The Knight and the Girl (Rotochron x Mingnon)
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				Title: <strong>The Knight and the Girl (Rotochron x Mingnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rotochron</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 23:31:50</strong>
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				Sir Ramses was something of an enigma. He belonged to an order of ordained knights that roamed the land slaying monsters and passing judgment on the wicked as they went, though some might claim that by his nature he was one as wicked as the judged. Some might have called him an inquisitor or paladin, but he disdained such titles as superflous and simply moved on in his quest. He was a naga and a rarity at that, being male. Some of his kind were called gorgons or medusas, but those were cursed females who had angered whatever primal deity they worshipped. He'd been found by devout men of the faith and rather than being slain outright, one had taken pity on him and spoken with him at length once he'd been restrained. Exiled and reviled by those who had been his family, if only in part because he refused to venerate the same angry, bloodthirsty deity as them, Ramses quickly made himself at home within the order and devoted himself to its tenets. Though his tastes were exotic and worldly, he was as devout as they when it came to purging the world of those seeds of evil that sought to corrupt it. As it was, he came into the little town his map named Port Hackbury in the middle of the morning, and looked around curiously.<br><br>There were only six or eight buildings in the town, one obviously a forge and another an inn, with market stalls and a large beach with a boardwalk. Clearly a small stopover, and not a trade hub.. Likely not all that many people lived here, but many passed through. Perhaps he wouldn't be so much an oddity as a welcomed mouth to feed once he started shelling coins out. His hair was a shiny black, streaked through with green where the fine scales dotting the edges of his face blended ith it. From the waist up Ramses was definitely human, his broad torso and strong arms banded with what seemed to be rings of burnished silvery steel that had sharpened metal spikes protruding from the outsides. One such band rested over each bicep, one more just below the elbow and the last at his wrists. The rest of him was bare and left to trail as he slithered upright through the town, absently using his glaive as a walking stick (though in the strictest sense of the word, he didn't walk anywhere).&nbsp; The naga's body was fully twelve feet long from head to tail-tip and seemed every bit capable of violence as anything just from his body language. Nagas were predatory carnivores and Ramses couldn't really hide that fact even if he did his best to act the gentleman.<br><br>There was a shriek as someone spotted him and Ramses sighed, setting his glaive aside and raising his hands in a display of nonviolence, "Come now, I have only just arrived and I am seeking naught but a warm meal, some supplies and some information." he could all but taste the sudden sharp spike of fear in the people as a sleepy-looking man in a blue tabard and simple leather armour arrived with a much younger gentleman in an ill-fitting uniform. <br><br>"Stay right where you are, monster! W-what are you doing in our town?" the sleepy-man demanded his words in a voice that had gone a bit high as it broke. "Y-yeah!" came the echo of his flunky.<br><br>The naga heaved a sigh. It was like this pretty much everywhere he went, but he had to go through the motions, "Sir Ramses of the Cerulean Bulwark. Am I to understand that Port Hackbury is suddenly doing much better with its recent troubles, or shall we dispense with our earlier pleasantries and start over? I have come in regard to rumours that something has awakened within a cave on the eastern coastline, something that you would like disposed of."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Knight and the Girl (Rotochron x Mingnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 09:45:38</strong>
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				The scholar named Saffron was in Port Hackbury, though not only to take a rest. She had heard of this 'Sir Ramses' for over a week, and had even tried to track him down. So far, all she had known of him was that of his species and occupation, as well as the general attitude people took towards him as a monster rather than a knight. But beyond that, she learned that he seemed to follow the roads other people took; thus this allowed her to guess that the naga warrior would head towards Hackbury.<br><br>And judging by the shriek and the yelling outside about there being a monster, she might of been correct. She got off her seat at the inn's bar, took her journal, and left her payment near the tankard before she headed outside.<br><br>Even for her being a human, she stood out from the other villagers. Her hair was scarlet and wavy, going to her shoulderblades. Her clothes were varying shades of deep blue; a mantle tied together with a blue jewel, a skirt with a sash around her waist, and a cinch worn on the outside of a white shirt. She had a bracelet with an opalescent gem embedded into it, and a pair of rimmed glasses. Her clothes were meant to make her appear as her job entailed, a scribe on the road. Her hair though... outside of spending needless time dying it month after month, there wasn't much to do about it.<br><br>Yet even if she was as visible as a crack in stone flooring, she still doubted that the naga even acknowledged that she existed. And this was certainly the case at that moment, as he was dealing with the town's apparent guardianship in the hopes of getting some sort of information instead of getting skewered, from what she had overheard. Not that she could blame him though... So politely, she stood back and watched the scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Knight and the Girl (Rotochron x Mingnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rotochron</strong> on <strong>26-05-2014, 05:00:32</strong>
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				Ramses sighed softly to himself as the people continued to mill about in the assumed safety of the area behind the guardsmen, almost rolling his eyes at this waste of time. "Certainly you cannot expect me to continue on my way to this task without taking some time to rest and recuperate here in the town. It isn't as if I'm going to harm anyone." still, they didn't seem convinced. He really didn't have anyone to vouch for him but Ramses knew for a fact he was the only naga who could claim knighthood, at least in his broad experience, "How many naga come willingly into this town searching for the means to end a specific problem that you cannot think to trust the one that has?"<br><br>The men seemed to mull that one over for a time, talking amongst themselves before seeming to come to a consensus, "Alright. What you're sayin' actually makes a lick o' sense, so we're gonna see if'n we can't fix you up proper here in town 'till yer ready to go tomorrow. Just, ah, we'll be needin' your weapon, uh, Sir."<br><br>Of course the naga could only concede to the wisdom of such a request. Deprived of his spear, he didn't seem to have too many weapons at his disposal besides fists and hell, he didn't even -have- feet! "Certainly, I can agree to those terms, assuming that I shall receive it tomorrow when I aim to depart." he stil hadn't really noticed Saffron, though it was less because of anything lacking on her part and more because he was more focused on not getting stuck in anything sensitive by anything sharp and deadly. Ramses held out his weapon butt-end first, with an agreeable smile on his face.<br><br>"When you do take it, could you kindly direct me to the tavern and inn, or both if they are not the same establishment?" one of the braver lads had come to collect his glaive and when no cry of triumph came, followed by an unseemly ambush, Ramses figured he'd be alright there, if only for a few scant moments until the morrow. The guard nodded and gestured, heading off toward the docks.<br><br>"This way down by the docks, more sea travel than road so we wound up with more stuff built out that way." and they were off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Knight and the Girl (Rotochron x Mingnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 10:29:01</strong>
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				Saffron continued to stand and watch the confrontation between the three individuals, though it seemed to be simmering down, even moreso once the knight handed over his spear. Once the three started to move, she followed them, navigating the crowd of people as they headed over towards the seaside. She didn't hear very much, but she could only assume that the inn was where they were heading, so she would know where to find Ramses even if she lost sight of him during the trip.<br><br>And sure enough, the closer the docks were, the more people there were that she would have to get past. The crowd wasn't thick, but she continued to go at her set pace... Until she saw a crowd start to gather at the beach which caught her attention, bringing her to a stop. The second ship to have made it to town in a damaged state since her arrival, she noted. And perhaps the one responsible for the ship's state was why Ramses arrived?<br><br>Thinking of, she looked over to see if the three men were looking over the sight, as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Knight and the Girl (Rotochron x Mingnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rotochron</strong> on <strong>02-06-2014, 05:44:36</strong>
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				Ramses sighed slightly when the men led him along, almost rolling his eyes at the way they seemed to distrust him. He couldn't have been more nonthreatening if he'd showed up wearing a vest made of fluffy lamb's wool. "Do you think perhaps that that ship has been damaged by that which I have arrived to handle?" the naga would have smirked in satisfaction if he had anything but the task at hand on his mind. Of course, there was the whole idea that maybe he didn't want to get stabbed while he was there. Turned out it hurt just as much to get stabbed as a monster as it did as a human, if his sources were correct.<br><br>"I mean really, this is a formality that we do not need to address." he put his hands on his hips as he slithered along, the tip of his tail lifted just slightly off the ground in an unconscious display of awareness and slight annoyance, his intelligent eyes darting here and there, taking everything in. If he noticed Saffron it was in passing and perhaps he dismissed her as unimportant to him in that particular instance, though her general differences from the other townsfolk made her stand out to him more than anything specific about her just yet.<br><br>"And.. you say you're here to handle this.. this thing? For no cost to us? Just out of the goodness of your heart?" the lad questioning him was holding his halberd and jabbing it at him as if punctuating his questions.<br><br>Ramses reached out quickly and seized the weapon, tugging the young man a step closer before he released it, shaking his head, "Of course not, do not be a fool. I am here to solve the problem because my order requested it of me. Knowing the welcome I would face in coming here I would sooner be elsewhere. It is not <em>merely</em> the goodness of my heart that brings me here but the requirements of my Order. I cannot simply shirk an order because I know Cletus and Jimbo of Port Thisplace are going to give me a hard time because I look different from them." he didn't bother to conceal his obvious dissatisfaction with the people there. "Now if you will kindly step aside, I know the way to the dock. Perhaps inspecting the damage to this ship will give me more to work with in terms of knowledge of this task."<br><br>The naga moved on past the stunned guardsmen, noting that one was still trying to come up with a retort for him pretty much calling them hicks. Ramses mentally ticked the man off as Jimbo. When he arrived at the ship though, Ramses let out a low whistle at what appeared to be the scars of an encounter with something truly monstrous. Ichor caked the gashes in the wood, discolouring it with an aberrant rot that would likely consume the vessel entirely if left alone. He tapped his chin, leaning in to smell the stuff before drawing back. Of course he'd both sniffed it and flicked out his tongue to taste the scent, which burned both sense-organs as if acidic, "Eeesh! You are going to want to wash this down with cooking oil to smother it from the air for awhile. The longer it sits here eating this wood the more damage it will do to the ship." Ramses only knew of a few monsters with such excretions and he dearly hoped it was one of the smaller, less dangerous variety that had simply been separated from its master. He wasn't really equipped to deal with the other one, not at the present time. "Is there anyone in town who knows the habits and taxonomy of the creatures residing in the deepest depths of the area?"<br><br>This of course was met with silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Knight and the Girl (Rotochron x Mingnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 07:59:12</strong>
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				The reason for Saffron's silence was that she took out her journal, and was skimming through the section of her notes about the area's creatures. She had made notes about creatures that had acidic secretions, but not towards the level of damage that was inflicted on the craft. Still, the references gave her some ideas about what might have happened. So she started to raise a hand to speak...<br><br>Only for somebody else to cut in; a middle-aged fisherwoman with a broad, rustic accent.<br><br>"I may know abou' such a thin'," she began. "Nasty creatures, they are. They would gather up in groups and spit until the insides are exposed. I 'ear they come from farther down south where they 'unt whales, so something must of come up for 'em to try to settle around 'dis area."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Knight and the Girl (Rotochron x Mingnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rotochron</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 21:27:52</strong>
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				Ramses' eyes snapped over to the woman when she spoke up and he swiveled on his tail, his whole body turning to face the woman as she spoke. Unlike some others who might have ignored her or rolled their eyes, Ramses nodded softly, "Seems to me that that is what is happening here. It could be something else but I try to operate by Occam's wisdom." the knight favoured the woman with a smile and shooed the guardsmen away, leaning in on his tail and tilting his head, "I was personally leaning towards sahaguin-spawn or, if luck does not favour me, something belonging to an aboleth." the former were far preferable to face than the latter, in his opinion.<br><br>The man swept his eyes around those assembled as he settled back on his coils, tapping his fingertips along his waistline where the thick scales of his tail thinned to finer ones then human skin at his abdomen, thinking, "I require the aid of someone both scholastically inclined and fit to the rigors of adventure. Might there be anyone present in this place who meets those requirements and would like a fair share of any recovered wealth?" it was usually easy to entice someone of an adventurous mein to aid when one offered a cut of the wealth.<br><br>"H-hey, you can't..!" Jimbo began, but Ramses cut him off with a wave of his hand.<br><br>"I shall also be requiring my glaive. I cannot hope to fend off enemies without my weapon." he held out his hand expectantly.<br><br>Jimbo looked around uncertainly, really not knowing what to do about the man asking for his belongings back. 
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