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Post by Sain Martel on May 26, 2012 13:27:17 GMT -5
Sain was enjoying his time in the city Ascalon, it was a beautigul city. His room at the inn had a view of of the sea, it was a sight to behold. The suns early morning rays cascading off the waters, the smell of the sea flowing through his window. Lady Dalia had found him a marvelous inn to stay, it was kept clean, not to expensive, and the food as well as the quality of people who stayed there.
He had been doing odd jobs as of late, making sure his gold never fell be low a certain amount. Sain had done various jobs, from simple deleveries to escorting caravans and lower class nobles. The land around Ascalon had seen an increase in bandit and theif activity, this made for plenty of work. Sain, in is exploration of the city. Found a workers guild, which was nothing more than a large inn with numerous sellswords. Well in his eyes they were not sellswords, more mercenarys than anything. In hjs homeland, a Sellsword was.acually a profession. Their were academys and guilds, you could literaly hire your own army from these Sellsword guilds.
Today had no different line of work, the only thing that attracted him to this job was the large pay. The distance from the city to the village was not far, the cargo was supplies for a lords estate. There were five men-at-arms sent from the lord, and they had hired himself as well as three others. There were rumors of shortages spreading through the city, so he was sure this add security was an act of paranoia.
They set out around noon, the men-at-arms and others rode atop horses. Sain chose to ride on the lead wagon, there formation was sloppy. The soldiers took this job to lightly, and were not foucused on their surroundings. The other hired hands were busy with conversation as well, they to thought little of this job. The caravan was three wagons packed to capacity with supplies; the soldiers cluttered to one side, the mercs to the other. No one at the rear, and Sain at the front riding with the driver of the lead wagon.
It was a pathetic sight, he was used to prossional soldiers. Not slackers such as these men, there was no wonder in his mind now on how the bandit problem had grew. If all soldiers of this land were as these are, he was amazed this problem of bandits wasnt worse than it was. Sain shook his head at the thought, still watching the road ahead. It was a cloudy day, the sky littered with deep gray clouds. The smell of rain blowing in the air, but it was not falling here.
The cool breeze was nice, the smell of fresh rain water pleased his sense of smell. His did not, down the road was a patch of woods not far off from the road. The road its self bent around the woods, making it impossible to see what lay ahead. Pefect for an ambush, Sain knew this would nit turn out well if they were ambushed. " My good sir!" Sain called back to the soldiers, gaing the attention of only two. " Ahead of us lies a spot for an ambush, should we not take precaution? Swing around wide, creat some distance in case off attack. Perhaps scout ahead?" The suggestions fell upon deft ears, they responeded with laughter and jests, " you know nothing of this land forienger." One soldier shot back, " This lowly fool see's him self as a tactian!" Another laughed, Sain frowned heavily. If he had wanted he could have spilled his secret to shut their mouths, or even sluaghter them all. His skill was way aboce their own, he knew this to be true simply by their mannerisms.
Growing closer to the bend in the road, a still steaming Sain reached for his bow. Stringing an arrow, the driver of the wagon eyed him worrily. " Those fools will see death someday soon, but not by my hands this day." Sain reassured the driver, who smiled in return. Noticing what he had feared, a group of five men spilled from the wood. Bows in hand and at the ready, birds lifted into sky fron the woods at the sound if many hooves. " AMBUSH!!!" Sain yelled as a volley of arrows rained down on them, it wasnt many but two of the five struck the rear wagon driver. Sain released an arrow in return, striking one bowman. The sound of hooves grew louder, as he drew back another arrow he could distinctivley seen ten bandits on horseback. They rushed between the line of bowmen, Sain released his arrow striking another bowman.
The others drew swords and rushed ahead, fools to the slaughter. They had to be more bowmen in waiting, and he was right. Off to the far left of the woods another five bowmen and five spearmen. Drawing back another arrow and releasing quickly, he hit a spearman. Their volley killed another driver, Sain cursed as he continued to fire aiming for the archers. The soldiers seemed to hold their own, but the other mercs already lay dead. The spearmen growing ever closer, Sain was hiding on the side of the wagon. Turing the corner to fire, slowly killing off the archers by the woods and those of on the road.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on May 26, 2012 14:26:44 GMT -5
 [ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ]Siegfried truly enjoyed the mornings. He always either got to go for a ride on his beautiful horse, known as ”Noble Strength”, or he would get sent to deliver messages or escort visitors to the boundaries of Ascalon to see to their safety. There was nothing more he enjoyed than to help his people and those in need. He always welcomed visitors to the castle, such as Joscelin, the Prince of Etrias, who often ventures to Ascalon for a visit. They bonded form the very first day they met and became best friends. It was good to come across people as admirable as Joscelin, although few would consider that.
That morning, Siegfried alongside five of his guards, escorted a Lady in waiting who had come to Ascalon in order to visit the noble’s sister, Lady Dalia. They ensured she reached the borders safely and then went back to the castle. Ascalon was Siegfried’s beloved homeland, however, as of late, he knew it grew dangerous with the bandits lurking the land. But he trusted to soon be rid of them, at least travelling to escort people gave him the excuse to hunt for those rascals, whenever possible. Maybe he needed help from someone as concerned about the matter as he was. People that dealt with war and bandits everyday could turn cold to the implications, and fail to see beyond their noses the alarming truth of their situation, danger was everywhere, they could not lower their guard.
The moment he turned to look at the guards as they cantered through the green fields, he knew they were not aware of their surroundings, they did not suspect anything could happen and, if that were the case, they would not be ready to fight the unknown enemy. He sighed and shook his head, he would have to talk to the Generals and masters-at-arms in command of the safety of the city, for the lords of Etrias trusted them to look after thee borders.
He suddenly stopped the canter as he spotted several birds and ravens squeaking as if warning them of incoming danger, and they flew as fast as their wings could take them. Siegfried did not think it twice, he moved the reins to the right, in order to go and see whatever could be happenings, when one of his guards stood on his path, his horse in the middle of the road and he said, once he cleared his throat, “Mi Lord, we cannot let you venture into imminent death, what would the Duke say if you returned dead?”
Siegfried straightened on his saddle and replied; “He would say I died with honour, defending my people and his family heirloom. Besides, I am only the second in command, I am sure my brother would ensure you knew that.” He smirked and then smiled at them, “I am not alone, are you men with me?”
They hesitated for a moment and he then drew his polearm and pointing it in the direction of the danger he added with a commandeering tone, “Are you?!” The men soon drew their swords in unison and then yelled in affirmation. They could already her the sound of hooves, men screaming in pain, and the clash of steel. Surely those were bandits. He soon led his guards across the road and into the woods.
There, he soon spotted the bandits attacking what looked like men protecting supplies. Well, their playtime was gone, there was no way Siegfried would let them attack the innocent for impious reasons. The element of surprise was theirs, he grinned and then nodded to one of his guards, he drew his bow and shot one of the bandits. The men seemed unaware of their new attackers and suddenly turned in the direction of Siegfried. Little could they do for he soon pierced one with his polearm. The guards, with sword in hand engaged in the confrontation. It was then Siegfried noticed one of the men protecting himself behind the wagon and shooting arrows. He knew he was protecting the supplies, but what that man did not see was the sudden emergence of two bandits who were about to kill him to stop him from shooting any more arrows.
“Behind you!” Shouted Siegfried as he jumped off his horse and managed to interpose his spear between the man and the blade of one of the bandits. Upon looking at Siegfried they soon recognized him as one of the Maulesel, they smirked and thought it would be fun, and would certainly raise their standards and status in the brotherhood if they managed to either kidnap or kill his noble.
Siegfried soon twirled his polearm, releasing it from the sword’s pressure. The two bandits smirked and stepped back one step. The noble raised en eyebrow as one of the men said, “Look what we have here, and there was no need to raid the castle to get one of you children…”
The noble found this amusing, he had bypassed the age of childhood, but then again was much younger than them, however he smirked and said, “Of course not, all I needed was this invitation.” He then moved in defensive position, his left leg extended forth and his knee bent, his polearm twirled in the air before he pointed it at them.
Each of the men stood on opposite sides of the noble, it did not bother him though, he was well aware of where they stood. The moment both men swung their blades at him he ducked and blocked them with both ends of his spear, he then swung in the air and hit one of the men on the side with the base of the polearm and immediately kicked at the other man. They soon recovered and swung at him again, although this time Siegfried stabbed one on the torso and punched the other on the face after parrying his attack. He then hit the back of his head with the base of his polearm. Siegfried did not kill unless his life depended on it, therefore these men would live, and he would ensure they helped sort out the loss and fear they had spread across Ascalon.
His guards managed to scare off the remaining bandits. Those that survived were bound and would be taken to justice. It was then the noble relaxed his stance and turned to look at the man with the expect accuracy at archery, “Are you well Sir? I hope the damage these men caused was minimum.”
His words were honest; he truly did not like danger to spread about the land he called his home, a land he protected ardently. The guards soon dismounted and ran toward Siegfried, “My Lord! Are you well?” The young noble smiled at them and placed a reassuring hand on the shoulder of one of them and said, “Fear not, all is well. See to it that the injured are tended to and that this merchandise reaches its destiny successfully.” He then turned to look at the man and said, “Good Sir, would you care to have us escort you safely to your delivery?” Above could be seen a strange falcon overflying, Siegfried smiled and extended his right arm, the falcon called Beon soon perched on his arm and he stroked his feathered friend fondly. ( word count ) 1,378 ( status ) tagged sain ( place ) ascalon ( notes ) Beon [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Sain Martel on May 26, 2012 16:22:15 GMT -5
Sain was doing well at taking down the bowmen, his skill well above their own. Although in his haste to be rid of the bowmen, he had not bothered to check his surroundings. A mans shout and intervention is what saved him, as Sain turned to see the unkown man block blades.
His skill with a polearm was.incredible, his grace with the weapon made the fight seem like childs play. The self control he showed, was testimate to his skill. Sain was going to engage in combat, but the arrival of the mans guard had arrived. All in armor of good quality, this man was of nobility. Watching as he immobilized the two bandits, and the others breaking from combat to leave. Facing the man as he spoke, Sain replied " Ostia thanks you, I wish I could tell you all is well. We've lost two drivers, three mercenaries, as for the lords soldiers who employs me I do not know there losses."
As the nobles men returned from there prusuit, Sain looked over his shoulder to view the soldiers riding to them. Looking back at the man as he asked to assist them in their mission. " My lord, we thank you for your assistance!" The lords Captain interupted, Sain added to the mans statement. " If you had listened to my suggestions, our casualties would not have been so great. Your arrogance blinds you." Sain shot a glare at the man, " My lord, this peasant speaks lies!" He repiled in his defense, Sains eyes grew wide as his temper grew. " Your failure to realize tactical dangers, has cost seven there lives today! Two of which of your own men!" Sain replied in anger, but in truth.
" You lowly...." As the captain drew his blade, Sain was already at his throat. He had drew an arrow from his quiver in his left hand, the sharp head at the Captains neck. His right hand on the hilt of his sword, " speak ill of me again, and forfit your life." Sain told him coldly, as he eyed the others in this tense stituation. " Sheath your steel, and live another day." Sain told the Captain, who in turn complied. As promised he moved backward, removing his from the hilt of his sword and replacing his arrow. " I apologize good lord." Sain told the unknown noble, bowing arms wide and out to his sides.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on May 29, 2012 20:02:53 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] "Ostia thanks you; I wish I could tell you all is well. We've lost two drivers, three mercenaries, as for the lords soldiers who employs me I do not know there losses."
Siegfried’s eyes narrowed, he turned to look around, how could they have experienced so many losses? He would have to talk to the man in command of all this, surely it had been imprudent to walk right toward a trap of this calibre. There was no way they would have survived the attack on their own, it was simply impossible. He ran a hand through his golden hair and upon the disappearance of the last bandit he sheathed his polearm and turned to look at his beloved friend, “Noble Strength”, a horse that truly earned that given name.
“I shall ensure this is considered and whoever was in charge shall be reprimanded for such lack of consideration.” He caressed his horse’s nose before turning back toward the man, “To what name do you answer, good Sir?” Surely he would want the man’s name, he had to let his boss know he had great aim with the bow, perhaps that could help him get a better job even? “Your skill with the bow is outstanding.”
"My lord, we thank you for your assistance!"
Siegfried looked at his men as they began to clear the area of the corpses and helped the remaining men to set the merchandise in place for it to be delivered properly. However, he simply nodded to the Captain’s words.
"If you had listened to my suggestions, our casualties would not have been so great. Your arrogance blinds you.”
"My lord, this peasant speaks lies!
"Your failure to realize tactical dangers has cost seven there lives today! Two of which of your own men!"
"You lowly...."
Siegfried was truly angered at the lack of respect the Captain seemed to have toward this excellent archer, surely no mere civilian would know how to use a weapon that way. He cleared his throat in an attempt to make the argument stop but it got way out of hand.
The Captain was on the verge of drawing his sword and the archer had one arrow ready to shoot. This was ridiculous, why could the Captain not admit it had been his fault for having been so careless? He shook his head in disapproval and then turned to look at the both of them harshly.
"Speak ill of me again, and forfeit your life… Sheath your steel, and live another day."
Siegfried allowed the Captain to sheathe his sword, and once the archer moved back into a relaxed stance he heard his apology and though he silently nodded he stood between them and turning toward the Captain he said, “No mere civilian could shoot arrows wish such skill as this man, just because of that you owe him your respect. No man is ever to be underestimated; as a highly esteemed Captain you should know this.”
The Captain winced at this harshness and bowed his head saying “Yes Mi Lord, forgive my conduct.” Siegfried now turned toward Sain and added, “You need be more patient good Sire, for the common enemy might have left for now, but they are always back and in greater numbers.”
He then eyed the both of them and said, “You need to make sure the merchandise stays in order, I shall accompany to your final destination, least they return for a rematch.” ( word count ) 766 ( status ) tagged sain ( place ) ascalon ( notes ) Beon [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Sain Martel on May 29, 2012 21:47:54 GMT -5
With a nod in response to his report of casualties, he too must of seen what Sain had. The same ambush point he had tried to warn of, yet due to the Captains arrogance left many dead.
After the confrontation that had interupted them, the comments he gave stung Sains pride. He was going to reply but thought better of it, " I forget my self sire." As the noble gave the orders to prepair to move out in haste, as he began to help move the dead bodys he spoke. " Im Sain Martel, Sellsword of Laus." Sain said waiting for a response, before he began to move the body with one of his guards it was sad to have to lay so many dead to the side of the road.
Many would wheep this night, for the lifes of someones son, father, husband, secret lover or close friend had died today. Seven lives that could have been saved, but thanks to the rescue of a near by noble and his guards. Many lives had been saved, not just here. The supplies could be the stop to hungry in a village near by, or by having these supplies arrive. Would in turn keep another from having to make this same trip sooner, if they had failed. Walking up to the wagons he searched the scenary, his eyes watchful of any thing out of the ordanary.
Sain turned to watch the noble, ihe had a commanding presence. Although his eyes gave hint of a softer side, the deaths of these were likely the reason. A noble who cared for the lives of any man, not just those of high class or noble blood. Their was a compassion about him, he showed it in how he fought earlier. If it was true, this man was a treasure among the nobility of this land. He had seen the actions of the nobility of Ascalon, it was not to his tastes. In many parts of the city, its people were starving. Sain walked toward the lead wagon, this journey was not yet over.
OOC: sorry for shortness, im tired from my internship
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on May 31, 2012 13:29:30 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] What was done was done; there was truly no point in crying over slipped milk. Siegfried knew that quite well by now, after years of testing that the past could not be amended, the future could never arrive and the present was all people had to live life. He sighed and seemed more relaxed now that the men seemed more aware of their place and what was expected of them, he could not have them argue like children, least of all offend anyone who could have prevented all this. Sain had been truly patient and wise by warning the men, but sometimes people were narrow-minded and would not see danger if it hit them in the head, since they were too busy treating foreigners or commoners like mere servants.
Sometimes men would lift their personal expectations too much and in return offend others. Siegfried would ensure to speak of this with the mayor, he could not have a Captain who would use his power to abuse others and impose his will. His duty was to the people, and the Lords, not to himself. His eyes examined the men, although the Captain had excused himself when the noble chastised him, he could see that burning hatred toward Sain. He sighed and shook his head, those emotions would take him nowhere, on the contrary, they could be his own destruction.
"I forget my self sire."
Siegfried noticed certain anger in the man’s eyes. Mayhap he felt offended, but it was true, this was no time to argue and fight against his own men. As much as his pride could have been hurt, life was more important than personal affairs. He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, in an attempt to lessen the man’s annoyance. Sometimes being someone with influence was difficult, everyone expected you to sort everything out the easy way, but that was impossible, you had to teach your people they could not test a noble’s patience or preferences, yes, he had saved Sain’s life, but that did not mean he would give him reason in this nonsensical argument.
He turned toward a guard, removing his hand from Sain’s shoulder and added, “Go back into the town and warn the Mayor of the incidents, make sure they bring enough men to take them back to the city and for the injured to be properly looked after. If there is not enough money or resources in the town, then it will be on my house.” The men were impressed that a noble would offer his own money to help the people, however the guard nodded and left steadfast.
" I’m Sain Martel, Sellsword of Laus."
Siegfried turned to look at Sain and smiled bowing his head, “A pleasure Sir Sain, I am Siegfried Maulesel of Ascalon.” However Sain’s name seemed to echo in his mind, could it be he had heard such name before? He raised an eyebrow trying to think, but could not make up his mind about it. He shrugged, maybe he would remember with time.
The men were organized in lines, the caravans would be in the middle, and Siegfried and his guards would surround the caravans. He would ensure to be in the middle, and have Sain and his supplies moving to his left so they could converse more easily, and also alert each other in case more bandits showed up. In all honesty, Siegfried did not trust the Captain to be watchful and knew that Sain and his own intuition would work better, more properly.
Before leaving, Siegfried took a sword from one of the fallen men, tied a scarlet ribbon to it, and placed it in the middle of the road behind the caravan. He knelt on one knee for a moment and inclined his head deeply in respect. Yes, he was aware of what human life meant, and loosing a man, woman, especially one with skills to wield a sword, was a devastating incident. His men did the same and, following the noble’s example, they knelt on one knee and bowed their heads. They stayed in such position for a minute.
Then, the noble stood up, at full high, the sun shone upon his golden hair and armour, and he walked toward his horse, he caressed “Noble Strength” on the nose and jumped on the saddle. Not long after a squeal could be heard in the sky, and the sight of a falcon approaching became more visible. Siegfried smiled and lifted his right arm. The falcon called Beon landed on the noble’s arm and Siegfried smiled and caressed its stomach, “Hello my dear friend, could you do the honors and guide us safely to our destination?”
The falcon squealed and as Siegfried lifted his arm, it took off on a gentle flight, high enough not to be easily shot by archers, however, close enough for them to follow the path the bird devised for them. He turned to the men, “Follow the falcon.” The Captain was about to oppose the noble, but Siegfried’s stern look ensured he swallowed his words and moved his men to follow. He turned toward Sain and said, “If you see anything or have any suggestions along the path, do not hesitate to tell me, a man’s advise must never be discharged.” ( word count ) 1074 ( status ) tagged sain ( place ) ascalon ( notes ) Beon [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Sain Martel on May 31, 2012 21:44:52 GMT -5
It was unusual to have a noble make such a proclomation, to offer help to the lower class. Espeacially money, food prehaps, escort on occasion, but money. That was the last thing he'd expect from any noble, in any kingdom. Even in his own, many would not have done this. His family did so on rare occasion, but only on the rarest of occasions. It was sad now that he thought of it, they had done alot for the people. Giving them money in some way, or using it to help the greatly never crossed his mind.
Siegfried maulesel, was this man kin to Dalia? It was possible, a cousin or even her brother. She was kindhearted, and so was he. They were alike in this way, so this could be why she had turned out the way she did. If her family was all like this man abd her, it would be an honor to meet them all. More nobles like them were needed in this world, but it was foolish to think such things. With one the other must follow, it was the rule of the world.
Watching Siegfried as he organized his men, he noticed Sieg moving toward the bodies of those slain. With curiosity he watched, Sieg planted a sword in the ground. Before he bent knee bowing his head, giving prayer to the dead he presumed. An honorable jesture, it was a sight to watch the others follow his example. Giving a brief bow he spoke in his mind, ' may you find happiness among the stars' his lands usual prayer. He had said it and spoke it far to many times, his short years had seen to many deaths...far too many deaths.
Turning in his seat he faced ghe road, images of the past rushing through his head. Sain closed his eyes for a moment, he slowly began to meditate to clear his mind. His concentration broke, the sound of a bird giving its call pierced the relative silence. He quickly searched the skies, it was possible that it was one of the bandits scout birds. Locating the animal, Sain was about to draw an arrow but the lifting of Siegs arm haulted his action. The majestic falcon found the mans arm, faithful creatures falcons were. Intellegant as well, many a nation used birds for navigation and communication. This one was no different, Sieg gave the bird intructions from the looks of it. Then the bird was off high into the sky.
Sains attention changed to Sieg, as he gave the order to follow the bird. Taking the reins and giving them a whip, the wagon began to move. The next words to come from Sieg took him a bit by surprise, “If you see anything or have any suggestions along the path, do not hesitate to tell me, a man’s advise must never be discharged.” so he had recgonized the truth in his words, even though he had lost his temper. Yes, Sain was ashamed in his self for that embarrasing display. " I'll keep my eyes to the horizon, this defensive formation is sound. I thank you for still recognizing my skill, dispite my foolish outbursts." He replied as he watched the roads ahead, tree lines and all. "If you dont mind my asking, are you kin to a Lady Dalia?" He had to know if his assumption was true, it was like telling a child you had a surprise for him but making him wait for it. Anticipation got the better of him, although he kept his composure about him.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on Jun 1, 2012 2:51:21 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] Siegfried at times wondered what his other siblings would have done in these situations. It was interesting how different they all were, thinking about it, Daila was the closest to Siegfried, but that was because they would spend much time together as children and teenagers. She was his adoration, and he wished to look after her until she found her place in life, or found someone strong enough to match her in personality and delightfulness. He frowned, his brother Amalric had told him not long ago that their parents were planning a few weddings, he sighed, and surely Daila would not approve of that, yet he wondered what would happen now. He looked at the road ahead, thinking about his siblings, although some might be a bit of an exaggeration, he was sure all of them had a good heart, Siegfried would not change a single member of his family even if he could do so. He loved and admired them for what they were, he only wished the people in the city and the kingdom could truly see what wonderful persons they truly were.
“Noble Strenght” began to guide the caravan through the thickness of the forest, the singing of the birds could be heard and no ill feeling reached Siegfried’s heart, for the time being they would travel safe, if Beon spotted anything he would surely warn Siegfried, that was their usual tactic whenever they traveled on their own or went hunting. His eyes looked up at the feathered creature, he was truly a beauty to behold, he still remembered of the day he had found him, he had fallen from the nest when but a small bird, and the injury in its wing stopped it from flying back up. He had decided to tend to its injury and nurture it until it recovered. The strange thing was, once it could fly again, and he took him back to the nest, it would not leave Siegfried, Beon decided he wished to be his companion, and so it was up till now.
He noticed Sain looked troubled. Some people usually were perturbed when facing a person’s death, but this certainly could not be the case, perhaps the young man rekindled an event in his past. A person’s past could be a treacherous thing, it was said you had to leave things be, and move on, but the memories would always remain, and would come out taking a person off-guard. Hopefully their trip would help the man feel better. Siegfried decided that asking was not the best method to deal with this, it could upset the man, after all they had just acquainted, he could not pry into the man’s life just like that.
"I'll keep my eyes to the horizon, this defensive formation is sound. I thank you for still recognizing my skill, despite my foolish outbursts."
He nodded, surely Sain was about to be impressed even further by the noble’s reply, “Good Sir, there is no need to apologize any further, I understand what it is like to swallow the wish to stop a person from humiliating you any further, however, that is never the best way to deal with things, it only makes things worse.” He sure understood, he and his elder brother had had an interesting story in the past, the elder always engaging in contests to prove he was by far better than any of his male siblings. There came moments when Siegfried got tired of such nonsense.
"If you don’t mind my asking, are you kin to a Lady Dalia?"
For a moment Siegfried raised an eyebrow, how had he met his beloved sister? Well, there was no hiding something that was no sin, he nodded and said, “she is my sister.” There was pride in his voice and a smile formed in his lips, she was a true joy in his heart. ( word count ) 1074 ( status ) tagged sain ( place ) ascalon ( notes ) Beon [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Sain Martel on Jun 2, 2012 13:20:23 GMT -5
“Good Sir, there is no need to apologize any further, I understand what it is like to swallow the wish to stop a person from humiliating you any further, however, that is never the best way to deal with things, it only makes things worse.” Listening to what seemed to be the words of a man, who has lived his words. " Words of a man with true experiance, you are not what many would expect a noble to be. In fact you exceed what many presume, if only more were as wise as you..." He trailed off, falling silently into thought. If more were like Sieg, his family would be alive now. His family, how he missed them. Sain even in deep thought was aware of his surroundings, it was a trait he'd picked up from his years in war.
Nothing was out of the ordinary, nature was always an ally in unfamiliar territory. Maybe not unfamiliar for the others, but for him this was new land. The birds did not scatter, nor were they silent. A constant chatter and songs of their many sepieces, echoed through the forest. The forest was at peace, so in turn for now all was well. After asking about Siegs relation to Dalia, the lovely lady he had met earlier that week. " She is my sister" turning he noticed the smile on Siegs face, he knew how much of a.delight she was. So it was not a surprise how he reacted, more of a reasurance that she was truley the same person everywhere she was. Not one way here, and another personality there. Although he was sure she had to act a certain way, but only when it came to duties. Like many nobles, you had to be two people throughout your life.
" I have had the pleasure of meeting her, she assisted me in finding an inn to stay. We met at the harbor, I had just touched dry land again. She was kind hearted enough to help a stranger in need, I would have been lost if had not been for her." He had not forgotten that day, they had disscused polotics that day. Losing themselves in conversation, she had a sharp mind. As well as a delight to be arround, her beauty was next to none he could imagine.
Many days had past since that meeting, he had not seen her since. He was sure she was busy with her duties, being an attendant to a princess was a job which would in his mind seem endless. He found him self dreaming about her, alot as of late. Sain didnt know why, was it fate that they meet again. Was it fate that he meet her brother here on this day, maybe that day he prayed fate bring them together once again had been answered. He gave a small chuckle at the thought, he was a fool to think so. A part of him still hoped so, whether he admitted it or not.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on Jun 2, 2012 16:30:45 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] "Words of a man with true experience, you are not what many would expect a noble to be. In fact you exceed what many presume, if only more were as wise as you..."
Siegfried smiled at Sain’s words. He seemed to be a truly honest man, Siegfried valued those who stated their opinions with no fear of what the other person could think or say on the matter. However, the young noble was rather modest and did not consider himself the wisest of men. He simply did as he thought best, he considered a man had to be a strong and relentless warrior and benevolent at the same time. A true leader had to be well balanced; no man could be considered weak or a coward for warming up to those in need of his aid. The young noble was fond of his family, household and the people they protected, he could not pretend to feel nothing when so many people worked to make Ascalon the wonderful place it was. It was in such gratitude that he protected as many persons as possible.
He knew that, as the son of a Duke, it was his duty not only to help administer the lands trusted to his family, but also ensure its wellbeing, protection and development. It was in such light that he acted, always looking to ensure things were bearable for everyone, although his objectives did not succeed all the time, he would still move forth to make it be if it rested in his hands to do so.
He replied with a humble heart, “Thank you, however it is only my duty to do such and to see things in that way, I could not call myself wise or a role model for others, but I wish to become what the son of a Duke should be.”
The caravan undertook the journey they were meant to complete before the ambush, now they move din the newly established formation. Siegfried looked to the sky as Beon guided them silently flying just above them, he smiled and then looking behind him he ensured everything was as he ordered. He looked at Sain for a moment, as he seemed lost in thought, he was intrigued by the silence and by his persona. What motives could have brought him to Ascalon? He seemed to enjoy these lands, nonetheless, it was difficult for a person to leave his homeland… you always ended up missing the place you came from.
"I have had the pleasure of meeting her, she assisted me in finding an inn to stay. We met at the harbor; I had just touched dry land again. She was kind hearted enough to help a stranger in need, I would have been lost if had not been for her."
He caressed his horse’s neck as they rode on and he heard Sain’s narration on his meting his sister. He did not know whether to be happy about it or not, she was the joy in his life and it saddened him the fact that Daila was not free to choose her future and though she never complained about it, he knew that she did not like how their parents planned weddings and courting to have her off with someone of greater power. He sighed and then said, “She is benevolent indeed, and as beautiful as a fresh morning rose. Her spirit is immaculate as her intentions and the light in her eyes is enough to illuminate a room in darkness. I must admit, she is the joy in my heart.”
He turned to look at him with a smile as he said; “You have been lucky to come across her upon your arrival Sain. She is a kindred spirit. I trust she helped you as you needed.” He rubbed his right wrist for a moment as he changed the hand of the reins, he then asked, “Where were you heading off before the casualties?” he had been so busy dealing with arranging everything he had failed to ask where they were heading off to. ( word count ) 864 ( status ) tagged sain ( place ) ascalon ( notes ) Beon [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Sain Martel on Jun 4, 2012 20:56:00 GMT -5
“Thank you, however it is only my duty to do such and to see things in that way, I could not call myself wise or a role model for others, but I wish to become what the son of a Duke should be.”
Sain gave an understanding, but he disagreed. " You say you wish to become what the son of a Duke should be. A son of a Duke, well in my opinion is a role model. Not only to show light on his familys behalf, or to show he to mau govern the city well. Son a Duke, should show the people that he hears their voices. The love you for it im sure, and it sets an example for your younger kin or other little lordlings. This is leading by example, which goes hand in hand with being a good role model. The same can be said with how you act as a knight, it sets an example on how to lead. Being a good leader, you must be balanced. You are a fine fighter, a good tactitian, I am sure those who serve under you admire you. Thus, you are a role model. Whether you realize it or not by being you, you are setting an example to be admired." Sain explained with a smile, " do not sell your self short, a wise man once told me." Sain chuckled looking over to Siegfried, " sometimes an outside opinion is needed, to realize things you your self have ignored." He nodded agreeing with him self.
Turing his attention back to the woods that were surrounding them, his life had been war for so long. It was hard to let his soldiers instincts go, he was always evaluating the situation where ever he may be. After telling his story of how he had met Siegs sister, he watched how the man replied. His facial expressions, seemed to give the same information as his words did. The words Sieg had given to describe his sister, were true testimants to who she was. Sain could picture her in his mind, but he refrained from doing so. He needed to stay clear of mind, even though her image would be lovely to picture.
Sieg himself had seemed to be lost in his own description of his sister, she must be a true delight. She sure had impressed him, their first meeting was blissful.
"You have been lucky to come across her upon your arrival Sain. She is a kindred spirit. I trust she helped you as you needed.”
Dalia had offered her help to him, and she did more than just show him to an inn. She had given him hope, hope for the furture. His first day in this new lamd, he had met a beautiful and intellegent girl. " yes she did show me to a very nice inn, she is a vision of a perfect lady. Your parents should be proud, they have help raised such a kind hearted lady." He wished by chance they could meet up again, but those chances were slim. She tended to a princess, this was not an easy task he was sure. His entire life, he had only seen two princess's both for only brief moments. So he knew little of their daily activities, from the way Dalia spoke about the job. It seemed the daily activities were long.
"Where were you heading off before the casualties?”
" A village by the name of Erie, these are the supplies of house Steiner." Sain replied, he knew little of the noble houses here. By the way the guards were armed, it seemed like a lesser house. That would also explain the arrogant attitude, these were probably peasants who thought they had power now. Using their status as guards to a noble to make them seem like somebodies, it was pathetic to say the least.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on Jun 5, 2012 13:34:54 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] "You say you wish to become what the son of a Duke should be. A son of a Duke, well in my opinion is a role model. Not only to show light on his family’s behalf, or to show he to may govern the city well. Son a Duke should show the people that he hears their voices. They love you for it I’m sure, and it sets an example for your younger kin or other little lordlings. This is leading by example, which goes hand in hand with being a good role model. The same can be said with how you act as a knight, it sets an example on how to lead. Being a good leader, you must be balanced. You are a fine fighter, a good tactician, I am sure those who serve under you admire you. Thus, you are a role model. Whether you realize it or not by being you, you are setting an example to be admired."
Siegfried’s eyes opened up slightly at the realization of Sain’s words and he turned to look at him. He was somewhat shocked for what this man told him. How could so much wisdom abide a heart as young as Sain’s what kind of a life taught him what he knew? What did he live and experience that made him think this way? How could a man like him open Siegfried’s eyes to something he had not considered all these years? He was certain he had to be the best person possible to ensure the wellbeing of these lands and to honour his family, but he never thought anyone would think of him as a role model, someone to follow. It felt like a most simple thing to be considered by anyone who held the upper hand, but Siegfried was humble and slightly different. It would not be fair to state Siegfried’s life had always been easy and setting an example was something he was awfully good at. However, what this man said was true. Looking at his past he was always told much was expected of the upper class, which was far from an easy task. A person with power had to think first and foremost on his people and, without knowing, Siegfried had always done that, his heart was cold when in battle, but he was a man with feeling for others, he could not let a person suffer if it rested in his hand to do so.
But…
Siegfried had always lived at the shade of his family. Of his brother.
People usually focused on the firstborn of a noble family, not only because he would inherit the tasks of the father and would have outmost power, but also because they became the next to represent the family heirloom and the people as a whole. Whatever decision he made would affect his lands, and the people to come after their generation. And so, Almaric had always had the people’s attention, granting his ego an immense ego that later turned into an annoyance in his siblings’ eyes. Although that never moved onto hatred, at least not for Siegfried. He loved his siblings no matter what. For a moment his eyes turned to look at the path they followed as Sain concluded a truly wise speech, and these Captains insulted a man who held such knowledge of the world? They should be ashamed of themselves.
Looking at his hands as they guided his horse he sighed, perhaps he was so used to be obscured by his brother’s radiant ego and personality that he had never thought, the people could also turn to the younger members of a noble family for protection and in hopes of finding a role model they could follow, someone closer to their own ideals and personalities. “Such wisdom… I have never met anyone who spoke like you Sain Martel, Sellsword of Laus. I may have helped you today, but you have given me the light to see a beautiful objective that, without knowing, I had always followed to achieve. Thank you.”
"Do not sell your self short, a wise man once told me… sometimes an outside opinion is needed, to realize things you your self have ignored."
Siegfried smiled to the man’s words and began to understand why Dalia had helped him. He believed his sister had a sixth sense that allowed her to tell the personalities and characters of a person the very moment of coming across them. Her wit was strong and her cunning well developed, she never ceased to amaze Siegfried. In fact, he knew that she often gave him counsel and advises; why should he fell ashamed of that? A person’s opinion outside of your own world could sometimes make you see things you had not considered before, and this man was the best example of such. “A wise man indeed.”
The fig had lifted and the sun shone upon them, it was a god open this day would only get better. The traveling felt light and the men began to regain spirits little by little, even that Captain seemed to be in a better mood. Siegfried did not know whether to be glad about it or simply alarmed.
"Yes she did show me to a very nice inn, she is a vision of a perfect lady. Your parents should be proud, they have help raised such a kind hearted lady."
Siegfried smiled at his words, however, what could he reply to that? – His father was seldom seen in the castle since he was constantly hunting or counseling his counsel to the King, and their mother… well she constantly pushed Dalia into marrying a higher noble just to get a closer grip of the crown of Etrias. However, yes, they did love Dalia, but not enough, they did not know how to show appreciation and their siblings grew slightly more distant every day. Siegfried and Dalia had always been close to each other, but the other siblings were… different.
"A village by the name of Erie, these are the supplies of house Steiner."
Siegfried turned to look at a smaller path that opened to the West, “Very well, then we should follow that path now.” His eyes looked up at Beon the falcon as it guided them in that direction. No casualties for now. ( word count ) 1250 ( status ) tagged sain ( place ) ascalon ( notes ) Beon [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Sain Martel on Jun 6, 2012 21:28:36 GMT -5
Sain had talked philosophies with many people, his father and his fathers friends, fellow soldiers, generals, knights, common people, scholars, senate members, even the Prime Minister on several occasions. He'd visited the countries that surrounded his own, he had the knowledge of many nations and walks of life. Yes Sain was still a young man, but he had done alot of living in those years. His experiances could fill many peoples life times, several times over. To him every situation was a learning experience.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the expression on Siegs face. He had to admit it was quite funny, his dumbfounded expression was priceless. Sain did not dare laugh, he to was as surprised when he met Dalia. He simply shifted his eyes back as Sieg turned his head, he did laugh a little on the inside. It was easy underestimate the young, it is thought of them to have no wisedom. Due most in part to their short years, many think they have not lived long enough to experience lifes lessons. It was truth to an extent he had not lived through many things, but he knew of people who had. Thus he learned from their lessons as well as his own, by doing so Sain had gain unbelievable knowledge.
" A wise man indeed."
" Thank you sir." He nodded toward Sieg, Sain wouldnt say he wise. He would use the words knowledged, Sain didnt like to thinl to highly of him self. Not sauing he wouldnt admit it, but just be humble about the siuation. The complement was still nice though, to be as young as he was and be called wise. As they moved along the path, their conversation switched to his sister. Siegfried had at first seemed to enjoy what Sain had said, but he soon fell into his thoughts. Sain had to wonder what troubling thoughts filled his mind, had something happened to her? Were not in agreement of something, had argued about something?
The subject again changed, but Sain let it be. He figured it would be better.to leave him to his thoughts. Sieg knew his land, so Sain let him lead. The train of supplies moved down a new path, Sains eyes scanned the area ahead for any ambush points. These bandits were cunning, and resource full. To have ambushes like from earlier, they had someone with some military knowledge commandong them. "Sir, what do you know of the grain shortage?" It had been the talk of the streets, and he wished to see a noblea opinion on the siuation.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on Jun 8, 2012 16:01:08 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] Some people gave it great importance to those who spoke with the wise gaining greater levels of knowledge himself. It was true, the thought could be fascinating and exchanging information with others would be rather fulfilling, especially when it would guide you through your life. But the thought could also be misleading and treacherous, it would send men to their doom, for not everyone indulged in the art of giving and taking, but some had ambitions that went beyond what anyone could give, and they would never return what was granted. They would stray too far from the roads they followed and entered a darkness full of greed and lust for the things they could never have, for they were not theirs to claim… they were someone else’s. The act of talking and learning was far more than just that, but few realized its true value, people like Sain and Siegfried, but their numbers were few.
Siegfried constantly did things his family disapproved of, like playing his harp, looking for knowledge and a greater wit, protecting those in need even if they did not belong to the noble race, loving nature and in particular the creatures that lived in such beautiful land and trusting Beon, his falcon. But he truly did not mind that most of his family could be against that, he was Siegfried Maulesel now, thanks to what he had lived in the past and he would not change, not now.
If he did… all would have been in vain: the years of preparation and combat learning, the years it took him to master the wielding of his polearm, training Beon in a way to communicate with each other when necessary, the years he spent in his household, the years he wandered the land helping others… No, he could not let it be dismissed; it was part of him now.
"Thank you sir."
He noticed the humbleness on the man; it was rather strange to come across someone who was just as modest as he was. He smiled to himself and turned to look at the path ahead it narrowed somewhat; nevertheless, Siegfried believed the caravans would fit well enough. He sighed and caressed his horse’s neck and he looked down upon him for a moment. He placed a hand behind his shoulder just to ensure his polearm was in place and the sheath covered its blade. The path slowly opened up into a meadow, he looked ahead, they were meant to cross the incoming bridge; they would have to divide the caravan for the crossing for the bridge looked rather old. He turned to look at his men and nodded as they read his thoughts. The moving caravan turned to three ordered lines, some guards looked after each end of the bridge. Siegfried would cross with the first caravan and as he did so he could feel the light tremble of the bridge. He turned to look behind him to ensure no one panicked and as they reached the end of the bridge they waited for everyone else to cross safely.
"Sir, what do you know of the grain shortage?"
His eyes looked up at the sky as he replied, “I am sure the rebels are behind all this, but I rather have the people be fed and have enough food for the winter than sit in my room, enjoy luxurious dishes and not care like some do.” His hands closed into fists on the reins of his horse as he sighed in anger, he could not believe that for the deeds of some others had to pay. Why could this not be solved through dialogue? Why did the rebels have to steal from the people? ( word count ) 801 ( status ) tagged sain ( place ) ascalon ( notes ) Beon [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Sain Martel on Jun 10, 2012 14:40:25 GMT -5
As they moved down a narrower road, leading up to a meadow of green grass. Rolling hills off in the distance, the green grass swayed in the wind like a sea of green water. It was peaceful and tranquil, the breeze was cool and calming. Yet, Sain was alert to his surroundings. Now was not time to be completly relaxed, they had been ambushed once and he was it wasnt the last. The bridge up ahead was another point to strike, yet he saw nothing. Except for the change in formation, and the care this man Sieg to ensure a safe crossing. He was a smart tactician, he knew the ways of war.
Sieg chose to across with Sain, who was at the head of the supply train. The bridge was old and creaked as he crossed, looking over the side he could see the stream flowing below. Rocks jutted out from the crystal clear water, if he was to fall through there was no chance he would walk away uninjured. Sain looked over to Sieg as he asnwered his previous question.
" I am sure the rebels are behind all this, but I rather have the people be fed and have enough food for the winter than sit in my room, enjoy luxurious dishes and not care like some do.”
Sain considered the mans words, they held truth in them. At times though the truth was hard to make others realize, to change anothers ways could seem impossible. " We do what feel is right, despite what others think of us. If it is in our hearts, and whether or not we are of a station to make a major change. We do it out of the purest campassion we have for what we do, whether it be for the people or any other thing one might live for. Sadly more often than not, it is greed, glory, power, and lust that drives many. It is sad...but we push forward despite those of that like." He turned to smile at Sieg, " do what you believe is true, and your people shall love you for it. You may not be a knight held at the highest esteem of the king, but my opinion i'd rather be the champion knight of the people. Do you not agree?" Sain asked as they reached the other side of the bridge, stoping a little away from the bridge. Leaving enough room for the other two wagons to fall into place, looking to the horizon.
Something in the distance troubled him, squinting his eyes he could see the faintest puff of smoke against the blue sky. He watched closley as other streams joined the first, the breeze picked up carrying the smell of burning wood and flesh with it. Sains eyes widened as the screech of Siegs falcon echoed through the sky, " Sire, look to the horizon!" He blurted out, it could only mean one thing. There end route was under attack, if they could not get the supplies. They would find where they were being held at and takes those, the village must of been small abd the lord poor. Considering his men he sent with the supplies, his guard must be of small amount. " They are being over run, shall we lend assistance. A small band to move forward, whilst we leave some to protect the supply train." Sain suggested, it was a good option it to had its risks. Sain felt the major concentration of the rebels would be at the village, they must act fast or they could lose thier chance to help.
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