A Knights Heart (Caldawen &  Ink)
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				Title: <strong>A Knights Heart (Caldawen &amp;  Ink)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caldawen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 04:59:10</strong>
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				Lucia Tarterus rode into the port town of Geratus. Her bright red stead clopped softly as she entered the city. The cobblestones beneath his hooves barely made a clip-clop on the surface. The knights dark purple armor was hidden underneath a dark black shroud that covered her entire body and draped off of the hind quarters of Leotus her handsome giant horse. Her horse was that of the dragon race. Bred by dragons the Dragoniuses Stallicus are a rare and special breed of horse that are loyal to only one being in their whole lives. With power of dragons fire and at times flight the horse is a force of nature truly deadly.<br>The sword affixed to her back brightly shown even in the cloudy weather. It was made of purple dragon scales and had two wings around the center. The eyes of the dragons head were closed until awakened once again. The ivory teeth however showed with two solitary fangs. As she rounded the corner towards the docks she noticed a tavern with inn at the top. “Down Leotus” She commanded her horse and he bent low to allow her to descend. With ease and grace she put the mighty creature into a stone stable that was next to the facility in question. A young stable boy with nut brown hair shook as she entered, her face and body still covered. Ficking a golden sovereign towards the child she muttered “Brush and feed my friend. Treat him well and I will do the same for you.”<br>Entering the tavern, she noticed a large amount of fishermen and tradesmen drinking and eating about the place. The large wooden ceiling only made her more of a stand out as she walked in. Most if not all of the men looked up from their booze and food to watch the forboding stranger entering the establishment. Her metal shoes clinked on the stone floor as she leaned on the long wooden bar. “I need a room for the night…” She looked around at everyone staring at her. “Food and wine…. And a round for the house.” She yelled the end loudly causing the men to cheer and clap. She did this often at places she stayed so people would ignore her appearance and only concentrate on the alcohol. “Ill be over there” She pointed to a table near the fire place and she sat down, removing her cloak. She shook it and revealed her dark purple armor. Sighing she nodded to the barkeep as he gave her meat, cheese and wine. Sipping the wine and taking a bite she leaned bac enjoying her meal. <br>Unfortunately, a small group of eight soldiers walked in just missing the free round of drinks which the rest of the bar folk drunkenly told them. The captain strode over to her and slammed his hand on the table. “Hey beautiful how about a drink..” He said with confidence looking at her muscly curves that showed in her bare arms. Lucia did not look up just took another bite of her meat. “Hey Im talking to you!” He bellowed. His men began to crowd around her. “Wait… he grabbed the top of her head and yanked it back as she looked up with dead eyes. “Let go of me..” She whispered sternly and softly. “You’re the Purple Dragon!” He jumped back and drew his blade. “If I kill you they will not only make me a night but a noble and my men will be set for life.” His men finally understood what was going on a grinned drawing their swords. A man with a spear came forward and looked down at her “I got this boss..” He thrusted his spear forward scratching her cheek. What the rest of the bar did not realize is that she barely moved and allowed herself to get cut. “NOW DIE!” Yelled the captain as he and his men rushed forward.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knights Heart (Caldawen &amp;  Ink)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 05:47:30</strong>
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				"Aw, come on Tark," the scrappy fisherman said as he threw down a fresh net of the morning's catch. Half of it was water bugs and the like, but most oif it was fish, not worth the insult of seven copper pieces. Tarqunius looked dispassionately across the makeshift table and slid the small bag back across to the seller. <br><br>"Look, half of it's lobster, Seb, plus it's just not morally right to help a young lad like you crawl into a bottle when it's barely past noon as it is." Sebastilian took the pouch and left the man with his meager catch. What could he help it if the fish weren't biting? Or if he wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind to remember to haul in the nets before the lobsters picked apart the trapped fish. Seven measly coppers. It was hardly enough to get a cheap bottle of the local wine. He scratched at the stubble dusting his face and stretched upward as he headed down the road. <br><br>He wore a sun-bleached white tunic and loose blue trousers. Like most of the local seafarers he went around in sandals (or barefoot). He was a strapping if slovenly sort of man. He lived off his boat and it did him just fine. No one complained to his face about it, and that was all that he gave two rotten curses about anyway. <br><br>He headed into the cloud of wood smoke, pipe tobacco, stale beer, and roasting fish that made up the local bar, a two story affair with stables out back. The stucco was faded and cracked in a few places, exposing the brickwork beneath, but there was an aura of care taken with the place. The proprietors were good honest folk, and he didn't give them any trouble, and he gave them coin. <br><br>He walked in and took his usual seat in the corner, alone, and he was about to order his usual seven-coppers worth of whatever swill he could get the most of when the lady out-of-towner walked in as brazen as the lord king of the land himself. Whatever, she got a round for everybody, he wasn't about to reject the kindness of strangers bearing the tidings of the halfway decent swill anyway. Soon the whole bar was doing a round of the local shanties in honor of the purple-armored lady. <br><br>Seb looked over his glass, blue-green eyes taking in the peculiar sight of her. She was attractive all right, but it was more the sword and armor. She had to be deadly or a loon. No one in their right mind would go around in such fancy appointment if they couldn't fend off every thief and highwayman looking to make a small fortune off her affects. <br><br>He watched disinterestedly, a niggling little thought in his mind. He should know something about a knight-type with a sword like that and purple armor, but for the life of him he didn't care enough to try and recall it. She was buying rounds and maybe she'd have another in her somewhere. That made her good enough people for him. <br><br>Wishes of his second round went out the window with the arrival of the town watch. They were supposed to be proper soldiers, but they hadn't done any proper soldiering in a while. They spent most their days lounging in this very tavern harassing barmaids and fishermen's daughters alike. At first Sebastillian scoffed into his cup when the captain got rejected for playing games outside his handicap, but then things escalated quickly. He didn't know why he moved, but he had already picked up and empty chair and cracked it over the head of the man who drew first blood. The chair broke leaving him with only two remnants of the back legs in his hands. He let them clatter to the floor. <br><br>"Sea and stars,"&nbsp; Seb muttered, "I've wanted to do that for months, docking fines my ass..." He muttered. He let the chair legs clatter to the floor. "Look, fellows," he said turning to the remaining men. "You've already ruined my afternoon, she's definitely buying anymore rounds, and by the looks of her armament she's going to kill all of you and leave, so why don't you drag his stinking carcass out of here and go get the proper army if she's so scary dangerous?" <br><br>Seb was a lot of things, but he wasn't going to let the bar of two good honest people get turned into a bloodbath because some captain of the guard in a charitably modest town like Geratus decided he wanted to pick a fight with a woman who looked like she could probably pick him up one-handed. Not to mention he frequented this establishment. The captain looked like he was rousing, so Seb picked up an empty wine bottle and smashed him over the head before staggering slightly to the bar and tossing down his day's earnings. "Sorry about the chair, just put that on my tab and this toward it."<br><br>With that he turned on his heel an staggered out into the noonday sun, at least he could get some peace and quiet at the docks without purple-armored lady-knights and bravado-filled guardsmen. He knew he'd probably end up in the local jail for clocking the blowhard from behind, and embarrassing him in front of his cronies, but he had a feeling that without their head bully, they wouldn't take on a fully armed knight, or whatever she was. He hopped down into his fishing boat and rolled up some sack cloth to use as a pillow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knights Heart (Caldawen &amp;  Ink)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caldawen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 21:23:32</strong>
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				Lucia was slightly surprised at the notion that anyone would come to her aid. Not that she needed any aid in cleanly dispatching these goons. She would not even need to draw a weapon let alone use much effort. Going back to her meal she did not even turn to thank the strange tall blonde man that had helped her. Next thing the knight knew he talked to the owners and left. The seven other soldiers, if they could be called that, knelt to help their captain. “I suggest that you never come into contact with me again, or I promise you that you will not live to see the dawn.” Purple knight then took a final gulp of her wine and looked at them as they shook. “Go.” She hissed. The men grabbed him and rushed out of the bar not wanting anymore trouble. “Well they will come back with reinforcements by morning…. So much for staying here the night.” She leaned back and exhaled.<br><br>Suddenly a deep familiar voice entered her head “What are you talking about? Hes just a fisherman and obviously is not skilled…. Really you want me to….” The lady knight groaned and leaned forward. “I will test him but if he dies because of it my hands are clean…stupid dragon” Muttering the last part she soon got a massive piercing burning in her skull. “I didn’t mean it…” Hissing at the dragon and the pain soon subsided. The black cloak floated on to her shoulders as she flitted it in the air with a turn of her right wrist. Meandering up to the bar she leaned in close to the middle-aged owner. His hair was black with grey specks starting to protrude and a sweet little mustache that seemed to match his personality. “Sorry for the ruckus.” She put down three gold coins on the bar. “No… No mam that wont be necessary.. It wasn’t your fault.” He shook pushing the money away. “That I do know quite well, but my very presence seems to cause chaos wherever I go.” She pushed it back. “I need information on the man who hit the leader of that band. Where can I find him and who is he?” Glancing over the mans shoulder she saw two bottles of fine wine. Placing two silver thruppins on the bar “And Ill take both bottles” Her head nodding behind him. <br><br>The ash haired man turned and got it. “What are you going to do with him if I tell you?” His hands shook as he handed over the bottles. “I just want to talk no harm will come to him.” Leaning forward the man used a finger on his right hand motioning for her to come closer. She obliged him.<br><br>“His name is Sebastian, hes a fisherman with a schooner down at the end of the Warf, and hes the youngest drunk so he probably had no idea what he was doing.” The older man chuckled rubbing the back of his head. Tossing another silver thruppins on the bar she muttered “Thanks and that should pay anything he owes.” She strode out heading straight for the stone barn. Entering she walked to her horse and put the two bottles in the large horse bag hanging on it. The horse looked over at the lavender eyed woman and snorted slightly as if to say “What?” Taking all she needed she looked up at Leotus. “I found one that must be tested.” The horse hooved at the ground as if wanting to test the individual himself. “Your time will come. For now I need you to go to our home my friend. I shall meet you there and wither or not the man will be with me is up to fate.” She petted him and he nuzzled her. The wood that held the door shut would have been heavy for a normal woman, but the fact remained she was no normal woman. With ease it came open “Go Leotus” In a thundering whinny the horse bolted out leaving a little bit of fire behind. The chest-nut haired boy ran to the fire putting it out with a bucket of water still shacking. Tossing a silver thruppins over her shoulder it landed perfectly center inside the bucket. “Thanks.” The purple knight then left walking out of the barn.<br><br>It was a calm night out on the sea. Lucia could tell as she walked down the dwarf looking for a schooner. She expected one kept in good condition but when she arrived she found the tall blonde man asleep on a pile of sack cloth in a run down boat. “A schooner… really” She thought as she dumped her stuff on the boat; still the man slept. Sighing she walked on the boat and kicked his feet. Sebastian moved or at least she think he did when his eyes fluttered open. “We have a long trip ahead of us so lets get started.” Sitting down on a pine box her purple eyes looked him over. Handsome he was but ordinary. Nothing stood out to her as particularly grand but she could tell one thing underneath that gruff exterior lied a good heart. “I am Sir Lucia Tarterus of the Dragon Order, also known as the Purple Dragon. I have decided to test you to determine if you are worthy to be one of us. Though you are older than what we normally look for that cannot be helped in these times.” Her hands went on her knees and she pushed up. “Set a heading for North by North-west. I will tell you when we arrive at our destination.” With a flick of her hand the rope that held the boat to the dock erupted in purple flames and separated the two before disappearing. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knights Heart (Caldawen &amp;  Ink)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2017, 04:05:52</strong>
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				Sebastillian was in the middle of the ocean tumbling beneath the icy waves of the northern shoals. The salt water burned his nose and throat as he inhaled. His limbs struggled to pull his head above the water, the first breaths of icy cold water burned all the more sweetly than the water before. He panted and sank beneath the water again. His tired arms pulled him again, muscles protesting vehemently against exertion. He found a piece of wood and clung to it, pulling himself atop it. <br><br>Then he felt someone kick his foot. That was a weird thing to have happen in the middle of his recurring nightmare. Almost as strange as the moment of lucidity in his night terror. He looked up from his jetsam and saw a giant purple dragon swooping down on him. His dream self gave a world-weary sigh and extended his hand making a very rude gesture toward the dragon. If he was going to get eaten, he wasn't going to be polite about it. Little did he know his physical self in the realm of the waking was doing the same gesture. Another kick and he was fully back in the waking world. <br><br>He saw the purple lady knight from the tavern in the wan light of the city's lanterns behind her. "How about no, and you let me sleep." He grunted rolling himself over. He smelled the tar on his lines burning. "Hey," he mumbled, sitting up. He felt the boat slosh away from the pier. "Sure," he spat, "I'll take you wherever you want to go." His voice dripped acid. <br><br>He grabbed his boat hook And pushed it against the dock and his boat moved further away from her. "Here's my plan. You stay here and I let this boat drift for the night, and guess what? In the morning you want be around me to bother me." He was a natural-born sailor, he would be fine. He'd gone adrift several times and he'd always found his way back to shore. "Maybe this should remind you that you don't get to tell a free man where he will sail you, especially when you wake him up and don't even offer any money. I ain't nobody's errand boy."<br><br>He was still in range of the pierce, but each bobbing wave pulled him farther and farther away. He smirked at her and crossed his arms. Who did she think she was Lady Sir Lucia Whatever." What did she even want. It certainly wasn't to say thank you for helping her out in the bar. Still, whatever her reasons some bloody manners would go a long way to making her tolerable, especially with the headache he was sporting. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knights Heart (Caldawen &amp;  Ink)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caldawen</strong> on <strong>25-08-2017, 20:12:00</strong>
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				Lucia sighed and put her hand on the back of her blonde hair. Waiting a while she just stood there watching him fade in the distance “Hes going to be a real pain is he not master…” Without moving her body vaporized as he was just going out of sight and landed on the boat. There was no way he could turn back at this point they were easily about 70 miles out which took half the night. Looking down she noticed that the man she was looking for was asleep again, obviously thinking he had beaten her. “How I would like to cut off that one finger…” She murmured softly. Going to the lines she adjusted the sail and then went to the wheel putting their heading on the correct course before turning back to the young man laying down before her. He could not be heavily asleep she thought.<br><br>The purple knight took out the wine and emptied a small bag of about ten gold coins right in front of his face knowing that most likely the sent of booze would wake him sooner or later. “You wreak of alcohol….” She groaned going to the back of the ship. Putting out her palm she produced purple flames making them go faster than before putting them at least a day and a half away from any sort of land mass, big or small. Not looking back the knight figured if he wasn’t awake by now she would have to dunk him in the sea; though that would not be unpleasant that may wash off some of his stink. “I had no plan of not thanking you. Your tab has been paid and I got you the finest wine they had as some thanks. Though your aid was not necessary. However, I am not ungrateful. It has been years since anyone has ever deemed it necessary to help the Purple Dragon. Most run in fear or try and collect the bounty on my head. You are the first in five years to see me as a human and not a demon or a prize. For something as small and simple as that I thank you. Not for the rescue but for the basic meaning behind it.” <br><br>Still facing the opposite direction of him, she put her hand back making her sack come to her. Taking off her armor she changed into a thick leather corset-like-armor with a dark purple shirt underneath the corset. On top of that she placed a dark black vest with amethyst buttons that she put together right underneath her breasts. Then the purple night put on tight leather leggings on that extenuated her curved muscles (lol just for you).&nbsp; On top of that she put on soft black flowing pants and then black leather boots. “Shrink” She murmured as her hand was placed on her armor. It shrunk to a tiny size. Picking it up in her left hand she carefully took a jeweled box out of her sack. Upon opening the box she placed the armor in plush red velvet and closed the box returning it to the sack. “I am giving you a great honor. Wither it is a favor or not is up to you, however, having a chance to join my order is not one to be taken lightly. Many have tried and all but five have failed. If you truly are the next one be prepared to have everything in you tested. It is my duty to have you tested. I am sorry for any inconvenience.” Standing she turned and looked at him with her lavender eyes.<br>
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