surmise its meaning may be different from what you presume; the one I met gave the impression of a man who speaks in riddles, which may not become clear until other information presents itself. I do not speak in riddles, so I will share plainly my observations gleaned from questioning folk on your whereabouts. One: the man the Seeker fought, someone explained to me he was a mage, not a sorcerer; I do not understand the difference, but he was speaking of 'within' and 'without'. Two: other magic users were present who might be sorcerers. Perhaps a magic user who witnessed could tell you. Three: a councillor shouted the name "Khan" at the top of his lungs during the conflict; of that, several people were certain, so perhaps he was an enemy against you and the councillors. I know not how many you fought." Walker shrugged, speaking to them as his eyes followed the Smythians.. "I primarily was searching for your location, but assembling a picture from further inquiry should improve its clarity."
He finished after poring over his memories for anything else pertinent. "Is there aught else you need with which I may assist?"
Posted on 2011-05-28 at 17:58:22.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Delivering the message.
Walker watches DHarem, speaking familiarly to Varis. Upon being introduced, he lets his eyes rest on the bard for a moment, a perfectly neutral expression on his face. Then he bows politely.
"I presume you to be Varis, the Bard. Very well then; I already shared the message with the one named Karrain." He steps closer to the pair and lowers his voice beneath the volume of the clinic, so only they should be able to hear him. Bon, he assumes, is with them.
"Beware the sorcerer. Khan knows." He shrugs after a moment. "It seems like such a small thing, but this 'Equilibriate' was quite adamant I deliver the message to you. I am sure it holds greater import to you." He bows. "If you have no questions...?"
Posted on 2011-05-28 at 04:29:23.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Healing Magic!
Yeah you sort of hit the nail on the head; sort of like an aura of ... aliveness. Magical. But...vital. Alive. Nothing inherently benevolent, but a sense of aliveness could certainly feel as such to someone.
And hey, it's all good, I'm sure Karrain's spell could come in handy, but Walker's talents mostly just lie in his trusty ol' hands.
Posted on 2011-05-26 at 23:53:07.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Not At All!
Oh I don't think we missed anything important, so we'll be ready to rock and roll right where y'all left off, methinks.
Oh and a little clarification on Walker's "Quick to Heal" skill, because the wording is sort of ambiguous - Walker heals at a highly accelerated rate from wounds, injuries, and sickness; people around him may notice some of this benefit but his presence won't work miracles; he may bolster a normal man so he overcomes an illness like a hardy man, or a sickly man like a normal man. Varis sort of got it with the sensation of 'wellness' from his Mystical Aura, tied to his Quick Healing, but a normal person wouldn't really feel anything special, he just tends to tip the scales in the favor of people he spends times around, like the sick child who might not have recovered otherwise.
It's far from healing magic. Maybe someday Varis and Karrain can teach him some of that too! 
Posted on 2011-05-25 at 23:09:34.
Edited on 2011-05-25 at 23:10:06 by Incognito
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Messenger Gonna ... Messenge
After listening to Karrain, Walker nodded, gestured back to the clinic.
"I am going to sit and wait to deliver this message to the others. You seem as if you have pressing business elsewhere, so I will share with you - 'Beware of the sorcerer. Khan knows'. A simple message, but important sounding. If you have any curiousities about the man I may satisfy, I will be having a sit, for I have been long at the road."
(assuming Karrain doesnt stop him, will edit if so) Walker stepa back in, located DHarem, and walks over to him to ask him a question as he waits.
"Tell me, if you mind not doing so, Seeker, what does a Seeker seek for this Great Library?"
Posted on 2011-05-25 at 13:09:15.
Edited on 2011-05-25 at 17:58:03 by Incognito
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Celt
Exams always suck. Hopefully he can slip in for a few to get back into the swing here! When do exams finish up, anyway? My sister was out of school for the semester weeks ago.
Posted on 2011-05-24 at 23:08:07.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Gentlemen...
Walker watches the two with an furrowed brow.
"Perhaps we three should all step outside; the Sacrelarch seems to have something important to say." (to maintain continuity)
He steps out of the Clinic with both men and over to a corner where it's less busy, apparently oblivious of Karrain's spell, then listens to his words, blinking. After a minute he smiles apologetically.
"If I am supposed to know who "Sykarios" is, I apologize; there are many things I perhaps ought know and do not. The man who gave me the message called himself 'Equilibriate'. I am unsure what, if anything, that name means to you two. Perhaps what we should be more worried about is this 'imminent demise' you spoke of, Sacrelarch? Perhaps you should be inside in the clinic?" Walker's brow furrows again as he examines the robed man, looking for a sign of damage, glancing at DHarem as well for any clues in his face as to what impending doom awaits the man.
(Hope that ties it all back together. )
Posted on 2011-05-24 at 16:07:05.
Edited on 2011-05-24 at 16:10:40 by Incognito
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Oh no
You made it perfectly clear in fact! A birdy from the blue put the word Sacrelarch in my ear.
But don't worry, because Walker hasn't the foggiest idea what a Sacrelarch is, which is why he's asking!
Edit: read his character sheet and you'll understand his phrasing.
Posted on 2011-05-24 at 04:28:08.
Edited on 2011-05-24 at 04:29:00 by Incognito
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Time
Walker turned slowly, expression impassive as he examined the Seeker. He listened to the introductions, then nodded at DHarem's suggestion.
"Very well," he said, "let us find a seat and wait. Perhaps you could spare me a favor, while we wait for your friend Varis, to satisfy my curiousity. I would like to know what a Seeker, a Bard, and a Sacrelarch are, for I am sure I do not know anymore what any of those things are."
(Walker goes into follow-listen mode until we hear from Karrain and Varis).
Posted on 2011-05-23 at 23:10:58.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Thomas (edit ellipsis) and Celtia
What happened to Thomas? Strange Forces?
Also anyone know if something's up with Celtia, since he hasn't posted in 5 days, or is it just because the game sort of hit a little lull?
Posted on 2011-05-23 at 23:00:56.
Edited on 2011-05-24 at 03:31:39 by Incognito
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Two guys supporting a badly burned man!?!?!?!?
Who could they be? NOBODY KNOWS!!! /insertselfdeftly
Posted on 2011-05-23 at 17:35:08.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: These Boots Were Made For Walker
He stopped, on the cusp of civilization's crush. Stepping for a moment from the road, in sight of the city gates, the man knelt down in the grass and ran his fingers through it, eyes closed, savoring the feel of something familiar, probably for the last time for a few days. His only memory, sharp and clear, was lying in a field of grass, staring up at a crystal clear sky. Feeling warm. And someone lying next to him. In the memory, he looked over at them, catching a glimpse of red before the memory faded to nothing.
Sighing, Walker rose once more. He was tall but not exceedingly so, just a whit above six feet in height. His light brown leather jerkin, was mismatched with the black brigantine worn for spaulders and bracers. The samesuch was worn on his upper legs, except one piece of the riveted brigantine was red and the other black. His plain, undyed cloth shirt and breeches were dirty from traveling, but the boots he wore, soft but sturdy, were of a fine cut and laced up to his knees. A worn brown knapsack slung over his shoulder swayed a bit as he walked now towards the city of Tithuana, and a hunting knife with a wrapped cloth handle swung back and forth in its scabbard sewn to the side of the knapsack.
Around his waist he wore a thick red belt, with another scabbard swinging from each hip. These were not tools for hunting - the sheathed blades were about a foot and a half long, and the wide basket handguards and hilts were plain down to the pommel, made with smutty iron so the metal was dull and nearly black. Beside each scabbard, a weighted knife for throwing stuck out, tucked neatly into the belt.
Walker himself would not have been as unusual as his attire, but for the tattoo. A silvery-grey disc around his left eye, with tiny arcs and circles creating an illusion of a shadow cast across a stone, drew attention as he even now entered Tithuana. When he closed his eyes for a moment against the dust, the tattoo was plainly visible even on his eyelid, about three inches wide from his eyebrow to slightly angular cheekbone. Aside from that, though, his face was handsome but not striking; a rich olive-bronze skin tone and shoulder-length dark blonde hair that was kept gathered in a tie behind his head. His big, round, grey eyes were interesting, but certainly not a dominating feature, like the tattoo. Presently he had no beard, but several nicks from shaving marred his jawline.
Near the gate, some people recognized him from his first visit. Some crossed the street, others inclined their heads in acknowledgement. The attention didn't disconcert Walker; rather, he greeted quietly in return those who greeted him, and ignored the others. It was always best, that way. Sometimes, he stopped and asked a question, but always he walked on with little delay.
Weaving through the streets, he made a few stops, exchanging things from his pack, until he came to a very mean dwelling, in a rough state of repair. Without delay, he climbed to the roof and patched a hole as the roofer had instructed him, a simple matter in actuality. After, he clambered back down and entered the domicile with a short knock, bowing to an elderly man who resided within.
"Haman, the roof has been repaired. It was not very difficult, but I am glad I could help you." He sat with the man, and shared some dried meat, and spoke at length with him about simple things, asking questions and taking in the answers. After a time, when he heard three strikes resound through the city, he rose and bowed once more, and picked up a fine oilskin cloak from the table where Haman pointed. The cloak was green like the grass, the perfect shade. He tried it on, then took it back off and flipped it inside out, revealing a plain grey likeness of itself, with perhaps just a few green fibers, too little to notice, bled through from dyeing. He smiled and donned the cloak, grey side out, and left the hood down. Walker slung his pack back on, bowed to the old man, and exited with a farewell.
He intended now to go up a few streets and visit with the sickly girl whom he had sat with on his last visit, but as he stepped into an alleyway, he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. Walker reflexively struck back with an elbow and lunged forward, spinning around into a defensive stance to see who stood before him, right arm across his body and left hand inside his cloak, already with a throwing knife in hand.
The man's hood had fallen back when he too had jumped back away from Walker, but he held up his open palms, showing he meant no malice. Walker narrowed his eyes in spite of himself - those who truly meant no harm to any did not wear masks, and that painted glass was peculiar. Nevertheless, he listened to what the man said, took the proffered item, before asking who he was.
"I do not," Walker began, "simply run errands for those who I do not know, with agendas hidden beneath masks. Explain yourself to me, and on your word you mean no harm to these three, I will acquiesce to your wish; not before."
The man's response made him narrow his eyes further, his fist tighten on the hilt of the throwing knife, still concealed beneath his cloak.
"Perfect? Balance is a facade, if a comforting one. I've argued with her a million times about-" He stopped, mid-sentence, brows furrowing. A memory had leapt to his lips unbidden, and he had no idea what. Her? Who? He shook his head and waved dismissively.
"I mean not to deride your goal. It is noble enough, but a fool's task when undertaken by mere mortals. I will deliver your message." He smiled. "Just know on which side of the scales I lie - if I find the blood of innocents is on your hands, we will meet again."
He dropped the twig into his knapsack and left. Sacrelarch. Where had he heard that name before?
It bore no consequence to him - but a sick child did. They would get their message, soon enough. He went to her, in another poor house, where the people were too poor for doctors. He sat with the girl, a little raven-haired child he had met with her mother, the younger leaning on the older, a picture of her mother but smaller, without the lines of time, pale from sickness. Walker felt her head, talked with the child for a time - she talked a good bit now that she had more energy, then excused himself a bit after fifth strike and walked the streets.
It took little enough time to discover what he wished, since the people had been at the midst of a tumult that had turned the city on its head. People were so shocked at the events, the recounting growing in the telling each time, by people he was less and less sure had actually been there, that nobody even stared at him, or looked uneasy when he walked up to them and asked them questions. Cathartic, he thought to himself, smiling a bit despite everything he heard.
Finally, he got a name. The Scarlet Clinic.
Walker's namesake came for a reason - he covered distance quickly. Soon after he bustled into the clinic, directly behind an unusual pair of people, one of them supporting an unconscious, badly burned man. He winced; perhaps he should spend some time at this clinic.
Putting it out of his mind, he approached the first employee he could find in the front room and caught her attention, asking casually, but purposely loudly enough to be heard by all in attendance, "I have a message to deliver - where may I find the Seeker, the Bard, and the Sacrelarch?"
Walker's eyes looked down at the nurse, not really expecting her to know, and just waited, with his back turned to everyone else in the room.
Posted on 2011-05-23 at 17:33:48.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Phelan!
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I...I mean Mysterion...would -never- suggest such a thing.
Posted on 2011-05-23 at 15:53:00.
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