A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia & Methos]]
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				Title: <strong>A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 05:36:02</strong>
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				<em>OOC: For visual referance:&nbsp; http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z145/FestivalGB/Goth/Sorceress.jpg (http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z145/FestivalGB/Goth/Sorceress.jpg) </em><br><br>A warm breeze rustled through the trees, birds sung and small rodents ran around doing their rodenty things. All seemed to be at peace with the world, all seemed to be pleasant and dandy. Nyixa would disagree with that statement to an extreme; while birds were happily singing she was fighting for her life.<br><br>A group of rather rough and demanding men came across her, thinking her a common woman they tried to take her by force for their masculine desires. Soon was one of them unpleasantly surprised by a burning liquid-like feeling to his face while Nixya mutter uncomprehendingly. He let out a loud scream which alerted his fellow mongrels of what she could do. Nixya could preform Magic.<br><br>Nixya glared at them; tugging her arms away from them, but their grasp wouldn't loosen, the seven-now six-of them against one of her....The odds were unimaginable that should could get out of this unscathed. Her eyes looked around wildly, the crystal blue orbs probed the forest path for any sign of help as two other men approached her, one grabbed her hair and pulled it hard to the right. "What the 'ell was at all ab'ot?" The man holding her hair spat at her.He had a scar running from his eye brow down to his lips. His hair was a tangled mess attempted to be pulled back into a pony tail. His skin was pock marked and a pinkish tint. Nixya closed her eyes as she felt some of the fire-like strands snap. <br><br>The other man who was now coming closer smelled like garlic and rotting corpses. He had a light brown hair with matching eyes, from his belt he took out a dagger, glistening and casting bright flashes of light here and there as the sun reflected. He moved the blade close to her stomach and started to cut the string which tied her corset together. Nixya started to yell and threaten them in all sorts of ways, yet she couldn't cast. She needed her hands free for such an act, when it came to casting she need to speak as well as move your hands and fingers. Words wouldn't come to her, all thought stuck in her throat and the only thing she could think to do was scream as if the man was cutting her instead of her bodice.<br><br>The birds kept singing and the leaves kept rustling, as if the only people on the planet where Nixya and these savage men. The three other men who were caring for their burned friend started to approach Nixya as well, her pale face now had tears streaming down it as the last tie on the bodice snapped and the hungry, greedy man with the scar grabbed at her, she tugged at her arms more, trying to kick while her legs were being held by two of the three new comers. Nixya closed her eyes again and kept moving, wiggling violently. "Make her stay still you incompetent bastards!" Yelled the man who was groping her. A sharp blow to the head and Nixya fell limp in the arms of the man holding her, her cries for help dying almost as soon as they began.<br><br><em>OOC: Tell me if you're confused about anything and I'll try to clear it up.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 07:04:39</strong>
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				Atop a nearby hill the suns beams would glimmer upon burnished steel. The nickering of a horse was heard as it rose upwards upon its rear hooves, and the armored form of a knight upon its back was clearly visible. The horse itself was rather large in size, a substantial beast was needed to lug around the armored form upon its back. Chain barding covered the horse’s form and upon its back a tall, broad shouldered figure rested. His appearance was hidden, for his face lay beneath a helm with only vented slits for the eyes and holes to aid in breathing displayed the fact that anything human lay beneath the sheath of steal. A steel breastplate overlapped with epaulettes at his shoulders, vambraces were worn along his arms and steel gauntlets covered his hands. The various pieces of plate fitted together perfectly and were clearly joined as one. Steel graced his legs downwards to heavy metal boots which were slid into the stirrups of his horse. One hand bore a rather large metal shield with the golden form of a hawk visible upon a crimson background, the other gripped a steel pointed lance.<br><br>The lance was lowered and the horse commenced its charge down the hillside. Its hooves hammered against the road as the loud jostle of metal armor could be heard as he approached. The sound of his approach would build as he drew nearer, his horse charging directly towards the men as they held the girl. The point of the lance was directed towards the fellow with the dagger disrobing her and it was thrust forward with the momentum of his was placed behind the motion as he sought to impale the bandit upon his lance.<br><br>He released the lance as he road past and thereafter he’d wheel his horse about. His hand lowered to the saddle and a rasping sound would be heard as he drew forth the gleaming steel form of a longsword. The blade gleamed in the day’s light as he slowly road towards the remaining bandits. The sword in hand raised and thereafter its tip pointed towards them in an ominous fashion. His voice would finally boom out “Unhand her and leave now. Or you all die.” His tone was firm and seemed to broke absolutely no disagreement.<br><br>He seemed to pause a moment to let them release the limp woman and leave peacefully. Blue eyes gazing out through the metal slits to watch the bandits as they seemed to deliberate over whether to leave or to take their chances against the knight who had arrived upon the scene. He waited a moment, and evidently the scoundrels took longer than he thought necessary to elect to leave – he kicked his spurs into the flank of his horse and picked up speed towards them. He drew near the closest of the varmints and his sword was brought downwards in a rather ruthless slash, hacking directly into the fellow torso leaving him falling to the earth with his blood spilling to the grass. <br><br>Naturally the too remaining bandits no longer were as keen on raping Nixya as they had imagined themselves be and self preservation mandated they flee for their bloody lives. Hence they turned tail and began to run as quickly as they could. However, against a mounted opponent it did them little good. Their screams could be heard calling out into the clear day’s air as they were ridden downward and summarily dispatched. The first found his head parted from his shoulders with a wicked stroke of the sword that cleaved clean through flesh and bone. The other likely wished for so quick a death as he was caught upon the side and the sort bite inwards towards his belly. He was left to clutch his stomach as he fell to the earth bleeding out.<br><br>With his sword dripping still with the blood of her assailants, the knight turned his horse and rode back towards the fallen girl. He reined in to a halt beside where the last of her attackers had abandoned her, there he leap down from the back of his horse and setting his sword aside, pressed his hand to her shoulder to shake her gently. “Are you alright?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 07:24:24</strong>
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				A throbbing pain of a thousand hangovers filled Nixya's head, barely noticing the voice of a man; she didn't quite understand him, her head was swimming in circles. She was unsure if the man above her was friend or foe, she couldn't take any chances, her hands moving lethargically and awkwardly, they started to glow. "So much as think of hurting me and you'll feel the fire of the sun."--At least that's what she thought she said, it more came out in murmurs and gasps. <br><br>Slowly her sea-like eyes started to focus on the knight before her, his armor reflecting the sun brightly in her eyes. The glow from her hands started to fade as the clumsily tried to remove his helmet. <br>A warm trickling started to be felt on her neck as a small amount of blood came forth from where she was hit on the head; where the disrober had hit her with the hilt of the dagger. <br><br><em>'Are you alright?'</em> She remembered he had asked. Part of her wanted to say "I'm lying on the ground, my head is bleeding, my bodice has been removed and I have a strange man in full plate hovering over me. I'm just lovely." Although, Nixya's sarcastic side seemed to have been to out of it to speak, thus, Nixya went on murmuring. "Yes... Yes.... I'll be fine... Just...String, I need string."&nbsp; She muttered, moving her hands from his helmet to her bodice pulling it back together where it had been split. The lace left in it was too short and fraying. "...Bag, my bag." She muttered, trying to sit up and look around; attempting to use the slippy metal that the man was wearing to help her; it seemed to only hurt her as she slipped back to the ground. <br><em>Of all the times to not be a cleric...</em> She thought bitterly to herself. <br><br>Nixya opened her eyes and forced herself to focus. "I believe... I'm in your debt, thank you." She attempted to sit up again, doing a bit better this time while her head remained swimming. "I'm afraid I've taken quite a blow to the head..." She muttered; closing her oceanic eyes.<br><br><em>OOC: Sorry this one is so much shorter.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 08:22:50</strong>
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				The knight looked down at the woman, as she seemed to try to speak to him. He heard her murmuring and gasping and he hadn’t a clue what she’d said. He noted her hands glowing and thereafter felt her pushing on his helmet like she wanted him to take it off. His own gauntleted hand reached up to pull the helm from his head. Clear blue eyes gazed down at her and dark locks of hair spilled out from beneath the helm. Strong, handsome features and a suntanned face were soon revealed to her. He smiled faintly as he gazed down at her. “I’m afraid I can’t make out what you were trying to say miss.”<br><br>His eyes looked her over, seeming to appraise her for injury. He spied the cut at her neck, the bruise upon her head and thereafter noted where her bodice had been sliced open. Really he regarded that for far longer than could possibly be deemed necessary as her rather ample charms were left on display. It took a rather substantial act of willpower to pull his gaze from her chest, and mercifully she seemed to regain her voice to draw his attention from it.<br><br>He heard her state that she thought she was alright but she needed some string. He noted “You probably also could use something to stop the bleeding from that cut.” Although the woman seemed a bit more concerned with preserving well, what remained of her modesty as opposed to the actual injury which struck him as odd. He felt her trying to hang onto him and pull herself upwards before laying back down to the ground. She seemed to be asking for her bag. “Bag – what bag? Where?”<br><br>He watched her sit up finally and smiled to her as he noted “Ah well, I could hardly let those bandits harm you. Think nothing of it milady, a pleasure to be of service.” He turned back towards his horse and produced a cloth and a flask after rummaging through a saddle bag. He uncorked the flask and poured a measure on the cloth and then leaned over to press it to her cut. “Brandy.” He stated as he lightly pressed it against the cut, seeking to use the liquor as a disinfectant. He’d lightly brush the cloth against the cut and then press it rather firmly against her. He applied pressure to seek to halt any residual bleeding. Thereafter, he passed the flask to her as noted “Take a swig of this, it out to help the pain.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 08:38:10</strong>
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				Nixya watched him remove his helmet reveling his stunning features, captivating eyes and soothing, almost protective voice. Nixya found herself forgetting the pain in her head as well as her exposed chest for a moment as she looked at the man who had saved her.<br><br>"My bag," She glanced around before spotting it under the tree she had been napping before her rude awakening. She motioned towards it before the man moved to his horse. "What's your name?" She asked, watching him wet the cloth with what she thought was water till it hit her flesh and she let out a small yelp of pain as the alcohol seeped in through the wound. <br><br>Nixya bit her lower lip, her left hand digging into the ground while her right took the flask, taking a large swig of it, then another. She kept her eyes tightly closed till the alcohol started to kick in. <br><br>"You know, I think that hurt more than the actual injury." She stated, more joking than serious. "Thank you, and, sorry for drinking most of your brandy." She smiled up at him rather stupidly. Nixya was a light&nbsp; weight, having had nothing but a glass of wine sense 24 years ago, whence she was born.<br><br>"So, good Sir Knight, do you have a name? And if not, whom shall I be thanking?" Nixya watched him, returning to clutching her bodice together then best she could. "I'm simply known as Nixya." She added, still sitting on the ground, the world spinning a bit more now that she had alcohol in her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 09:44:08</strong>
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				The knight smiled to her as he replied “I am Sir Guillaume de Belle-Isle.” He followed her gaze over to the trees where she indicated her bag was “Ah over there, then. I shall retrieve it momentarily.” He assured her as he thereafter went on to clean her cut, hearing her yelp of pain. He laughed softly and shook his head “It does sting a little.” He watched her take a rather deep pull from the flask.&nbsp; He grinned slightly “If it will help Nixya you can drink a bit more. I can always buy more.” He assured her as he took the flask from her.<br><br>He smiled as he said “Guillaume” as he reiterated his name for her. “I appreciate your thanks, Nixya. I’m glad I happened to arrive at the right moment. As I don’t think that would have gone well for you had I not.” Ah well that was something of an understatement as she’d been unconscious and being stripped as he arrived just in the nick of time. It hadn’t occurred to him that one swig of brandy, even a substantial one would cause her to become intoxicated so he didn’t observe her looking slightly unsettled at the moment. <br><br>He had promised to retrieve her bad, so he rose up with a clink of armor and made his way rather slowly over in the direction she had pointed. His armored form headed towards the brush and he searched around for a few moments in search of her bag. “Ahah!” Would be the sound that escaped his lips as he happened upon the bag in question, his hand reached downwards and scooped it up. Having retrieved said bag he returned towards Nixya and sat down beside her, handing over the bad as he noted “I believe you wanted this for some reason.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 23:32:37</strong>
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				"Guillaume de Belle-Isle?" She repeated his name thinking it over for a short while, dissecting it mentally. "Is there anything shorter I may call you?" Nixya asked, taking some more of the brandy--she wasn't often physically hurt, she'd spent most of her life studying magic and memorizing how to preform it.... When it came to being hurt--it was a foreign, unwanted.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I shall pay you back for this." She muttered, opening her eyes to look over at Guillaume as she took another sip, letting the burning liquid roll down her throat and into her stomach where it settled and ached. Her thin fingers held the cold bottle tightly as he finished up with her cut.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Nixya smiled at him. "Yes, if you hadn't shown up..." Nixya trailed off, her smile fading for a moment but soon re-appeared. As Guillaume walked to find her bag Nixya started to slowly stand up, looking over at the horse. She held her bodice together with her left hand as she approached the large creature. <br><br>Nixya waited next to the horse, watching it calmly, the horse seemed to have no reaction as she stepped closer; scratching under the chin on the beast--one of the only places that wasn't armored. <br><br>Nixya heard him as he found the bag--she moved back towards where she had been sitting and sat back down. "Thank you." She opened the brown leather satchel, taking out another bodice, removing the string from it.<br>Nixya turned away from Guillaume as she started to lace it up. "So... What brings you out this far from the city?" Nixya asked calmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>25-03-2008, 00:02:13</strong>
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				The Knight looked at her and nodded “Of course, call me Guillaume.” After all he didn’t see any need for her to repeat his last name to him over and over again. He watched her take another swig from the flask of brandy that he’d offered her to dull whatever pain she had been experiencing. He smiled faintly “I’m sure you’ll feel fine in a day or so. It doesn’t look like too serious of a blow.” <br><br>When she suggested that she would have to pay him back for this, he coughed into his hand as though to bite his tongue. After all a half clad woman stating she’d have to pay you back certainly conjured up a few suggestions in his mind as to how she might begin to do. However, for the moment the knight seemed to remind himself that he was by far the superior of the bandits that he’d left strew upon the road around them.<br><br>He heard her trail off as to what would have happened if not for his arrival as he headed off to find her bag. “Ah about that, you might not want to look around too much as yet, I can’t say I’ve really had any time to do well..anything with their bodies. You probably don’t want to see them as they are right now.” Which was something of an understatement as blood and various other mangled parts of their body were likely pouring into or onto the ground.<br><br>Guillaume watched as Nixya began to lace up her bodice once more. He watched rather curiously as indeed it did seem to slowly produce rather lovely results. However, at the same time clothing become done up wasn’t nearly as interesting as it becoming undone. As she asked what he was doing out here he shrugged slightly “I heard that a town not far from here was having some problem with some monsters. I thought I’d come look into the matter and see if I could help them. And what brings you to these parts…I take it your traveling by yourself?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2008, 22:38:24</strong>
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				"Guillaume it is..." She said to him with a smile; capping what was left of the brandy and handed it back to him as her hands went back to finishing her bodice-tightening it till she felt comfortable then tied it off at the top. "Yes... I should be fine... Just not used to getting hurt I suppose..." She muttered with a sigh.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Nixya heard him cough at her suggesting paying him back she felt mildly offended. <em>Does he think I don't have the money?</em> She questioned herself. Then it hit her--he&nbsp; wasn't thinking of money. She became tempted to play a small game with this--and temptation won. "I can pay you back now if you like....How much would you like?" She asked, turning to face him, smiling sweetly. Her fingers started to play with her hair-braiding it slowly as she watched him.<br><br>At the mention of the bodies Nixya simply nodded and paled a little at the thought of dead bodies lying around-she kept her eyes fixed on Guillaume's face. "Thank you." She said sincerely, her left hand reaching out and touching the side of his face. Quickly though, her hand retracted and started to look in her bag, taking out an apple and small sheathed dagger.<br><br>Nixya nodded as she cut up the apple into slices, resting them peel down on her skirted legs. "Yes... I left the city a few days ago... I'm going to a village to help with something of that sort... My teacher had suggested I get out of my room and try using what I've learned for once." She sighed and handed him a slice of apple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 04:02:17</strong>
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				Guillaume watched her finish tightening her bodice, and indeed the manner in which the garment thrust her chest forward seemed to distract him. His eyes lingered on those rather ample mounds of flesh in a manner that was anything but disinterested. He nodded to her as she stated she would be fine “Ah well, its not good to be getting used to being hurt. After all that would mean you’ve been hurt far too frequently eh? Better to be unused to it, but deal with it as it comes.”<br><br>The knight watched her playing with her hair as she rather sweetly offered to pay him back. He raised a hand as he murmured “Nixya, you owe me nothing – your gratitude suffices to reward me for what I’ve done.” He smiled to her as he noted “However, if you feel you should give me something to repay me – a kiss will do quite nicely.” He seemed to observe her for a moment as though curious how that request would go over.<br><br>He smiled to her as he murmured “I’ll get rid of the bodies.” As he watched her producing an apple and a dagger he walked over to the first bandit whom he found impaled upon his lance. He pulled the spear free, and thereafter went through the bandit’s pockets and finding a few silver pieces he pocket those. Thereafter, the body was dragged into the woods and chucked there a rather substantial distance from her view. Nixay likely would hear a muffled thud and then the clamor of armor that announced his reappearance. <br><br>He took a slice of apple from her and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it briefly before consuming it and nodded to her. “Ah well its good to practice your skills – what exactly do you do?” He asked as he regarded her, and thereafter inquired “Do you really think it wise for a young woman such as yourself to be traveling unescorted?” He noted “That can be sort of dangerous as earlier events seems to have born out.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 04:22:11</strong>
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				Nixya noticed his eyes lingering on her chest; she attempted to ignore it, failing a fair amount. She felt her cheeks redden slightly as he continued talking. Nixya nodded to his statement about being hurt, her head throbbed slightly, but the brandy seemed to be doing wonders with keeping her distracted.<br><br>Nixya smiled at the knight before her, thinking over the form of payment he wanted; she thought over it and digested it, her blushing had subsided by this point and flattery seemed to fill her.<br><br>Nixya smiled brightly as he asked what she did, she preferred to show what she did rather than just state it. Nixya put the apple and knife down on her lap, holding out her hands she moved her fingers as if to dance while she muttered in an ancient tounge. Out of no where in the center of her right palm a small ball of flame appeared. "Scorcery," She said with a calm smile, closing her hand around the flame--extinguishing it. <br><br>She thought over his second question carefully, smiling widely rather suddenly. "I will pay you in the manner you have requested," She paused to look up into his bright eyes. "If you escort me to the village down this path... The one you're heading to... Once we get there, you shall have you kiss." Nixya smiled lightly at him, her hands returning to the apple, eating a slice herself. <br><br>"That wouldn't have happened had I not fallen asleep... Though... It is true, I should have expected such." Nixya stated sheepishly. Her naive nature seemed to show through with her actions.
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				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 07:12:22</strong>
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				Guillaume grinned slightly as he noted Nixya blushing as he let his eyes roam over her. He nodded to her as she demonstrated her ability to use magic and he observed the bit of flame she conjured “Sorcery eh?” He smiled to her and noted “Might want to learn a spill that wakes you up if people get too close to you while your sleeping.” He suggested in a rather practical fashion. He grinned as he noted “After all, not much good being able to cast magic if they catch you napping.”<br><br>The knight offered her a smile as he heard her state that she would pay him in the manner he requested. He leaned in towards her as though preparing to kiss her then and there. However, there was evidently a catch. “Ah well, I shall be happy to escort you down to the village, I’m heading that way in any case.” He winked to her as he noted “I suppose I shall have to await my reward until then .. with great anticipation of course.” <br><br>He made his way over to two of the other corpses left strewn upon the ground, grabbing them one in each hand. Thereafter he dragged them off into the forest. He’d toss them out there, riffling through the bodies for any valuables briefly and pocketing them. Thereafter, he made his way back towards where Nixya had remained waiting for him.<br><br>Guillaume sat down beside her once more and inquired “What exactly is taking you to the village? You mentioned something about applying your skills? So I take it you have something magical in mind if I may ask, what exactly?” After all, having gone to the trouble of saving her – the knight now felt rather responsible for seeing that this woman not run off and get herself into peril all over again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 07:27:12</strong>
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				Nixya couldn't help but smirk as he leaned in closer to her. Nixya felt suddenly safe and quite happy with her new found situation. "Your anticipation will be short lived, from my impression we're about two days away--on foot that is." She chuckled lightly at his suggestion. "I wish I knew such a spell... I focus on conjuring rather than anything that could be useful for myself... A war mage is what I'd be called I suppose." <br><br>Nixya started to eat another slice of apple as he stood up and went to take care of more bodies. The slender, curvy woman stood slowly, taking the last two slices over to the horse, holding them out in the palm of her hand for the creature to eat. Her eyes watched as the gleaming knight headed back towards her; she moved to sit back down next to her bag.<br><br>The pale red-head wiped the blade of the dagger off on her skirt before sliding it back into it's sheath and dropping it into her bag. "I've been sent to help protect the villagers from monsters, there's also a rumor of a possible invasion..." Nixya smiled lightly and shook her head. "Today has been a rude awakening..." She sighed lightly, closing the leather sack, playing with the shoulder strap.&nbsp; "You're going for the same reason arn't you?" She asked, her stormy oceanic eyes seemed saddened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 09:01:55</strong>
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				Guillaume gazed at her for a moment and grinned to her as he noted “Much faster if you ride with me on my horse. A bit more than a day at most, although I don’t think there is any rush to get there so we may as well rest here for now to let you recover.” Thereafter he offered her a bemused smile as he observed “Ah and I’m a knight, it doesn’t mean I can’t saddle my horse, staunch a wood if I have too, hunt, and shoe my horse in a pinch if need be and other useful things.” He shook his head slightly “I practice with lance and sword for hours on end, but if I learned not another thing I don’t think I should adapt well to what situations may arise.”<br><br>He spied the sorceress feeding his horse, as he grabbed the final body and dragged it off into the forest. Undoubtedly coyotes or other scavengers would be pleased to do away with the bodies. He felt no particular urge to bury the would be robbers and rapists. He only moved them from where they lay to assuage the woman they had attacked. Thus soon his gleaming form returned to where she had been sitting. He brushed a few leaves and twigs from where they’d caught upon his armor before lowering himself to the ground.<br><br>He nodded to her “Yes, I’m going to find out what is disturbing the village and then to stop it if I can.” He let his fingers rub thoughtfully upon his chin as he noted “There seemed to be some uncertainty about the validity and nature of the problem with villagers saying different things. I don’t suppose you’ve been able to tell any differently with magic?” He asked and noted “I haven’t heard anything about any kind of invasion.” He smiled faintly “If there is, I suspect they’re going to need more than one knight.” He winked to her as he noted “Even if the one they have is a good one.” He noted the rather melancholy look that crossed her features as she said today had been a rude awaking for her. He smiled faintly as he noted “Live and learn, Nixya, I rather imagine you’ll be more careful about where you fall asleep in the future. But for now, don’t worry I’ll protect you as best I can.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 19:09:31</strong>
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				Nixya nodded slowly--she didn't want to travel anymore for the day, the sun was already reaching the tops of trees as it made it's descent. "Can the both of us even fit on your horse?" Niya asked, her fingers returning to her hair to play. Nixya smiled at him, opening her mouth to speak. "I'm not completely useless... I can find simple basic foods, berries, roots and the like to eat... But I'm not as qualified as you." Nixya seemed rather interested in him being a knight. "Isn't that funny...A knight in shining armor coming to my rescue." She gave him a soft smile. "Is it not true that, knights serve their lords? Who is it you serve?"<br><br>Nixya shook her head lightly after he spoke of the invasion. "I'm sorry, I wasn't clear," She leaned forward, picking a leaf he'd miss off of his back, close to his rear. "Not an invasion of people, more of things from another plane..." Nixya let out a small sigh. "You know, like water that moves and gurgles, elementals, the monsters the village is experiencing is, without a doubt in my mind, from another plane." Her eyes closed slightly. "I've never seen other planar creatures, but I have read about them." Her slender fingers moved towards her bag, a ring gone unnoticed before gleamed lightly, it was a women's ring, a thin band with what appeared to be a swirl on the front, rippling in a circle. <br><br>Nixya removed a book from her bag, it looked simple and inexpensive as far as books go. Inside was her hand writing, scrawled all over the pages, not daring to waste a single spot of the precious paper. "Easiest way to rid your self of these creatures is magic or a strong enough sword." Nixya read out loud. "Not sure what they mean by a strong enough sword." Nixya went to looking at the book again before making a small sound. "They are not of this world, and thus, their existence is that of a ghost, sometimes a material weapon will hit the beast, other times it will miss and cut through what feels like air." <br><br>Nixya closed the book and placed it down on the ground between them. Her eyes met his, then broke away fairly suddenly. She stood up, uneasy for a moment then caught her balance again. "Shall we walk a ways to get away from the scent of blood?" She questioned simply, bending over to pick up her bag, her hair falling in front of her silently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>27-03-2008, 04:17:17</strong>
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				Guillaume nodded to her as he noted “Of course, he manages to carry me and all this armor. A girl such as yourself isn’t going to strain him much in addition.” He lofted a brow to her “Where you expecting someone else to come to your rescue?” He grinned slightly as he noted “After all, its always supposed to be knights who ride in to the rescue. At least if you listen to the bards eh? Although I rather think if one of those fellows got a hold of the story then I would have had my arrival announced by blaring trumpets from the heavens.” He nodded slightly “Yes, we all serve lords. I am in the service of my uncle, although he tends to be rather preoccupied with various matters in the city so I’m often left to my own devices.”<br><br>He watched her lean in to pluck a leave from him. He peered at her curiously “Why would they be coming here? Elementals, monsters and all that surely there would have to be a reason for them to move from one plane to another and then come to this village in particular.” He frowned slightly as he noted “So you’ve never actually dealt with one just read about them eh.. that’s sort of like saying ‘I’ve never fought a dragon but I’ve heard about them’ doesn’t necessarily do you a whole lot of good.” He peered at the rather odd looking ring she produced. “What’s that do?”<br><br>Guillaume grinned to her as he noted “Ah well, that’s the best way to get rid of most things that you don’t want around – strike them with a sword.” He shrugged slightly as he noted “Maybe they mean that you need a special or magic sword to hurt some of them. I’m afraid my sword isn’t special in that fashion – so lets hope they’re normal monsters.” He winked to her as he noted “If it can be hit with a sword I’ll handle it – if not then I suppose it becomes your problem.”<br><br>The knight nodded to her as he noted “If you wish.” He walked over to his horse and gathered up its reins as he said “We can walk a ways from here and the smell should fade.” He observed “I dragged the bodies a fair distance into the forest so it shouldn’t bother you too much after we stretch our legs.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>29-03-2008, 17:49:23</strong>
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				Nixya couldn't help but laugh at him, smiling brightly. "Well," She paused a moment in her sentence. "I wasn't really expecting anyone, but from now on I suppose I'll be expecting a knight." She teased.<br><br>"The monsters? They come here for several reasons, vengeance, boredom... Sometimes they feel the need to take over another plane.... But this village..." Nixya sighed lightly, looking at the ground. "I beleive a fool attempting to use the magic from that plane has allowed them in,, most likely the moron is dead--at least, I hope he is... If not, this man, or woman, is more powerful than myself, than you even." Nixya shook her head lightly, smiling. "No one can contain that power, it's dark and consumes, only a few have been able to survive more than a week harboring such power, it destroys the body.<br><br>Nixya was suddenly painfully faced with her own humanity, magic users lives were greatly shortened, simply because they have the power humans, mortals, should never receive. Nixya smiled weakly at the knight before her. "Guillaume, just because I've only heard of them doesn't mean I can't handle them, I am stronger than I look." She then looked down at her hands. "It was my mothers, she gave it to me before I went into training. Her eyes lingered on her hand before moving up to Guillaume. "Supposed to bring you long life, health and luck." She smiled brightly at him. "I believe it to be working.<br><br>Nixya knew it would become her problem if he couldn't harm them. "I can channel some magic into your sword if&nbsp; it comes to that." She stood up carefully and dusted herself off. "I'm not to worried, you should be able to hit them." Nixya stated as she moved towards the large horse, her bag over her shoulder.<br><br>The red head nodded, her fingers returning to play with the fire-like strands as she walked slowly down the path. Her eyes seemed to look towards the sky through the branches and leaves. "How old are you, if you don't mind?" Nixya asked, simply trying to make conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>04-04-2008, 07:34:55</strong>
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				Guillaume grinned to her as he noted “Ah and for you Nixya – I shall ever do my best to ensure that there is a knight there to ride to your rescue.” He winked to her as he noted “Although you might want to avoid putting yourself in situations where you need to be rescued too often.” His tone was rather light and teasing in turn.<br><br>He offered a shrug of his shoulders “Ah monsters – as though we didn’t have enough problems with just other humans eh?” He smiled faintly as he noted “I suppose they have much the same reasons to stir up trouble as any other creature – although they do seem a might be more randomly destructive.” He frowned “Well I suppose we shall find out what exactly is going on there and whether or not this fellow that brought these monsters here is still about. If he’s truly been devoured by the darkness he drew on that will save us both some work shuffling him off the mortal coil and I can’t claim to have any problem with that.”<br><br>Guillaume simply grinned at her “Well, I should have been happier if you’d said ‘I’d dealt with them many times and they’re nothing to worry over’. However, all the same a magic user will likely help one way or the other.” He eyed the ring for a moment as she stated that it brought her long life, health and luck. He nodded to her as he noted “Well if there are magic rings that can do that who couldn’t use one of them eh?” He smiled as he noted “Well I’m not sure how lucky it is to be caught napping like that – but I suppose being rescued qualifies as lucky so perhaps its mostly working?”<br><br>He offered Nixya a sly wink as he noted “Channel magic into it? Ah my simple sword with magic – that would be a rather wondrous thing. I’d have to think of a name for it. After all you can’t just call a magic sword – my sword.” He lead his horse along as he walked beside her as he grinned “A magic sword always has to have some rather exalted sounding name like Fiendslayer or Deathbringer, Foeslasher or something like that eh?” He nodded to her as he noted “I tend to assume I can take care of most things until I discover otherwise, I’m hoping it is indeed the case that we don’t find ourselves confronted with sword immune monsters, or I suspect your skills shall be rather sorely tested.”<br><br>He responded to her query rather casually by stating “I’m 24 years old, and you Nixya?” He inquired into her age in turn as the sorceress didn’t look particularly old to him, although with those who used magic it could indeed be rather difficult to tell.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 23:57:47</strong>
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				Nixya smiled, feeling reassured that she could sleep that night and not be rudely awoken by bandits with sour intentions. "I'll try not to get myself into trouble too often." She smiled up at him.<br><br>"Humans are a certain type of problem....Monsters are something completely different" She stated weakly. Her eyes watched her feet, which were covered with leather boots. "If he's still moving about and even alive for that matter, it's best we return to village I came from and get someone more skill at magic..." She eyes wandered the dirt path, going out of her way a little bit to step on leaves that were in her path. <br><br>She stuck her tongue out at him, annoyed. "Not my fault completely that you had to save an incompetent mage." She joked, smiling lightly. "Don't worry, at least I won't blow you up, right?" <br><br>Nixya smiled at Guillamuie. "It's not magical... It's simply myth, superstition." She smiled lightly and nodded. "I think it's working, I'm not dead yet, and I've already been saved once today. I'd like to think it's given me all I need." Her fingers moved to play with it absent mindedly.<br><br>"If it's too hard we can always run away." She joked, she wasn't serious, running away would put her, and probably him, to shame. "You work on coming up with a name for your sword then, personally I like Foeslasher." Nixya stated, tapping her left cheek lightly.<br><br>Nixya stopped in the road and started to head a bit into the forest on the right, a nice enclave was created by five trees, there was what was left of someone elses campfire in the center. "I turned 22 two full moons ago." Nixya stated, placing her bag down a few feet away from the charred pit. "I say we rest here&nbsp; tonight, start up again in the morning. Sound good?" Nixya asked calmly, her eyes watching Guillamue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 06:24:42</strong>
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				Guillaume smiled to her as she assured him she’d try to keep herself out of trouble, “Ah well if I have to be rushing to anyone’s rescue it might as well be a beautiful woman’s.” He noted and winked to her as he remarked “It’s a bit more satisfying than delivering an aged crone or a rotund drunk from their fate.”<br><br>Guillaume grinned slightly “Essentially you don’t think it would be wise for us to attempt to deal with someone conjuring up monsters from another plane eh? Why not? I rather imagine like most people, I simply need to hit him with my sword until he dies.” He asserted in a rather jocular manner as thereafter he added “Besides you said you expected whomever made this particular mess to be in dozens of tiny pieces or other dead did you not?”<br><br>The knight spied her tongue being stuck out at him and replied “Oh well, it could be worse – I could have saved an incompetent mage that assured me that they were really quite excellent at what they did.” He chuckled wryly as he noted “And then found out that they really didn’t have a clue what they were doing at entirely the wrong time. And yea try not to hit me with any of the magic if your casting it. I do prefer the whole not being blow up idea.”<br><br>Guillaume nodded slightly as she explained there was no magic to the amulet, it was just a superstitious charm. “Ah well, I suppose if it helps you sleep easier at night – it doesn’t matter whether its actually magic or not? I rather expect that most such charms and wardings against evil are nothing more than trinkets to give people peace of mind. Give me a sharp sword, that’s the only thing I need to make sure I’m going to make it from one day to the next – well that and a shield and some armor.” He grinned “A good horse never hurts either.”<br><br>The knight snorted “Run away? Never!” He smiled as he noted “I ride only to glory and victory. I shall tolerate nothing less, and given that it’s exactly what I’ll find. I might…strategically withdraw temporarily if appropriate. But no running away.” He chuckled “Well if its magical then I shall have to call it Foeslasher, it does sound fierce doesn’t it?”<br><br>He led his horse along to the clearing that she stopped at. He noted the fire pit and nodded slightly to her as he remarked “Looks like this is as good a place to stop as any.” He nodded to her as she gave her age as he noted “Ah well still lots of time for you to learn more magic eh?” He moved to tether his horse, removing its saddle, armor and bags to unencumber his mount so that it could rest. After spending a while doing so he noted “I suppose we should find some wood for a fire.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 01:07:40</strong>
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				Nixya felt herself blush at his statement of rathering to save a beautiful womans life than someone elses. She turned rather suddenly and pretended to busy herself with her bag as they walked, watching the ground a bit more intently.<br><br>Nixya nodded slightly, her attention on the ground and she satchel. "Yes... Hitting him will work...It's more likely though that their magic ability far surpasses mine...Therefore, he could hurt you very easily, your armor would be useless, you'd feel fire eaten at you from the inside out. You would feel your flesh melting while your armor remains unscathed..." Nixya looked up. "But yes, hit him enough and they will die..." She smirked lightly. "They probably are in a million pieces, but, there is always a chance, though it is small, there still is a chance they survived." Nixya murmured with a sigh.<br><br>Nixya couldn't help but giggle a little bit, she looked at him and shook her head. "I'll try not to blow you up. After all, if I blow you up who will come to my rescue?" She giggled lightly to herself, moving into the enclave they had found.<br><br>The red head simply nodded. "Yes... It is a good place..." She watched him for a moment as he started to&nbsp; make his horse more comforted. Nixya started to busy herself with the fire pit, removing the damp matter in the small crater. She slowly disappeared into the woods without a trace, reappearing about ten minutes later with an arm full of sticks, small branched, dry leaves and some twigs. Her thin fingers went to work placing everything in the pit. "Even with a sword and horse, it's best&nbsp; to have some belief, it makes you stronger doesn't it?" Her mind went to the thought of magic, learning more... Learning each spell risked the learners life, there was always a 25% chance the learning process for the spell would kill them. Nixya knew ten spells, she'd been lucky, she didn't feel the need to risk it anymore. "Maybe I will learn more." She stated solemnly. <br><br>Nixya sat up after having set the wood and dry plant matter to her liking. Her outstretched her right hand towards the fire. Her red hair started to ripple as if wind pulsed around her, her right hand started to glow and she murmured lightly. A decent sized flame erupted from the center of the pit.<br><br>Nixya turned at looked at Guillaume. "So... What now?" She asked calmly-she wasn't sure if they were going to attempt to find food or just pass out, either sounded just fine to her, the brandy still tickled her senses, now making her more sleepy rather than anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 09:10:48</strong>
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				Guillaume grinned as he noticed Nixya blushing as he referred to her as a beautiful woman. He leaned in towards her and lightly murmured “You do look cute when you blush.” His tone was rather teasing as he chuckled softly after remarking on her blush. He offered her a rather sanguine look as she described that if the person had been able to conjure up all these monsters they’d likely be able to do some rather horrid and nasty things to destroy him as well. “Well I’m glad you’re brimming with optimism about our chances. Consumed with magic fire..” He made an unpleasant face and then noted “I’ll just have to find some way to avoid being hit with that.” <br><br>“Well hopefully they are dead then in any case.” He chuckled softly as he noted “Well if you manage to leave me in tiny pieces there will certainly be one less knight to ride to your rescue so you might want to avoid that. That and I rather do prefer not to be consumed with fire or blown up either.”<br><br>He settled his horse and removed its saddle as he tended to it. His eyes turned and watched Nixya move away from the campsite to collect a number of sticks of woods for a fire. He brushed down his horse while she was absent and undid some of his armor. He was still fiddling with various straps when she returned. He smiled to her as he noted “I like most people have many beliefs – honour, courage, the need to help those in need. Everyone believes in something. After all its hard to live while believing nothing.” He heard Nixya state that she may well learn more magic, Guillaume of course knew absolutely nothing about what that involved. Hence he offered a rather casual shrug to her as he noted “Most of us seem to pick up a few things as we get older, I can’t imagine why that should be any different for either of us.”<br><br>The knight watched the fire take as she magically conjured up some flames. He grinned slightly as he noted “Nice trick.” Thereafter, he seemed to consider her inquiry as to ‘what next?’ as he finished removing the metal shell of armor he generally seemed clad in. “Ah well, I was going to have something to eat – are you hungry?” He inquired as he glanced over towards his saddle bag. He grinned slightly “After all if I took the time to grab some brandy to bring along, it’s not like I would have forgotten to bring along food as well. Although I must confess that it shall be nothing particularly fine. I grabbed a couple loaves of bread, a wheel of cheese, a couple coils of sausage and a slab of beef.” He seemed to explain a bit further as he noted “I expected the sausage would keep better than the fresh meat and haven’t a clue when I shall be back so, seemed like a good idea to have enough for a few days travel.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 23:19:31</strong>
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				Nixya sat by the fire, watching him calmly. He'd removed his protective shell and was, more-or-less, exposed in the more-likely-to-be-stabbed sense. Nixya realized she was enjoying the companionship of the intimidating fellow. <br><br>The small red-heads stomach was twisting lightly, the brandy mixing with her stomach acid was not a pleasant feeling. "That would be lovely... I think the brandy needs something to mix with besides a few bits of apple." She stated simply, her fingers trailing over the ground, drawing patterns, then wiping them away quickly.<br><br>A small smile crossed her face as he spoke. "Sausage will keep much better than raw meat... But salted a smoked would keep the best." Her bright eyes glanced up from the patterns she was tracing. "I have a few things but not much, mainly just two more apples and two carrots... I guess I should have packed more." She frowned slightly, standing up. <br><br>Nixya dusted off her skirt and made a small movement towards Guillaume, her eyes watching him casually. "So, shall we?" She asked, glancing at his bags. <br><br>Nixyas mind wandered again; plotting out the next day. Wake up, pack up, for Guillaume-suit up, and head out. The town was less than a four hour walk from where they were at the moment. If they both took the horse, which was unlikely, it would take less than two. The monsters would be hard to be seen during the day; hence why children always check under the bed when their going to sleep at night.<br><br>Nixya snapped back to reality fairly quickly. "How long have you been doing the whole...?" She waved her arm around to imitate a sword fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 23:49:31</strong>
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				Beneath his armor the knight normally wore padded leather as well. That too had been stripped away so that he wore no more now than an undershirt and a rather snug pair of britches. He stretched rather expansively as he removed his armor and ensured it was stacked quite neatly. Beneath all that armor he was a rather well put together fellow. The white shirt he wore, rested against a rather brawny torso comprised of slabs of muscle. Strength naturally was a perquisite to being able to move at all in the rather heavy pile of armor he chose to drag around upon him. But upon closer observation his form was thick at the neck, and his rather massive shoulders taper down in a v formation to his waist. Sweat caused the shirt to cling to his form and the sculpted form of his chest and the ridges of his abdominals could thus be viewed. His arms were powerful and bulged with muscularity. His fingers ran through his hair as he nodded to her “Yes, we should have something to eat then.” He went over to his saddlebags, he produced a thick iron frying pan, some bread and the beef he had mentioned having looted from the kitchens.<br><br>He set the pan down at the edge of the fire by its embers, letting the heat draw to the metal. He retrieved his flask of brandy and poured a measure on it as he idly noted “For flavour.” At that point he remarked “Why don’t you keep an eye on that. Truthfully I’ll likely just wind up burning it. You might fare better.” She was after all female, and they usually knew better about such things. His own abilities generally proved sufficient to ward off starvation but better than that, he was not about to warrant.<br><br>He took another drink from the flask he’d been holding. Thereafter, he smiled as he saw her gestures meant to mimic sword fighting. Guillaume’s eyes couldn’t help but linger on her rather shapely form. His gaze traveled along her as he truly did find the manner in which her bodice thrust her chest forward a horrid distraction which attracted his eyes as surely as honey drew flies. “How long have I been a knight? Or how long have I been training to fight? I’ve been training to fight with weapons and to be a knight since I was just a small boy Nixya, that is the life most boys of noble birth lead. It either be a knight or go to the church, I would have made a rather poor priest.” He grinned slightly to her as he noted “I don’t think I could have handled being chaste, obedient or poor.” He rubbed his chin slightly as he noted “While I have to follow orders a lot of the time as it is, I don’t think I could hack a job that never allowed me to enjoy the comforts of the fairer sex and made being paid badly a virtue.” <br><br>He grinned to her as he noted “But as for how long I’ve properly been a knight. I was knighted when I was seventeen, so I have been a knight now for seven years. Over that period of time, I’ve had the pleasure of fighting in a few tournaments both in the melees and jousting.” He grinned slightly “I managed to win both jousts, which is why you see rather fine armor before you. I sunk most of the money I won into improving my armor, as my uncle didn’t exactly outfit me with the finest money could buy. I’ve also been overly that period of time to war several times, killed a number of men and by all accounts acquitted myself well.”<br><br>He offered her what he hoped to be a rather comforting smile as he sat perched upon a flat stone. “So please don’t fear that I don’t know what I’m doing by virtue of my youth. I’m quite capable as far as knights go. I shall do my utmost to see you safely through whatever dangers may lurk in the vicinity of this town.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 00:41:06</strong>
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				Nixya sat by the fire, prodding it with a stick, watching sparks fly into the air like little pixies. She watched the fire for a while before looking up to the pleasent sight before her. Nixya wasn't used to the sight of young and attractive men. Her life consisted of either old men or books. <br><br>The red head let her eyes linger on Guillaume's figure, her bright orbs snapped to his face once he spoke. She watched him gather a frying pan and some meat. "I probably am the better cook between the two of us." She smirked lightly, he didn't look like the type who could cook. Nixya set to work at the pan, putting in a fair amount of the meat letting it sizzle while she went to fetch her bag. From her bag she took out some carrots and an onion as well as her dagger and started to cut them up into the pan.<br><br>Nixya giggled lightly at what he said about going into the church. "Two jousts?" She looked at him fairly shocked. Nixya had seemed to not realize he was of nobility, it was a fairly obvious thing, after all, he was a knight, yet she still choked slightly on a chunk of carrot she popped into her mouth. "Those whom can give up all the luxuries to be enlightened are not all there," She tapped her head lightly before continuing talking. "or something along those lines..." <br>The red head continued to listen, at the age of 17 Nixya was studying, alone for weeks at a time, locked up in her room at the tower. <br><br>The mage calmly took the stick she'd been using to prod the embers to push the meat and vegtables around the pan, trying to cook it evenly. "I never doubted your ability, dear knight, I was simply curious... Please don't take my curiosities to be doubts on your part..." Nixya moved from the heat of the pan to sit next to him on the rock, her prodding stick still in her hand. "And I shall do the same for you." She smiled sweetly before turning and looking back at the fire. She forced her eyes to the glow for fear that otherwise the aqua eyes would linger on his sturdy figure and handsome face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 08:59:47</strong>
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				Guillaume watched Nixya prodding at the fire as he observed her trying not to be obviously looking at him. He smiled to her as he noted “Oh quite likely.” He agreed that she’d cook a fair bit better than he. After all he was horrible and she’d need to do little to be an improvement. Plus what good was rescuing damsels in distress if they didn’t at least feed you in return? He watched her rather quietly as she tossed in some slice carrots and onion. “Yea, if there is a war going on we usually have cooks its only when you have errands and stuff like this you wind up having to cook.” He stretched slightly as he noted “And I usually avoid it as much as possible.”<br><br>As she looked at him with a measure of disbelief he nodded to her “Yes two jousts! I couldn’t convince my uncle that I was good enough to compete until fairly recently. Everyone kept telling him I should enter and he’d never believe me.” He muttered darkly “Although once the jousting instructor dragged him to the field and forced him to watch he finally relented.” He was after all a night how could he have been anything but a noble? It rather went with the territory after all. He grinned to her as he noted “No kidding! How anyone could give up having anything that’s comfortable or nice is beyond me. Then they want you to give up women too..its utter craziness. My uncle wanted me to be a monk because it would have been cheaper for him. Although I told him, I’d get kicked out of a monastery within a week as I’d make a point of breaking every single one of their rules.”<br><br>He watched her cooking using a stick as a utensil, he knew he’d forgotten something. For future reference he noted that something more than a dagger might be useful to cook with. He nodded slightly “Oh I just wanted to assure you that I would protect you.” He smiled to her as he noted “If you want to know anything else I’d be happy to tell you. As I said I’m good at jousting, although truthfully I’ve always thought I was a bit better with a sword.” He watched her sit down beside him. He leaned in towards her as he grinned slightly “Why I’d never doubt your abilities unless we were under attack when you were sleeping. You seemed like you needed to work on that.”<br><br>With that teasing comment made a large hand reached towards her, his hand sought to slide across her cheek and toy with a few locks of reddish hair. Thereafter, he’d rather gently turn her head towards his own. He smiled to her as he murmured “I don’t want to wait till we get to town.” He leaned in towards her and let his lips press to her own, kissing her rather firmly. His mouth sought to devour her own, as his hungry seemed to turn from that which originated in his stomach to other portions of his anatomy. His other hand sought to rest upon her side, as he kissed her rather deeply, seeking to draw her in closer towards him as he locked his lips with her own.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 22:21:47</strong>
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				Nixya smiled lightly as he spoke about his uncle, there wasn't much for her to say in response to it besides a soft smile. When the subject turned to her sleeping incident. An angry face fell upon her as she looked at him, glaring slightly, sticking her tongue out at him before crossed her arms and facing the fire again. <br>She watched the fire contently until she felt his warm, rough hands brush across her face as he played with the fire strands near her face. Nixya felt her heart skip around, she froze, unsure of what response would be appropriate. Her face was moved towards his, her eyes looked up at him, his smile relaxed her some, but her chest continued pounding as he quietly spoke. As he leaned close and kissed her firmly her arms loosened, her thin fingers moved towards his head, her fingers lacing in with his hair.<br>As Guillaume moved his hand to her side she slowly parted her lips, moving her tongue to his lips. Her fingers played with his hair slowly, her other hand moved to his face, touching his cheek lightly, her fingers slowly trailing down to his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 07:23:10</strong>
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				Guillaume seemed rather accurately aware that Nixya didn’t seem wholly accustomed to being in the company of men such as he. He certainly wasn’t the worst of the sort, after all he had managed to look away from the heaving form of her chest for quite a while. He was of the opinion he deserved a medal for that. However, he was aware she was rather nervous about what he was doing. Although he got the impression she wasn’t displeased by his advance. He felt the touch of her fingers slipping into his dark hair as he kissed her. He leaned in towards her as his lips pressed against her own.<br><br>He felt the gentle stroke of her tongue as he kissed her, his lips brushed against her own. His arms sought to slip about her waist, letting the thick forms of his arms encircle her in their tight embrace. He grinned slightly while slipping his arms about her, as he’d seek rather immediately to lift her from where she sat and thereafter to deposit her upon his lap.<br><br>He felt her hand straying down along his chest, and his own hand soon strayed along her back. His fingers pressed to the small of her back and then caressed upwards along her form. His other hand would move to press against the curve of her thigh. His hand slipped along the supple turn of it, while he leaned his head down towards her, so that his forehead rested against her own. His warm breath fell upon her, as blue eyes regarded her for a rather long moment. Thereafter, his lips returned to hers, kissing her rather ferverently as his mouth tasted the sweetness that lingered upon them. He smiled to her as he murmured into her lips “I was only kidding about the sleeping thing..”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 06:18:29</strong>
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				Nixya couldn't help but let out a small gasp as he lifted her onto his lap. The shock faded quickly as her hands and fingers traced about her back and her thigh. Small electrical impulses surged through her at his touch. Each brush from his fingers caused goose bumps to rise on her arms. Guillaume looked at her for a moment, his forehead against hers, his gorgeous blue eyes watching her. A smile arose on Nixya's face at the attention, the approval of sorts.<br><br>Oh if Nixya could know what was running through his mind! What he was thinking, what he desired. If only she knew what she even desired at that moment. A million thoughts surfaced but all of them seemed foreign or wrong even. Her bright eyes watched him back, pleading to know what was going on behind his liquid eyes. His lips soon returned to hers, kissing her suddenly, Nixya kissed back, her fingers moving about his back, trailing in simple patterns. Her fingers started to glow with a dull white shade as she touched him, her fingers becoming cold like ice as she ran them down his spine, once they reached the base of his spine they turned an orange shade, warming up to the feel of warmth. <br><br>Nixya smirked as he spoke on her lips. Her mind was fuzzy, unclear of what to say, how to respond to such a statement? 'I know'? 'Really?'. Nixya had assumed he was kidding from the tone he used and the faces he made, that and only some completely daft would dare cross a mage. Nixya decided her smile and a slight nod would do enough. <br><br>A light sizzle came from behind Nixya, their food was going to start to burn. "I should go take care of that." She muttered quietly back onto his soft, moist, lips. Her hips and buttocks didn't move from his lap, for some reason she couldn't break away from where she sat,looking back into his eyes, her lips barely brushing against his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 00:01:39</strong>
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				Guillaume felt her settle upon his lap, the pleasant and slight weight of his form pressed down upon him. The curve of her bottom brushing against him and her body leaning in against his chest delighted him. Blue eyes regarded her as an easy smile graced his lips. His hand rose to her cheek stroking along its form as they kissed. Soon his fingers were playing in that fiery hued hair. Her silken strands slipped between his fingers as he indulged himself in toying with them while his lips lingered against her own. That Nixya had smiled and responded to his lips with her own in turn seemed to encourage him. Although some part of hi likely wondered about the advisability of involving himself even in the slightest with a magic caster, on the other hand certain parts of his body with a great deal of influence were certainly responding positively to the feel of her against him. <br><br>Guillaume noticed the rather pleading look that Nixya gave him and he seemed uncertain what to make of it. His head tilted slightly as he murmured “Is something wrong Nixya?” Although as she kissed him and then her fingers traveled along his back with an iciness to her touch a gasp would escape his lips as a shiver traveled through him. The sensation then seemed to change to one of warmth which felt rather relaxing as it slide over the strong form of his back. He grinned to her as he inquired “Any other interesting tricks like that oh mighty sorceress?” His tone was fairly teasing as his lips pressed against the graceful arch of her neck. He’d let them slip along that form rather attentively pausing only to nip lightly against her skin. “As I rather think I could get used to that kind of magic.”<br><br>He heard her remark that she should take care of something, by this point he’d naturally forgotten entirely about food so he seemed almost startled by the notion that she needed to attend to it. “Oh right..yes you should take care of that.” His nose would soon identify that the food was more or less done. His stomach growled to express its hunger along as he felt Nixya still resting atop of him, his stomach was hardly the source of the appetite which at the moment he most wished to sate. He watched her leaning over to deal with it, and with a slight grin gracing his lips his hand slide down along her side and his fingers would move to slip about and tightly squeeze the curve of her arse as she remained sitting upon him still.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 21:05:45</strong>
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				"No, nothing is wrong... Just, dazed, I suppose is the best word." She smiled at as he comment on the magic. "Various things... Not much else would be of great amusement I suppose..." She felt his fingers slide under her and squeeze her buttocks, she couldn't help but spring off of his lap. "If you wanted me off so bad, you could have asked," She teased, moving towards the sizzling food. With a small movement of her fingers and a few words the fire vanished, and steam rose from the ashes. Any cooking that still needed to be done would have no problem cooking in the already piping hot pan. As the fire was extinguished, so was all light. <br><br>"We should wait a while for the pan to cool," She stated calmly, a small ball of fire rising from her open palm to float above her skin. "I doubt that you have a candle?" She stated, moving slowly back next to him. The decision to stand was made because they would never get to eating their food till it was cold and full of bugs. The fireball danced on her hand, the light flicker over their faces. "It was stupid to completely put that out." She stated in sudden realization. At this point she sat down next to Guillaume again, pushing leaves and twigs away from a patch of dirt, where she set the small ball of fire. Her attention turned back to Guillaume. "I'll get it going again after the pan has cooled." Nixya leaned back, resting her hands behind her, her eyes looking calmly at the miniature fire in front of her. She was a failure when it came to being outside of the tower, always uncertain and constantly scatterbrained, she now had the realization that if Guillaume hadn't come about, she'd have been long gone.<br><br>Her eyes turned to Guillaume, along with the rest of her body, her fingers glowing orange yet again she reached out for his face and touched it softly. "I owe you my life." She muttered, leaning closer. Her lips made contact with his, her fingers moving to his hair, intertwining her fingers and his dark strands. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sword Across Troubled Waters   [[Xanaphia &amp; Methos]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:20:50</strong>
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				Guillaume had nodded slightly as she confirmed that nothing was wrong. He offered her a faint smile as she indicated none of her other magical tricks would prove particularly interesting to him. ‘Want you off?” He seemed rather puzzled as she scooted off his lap. He protested “I don’t want you off..” He mumbled “That’s not what I was wanting at all.” He watched her moved to tend to the food that had been cooking. He watched rather patiently although it would be rather evident that he could easily have forgotten all about the food and concentrated on the red haired woman on his lap.<br><br>Guillaume was dimly aware that he really was rather hungry as it had been a rather long day of riding. Not to mention the fact that slaying a number of hooligans caused one to work up something of an appetite. He shook his head to her as he responded “No I don’t have a candle. Will it take long for the pan to cool?” His eyes regarded her curiously as she commented that she regretted putting the fire entirely out. He chuckled softly as he noted “Always good to have a small fire going at night. It gives you some light and warmth at night.” He watched the small fire the sorceress had conjured up and then set down among the twigs that she’d gathered together. He grinned slightly and inquired “You haven’t traveled all that much have you Nixya?” He offered her a rather reassuring smile as he noted “But don’t worry these things start to be rather easy to pick up once you’ve been on the road for a little while.”<br><br>The knight felt the hot touch of her fingers. Those warm digits stroked over his skin as he smiled to her. He protested “I only did what I have promised to do Nixya. Uphold the law, protect the vulnerable.” Guillaume smiled as he looked at her with blue eyes fixed upon her features. He didn’t seem about to discourage any measure of gratitude that developed in her, after all he couldn’t disagree that things would have gone badly for her had he not appeared upon the scene. He murmured “But if there has been a life I’m happy to have saved it would be yours Nixya.” He felt the touch of her lips against his own and his head tilted and leaned in towards her to respond in kind. His mouth pressed hungrily to her own as he felt her fingers twining in his hair. The strong form of his arm would slip about her waist to pull her close to him. He kissed her rather eagerly, as his fingers trailed along the side of her body. Straying along that curved form his hand explored her. Blue eyes flickered along her features as his mouth hungered for her own.&nbsp; Softly his voice murmured “Nixya…”<br>
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