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Post by Veras Atlassan on Oct 26, 2014 2:20:02 GMT -5
Veras stared down at the dead horse at his feet and frowned. There was a bolt through the dappled horse's throat, sunk to the fletching on one side, with the bloodied point sticking cleanly through the flesh on the opposite side, glinting up at him evilly. The beast had died quickly, at least; its blood pooled on the ground beneath, seeping slowly down into the soil. He watched it with a grim expression on his scarred visage, and wondered how he was going to explain the gelding's unfortunate fate to the man who had loaned the horse to him. And how long it was going to take him to get to Halamshiral on foot.
“Well, then,” he said resignedly, looking down at the black dog that sat by his side. “Think ye can carry me from 'ere on out, old boy?”
The dog looked up at him curiously, his tail thumping the ground once or twice by way of response. Veras heaved a sigh and went to the downed horse, wondering if he ought to attempt to save the saddle and deciding he didn't feel like hauling the thing along with him through miles of wilderness, knowing the heavy, cumbersome thing would eventually slow him down. He reached down, prying the saddlebags off of the horse with some difficulty, and then placed them on the ground, removing a cloth from one of the bags and using it to wipe the blood from his blade before sheathing it at his side.
The blood on the blade didn't belong to the gelding, but to the man who had put the arrow through the horse's throat. He had not been quick enough to escape the warden, nor had he been able to put an arrow through him as well- Veras was inclined to believe that the highwayman's lucky shot on the horse had been a fluke, as it was one he did not repeat. A quick, vicious fight had ended with the sword buried in the highwayman's shoulder blade, though Veras had not killed him. He was lucky to escape with his life, though now Veras wondered if it would have been kinder to kill the man after all. Wolves would certainly be drawn to this area now, with the smell of hundreds of pounds of dead flesh wafting through the air, and the bandit had been seriously injured. Perhaps they would eat the horse, and then they would hunt down the bandit and eat him too. They didn't seem to mind if their quarry wasn't dead when they started eating, either.
Veras scowled at that. He wasn't going to go tracking the bandit down through the woods to put an end to his life, loath to assume the role of hunter once more, and knowing too that where there was one highwayman there were likely others. Twilight was upon him, and he still had miles to go before he reached his destination. No, he wasn't going to stop now. At least this way the bandit had a chance, however small. Veras would leave him to it.
He picked up the leather bags and slung them over his shoulder, looking down at the dead horse once more before he started walking, boots crunching in the dirt as he went. He'd gotten perhaps a hundred yards from the dead beast before a sudden, stinging pain on his right arm clamored for his attention, and he looked down at the shallow gash with an air of irritation. Bastard must have cut him at some point during the fight. Veras hadn't even noticed. He tossed the saddlebags down onto the ground once more and sat down, propping his back up against a tree as he looked for something he could use to bind the wound.
Post by Eleri Daviau on Oct 30, 2014 18:57:21 GMT -5
Eleri had put a great distance between herself and the capital of Orlais. A ship would've been preferable, but she knew that the dockyards were going to be one of the first places checked, and she didn't have the cash for a bribe and a way out that way. Passing through the servants exit and outside the city had been much cheaper, even though it had taken every last sovereign she had, and then some. She barely had two silver pieces to rub together at first, during her travels.
She'd made it to the dales before she decided that she was far enough away from the capital to take a little break. She needed to fill her bank back up before she kept moving south. Maybe she'd end up somewhere other than Orlais or Fereldan, but first money. And then learning how to speak common better than she currently did. But as of right now, she was sitting in camp, having teamed up with a shem whose name was Olivier. Two bandits were better than one, and he did have a crossbow to complement her daggers. They robbed people in this stretch of the dales, and split the profits halfway, no matter if it was a solo act or them robbing together.
She hoped he was at leas giving her a fair share, but she didn't trust him all that much. Nor did he trust her, at first. But since they'd been partners in crime for a month and half, she'd started to sort of like him. He was alright, for a shem. He said the same about her being an elf. So when he stumbled into the camp, bleeding like all hell, she was certainly surprised.
"Jumped a guy. He had…a sword." Olivier said, stumbling over to his personal stash of brandy, uncorking the bottle and pouring it over his face and shoulder. "That's the stuff."
"Idiot. Why didn't you come get me so we could rob him together?" Eleri asked, standing a little further away from him, to avoid the odor of the alcohol. One of the better things about not being in a city anymore; no more drunk people breathing on her. "You should probably try and bind that; I don't think you want to die." Eleri said, though she made no real move to help him. Sure, she shoved a pack of old shirts at him, but she didn't know much about first aid, and if he died, he died. There wasn't really much she could do about that. Besides, even though he was sort of personable, he was still a shem.
She might have cared more if he were an elf, but he wasn't. It wasn't like he was framed for murder and had to escape with his life. "I'll be taking a look around."
"Oh sure, leave me to bleed to death." Olivier said, though it sounded almost serious….a definite turn from his usual nature.
"You'd do the same." Eleri replied with a shrug, before she disappeared into the woods. She followed the droplets of blood to discover the dead horse. At least he'd killed something for his troubles. The owner of the horse couldn't be too far ahead of her, so she started tracking him. She didn't relish the idea of fighting him or her, though. They had a dog with them, if the tracks were any indication. She finally found him, leaning against the tree. Looked like Olivier had gotten lucky, despite the guys armor. "I'd stay put if I were you. You hand over your gold, and no one has to get hurt." Eleri said, doing her usual pitch. Until she noticed….
Post by Veras Atlassan on Nov 1, 2014 1:08:35 GMT -5
[ meh, apparently medium armor has chainmail over the arms. So, uh, i'll say he's in traveler's clothing? XD ]
Even if Veras's hearing wasn't quite as keen as it might have been, his dog's was certainly up to snuff, and Cabal noticed the woman's approach before she was even close enough to be seen. Although he didn't make a sound, the dog's posture was tense and his tail was waving stiffly behind him, showing his agitation. Veras spoke a quiet word and the dog settled down a bit. Veras doubted that it was the same bandit approaching, not unless he had come to beg for a quick death, and that seemed unlikely even if it was technically good sense. He wasn't surprised to know that there was another bandit lurking nearby, however, especially when he was on foot and alone. In theory, he made easy prey...
Though he was ostensibly calm, the elf did draw his dagger from its sheath, holding it loosely by the blade in one hand. The area where he now sat offered enough cover that he should be able to avoid getting shot by an arrow if he was careful. The thought of sending Cabal out as a distraction crossed his mind briefly before he dismissed it entirely... he could not abide the thought of losing the dog to a highwayman. The man stood up slowly, ignoring the sting in his arm and waiting for the threat to reach him with a patience that belied the potential danger he was now in. But the old man had stared hell and damnation in the face and lived to see another day, and was thus almost apathetic while waiting for the danger to approach him. Bored, almost. He had somewhere to be, and all of these distractions were slowing him down.
He could hear his pursuer now, the soft crunch of footsteps on forest detritus, making no attempt at stealth as he approached. Veras turned to face the bandit, angled slightly to the right so that the highwayman couldn't easily take advantage of his blind side. When the figure finally emerged, Veras stared her down with a small hint of surprise in his expression- he hadn't been expecting a woman. He took in all relevant information about her in the breadth of a second, analyzing her build and physical condition as well as her armor and weaponry. Young, slender but not emaciated by any means. She didn't seem overtly threatening to the warden even as she demanded he hand over his coin, and Veras made no motion to do anything of the sort. He leveled his gaze at her, judging the best course of action to take with the young woman.
“Aye,” he said succinctly, evidently amused by her incredulous statement. “What was it that gave me away, lass? The pointy ear, I s'pose?”
His tone was light and deceptively amicable, an almost musical cadence to his voice as he spoke, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upward in the barest hint of a grin, but his eyes were hard and focused on the woman's posture in a manner that suggested he was ready and waiting for a confrontation. While Veras had learned the hard way that it was unwise to underestimate one's opponent, age and experience made him confident that he would get the better of her if it came to blows. But he wasn't going to stand there and wait for her to harass him as she saw fit- he would be late to Halamshiral as it was, and he did not care to linger any longer than he must.
He began to take slow, deliberate steps toward the girl, testing her reaction to his brazen approach, though he would stop well out of reach of her blade should she remain where she stood. While he would not prefer to fight a woman, he would do so if she threatened him again, and when he spoke there was an unmistakable edge to his voice.
“I don't think I'll be givin' up my coin today, if that's alright with you,” he said, shaking his head almost apologetically. “Now what was that ye said about 'urtin' me?”
His head turned very slightly to the right as he looked at the girl, still holding his dagger almost gingerly by the tip of its blade at his side.
Last Edit: Nov 1, 2014 11:42:53 GMT -5 by Veras Atlassan
Post by Eleri Daviau on Nov 7, 2014 21:08:21 GMT -5
Eleri had to wonder just how much Olivier valued his life. Despite the fact that Veras was an elf, therefore stripping her of her desire to rob him, he had armor, a dog, and a horse. Well, she could see where the horse now lay, credit of Olivier’s aim. Sure, he probably had money, but he wasn’t the usual type they went up against. He should’ve passed by unmolested, but Olivier had to go and bungle things up, and possibly pay with his life for his mistake. Oh well. Even if Veras had been human or a dwarf, she would’ve turned tail and ran. There wasn’t really a way she could beat him, since he had full armor and a dog. Even if she managed to get through the armor with her daggers, he could have a ranged weapon. All in all, it was too risky a venture for too little profit.
Eleri had to give him a strange look as he joked about his racial status. “Sorry to be saying so, but I didn’t think an elf would own armor. Or a dog. Or a horse.” Eleri said, peering at Veras as well. He was much older than she was and had many scars, including one that looked similar to her own. She sized him up as well, and decided that he wasn’t a person to be trifled with. He started to advance toward her, and Eleri had begun to retreat before she forced herself to stop. He was another elf, and he was well off. He had no reason to attack her.
Eleri sheathed her dagged and raised up her hands in surrender. “I don’t think I’ll make the same mistake my partner did. I ain’t got no intention of robbing you anymore. Fellow elves and all that. Plus, even if you weren’t an elf….I don’t want to take any chances.” Eleri said, now backing up a little more.
“What are you even doing out here? Most people don’t come this way.” Eleri said, and it was true in a sense. “Well people with armor don’t come out here, though I think the caravans are going to start avoiding this areas.” She said with a sigh. Even though he was an Orlesian elf as well, she didn’t think that he’d let reports of bandits go unnoticed. It would be a while before they were able to rob anyone again.
“You’re not going to report me….I mean us, right?”
Post by Veras Atlassan on Nov 13, 2014 2:54:32 GMT -5
Veras raised a brow at the girl's observation, though he could not dispute it. His accent, though muddled, identified him as a citizen of Orlais, and hers likewise told him that she was also from of that miserable pit of ostentation and decadence. Shame. Little was expected of them, and little was achieved. Poverty was the lot in life for a city elf, and thus he could not be surprised by what she had said. What he had was nothing special, not to Veras, but good weapons and armor were expensive enough on their own, and illegal to own within the alienage. Veras's status as a Warden was likely the only reason he had them now, and he had been with them for so long now that he scarcely thought it strange. Not until it was pointed out to him, as the girl did. Suddenly he felt as though he were gallivanting about in sartorial splendor and . It always made him feel uncomfortable... but why should he feel so distressed? Veras had earned everything he owned. Nothing was free. And yet the sensation remained.
“Was just borrowin' the 'orse, truth be told. Now I'll probably 'ave to pay for 'er...”
He hadn't thought of that. Well, fuck.
A wry grin crossed the man's scarred visage as the girl took a step back and raised her hands, giving the universal signal of placation- calm down, I don't want any trouble she said with the gesture, and he stopped in his tracks. At her age and in her position, he'd have tried his luck; she seemed to have been in a scrape or two, if her scars were any indication. She might've given him more trouble than he wanted just now, having dealt with his fair share already, but she didn't attempt to do so. Veras, for his part, looked almost friendly now that there seemed to be no need for posturing; there was nothing sardonic hidden in his expression, and he was feeling more amicable than he ought to for someone who had been the target of not one, but two separate robbery attempts, all within a matter of moments.
Didn't even come close to breaking the record, he thought wryly.
He eyed the girl for a moment more, trying to decide whether her mien was an act. Perhaps she was merely the distraction, and there were others hidden nearby, waiting to spring. But Cabal would have alerted him to the presence of any others, and the black dog now stood quietly watching the girl, alert but no longer agitated. Veras stepped back, putting a couple of meters' distance between himself and the girl before walking back toward the saddlebags that lay on the ground, moving around them so that he faced the woman and crouching down. At no point did he allow her to leave the corner of his vision. It was obvious that he wanted to keep her in his line of sight, but otherwise he had settled into a more passive mien. If he was annoyed that she'd been about to rob him or that she was friends with the man who had killed his horse and tried to kill him, he gave little sign of it. Perhaps he was just grateful he didn't have to deal with another thief. Perhaps their shared heritage helped that along a bit.
“Curious,” he began, stabbing the dagger through the shoulder of his shirt and beginning to cut through the fabric. “A bandit who won't rob a fellow elf? Suppose I ought to be grateful for that, even if it does seem a bit out of the ordinary.”
There was nothing mocking in his tone as he spoke, but there was little doubt that the idea seemed a bit strange to him. Bandits and thieves generally couldn't pick and choose who they robbed based on such a concept as honor, and even Veras had had little compunction about stealing from those within the alienage if it meant the difference between going without and managing to survive another day. It wasn't something he was proud of, but it had never stopped him from doing it, hadn't even made him think twice.
“Oh, I thought I might take a bit of a stroll. See where the road takes me. Get out of the stinking city air...”
He grinned back at her, making it obvious that he was being purposely evasive. Veras tore the piece of heavy fabric from his arm, and dropped the mangled sleeve on the ground, eyes narrowing as he inspected the wound. Nothing he couldn't deal with, but it might be more troublesome than he had first suspected. His gaze returned to the girl as she asked if he'd report her, and his brows furrowed slightly in response, as though he were considering what she said, weighing his options.
“I don't imagine there'd be anyone sticking around for the authorities to find, especially if the pickings are a slim as you say.” He looked up, raising a brow. “So what's the point in that?”
After a second or two, he thought to add: “That friend'a yours? 'e gon' to make it?”
Post by Eleri Daviau on Nov 16, 2014 13:49:00 GMT -5
“That’s generally what happens when you borrow something and can’t give it back.” Eleri said in response, though she was used to the loan shark type deal of paying it back, which usually meant with interest. That way you could never truly escape them. There was now enough distance between them that she could start to quietly slip away if she wanted, but a large part of her didn’t want to return to the camp. She didn’t want to confirm the fate of the one human who had started to become her friend. Besides if he survived, he would keep pressing for them to go to Val Royeaux, and she couldn’t rightly go back to the city she’d just ran from, and she still didn’t have enough money to part ways with her fellow thief just yet.
Veras was an interesting character, to say the least. She was surprised that he didn’t seem all that angry that two people had just tried to rob him, nor did he seem to care that she could just knife him in the back now, if she wanted. This would have been so much easier if she knew how to shoot a bow. Knives only got her so many people. In fact, he appeared to be quite at ease, as he calmly shredded a shirt to tend to….something. Looks like her partner had gotten at least one good hit in.
“You’re unusual. Most elves live in the cities, and why rob them? They don’t have any money. And the ones that do are usually not people I want to mess with.” Eleri said, with a shrug. “Shem always have more, anyway.” She added. She wasn’t in the business of robbing people who could barely afford to feed themselves. If there was a rich elf around, she might be a little bit nicer in her spiel as to rob them, but the fact was that a wealthy elf was a laughable concept.
“Well here’s the place to do it. Out in the middle of nowhere, with not many people in sight on these old roads. I mean the Imperial highway is about half a day’s ride out from here, and the closest city is apparently about a four day ride. Or so the townspeople say.” Eleri said with another shrug. He wasn’t going to tell her where he was going, fine. Though it had to be a city or a town, she guessed. That’s where she’d head.
“Money?” Eleri said in response, as if she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to answer that question. However, he said he wouldn’t, so she believed him. Besides, if he had all these things, the money he’d potentially get from bringing her in wouldn’t amount to much. “And they’re only slim up here on the high road. Most people hire too many guards for the main road for just me to rob, though and I don’t fancy competing with a bandit gang. But the people that risk taking the high road to avoid traffic or other such things, well….they meet me.” She paused for a second.
“Well I guess just me and my associate.” Eleri said, adding Olivier on as an afterthought. She looked at him strangely as he asked about her partner. “Don’t know, don’t care. He probably won’t.” She said, though part of her wanted to object, as she actually did care. A tiny bit. If only because having a partner made it easier to rob people.
Post by Veras Atlassan on Nov 29, 2014 3:21:58 GMT -5
Veras could only shrug at the girl's reasoning. What was there to steal from a city elf? No money, perhaps, but the clothes on his back, his shoes, the food in his hand, any tools he may have been carrying. Anything that might be sold for profit or traded away for something better. Veras had done it all when he was a kid, because there was little else he could have done. He'd been reckless enough to go after the ones who were best left alone, and lucky enough to escape relatively unscathed most of the time, whether or not he managed to take his prize. This girl wasn't some half-starved urchin, however, and could apparently afford to pass up a mark. She'd apparently done alright for herself.
“No argument there,” he said as she mentioned that shem had more; despite how much his life had changed, it was still a point of contention with the man. He didn't exactly walk around with his hackles raised as he had as a youth, but it was a sensitive topic. He had met his fair share of dirt-poor humans in his day as well, and had always thought it was peculiar how such people could still possess an obvious and oft expressed air of superiority despite living in poverty like the elves they mocked. The difference, he supposed, was that their social standing was not static, that they had the opportunity to raise their social standing. It was a slim chance, but it was there. An elf, on the other hand, was always just an elf, no matter who he was or what he had accomplished.
Veras looked up from his arm briefly, glancing at the woman as she spoke of the advantages of this particular position on the road. To each his- or her- own, he supposed. He would never be patient enough to sit around here and wait for the target to come to him. He had always been more proactive about choosing his marks.
“And why not join a gang?” he asked, though he had never wanted to do that either. It had always just been him and his brother, and he hadn't wanted to join up with any of the local gangs. Anything he stole was his and his alone- there was no need to share amongst others and lessen what he could take back to his family. He didn't know this girl's situation; he was not the most morally upstanding man, and having come form similar circumstances as this girl, he had decided he could do without running to the authorities to turn her in. Let her do what she wanted... mostly, let her be someone else's problem.
Veras dug around in the saddlebags as the girl told him of her partner, evidently searching for something. She didn't think he would live. Veras might not have cared one way or the other ten minutes ago, but he found her indifferent response to be rather heartless now that he'd had time to cool off. Veras nodded slowly, considering what she had said. The would would likely kill him, it was true. It most certainly would if he didn't receive any medical attention.
“Mm. Bleeding out isn't so bad... ye nod off, and that's that,” he said, in the manner of one who knew. He hadn't died, but he had passed out from loss of blood a time or two. The only difference was that he'd eventually woken up later on. “But if 'e lives much longer, 'e's weak, 'e's unable to defend 'imself. And the wolves... they don't wait to kill you before they start eating. They're content if y'just keep still.”
Post by Eleri Daviau on Dec 17, 2014 23:09:50 GMT -5
Eleri was simply the type of person to gauge her targets. Was it worth the trouble, was what it came down to. While unlikely to kill people, Eleri had committed the crime that she’d intitally been framed for at least twice now. Yet she was still no closer to where she needed to be; Ferelden. She highly doubted that minor nobles from Val Royeaux would have enough money to pursue her that far. Or at least, that’s what her father told her. It wasn’t like she killed someone that she could escape from, at least not without signing her life away.
The infamous Commander Mondivarius had done just that, after all. And he’d been much more callous than she ever thought she could be. So the rumors, said, anyway. Eleri gave him a slight smile at that. She always knew whom she’d side with when it came to humans and elves. It wasn’t any question that she thought elves as much better people than humans. Humans treated everyone who wasn’t one of them like scum, and they didn’t seem to treat their own people much better. Didn’t exactly paint a good picture.
“Too many people to keep eyes on.” Eleri said with a shrug. “I can’t spare sharing any hauls all that much either. I got places to go.” Eleri added. Plus, gangs weren’t her style. She was a thief and a robber, but she wasn’t a leader or a follower. So gangs were right out.
Eleri raised her brow; this was weird. “And you care because…?” Eleri asked, since his words seemed to try and get her to care, but she wasn’t sure. His voice didn’t offer too much in way of concern, so what was his angle? She didn’t know. She’d probably better go and get her stuff before he did draw attention to himself, though. She wouldn’t want the wolves getting into it.
At least, that’s what she told herself. She was going to survive, and if the roles were reversed, who would stick their neck out for her, in these woods? She had no doubt in her mind that the answer was no one. She was still waiting on his answer, though she’d started moving toward the back of the woods.
Post by Veras Atlassan on Dec 28, 2014 2:43:45 GMT -5
Veras tossed the woman a bit of a questioning look when she mentioned she had places to go, wondering briefly if she had some specific goal in mind other than 'make as much money as I can', though he could hardly ask, being so inclined to reticence himself that he would not assume she would tell him. That had been his plan when he was young and foolish, however... and things hadn't exactly turned out that way, by his recollection. Still, her reasons for not want to join a gang were sound as far as he was concerned, and he nodded his understanding.
“Aye, that's true. And in my experience, for every person 'oo might watch your back, there're three more lookin' t'stab ye in it.”
It seemed, at some point during his inquiries, that the girl had mistaken his curiosity over her friend's fate for concern. Veras paused just long enough to glance back in her direction, giving her a measuring look beneath heavy lidded eyes.
“Don't mistake my curiosity for concern, girl,” he said flatly, sighing as he tied a cloth around his wound. Maybe it would need suturing, but he couldn't do it one handed, and he doubted very much his current company would do it for him, nor would he have asked. “I care not one way or the other whether your friend lives or dies- it is nothing to me. It is less than nothing.”
There was nothing acerbic in his tone as he spoke- he did not seek to offend her. He was merely stating fact. The man had attacked him, and Veras had responded in kind. While he wasn't typically the sort to haul off and murder someone in cold blood, he felt no shame in fatally wounding a man who otherwise would have done the same to him. He wouldn't lose one wink of sleep over killing a bandit. It didn't matter that it could have easily been in the same position at one point, getting on the wrong side of the wrong man and getting killed over it. Veras wouldn't have expected anyone to lose any sleep over him, either, even if he was desperate, he had no other choices. At the end of the day, he also knew the risks. No hard feelings, one way or the other.
Veras flipped the saddlebag closed and then rose to his feet in one fluid motion, turning so that he faced the girl as he slung the saddlebag over his shoulder. He hadn't failed to notice that the girl seemed to be ready to go on her way. Might be she'd head back the way they had come. Might be she'd just keep on going and forget her companion.
“I suppose I was only wondering what kind of person ye were,” he said somewhat pensively, throwing his hands up in a shrug. Although he'd done some awful things throughout his life, leaving companions behind was not one of them, and he frowned at the girl. Some people placed a higher value on loyalty than others- but then, there was no honor among thieves. Veras smirked at that, and watched the girl evenly. Waiting for her to take her leave before he went on his way, so he wouldn't have to watch his back as he left.
Last Edit: Dec 28, 2014 2:44:11 GMT -5 by Veras Atlassan
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