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 The Armamentalist picks up a Green Rose

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PostSubject: The Armamentalist picks up a Green Rose   Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:30 pm

It was probably foolish to be singing a tune in the middle of the night as she had been exploring the forest, but it was doing well in keeping herself calm. Her blade with a ruby embedded at the silver hilt was was held up about a foot away from her face, the cackles of the flames ringing near her pointed ears.

Thadea and her Aunt had been traveling together for the while since the destruction of their home, having failed in finding anyone else that had been familiar to them... Alive at least. No one can say that the former-Princess had not seen her parents, because she sure did find them, as well as her older brother, no mistake about that... The two of them had settled in an empty cottage they found, deciding that they would spend the night there. As her Aunt Amara was settling in, Thadea was packing up again. She was now caring in her leather belt, which had belonged to her father, a bottle of a green healing liquid in one pocket, a pouch of the currency she had, which was quite a large amount, and an old ocarina. The instrument was in excellent condition despite the age, having not note off key.

She casted her gaze up at the blade erupted in flames. She should have taken the lamp, her energy being used for the magic was like a regular man with a lamp burning out the oil. Had either run out, they're trapped in a lonely forest in the middle of the night. The reason Thadea hadn't taken it up, though, was because she was thinking more so for her Aunt. She felt guilty that the last words before leaving were 'If I'm not here by dawn, just keep going.' She probably left her panicking, but it relaxed her that Amara hadn't chased after her, probably agreeing, she assumed. Maybe she accepted the fact that she could get herself killed. After all, everyone else had, what's one more loss going to do?

She shook her head, the clanking of her expensive earrings had jingled along with it. Her mind had been drifting into dangerous territory since the catastrophe, but she had been able to keep her memories from flooding in by distracting herself with various things. Training, reading, talking, right now she chose singing.

The song specifically had been the lullaby her mother would use for her, passed down from generation to generation, up to the age of the Goddesses, she would say. Thadea did think it was a piece of art, no matter how old, she thought it remarkably beautiful. Even though the Kingdom she had once lived in was now in shape beyond repair within her lifetime, she could still make Legends live on, such as how a City in the Sky became a Kingdom to the surface.

She felt her lids fight to stay awake. She should have made a stamina potion before leaving the cottage so foolishly... That brought an idea in mind. Alright, that was it. After finding a place to hone her skills, she could make a fire, maybe grab some ingredients and make herself one! She would be fully energized, and perfectly fine when traveling back to the cottage with a never-dying flame until she made it back. It would work out fine!

At that thought in mind, Thadea made a small grin perk up on her lips, walking at a faster pace eagerly, the sound of crunching leaves and sticks beneath her feet, unaware of the eyes of desire locked onto her back. She felt those glares, but ignored it. How foolish.
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Having found quite an open area, an acceptable amount of trees surrounding the area except for the starting base of a mountain behind her, she started to build up the campfire at the center after having set down an armful of ingredients. Once it had been successfully lit by her blade-torch, she finally let the blazing sword rest, the surface still having a burning red tint from its still-hot temperatures. The first step was to boil up and sacrifice her health potion, but perhaps they would find a fairy on the way or something... She really did regret not taking the lamp. Sighing, she stuffed a rolled up leaf into the bottle, as well as some pollen of a certain flower with some other ingredients, setting the bottle over the fire with an open lid, and watching the bubbly liquid slowly convert to a new color.

She remembered in the book that had told her how to create the potion that it would take at least half an hour for the potion to be cooked, deciding to use that time to start training. Though the first couple of shuffles in the bushes she had caught, thanks to her sensitive ears. Immediately, her guard was up, flicking out both of her blades.

Maybe it wasn't a threat. Perhaps it was her Aunt that had gone out looking for her. The idea of that made Thadea lower her blades slightly. "Amara?" she called our hopefully, taking a careful step forward, then gasped and slipped in her dodge from a flying arrow.

Nope, it was a threat.

Getting up immediately, her guard up but energy low, she could probably still stand a chance. How many were there, like two?

Five bandits cloaked in black emerged from the trees, into the light of the fire. She gripped her blades tightly, holding them out to the opponents. Forget the lamp, she should have already started training and much more pumped to fight. Though her expression showed not a hint of her worry, growing up to be confident and courageous.

"Wait," one of the bandits had called out, she assumed the one whom shot the arrow at her, considering she was the only one with a bow that was now being lowered. "Isn't that the Princess?" Everyone had paused to get a look toward Thadea, whom became hopeful. She felt the stares toward her ears specifically; perhaps when seeing that this was their ruler, they would mean no harm.

But that idea went down the drain when another bandit had snickered out a "Well, well, better for us, she must be carrying around a stack of gold! Just look at that necklace!"

Thadea gnawed on her lip to look down briefly to the mentioned necklace. White gold with diamonds and an emerald embedded at the center. Originally, she was going to sell the necklace, which she would admit was worth quite the lot. It wasn't valuable sentimentally to her, she had received at one birthday, but she couldn't even remember the face of who had gifted it to her. She flicked in her blade."Take it." The former Princess said simply, unlocking the necklace from the back of her neck and holding it out to the bandits, who stepped forward and quickly snatched it off.

'How long had the kingdom been destroyed?' She wondered to herself, watching as the woman sniffed and bit onto the jewelry so animalistic-like.

"I say we still kill her." One of the bandits, a male, say from behind her. She froze, feeling her heart leap into her throat. Shock was still overwhelming her when numbly feeling both her wrists suddenly grasped, stretched outward. "She doesn't deserve this." He said, tearing the crown from he golden hair as he stood in front of her, the two-armed blade grasped in one built hand.

Should could of easily intercepted. Had Thadea flicked back out her blades, the two bandits holding her arms would immediately get a stab into the wrist. A slash and spin holding holding both arms out would mean a gash across their chest. Shoot a flame there and there, and they're down. The bulky man would have probably slashed at her right there, but that would make an easy backflip-dodge. The archer of the group would be readying their bow, so immediately Thadea would shoot one of her fire arrows to them before they could even shoot, making it straight through the stomach. Another slash from the man she would duck under and get behind. Another robber would attempt to run at her with a sword, in which Thadea would split her blades again to effortlessly block the slash, a twirl of the sword out of the enemy's hand, a kick, and stumbling into the blazing campfire, leaving only the bulky man to take care of. But she would pick up the sword that had been knocked out of the last bandit's hand, and stab it into his chest while the sword was raised.

But she hadn't done any of that.

Because as Thadea looked up to see one of the bandits holding her arms out, a female, her cloak had fallen and revealing those pointy ears, knowing she would be killing her own citizens... She couldn't move. Only lowering her head in shame of herself, as the man raised up his sword, her hands shaking from fear and making a knuckle-white clench, her own nails digging into the skin of her palms. "I'm sorry." She murmured.
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PostSubject: Re: The Armamentalist picks up a Green Rose   Tue Apr 09, 2013 10:02 pm

So much for continuing his journey in a mountain; where the air is so dense that it was difficult to concentrate due to the pressure within the air. It's true, this male is pretty much a part of nature himself; but even as a demi-god, he's still a young boy who hasn't adapted to every single essence of nature that he has yet to grasp. Nevertheless, it was a trial of process that'll take a long time to accomplish.

The male was named Cirque Delgano Ciel the 9th, whose real name happens to be Revolento inside the great kingdom of Arcadia. His life-long journey was to travel the world in order to search for special essence of nature that he can assimilate with a technique that was founded and created by his mentor of the Earth Realm: Zander Scalhaba, who currently possesses his memento that happens to be Cirque's blade. Zander stayed behind to keep a watchful eye on his student, Revolento still has much to learn about the great technique called... The Fource! The mountains contained a good fusion of Frost, Gale, and Funeral Fource; with this, Cirque was able to assimilate in order to build up resistance. One to enhance his lungs to breath through the dense air without having trouble with his respiratory system, Another to withstand the extreme temperatures of the blistering cold and also elevated mountains, and using the materials of the chosen mountains to strength his outer layer of skin when activating Funeral Fource. Life as an Armamentalist will never be complete without having another essence of nature undergoing natural evolution.

Afterwards, the male started to trek down the mountain after a night of becoming one with nature. It was a long day, so it was time to head over to the next village to eat dinner and plan out his next day. Once he got to the base of the mountain, he saw a small flame in the distance. Quite odd to find someone roaming in the middle of the night... Maybe this person who's travelling is a merchant who lost his path. Who knows? The only thing that Cirque should do is help this merchant to bring him to their desired destination; it's one of the many things that the great Armamentalist is generous of doing.

"Wait a minute..." The boy whispered to himself, taking a closer inspection of what he was seeing. With his gifted eyes, he examined that the merchant was none other than a female women with a magical aspect with a bunch of history behind it. "Ahh, so its a woman; but what is she doing out at night? She needs to know that it's too dangerous at this time." Speaking of danger, he also picked up traces of life hiding within the forest. They were humanoids. Taking a closer look, Cirque can confirm that these humanoids were none other than a group of bandits. How rude that they should pick on an innocent girl, that is something that the Armamentalist shall not stand for. Without a moment to lose, the male darts off over to where the girl is while running as quick as his boots can take him.

As one of the bandits raised their sword upon the young woman, Cirque immediately stands in front of her and shouts out-- "Shield your eyes, M'Lady! Éblouir éclat!" In a flash, a menacing bright light illuminates the area to where it blinded all of the bandits who set his sights on both him and the maiden right behind him. With this, the boy decided to use this technique to his own advantage. He unsheathes his blade and stabs it to the ground, activating an earth spell to place these malicious marauders sustained in one area. As the spell activates, the ground below the thieves began to turn extremely muddy as it quickly pulls them into the ground, leaving nothing more than their heads out. Once the light vanished, the thieves were now snared to the ground. They all began to shout, scream, and roar for the boy to release them. Instead of doing that, he just release a slight chuckle and say-- "May I make a suggestion? Turn yourselves in... Oh wait, I think that isn't possible for you all. Haha~!"

Enough joking aside, he turns to where the young elf-like maiden was located and bowed to show his respect. Once then, he raised himself up and said-- "You are safe now, my dear. There's no need to be afraid anymore."
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PostSubject: Re: The Armamentalist picks up a Green Rose   Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:05 pm

She hoped death would not be painful. She hoped the first thing she would see were her family members again, Thank her Goddesses for allowing them to be reunited. Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe she should be thankful the badits would execute her, just so she can see her Parents' smiling faces again, feel the warmth of her brother's embrace, and maybe, just maybe, get that familiar scent of sweet grass of the kingdom she so dearly loved once more.

Her hopeful thoughts had not relaxed her brows from knitting together, flinching at every sharp wind her pointed ears had picked up, thinking it had been a large blade swinging down. Waiting for the muscular man to pull down that blade and end her short life had been the longest couple of seconds Thadea had ever endured.

She held her breath, lowered her head, tensing up the muscles in her arms, preparing for her death, life flashing right before her eyes. Her Father, teaching her how to ride a horse, how to shoot and arrow. Her Mother singing her to sleep with a lullaby when she was a child. Her brother sparring with their sword, laughing when one would lightly jab at someone's chest, stomach, or back, claiming their victory in a loud voice which would echo throughout the field, probably to the forests and mountains the two would always adventure in. It was almost as if she could here her brother's and her owns victory screech ringing in her ears at that moment, as if the calls from years ago had barely reached up to the point where she knelt at now, about to be beheaded.

Thadea thought it was just herself and her own racing heartbeat thumbing against her head rather than quickly approaching steps that caused rustles and the crushing of sticks and dried leaves. At the 'Huh?' of the man whom was supposed to kill her, she picked up her head and eyes widened to see a new male standing in front of her. Instead of being relieved, she went into a panic. What if this heroic stranger attempts to kill them!? That's exactly what she had been trying to avoid this whole time. She knew they weren't level headed, acting barbaric, only because the call of the wild had risen within them since their home's falling, having to have nothing more on your mine other than just to focus on surviving. Had this man not have known that, he would kill them to protect some girl's life, whom he didn't even know of! For all he knew, she could be the one thieving them, threatening their lives, and they had just been using self-defense! Of course, that wasn't near the case, but she still couldn't let him just kill them. Whether they wanted to or not, she had been their Princess, and she still considered them her citizen, even if they blamed her for the destruction of their home.

Though before she could argue to the stranger, convince him to flee, his command of covering her eyes beat her to it. She was confused for a moment, until the blinding illumination shined over the area, Thadea not having been able to tell where it had come come from with its sudden brighten. Lucky for the former-Princess, she was able to quickly conceal her eyes with both hands for the two bandits holding out her arms now attempted to save their own sight.

She heard the all-too-familiar sound of a sword being pulled out from its sheath, her eyes widening in fear behind her palms. She wanted to look up, try to stop this man, but any attempt to reveal her naked eyes would mean blindness. Her palms pressed tightly against her closed-shut lids. She had failed them, she was no Princess. Her cowardly actions, her weaknesses, her lack leadership lead to the death of five souls who only wanted food, and understandable vengeance for all her other citizens, starving, homeless, and perhaps dead from the destruction.

She heard something impaled to the ground, the image she had in mind was a body dropping to the grass, limp, or perhaps a stab through the stomach and into the dirt. She heard thick splashes. Maybe blood being stepped on and fallen onto, or their struggles to avoid drowning in their own pools of red. And oh- those screams of rage and fear for their lives... She didn't want to imagine too much on that.

She blocked out anymore sounds, attempting to now calm her racing heartbeat. Thadea her blood pumping from anger and fear against her brain, and she could almost feel her hands wanting to spark a flame from these mix of emotions. But she had been able to keep herself well-composed, learning from the best that crying solves nothing.

Then the blonde heard a shout of irritation and rage. Confused, she slid her hands away from her face, which had taken hesitance when thinking that there was still the possibility of the illumination, but it appeared the only thing was the campfire she had made earlier. Now the potion was spilt over though in all that chaos, its bubbly liquid spread over the dirt besides the wood of the fire. Thadea glanced over to the mad that had once threatened her life, now stuck into a deep pit of mud, only his head emerged from it. She looked towards all the others whom wanted her head, in the same situation. Her blue eyes found the sword she must have heard being pulled out, only to see it have been stabbed into the ground instead of into another body.

Her brows knit together, processing this. He spared her life killing no one. A rare find, this person was...

She gnawed on her lower lips, standing up and dusting the dirt from her knees. She had not wanted to admit she was fearful, when she had been still quite shaken, to be honest, sonshe only spoke in a tone that lacked the stutter her emotions wanted to admit, "Thank you very much, sir, I appreciate what you have done for me. I owe my life to you." And a small, polite smile.

Her hues caught the familiar jewelry that had been snatched from her, stepping over three feet from the pit the man about to take his life was sunken into, bending down to pick up both her tiara and golden emerald necklace. She pursed her lips and placed the necklace back down for them. "You can keep this, you need it more than I, it seems. But this is sentimental." The royal stated, holding up the tiara to him before placing it back on her head, which seemed to tick off the already-angry man that much more.

With that she sighed and turned back to the man whom saved her life, getting a good look from him. Obviously, he wasn't from here, she would remember a unique character like this. Also, the lack of pointed ears gave that off. His weapon was quite something too, and she was curious to where this man was, or what he does. Perhaps a traveling mercenary, or knight? "To whom do I owe my life to?" Thadea asked, smiling kindly to him and bowing out of respect, introducing herself first, "My name is Thadea. A pleasure to meet you."
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PostSubject: Re: The Armamentalist picks up a Green Rose   Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:59 pm

Looks like these thieves were defeated quicker than Cirque's expectation on how fast they'll go down. Then again, these bandits were just plain humanoids who don't know how to rival themselves against a magical knight from a different dimension. Killing the marauders would have been against his code of being a righteous Armamentalist, these bandits gave the male no reason into killing them. Even if they have murdered the maiden, killing them would solve nothing in return. Now; if these bandits were none other than hell spawn is disguise, then Revolento would have a obviously good reason to slay them all without hesitation.

But, why didn't these bandits hold their own against the boy? Maybe its because the male was getting stronger day by day, maintaining the eternal balance of his Fources and executing them for smashing results in the battlefield. Knowing this advancement makes the male proud that he'll be able to hold his own against stronger foes who possess greater magic.

... Wait; Cirque almost forgot something that he should have done before he talked to the damsel. He pulled out a large flask full of holy water and splashes the liquid around the bandit's position. The reason for doing this was to protect them from any ferocious monsters that lurk in the night, they were all lucky that a Chimera wasn't around in this area. Err, it's best to not talk about it before any creature of the night approaches at the last minute. Anyways, the boy must now talk to the maiden he just save and... probably get some food out of her. ;u;

"My name is Cirque Delgano Ciel the 9th; An Armamentalist of the imperial country called Protectacle. It's very nice to meet you, Miss Tha-...!" Wait, is that a crown she was wearing? With a tiara with so much detail and craftsmanship could easily tell that this maiden was royalty. Could she a princess who got separated from her carriage ride back to her fantasy kingdom? Perhaps, she was a queen who escaped her kingdom after being attacked by enemy forces? ... Or maybe, just maybe... this Thadea person was looking for a knight in shining armor~! Yeah, that's right. Unfortunately for her, Cirque doesn't have any interest in this woman, nor will he ever. Instead, he'll probably get his reward from a feast that she'll offer to him. The male was indeed hungry, relying on traveling food products won't cease his stomach from eating the rest of his food supply.

"Well, to be quite frank with you. I happen to be on a life mission to travel the world and experiencing the powers of natures at it's finest. Though; with a long journey such as this; It can get... quite famishing if you ask me. So... as a reward for saving you, do you have any food to spare?" Cirque asked, putting up the most cutest smile that any young boy could ever accomplish. Yep, this was one of his ways to politely 'mooch' off the food from the ones he saved. You couldn't blame him, since he's been traveling for a while and... it could get quite fami--... Wait, am I repeating this kid's words? On a important note, he gets hungry easily. Okay?! Leave me alone!
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