Redblade quickly places a hand on the door to try and hold it open to just make one last request to the Magi.
"I am interested in the arcane arts!"
Hoping his words would be heard, Redblade stares at Alex's back.
"I do not care if you give me a roof to stay in or not, but I am searching for a master in the arts of dark magic."
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::The door stops closing as the dark man halts in his departure. He speaks again, but without turning to face the man in the doorway.::
"Dark Magick, you say?
Such Arts are feared by many for the simple fact that they exist. Practitioners often shunned and even assaulted for displaying such Talents. A more difficult Path into the study of Magick would be hard to find."
::He turns now to look once again into the eyes of this stranger in the doorway.::
"Tell me. Why would you pursue such a Path, knowing that it would most likely lead to your death?"
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
I don't fear death... I've lost everyone I could ever have loved, leaving me with no bonds to hold onto. One can only become stronger losing all fear. I care not what others think of me. Death is only another life awaiting.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::There was a pause as the man simply looked at this person on his doorstep. Still studying what he saw. Probing for potential that could lay hidden within.
Finally a response came.::
"A man without fear is a simpleton. Strength comes not from the absence of fear, but from what one does in its presence. A lesson you would do to learn well, should you be taken on here.
You say you have nothing to lose, and do not fear death. We shall see how accurate your boasts are, childe.
Garris, find this boy a place to lay his head for the evening. The stables should suffice, I think.
Tomorrow we shall test his worth."
::Garris flinched at being addressed, but knew enough not to question. He steps away from the door momentarily to return with a lit lantern. The dark man leaves without another word as Garris steps outside, closing the door behind him.::
"Follow me, if you will. And mind your step."
::Garris leads you around the side of the building, through a small garden with stepping stones to place your feet. Around back, you see a small courtyard with a fountain at its center. Off in one corner is an even small set of stables. Perhaps large enough to house only a handful of mounts reserved for prominent members or visiting guests. Any other needs for mounts were met through the city stables.
He leads you past a couple occupied stalls, then a few empty but clean ones. Finally, he stops before the last stall. The faint light from the lantern, coupled with the smell tell you that this one had yet to be cleaned since its last guest.::
"Here you are, sir. I trust this will do for the evening."
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
A sign of relief appeared on the masked man's face as the Magi somewhat accepted him.
Thank you. I will not fail you.
He salutes him as he did before, watching the door close in front of him. He gladly follows Harris to the Stables to his not so clean stall. He raises an eyebrow at Garris.
Garris, you are one evil man, but that's okay. One day you will remember this, when you'll be calling me Master. Nevertheless, thanks either way. I shall see you in the morning.
Redblade walks over to which ever corner seemed cleaner and began to lay down to get some sleep.
Good night Garris.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::Garris left with naught a word, taking with him all but the faintest of light that mangaged to break through the surrounding trees to shine through the slotted windows of Redblade's "room".
Given this man's attitude, Garris was for once awaiting the the test's Master Ravenhurst would put him through. He would have to make it a point to be on duty when they happened.
So Redblade was left to darkness and stench. With his sight hampered, it took a few tries to find an acceptable corner to lay in. Even then, there was not much space.
Morning came early, and Redblade found himself woken by the sounds of the animals in the stalls around him and voices coming from the courtyard area he had seen the night before.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
After a long needed rest, although it wasn't as pleasant as he would have preferred, he tried his best to not take in the stench he was in. He got on his feet and stretched his arms and legs before walking out oif his room. Taking in the sight around him, he awaited the Magi or the Garris to return for him to start his training. He did not want to be caught snooping around.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::The voices were those of a pair of servants, stablehands by the look of them and the fact that they were heading towards you. They seemed to be in a good mood, one even had an extra apple for his favorite steed. They gave you a curious look, but don't address you as they go about their business mucking stalls.
As time winds away, they make their way down the line, cleaning each stall with great care as they go. They are about halfway done.
Eventually others can be seen exiting the back of the Manor. Men and women both, of various ages and dressed in robes of assorted colors. (Blues, Greens, Blacks, Etc...) Some enjoy the quiet, alone, perhaps finishing their morning meal. Others chat for a few in small groups, before heading back inside. None approach you.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Redblade's stomach growled as he saw others eating their meals that looked delicious. He just kept looking around as he awaited, studying the people that worked there and kept the place nice and neat. Once most go back inside, he begins to work out on his own,getting ready for his tests, doing different types of exercises.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::The Stablehands give you an odd look as they see you working out in the stables. They hasten their work, but steer clear of the stall they had seen you exit when they came out. When fisinshed with every stall but yours, they hang up their equipment and begin to head back towards the house.
People continue to come and go from the back of the house. Occasionally you can hear windows opening to great the morning air.
It was now getting towards noon, and still no one has come for you.::
Last Edit: Apr 1, 2014 15:24:53 GMT -5 by Alexander
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
As the time went by, he began to wonder if they had forgotten about him. If he was hungry before, he was even more now. Why did they not clean his stall, which really needed it. Did he smell that bad? He lifted his arms up, smelling himself in disgust. Yeah he needed a bath. He sat down and continued waiting. They would come for him sooner or later he thought.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::The sun was at its highest in the sky when the sound of footsteps could be heard on the stone of the courtyard heading towards the stables. They stopped just outside as the voice of the man from the night before called out.::
"Master Viette, are you ready to begin?"
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Although he had not had a proper meal yet to do any kind of training, he had a lot of energy in him to prove the Magi he was worth training.
Yes I am. What do we begin with?
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::Alexander's nose wrinkled as his possible new student emerged from the stables.::
"God's, childe, did you not sleep in a clean stall at least? You smell as though you rolled in the filth."
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Unfortunately, Garris doesn't seem to be so fond of me. As a matter of fact, neither of your servants know how to treat a guest. All stalls were cleaned but the one I was placed in. I think all these animals have been treated better than I have. They have been fed and cleaned. Im sure anybody else would have left already for getting such a poor treatment, but I myself could care less. I am not here for their care and treatment. I am here to learn magic.
Plus I figure you ordered them to avoid me as part of your training. I'm sure they would have either called the authorities to lock me up for breaking in or had your students kick me out, but they seemed like they were aware I was a guest to not even ask what a total stranger was doing in the stall. Am I correct?
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"