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Thread: As the Gods Will It (DudeGuy and Sorrows Solace)

The woman kept her attention on the blade, stopping the smooth passes with a final spin, placing it down on the small table. It was vaguely disturbing, the sense of right she felt holding a weapon, and she knew deep down that it did not simply come from her work as a smith. Her dreams, the vague instinct when holding a knife or sword, and her scars all pointed to her past life being in the realms of being a warrior. That was also why her present life seemed to chafe so, with the marks of battle she had to travel often, though she did not know her age. The half-elf smiled faintly, lightly touching the hilt of a sword strapped to her side, the blade had been found with her and it felt very strange to not have it at her side. ??I understand, though I wish I could share my experiences of such matters. To me it would feel as if I was unable to use a limb to be without the sword I carry. Is it the same for you?? she asked, and nodded at her statement. ??Very well, I will be here.? She commented, looking over the blade ??A word of caution. To have a blade sharpened too many times over the course of the years can wear the metal down, making the blade useless. If there are enchantments on the blade that is not a danger, it is a thing to think of if that is not the case.? She commented, tone professional once more as the faintly befuddled look filled her eyes. She placed the sword down once more, about the state her farewell so she could get to work. Looking at the woman as she walked away she saw her customer pause and frowned as she shuffled backwards. What happened next occurred very quickly. The table the half-elf stood behind was sturdily made but it was not very heavy and she lifted it into the air to strike against the woman??s leg and deposit her on the ground if she was not fast enough. In nearly the same moment she plucked the woman??s long sword from the air and her knees bent into a readied stance, the blade drawn from it??s leather scabbard and pointed at her, the half-elf??s grey eyes cool, grip on the sword hilt sure and firm.
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The customer had almost been caught off guard by the table. If she hadn't been able to see the half-elf strike it, she would have been flat on her stomach now, and in a completely disadvantageous position. Her reflexes were just barely fast enough to allot her proper time to react. She kicked off of the table and roll forward onto her shoulder. When she landed, she was facing the smith, watching as she skillfully grabbed the weapon and landed ready to strike if need be. Those actions told her a multitude of things. First, it let her know that this woman was no stranger to combat. She knew how to use her environment to her advantage. Secondly, it told her that the smith was a cool and level headed individual. The woman was waiting to see what would happen next before taking any further actions. And most importantly - it was more than obvious that the half-elf was excellent with a sword in hand. No. . .not excellent, she may have been a master. The traveler stood upright, dusting her hands off on her slacks. I'm sorry, I get a bit too curious for my own good at times. Seeing the way you handled the weapon made me think that you had a lot of experience handling swords. I see now that a lot is a gross understatement. You say that it would feel as if you were unable to use a limb but I think you know exactly what it's like. It's nothing like not being able to use a limb, rather, it's like not having that limb at all, the woman said, extending a hand to help the half-elf stand. Truly, I must apologize once more. I hope you can forgive me for being so impolite. To merely offer an apology after doing such a thing didn't seem to be adequate. She would have to do something extra nice, to make up for being such a terrible customer.
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To merely offer an apology after doing such a thing didn't seem to be adequate. She would have to do something extra nice, to make up for being such a terrible customer. The half elf blinked, watching the woman roll in the air and smiled faintly, feeling strangely impressed. Her customer had swift reflexes and the instinct to be ready to continue to fight, she was obviously a veteran of the field and it gave the woman a quiet sense of kinship to realize that. It was a good thing to be able to relate that instinct and the distinction that came with having memories of battle even if she could not recall her own life. Part of her wanted to offer a quick duel, to take the measure of both their skills, but she had no idea what she could do and was still faintly confused as to how her body could well remember this so well. It was vaguely disturbing to think of how long she had been a warrior to be able to react the way she did. She raised a brow at the woman??s words and shrugged, sheathing the longs word once more ??I do not know what experience I have, only that handling weapons is second nature to me. To be without the sword on my hip feels strange, as if a piece of me is gone. The sword is an extension of one??s being, and it is disturbing to not know much more then that.? She replied and took her hand to shake it in s firm grip. ??There is nothing to be forgiven for it was truly an interesting diversion. Might I have your name?? she asked.
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The traveler was relieved to see the way that the smith replied to her actions. Instead of pursuing combat, she understood what was done and even seemed to understand why it had been done. To her, that said a lot about her character. Honestly, not a lot was expected on the part of the drifter, but she was admittedly and thoroughly surprised by the half-elf blacksmith in more ways than one. And though there were no ill feelings held, it would still be polite to do something nice for this person after such behavior. You may call me Corvo, the eye-patch wearing woman said, firmly shaking the hand of her new acquaintance. Your skill is most impressive, undoubtedly worthy of praise. Keep a blade at your side at all times if, for no other reason, than to feel wholeness. I'm sure it will aid you in the future. . . her voice trailed off, her way of asking the black smith for her name. Corvo traveled often and never knew when she would find herself where. There was a good chance that she would be returning to this village more often now that had found something interesting here.
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The half-elf turned the table back to its normal state with a simple heft and laid the blade upon it. The brief foray into combat made her feel awake and alive and a faint smile rested on her face. It was not often that that instinct returned to her and it left the mixed feeling of interest and confusion, fortunately more eagerness and interest this time around. ??I am called Sarathya. Those in the village called me ??Lost One? during my recovery. Later the name was suggested by a passing Elf, it means ??Seeker of the Path??. I have no memory of my life before the past year and more, it seemed to suit my state.? She replied with a light shrug. She watched Corvo and nodded slowly ??Perhaps it will, thought I feel weapons can cause misery as well.? She mused, voice quiet as she began to gather whetstone, oil and cloth to start her work.
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Corvo could certainly see how such light and simple action drastically seemed to improve her mood. The whole time that she had seen the half-elf, she seemed to be happiest when she was handling the long sword. Just a small taste of combat seemed to be enough to make her want even more. Sarathya, as she had introduced herself, was a warrior. It seemed as if her path was lost to her along with her memory. Such a thing was quite sad. To not know who you are had to have been a difficult think to say the very least. That could very well be true. With a sword, you could slaughter this village without question. Or, should something happen, you could pick up the very same blade to defend the life of every single man, woman, and child in this village. Would such a gesture cause misery for those people, or, would it bring them joy, Corvo said, heading for the door. She wanted to make Sarathya think long and hard about the matter. Wield your sword for the greater good and I'm sure you'll be able to find the things that you seek.
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Perhaps it was the surge of adrenaline that had not yet faded from her veins but the smile still rested on the woman??s face, finding herself wanting to use the sword she carried in a test against the woman??s own blade. It would be a test of skill, allowing her to satisfy her own curiosity of whatever prowess she possessed. The woman watched Corvo a long moment, eyes unreadable before she nodded ??Sound advice. I would not bring harm to this village, not after they aided me so. I would rather defend, if I was able.? She replied simply, sitting down as she began to sharpen the blade unable to get rid of the nagging sense of familiarity as she worked.
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I am quite sure you will be capable of doing just that. I'll leave you to your work now, Corvo said, bowing slightly before slipping out of the building. She moved back out onto the streets of the village. She'd visit the local apothecary in order to purchase some potions and tonics for her continuing journey. It always payed to have many of each on hand, as one could never know when they would need such things. A traveler? It was rare to see them here in the village. The last person who had come to the village that hadn't lived here all of their life was the elf who suggested a name for Sarathya. The elf was here for a little more than an hour, only stopping because. . .well, he didn't really know. Not that it really mattered anyway. Rios was the name of this young man. He was one of the many proud protectors of this village of Coldspring. A summoner to be more precise. Though he didn't have any physical abilities himself, he was more than capable of directing his summons in battle. His strength was of great help to this village, the few times that it was needed that was. Rios was the man who found the strange, bloodied half-elf a little more than a year ago. Since then, he had checked in on her often, out of genuine concern to make sure that she was doing well. He was best described as a simple fellow. He was five foot eleven in height, not the tallest or most formidable man you would meet. His body was toned from working out in the fields on the small farm that he and his family lived on just on the edge of the village. Rios' skin was lightly tanned from being out in the sun, the hue of it matching perfectly with his short dark brown hair. Thankfully, he took a moment to clean himself up before he left the farm to come out of town, pulling on a clean white cotton shirt, a pair of brown trousers, and a pair of stitched loafers. He passed by, nodding a friendly hello to Corvo before stepping into the smithy. As soon as he entered, he could see that something had happened here. Perhaps something with the traveler? Whatever the case, Sarathya seemed to be in a good mood. Women thoroughly confused him most of the time, and figuring out their logic? Near impossible. So long as she was in a good mood though he guessed. You seem to be hard at work. Perhaps I should come and visit another time, he said as he joined Sarathya at the side of the table.
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??Very well, I will see you again, Corvo.? She replied and watched her walk away, returning to her work. She passed the whetstone carefully over the blade, carefully smoothing out the chips. Next she sharpened the blade and oiled it to a high gleam. A movement in the doorway made her look up and she blinked seeing Rios, one of the young men of the farming regions near the village, and the young man that had found her after her injury. Smiling faintly, she continued her work ??Not at all. What do you need young Rios?? she asked, watching him. The Day Before Quewyn Kruger usually liked forests, but she was starting to dislike this one. For one thing, she was lost secondly she was running out of rations and couldn??t really hunt unless she managed to sneak up on an animal without making it flee away from her. So it was little surprise that she wanted to get out as soon as possible, find a village and regain her bearings. It didn??t seem to be in the cards because a loud crack sounded behind her, followed by a shuddering growl. Red eyes gleamed from the underbrush and the girl found herself facing a wild and rabid boar. It pawed and stomped at the ground, before charging. Letting out a yelp of fear, Wyn fled, apparently being rabid overrode the sheer terror animals, and boars were nasty creatures at times. She was a quick runner, emboldened by fear and the sound of the boar faded before she realized it was gone, or that she was falling down a hill. Rolling and bouncing a few times knocked the breath from her and she felt a moment of weightlessness before hitting the ground with a crash that rattled her senses. Blinking she found herself looking up from her position in a deep pit to the star studded sky. It was much too high for her to climb out of and when she tried to stand her ankle flared in pain. ??Hel-hello?? she called, voice rising to no answer and Wyn sat back down, fear and embarrassment coursing through her.
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Rios could remember the day that he found Sarathya vividly. He had just been out, tending the fields when he saw that the goats had gotten loose. While he managed to get most of them back in fence, there was one that was determined to get away. He remembered chasing it for about half an hour. Mostly around the fields on their property, but then it darted into the forest. But as he ran through the woods after the four legged animal, he tripped over something. Only to find out that it wasn't something but someone. A half-elf who looked as if she had been beaten to death, but somehow managed to come back from the afterlife. She looked as if she had been part of an army of some sort, a battle unit perhaps? She was armed to the tooth. Rather than continuing to chase after that single goat, Rios carried her back to his home, then, to the village chapel where the priests cleaned her up and healed her wounds. Her care was left in their hands, but Rios came to see how the woman was doing everyday. He hadn't stopped coming to see her since then. Not because there was a physical attraction to her, but rather, because he was concerned about her. Anyone who had seen her in the condition that she was in when he found her would have been. Nothing in particular, I just came to see how you were doing today, he said. His eyes wandered from Sarathya to the weapon she was working on. Such a well made blade couldn't have belonged to anyone in this village. Though Sarathya was a good smith, she hadn't been able to make any of the weapons of the men in the village look as good as the one that she was working on. It was clear to them all that she could have made even better weapons for them, but they were stubborn. Most of the weapons used by the people in this village were family heirlooms. No one wanted to even attempt to replace them. Is this one of yours, he asked. He immediately knew that answer to that. Her weapons were elven in design. This one wasn't.
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If asked about that day Sarathya would have been able to recall little but pain and a shaky voice stating that she would be alright, the soft prayers of the priests and the numbing of her wounds before she was unconscious once more. She awoke two days later, with no memory and the weapons she carried the only clue to what could have happened. The woman did admit that young Rios was a comfort, his concern for her and his kindness meant a lot to an amnesiac half-elf with few friends. So, her face softened faintly when he was around and she was relaxed as she worked on the blade. ??I am well enough, a customer arrived, a traveler from, well it is hard to say. She tested my mettle in battle, it was?interesting.? She stated, a near grin passing over her face at the thought of the brief bout. Shaking her head she inspected her work a moment ??No, it is not, it is the sword of the traveler I spoke of, a woman named Corvo.? She explained, patting the sword strapped to her side ??My own blade and the other weapons I use are in my room.? She added, looking at him ??And what of you, what are your plans for this day?? she asked.
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Rios immediately deduced that Sarathya was talking about that woman with the eye patch that just left here. The eye patch was a bit odd, but other than that, he didn't think much of the woman as she passed by. But for someone to just waltz into town and give his friend here so much of a thrill that she smiled like this? There must have been more to this woman, Corvo, than he thought. Nothing really. Now that I'm finished with my duties at home I've nothing to do really. I thought I would come and spend some time here. Chat a while, maybe find something to do later on, he replied. Rios ended up spending several hours there, chatting with his half elf companion. The woman named Corvo dropped by, introduced herself, and spoke with them both for a while before she retired to the inn where she was staying. Rios eventually returned home after his younger brother and sister came into the smithy, grabbed him by the hands, and dragged him away. Apparently there was some kind of emergency back on the farm. Honestly, he thought that they were making a big deal out of nothing until he got to the farm himself. They hadn't seen what happened, they had only been told to get him. Another of his younger siblings was shaking when he returned home, while his parents and older siblings were all trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Rios didn't get any of the excitement or concern until he had been shown the partially eaten cows and what was left of one of their pigs. No human could have done the things that had happened to them, which meant, there was something attacking the town. While this didn't happen often, when it did, Rios always took up arms and went to help the other townsfolk. He ran up into his room and pulled on his robe, grabbed his staff and his spell book, then hurried back outside. Whatever had been there was long gone now. It must have been heading. . . Corvo had been resting on the bed peacefully, staring up at the roof, waiting for sleep to come to her. For some reason. . .she hadn't been able to settle down. She felt restless. Which meant that there was something nearby. A monster? A demon? Some incredibly powerful magician maybe? Rather than remaining in her room here at the inn, she decided to meet whatever this was head on. She grabbed her belt and pulled it back on, strapping the main part around her waist and the secondary part around her upper left thigh. She tucked her sword into place, and pulled on her fingerless gloves, making sure that she was all prepared before rushing downstairs and out of the front door. The other customers stared at the door in confusion for a moment, all shrugging as the woman disappeared before going back to what they were doing before. She stood now in the village square, her violet optic scanning her surrounding carefully. Something was here, but where? She suddenly heard a noise behind her and spun around, drawing her sword from her hip all in a single motion.
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Sarathya nodded, finishing a few final passes along the blade before looking back at the young man and smiled faintly ??It is always good to speak with you Rios.?? She commented warmly, her gratitude that the young man had saved her life by finding her swiftly had not abated in even a year. He was a kind lad, and she wished him the best in life. When Corvo returned the woman presented her sword, razor sharp and gleaming, the chips gone. She chuckled as Rios??s siblings pulled him away, chattering, they always amused her. She was working in the forge when a sense of wrong filled her and the brand on her shoulder throbbed with a bite of cold pain. Wincing she dropped what she was doing and let the forge fire die as she ran out into the village, sword drawn. Her face was tense and she saw Corvo up ahead, joining the woman ??Demon?there is one here, I felt it.? She stated, worry and confusion in her eyes.
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Corvo quickly pulled her weapon back, skillfully spinning it away from Sarathya's neck and tucking it back into it's sheath. It was a good thing she looked before she went through with her swing. Otherwise, she could have ended up beheading her new friend. Though Sarathya still had the heart and mannerisms of a warrior, she had forgotten one important thing - not to sneak up on someone like she had! Especially with her weapon drawn! Sorry, Corvo said, turning her attention back toward the village. You feel it too? I. . .can't get a lock on it's exact location. It's either jumping around or. . .it's blasting it's power to confuse our senses. W - She suddenly stopped speaking as she felt something approaching from behind again. The aura. . .that killing intent. This was the demon! She quickly draw her weapon and held it back behind her head, narrowly blocking the blow that was coming down on her from above. Almost immediately, she slumped forward, to give the demon the impression that it was overpowering her before expertly rolling onto her back. She quickly swung her arm upward, aiming for the evil creature's vitals. It quickly jumped away, landing a considerable distance away. Corvo spun her legs around above her head, quickly coming back up to her feet. As soon as she was upright, she tucked the blade of her sword back into it's sheath and dropped back into a stance. This was the first time she was able to see the demon clearly. It was large, almost the size of a bull. Two large horns curled back from it's head, it's teeth dripping with blood. It looked as if it were chewing on something. . .pink. Fleshy. Not human thankfully. It's eyes flashed as it crouched backward, preparing to spring forward and attack once again. Are you sure that you are prepared to walk this path again my friend, Corvo asked. She positioned her hands so that she could see the demon between her fingers, as if she were locking on to her target.