A Fighter's Story
Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 2:43 am
(open RP )
Juliana wanders through the forests occasionally fighting a pack of wolves appearing uninterested in anything. Stopping to fight a mage skeleton while barely paying attention to it, she walks away leaving the coins not even stopping at the river to bath as usual after a fight. She walks into Trolls Bane only to get more food in order to leave out again. When seeing someone, she nods but quickly leaves remaining quiet as her troubling thoughts seem to distract her totally from her surroundings.
Her mercenary days are gone with Cromwell leaving. After the problem with the Temple, she would never fight for them again. She shudders still thinking of what happened with Davien. It was all her fault too. Her gullibility when she first arrived on Gobaith, she should have known better at the time, after all, she had worked for Kings and Nobels in thier secret plans for their Kingdoms. She should have never joined the temple those first days of arrival, at least should have found out more about it before the mark was permanently etched on her forehead. Sighing she stops at the edge of the forest to look across the sea, the blue of the waves making her emerald green eyes shine with a distant light as a sadness slowly grows in her heart.
Remembering those early days, a slight sigh escapes as she whispers "Rory, Dain, Retlak, Alexander"... she sits on the grass with her back to the forest uncaring if anything comes to attack, her swords remaining in their sheaths as her thoughts wander. Juliana remembered the secrets Dain whispered to her.. things not known by most others, places to see, the excitement of secretly meeting and planning. When she found out from Rory that her plans.. the revenge she sought... the reason she came to Gobaith in the first place was all gone, the hollowness inside her mixed with a relief was almost too much to take. With a sigh and shaking her head, the grin widens "I almost ended it there" as she chuckles.
Her memory then turns to the man who made her quite angry at first. Mumbling under her breath "little girl" as she shook her head at the distant thoughts. He called her that...how angry that made her, she tried to fight him and he just kept moving in a circle, around trees, to her back, only occasionally fighting back. Sitting on the grass, a softness comes over her face as her memories form of the good times they had.. she thought of him as a pirate, even though he wasn't one. She had no idea what Alexander did, nor did she ask. They fought bandits together, and he taught her much more then she already knew of the sword. Then one day, he was no more...he had left for good. Laying down on her side she reaches one hand into the sea watching the ripples in the water as the sadness again comes back reaching deep into her eyes.
Even though he was gone, she continued to train, still wanting to be strong, hoping one day to see him again until the view of his face finally dimmed in her memory.. the words and his voice disappeared from her mind as other times and events took over.
Splashing the water with her hand, a chuckle erupts from her lips as another memory emerges. She remembered the first time she met Magnus. So ill she could barely see him, not even able to stand as he promptly started to heal her. She stayed with him, it seemed like for days while healing, as he made sure she had plenty to eat and gave her a haven to rest in. The talks they had were wonderful, she had no idea this caring, kind, fun person had such a history. Shaking her head, Juliana abruptly stands and without a backward glance, turns toward Trolls Bane whispering "Ahhh Magnus, we seemed to always meet at the wrong times of my life"
Walking to the east gate she stops inside and turns to the dimly lit corner as she whispers "Davien". They had started out training, as she tried to help him with his sword. Those were good days. His banter at first irritating to her, then later expected, even wanted, was still missed. The time she was alone turned from waiting and training, to talking and planning their next adventure, she no longer was alone, in fact had found herself caring deeply for him, Juliana would give up her life for him and knew he would for her also, even now. Those early days were exciting and her heart grew soft as she thought of him more and more as "her Elf". With eyes gradually becoming damp with unshed tears, her thoughts take her to harder times, all they had done lately was fight...more so with each other...had she changed that much, or had he? She just wasn't sure of anything anymore and had tried a very long time to figure it out. Shaking her head she mumbles quietly "I am not good with anything but to fight and train Davien."
Trying to remember the crazy thoughts she had when he was gone she shivers slightly. Still not sure of all that happened, only knowing her sword was bloody and that Dain had come back, partially because of her, she whispers "some memories are best forgotten" as she turns from the gate house to walk to her depot.
To her chagrin there were lots of people at Eliza's as she made way to her depot trying hurriedly to get food. Grinning as she spies Magnus again, with a little banter whispered back and forth, she agreed to kiss him wondering if it would be the last time she saw him.
Finally making her way out the east gate, her travels took her north. He was still there, in the same spot she had seen him before. Sitting on the log, looking at his daggers laying by his side. He may be the one, as she begins to speak in a low voice of her long history even though her age of 20 might deny it. Her story was of a little girl in a remote village on the mainland that grew up looking for revenge along with adventures on the mainland then arrival on Gobaith, the scar on her forehead going down to the top of her ear always a reminder of those long ago days.
"I don't want my enemies to have the satisfaction, the ones I have fought so long. I have outgrown any purpose, I am no longer needed by anyone, or anything, it is time" She takes off her armor leaving a thin shirt and her leather trousers, keeping her serinjah's in their sheaths as she turns her head down looking to the fire. "Breanna, stop feeling sorry for yourself" was his main reasoning. She tried to impress on him that her days were done, what did he want her to do, be a craftsman, a priest... all she knew how to do was fight, and she no longer wanted to be alone like she was long ago. Even her threats with a dagger didn't help sway him but the more he spoke, the more confused she was. "If you don't want your enemies to have you, then you do still care" Wanting him to have one thing of hers in hopes he would finally agree she whispered "call me Juliana".
Juliana wanders through the forests occasionally fighting a pack of wolves appearing uninterested in anything. Stopping to fight a mage skeleton while barely paying attention to it, she walks away leaving the coins not even stopping at the river to bath as usual after a fight. She walks into Trolls Bane only to get more food in order to leave out again. When seeing someone, she nods but quickly leaves remaining quiet as her troubling thoughts seem to distract her totally from her surroundings.
Her mercenary days are gone with Cromwell leaving. After the problem with the Temple, she would never fight for them again. She shudders still thinking of what happened with Davien. It was all her fault too. Her gullibility when she first arrived on Gobaith, she should have known better at the time, after all, she had worked for Kings and Nobels in thier secret plans for their Kingdoms. She should have never joined the temple those first days of arrival, at least should have found out more about it before the mark was permanently etched on her forehead. Sighing she stops at the edge of the forest to look across the sea, the blue of the waves making her emerald green eyes shine with a distant light as a sadness slowly grows in her heart.
Remembering those early days, a slight sigh escapes as she whispers "Rory, Dain, Retlak, Alexander"... she sits on the grass with her back to the forest uncaring if anything comes to attack, her swords remaining in their sheaths as her thoughts wander. Juliana remembered the secrets Dain whispered to her.. things not known by most others, places to see, the excitement of secretly meeting and planning. When she found out from Rory that her plans.. the revenge she sought... the reason she came to Gobaith in the first place was all gone, the hollowness inside her mixed with a relief was almost too much to take. With a sigh and shaking her head, the grin widens "I almost ended it there" as she chuckles.
Her memory then turns to the man who made her quite angry at first. Mumbling under her breath "little girl" as she shook her head at the distant thoughts. He called her that...how angry that made her, she tried to fight him and he just kept moving in a circle, around trees, to her back, only occasionally fighting back. Sitting on the grass, a softness comes over her face as her memories form of the good times they had.. she thought of him as a pirate, even though he wasn't one. She had no idea what Alexander did, nor did she ask. They fought bandits together, and he taught her much more then she already knew of the sword. Then one day, he was no more...he had left for good. Laying down on her side she reaches one hand into the sea watching the ripples in the water as the sadness again comes back reaching deep into her eyes.
Even though he was gone, she continued to train, still wanting to be strong, hoping one day to see him again until the view of his face finally dimmed in her memory.. the words and his voice disappeared from her mind as other times and events took over.
Splashing the water with her hand, a chuckle erupts from her lips as another memory emerges. She remembered the first time she met Magnus. So ill she could barely see him, not even able to stand as he promptly started to heal her. She stayed with him, it seemed like for days while healing, as he made sure she had plenty to eat and gave her a haven to rest in. The talks they had were wonderful, she had no idea this caring, kind, fun person had such a history. Shaking her head, Juliana abruptly stands and without a backward glance, turns toward Trolls Bane whispering "Ahhh Magnus, we seemed to always meet at the wrong times of my life"
Walking to the east gate she stops inside and turns to the dimly lit corner as she whispers "Davien". They had started out training, as she tried to help him with his sword. Those were good days. His banter at first irritating to her, then later expected, even wanted, was still missed. The time she was alone turned from waiting and training, to talking and planning their next adventure, she no longer was alone, in fact had found herself caring deeply for him, Juliana would give up her life for him and knew he would for her also, even now. Those early days were exciting and her heart grew soft as she thought of him more and more as "her Elf". With eyes gradually becoming damp with unshed tears, her thoughts take her to harder times, all they had done lately was fight...more so with each other...had she changed that much, or had he? She just wasn't sure of anything anymore and had tried a very long time to figure it out. Shaking her head she mumbles quietly "I am not good with anything but to fight and train Davien."
Trying to remember the crazy thoughts she had when he was gone she shivers slightly. Still not sure of all that happened, only knowing her sword was bloody and that Dain had come back, partially because of her, she whispers "some memories are best forgotten" as she turns from the gate house to walk to her depot.
To her chagrin there were lots of people at Eliza's as she made way to her depot trying hurriedly to get food. Grinning as she spies Magnus again, with a little banter whispered back and forth, she agreed to kiss him wondering if it would be the last time she saw him.
Finally making her way out the east gate, her travels took her north. He was still there, in the same spot she had seen him before. Sitting on the log, looking at his daggers laying by his side. He may be the one, as she begins to speak in a low voice of her long history even though her age of 20 might deny it. Her story was of a little girl in a remote village on the mainland that grew up looking for revenge along with adventures on the mainland then arrival on Gobaith, the scar on her forehead going down to the top of her ear always a reminder of those long ago days.
"I don't want my enemies to have the satisfaction, the ones I have fought so long. I have outgrown any purpose, I am no longer needed by anyone, or anything, it is time" She takes off her armor leaving a thin shirt and her leather trousers, keeping her serinjah's in their sheaths as she turns her head down looking to the fire. "Breanna, stop feeling sorry for yourself" was his main reasoning. She tried to impress on him that her days were done, what did he want her to do, be a craftsman, a priest... all she knew how to do was fight, and she no longer wanted to be alone like she was long ago. Even her threats with a dagger didn't help sway him but the more he spoke, the more confused she was. "If you don't want your enemies to have you, then you do still care" Wanting him to have one thing of hers in hopes he would finally agree she whispered "call me Juliana".