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Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Before the nurse could leave the infirmary Durihan couldn't help but mutter, It couldn't of been wine? He asked, even though he gladly downed the water he was given. This of course garnered no response and the man was left to himself. Whatever the case was Durihan was going to finish this meal before figuring out where his things were. It was great that someone helped him out but he didn't ask for any favors. The sooner he could leave the better in his opinion. Especially since he had some unfinished business with some prick back in town that told him to take care of fucking bandits. When he would see that runt of a man again he would make sure to wring his little fucking neck! However his train of thought was quickly broken when someone entered the infirmary once more. Though this time it wasn't a nurse or hand maiden but a girl. One with black hair that was done up with feathers. What was she doing playing dress up? Durihan wasn't laughing but he definitely was giving her a look. How was he to know this was the lady of the castle? Let alone the person that actually saved his life the night before. He still had food left on his plate though so he continued his little feast until she spoke up. Spoke up would be the wrong words to use to describe her tone and choice in words. The girl had some sans to her that much was true and that made Durihan look at her with more intrigue then confusion now. I'll put those guards into the ground like the men I did the night before, girl. Durihan stated, though he could only assume with how she presented herself, how she spoke her words that she was of noble blood. Not quite sure who she was but that didn't matter. It didn't take a genius to figure out who's care he was under. But I thank you for saving my life and this delicious meal none the less. He added before raising his cup, drinking the rest of it's contents before stopping now that someone was actually here to converse. This had to be the person that saved his life, had the same hair, and the same pale skin. And she spoke of interest in what he was doing in the forest... The better question was what was someone like her doing in the forest. Call him old fashioned or at least trained enough in a past life he felt a compulsion to answer her and not just spout kurt remarks. My name is Durihan. I was hired to rid the forest of bandits. Turns out to be raiders though and a lot of them at that. Thirty or so... He added, always fun to tell a tale or two. Where am I and where is my armor? Durihan would ask, caring not for her name right now. She would see him move his food to the side, turning in bed to get up. A grit of his teeth would follow as he forced himself to get his feet on the ground. His wounds still ached after all and he wasn't getting any younger. Gods damn it all.. He mutter, slowly standing up. Even in his late thirties the man was still strong, what wasn't covered in bandages showed muscle sculpted and defined for a warriors body. But also scars, deep and long scars that carried stories to them no doubt.
Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Lilura rolled her gray eyes at his boast, Yes well they nearly returned the favor didn't they? she asked him snidely. She highly doubted he'd be able to put up any sort of real fight right now, not in the condition he was in. Still though she listened as he gave his name and briefly explained why he'd been in the forest, rolling her eyes again at his claim that there had been thirty bandits. She frequented the forest and knew of the raiders he spoke of. There weren't thirty, more like half as many as that, she'd seen them at their camp at night, though they'd never spotted her. They'd heard her a couple times but she'd merely toss up a glamor and they'd think she was some deer or wolf and she'd get away before they could decide what they wanted to do about her presence. When Durihan asked where he was she sighed a little, disliking that he was still demanding things. You're in Balfour manor, and your armor is somewhere safe, not that it's worth protecting from the state of it, the girl sniffed slightly in disapproval. Then the damn fool was trying to stand up, obviously still in pain and struggling to do even that. Lilura 'tsked' loudly in irritation and pushed him, trying to make him at least sit back down, You'll stay on that bed or I'll have you tied down! The girl growled at him, You interrupted my work last night, I'll not have that be a waste of my time and energy to just have you bust your stitches and bleed out anyway. She was far too irritated to survey him in an sort of an appreciatory manner at the moment, from what she could tell though Durihan was a fair bit older than her, and last night's beating was far from the first he'd received. He also didn't look like he bothered to take care of himself much. Lilura wasn't a warrior but she knew enough about swords and armor to have been able to tell that his armor, while dated and dented, was of good make, expensive even, the same went for his sword. Judging by that and his general appearance, he was some sort of has been. An old warrior fallen on hard times and not handling it very well. I'm Lady Lilura Balfour, and you're under my charge until you've recovered, so get comfortable, the girl informed him. She wasn't sure if he'd recognize her family name or not, it depended on how important he had been at whatever point of his life where he hadn't had to trudge out into forests to fight bandits to make a living. His name tickled the back of her mind a little, but she couldn't place it, so she didn't dwell on it.
Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Lilura was definitely quick on the tongue now wasn't she? And apparently on her feet as well, it didn't take Durihan that long to get up now did it? He was surprised to find the young girl standing in front of him once he had gotten his barrings, and even more so when she started barking at him to sit back down. Like hell I will- But before he could protest anymore the little girl pushed him, hell overpowered him in his current state and had him back on his ass on that bed. A mixture of annoyance and shock now played his face as he looked at Lilura, the two now level since he was sitting. For the longest time the two just stared at one another. As if some sort of test of wills. Lilura definitely wasn't backing down from Durihan and Durihan wasn't going to let some girl get the better of him... Even if he was wounded. But here she was practically man handling him with her words and actions and here he was actually in shock of it. It wasn't like this was the first woman that had tried to get in his face, sure the situation was vastly different.. But still, Durihan didn't take this sort of shit from anyone. But where was he? He was in her castle, he was in her care. He was her charge after all. Just the word made the man chuckle. He hadn't heard such terms in a long time. Almost as long as hearing the name of Balfour. Back when he remembered it the House Balfour was one of the six main noble families that served the kingdom. Of course there were many others but Balfour's wealth and pull within the courts of the royal courts put it above many of the other houses. But of course the conviction of Lady Balfour of Witchcraft had brought an end to all of that. That would make Lilura the Lady now... Well that made a lot of sense. I told you what I was doing in the forest but what were you doing there? Durihan asked, still sitting there in defiance of his little captor and savior all dressed up in an elegant dark blue gown.
Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Well the last few days definitely had been different for Durihan now that he was held up at Castle Balfour. Where he usually only had a days worth of gold on him there was always the question of what inn could he afford and how much ale could go with it before he had to take on another job. Now the most pressing question was should he wake up or sleep in for another five or so hours. It was actually a relief, pride aside and all. Three square meals a day, could use some ale or wine but then again he was suppose to be recovering. There was no threat of attack, no cutpurse sneaking up behind him trying to make a quick steal. And the baths, heavens forbid the last time Durihan actually had a bath. Maybe he should get injuried more often. After a couple days he would be well enough to actually move about, and so he was actually given a room instead of being confined to the infirmary. A cozier cage it seemed but a cage none the less. He was told to take it easy of course but at least now he could get out of bed on his own, move about actually do something with all the pent up boredom that was pooling inside. And the best part of all was actually clothing. Finer material then he was used to of course, but a nice pair of pants and shirt did wonders after a couple days of constantly changing bandages in his underwear. And surprisingly the company was starting to get better. The visits from Lilura which had started off rather blunt and aggressive had become much more entertaining for the man.. Seeing how he had no other interactions save for the guards that stood as a constant reminder that he would be forced back into his bed or room if he tried to leave. Even if their conversations were trivial, a small jab here and there at each other in an attempt at humor, it was still nice to hold the interest of a woman. He found himself looking forward to Lilura's visit. One of which had consistently been after her dinner. Durihan had been at the desk in the room he was given, his meal finished and set to the side as he looked out the window of his room. The sun seemed to fall early this time of year, night already creeping upon the land. The sound of knocking filled the room and Durihan would look to the door, a smile on his face as he answered. Come in. He stated, still seated though. What stories of Lilura's incompetent father or pathetic brother would she share with him today? It was quite amusing really how much more Lilura thought of herself then anyone else here at Castle Balfour. Which would have been a joke if not how the guards and hand servants seemed to emulate her in such a way. She truly did hold sway here, and who better to gain favor in then the one in charge? She saved his life after all.
Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

She opened the door and went inside once Durihan's deep voice called from behind it for her to come in. She knew he'd be expecting her, no one else but the nurse ever came by and she had likely already checked on him today. Lilura usually came by after dinner and by the look of the empty plate sitting near by she figured he had just finished his meal as well. She didn't know quite what to make of the old warrior, she knew of his past a bit, so she knew that once he'd been a great knight, but now, well he was obviously getting a little past his prime. Durihan wasn't easy to like, he was gruff and proud, but lacked the charm that generally came with knights of any sort of standing. Likely due to being bitter and alone. In all, she didn't feel quite so much contempt for him now, but she still wasn't exactly fond of him either. He'd done nothing to endear himself to her or really earn her respect, she was neutral towards him if nothing else, but they didn't get many visitors out here so he was a curiosity for the moment, something to occupy her time that wasn't a part of her usual routine. He at least wasn't afraid to exchange insults and jabs with her, it was nice to be around some one who wasn't either indifferent towards or afraid of her for a change. Enjoy your meal? She asked him, though it was clear by her tone that she didn't actually care, but that it was more a force of habit, asking polite questions she didn't really care about. As much as Lilura tried not to be like the vapid and shallow young women that she occasionally got to meet when they left the manor or had some noble family visit, she had still been raised with court customs. Her mother had taught her a great deal before her execution, she'd taught Lilura how to act, how to walk, how to talk, how to calculate and judge, how to think of the people around her as more pieces in a game. And of course, she'd had to teach her the proper mannerisms, though after years of being away from court itself, it had become a dull reflex, she knew if she ever did return to the capital, she'd have to put in more effort, but this was just Durihan. Lilura sat in one of the comfortable arm chairs tucked into the corner, her long black hair free and falling over her bared shoulders and down her back, her posture straight and proper. It must be nice to be back in a castle hmm? It's been how many years since your own fall from grace? She assumed he knew about her family, it seemed like everyone knew, even commoners. His own though had been rather hush hush, there were rumors of course, they were wide ranging and varied from believable to outlandish. Everyone knew though that it had to have something to do with the royal family, as the king had worked very hard to keep it as quiet as possible. Either way, he'd had his title stripped from him, imprisoned, and then exiled. It was a surprise that he'd been allowed to live at all, let alone released.
Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

And there she was, walking with such poise and control. Lilura definitely had an air about her, one that reminded Durihan of a past life that seemed to sicken him now. And yet there was something else to the girl as she found herself a comfortable arm chair to sit upon. That distaste that he held for such things she also seemed to share, which only raised so many more questions and left the mind to wander. Though how far one could only assume when dealing with a Balfour. Word had spread through out the kingdom once the Late Lady Balfour was found guilty of witchcraft. Even commoners and exiles heard of the fall of the Balfour. How they kept what was now this castle was only through what backhanded deals Lilura's father could of made in such pressing times. Yet here Lilura was, almost a spitting image of her mother. Durihan could just imagine her mother, dressed in similar dark clothing with that same air about her that her daughter had now. I did, though I never knew a noble house to not offer wine or ale to their guests. Durihan stated with a smirk, handing coming up to stroke the now groomed beard he had. He looked more the part of his old life, clean, groomed, and now well nourished. Though any smirk or light tone in the man's voice would soon fade once Lilura brought up Durihan's fall from grace. She would immediately get a glare from the older man, one that would strike fear into others. She definitely hit deep with those words, which was rather new even in their social banters. You consider this a castle? Merely a shack in comparison to what the Balfour's once owned. Durihan spat out. What did this little girl know of him, of his past. Probably nothing but for anyone to remember such a thing. The Balfours were still in power back then. And that would put Lilura at what nine or ten years of age? Durihan had half the mind to back hand the girl and teach her some proper respect of her elders. Yet his situation was vastly different now. At least the Balfour name still held title in these lands. Did your mother not teach you how to hold your tongue when being civil? Or was that put on hold for her burning? Durihan asked out of malice. It was sad on multiple levels really. One was just an older man lashing back at a young woman. Another was to try and hurt her with something so personal. But Durihan didn't care, why shouldn't Lilura feel some pain for bringing up such conversation? What sword was sharper then tongue after all?
Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Lilura did look very much like her mother, the same face, the same gray eyes, but her mother had been fair-haired, like her brother. She took after her father with that dark hair. Her mother had also been much more personable and friendly than her daughter, much of it had been a front, you had to be charming and social if you were to make it in any way among the courts of any kingdom, but still, she had not been so dark or cunning as Lilura. A lot of that probably had to do with what had happened to her family though, there was no telling how the girl would have turned out if her mother had never been found out and her family hadn't been forced to live on the outskirts of the kingdom, shunned like a bunch of lepers. It was only because her father had turned on his own wife that they had been able to keep their title at all. It made it very clear to Lilura at a young age what it was that her father valued most in life. He had been working diligently ever since to regain some of the power they had lost, there were even rumors that he might remarry, though just as many said it was through marrying off his daughter that he planned on getting back some proper footing. Durihan's reaction was about what she expected, he was obviously still wallowing in bitterness and self pity, if the state of his armor and sword were anything to go by. If he had managed to move on then he'd probably doing much better for himself and to himself, it had been clear to Lilura when she brought him back that he hadn't been in the best condition even before those raiders had gotten a hold of him. So she didn't look surprised when he immediately started trying to insult her for bringing up his own past, she merely sat with that same sort of poise, watching him. She was taking everything in, observing. Had Durihan chosen to hit her though, he would have likely found that there was far more to the girl than meets the eye. As it were though, he kept flinging verbal attacks her, rather weak ones really. You really have been away from the courts for some time, if you think that anything you just said is in anyway remotely original or insulting to me anymore, she told him coolly, Sad isn't it? I've been living with my family's shame almost as long as you've been living with yours, but you seem to be handling it much more poorly than me. Not that that's surprising, I've found that men buckle far more readily under emotional strain than women do. Her tone grew condescending and cold, judgmental, disgusted, Men, you think you're so mighty because you can wield a sword, but what does any of that matter when you turn into children the moment your feelings are hurt? At least my family wasn't disgraced because my father couldn't keep his cock in his pants, she told him snidely, Or at least that's the rumor I heard the most about you. Once again it wouldn't surprise me, given how prone men are to thinking with the wrong head. Was it the queen or the princess that cost you your pride? Or maybe the prince? Lilura's full lips curled into a cruel smirk, obviously amused.
Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Durihan felt suddenly like a third wheel as Galathe and Lilura engaged one another in whatever the guard was accusing her of. Sure Durihan was still angry but all that aggression seemed to subside for now in lue of this new event. The man stepping a few feet, standing next to the desk where he had set his plate. Black magic, witchcraft that wasn't a foreign concept to the Balfours now was it? Looking at Lilura it was strangely unsurprising though, the girl seemed to dress the part from time to time. Though practicing magic wasn't a big deal. It was practicing dark magic that got people concerned, Lilura wasn't even twenty.. What could she do? Once your father hears of this you'll also wish you had been sneaking off to meet someone... Galathe stated, what compassion or sorrow was in his gaze was gone now as he looked at Lilura. That hurt expression now turned into anger that would drive his steps. The man bending over to grab the book once more, fully intent on exposing Lilura for her crimes. Durihan moved again, the dinner plate falling to the ground as his hand grabbed something from it. Quickly he rushed Galathe, forcing the guard to a nearby wall. Normally there would be a struggle, punches and strangling till whoever was stronger or more cunning would get the upper hand and kill the other. But the two men stayed in the same position, the sound of something repeating itself over and over could be heard. Durihan's right arm going back and forth, in and out against Galathe's stomach. Blood, thick and red started pooling at the men's feet as Galathe grew less and less life like with each passing moment. So maybe Durihan was carrying some aggression over from his previous conversation with Lilura, the excessive stabs with his dinner knife counting in the teens... the twenties. Durihan would stop though, letting Galathe's body slump to the ground. Durihan's right arm and lower part of his body now covered in Galathe's blood. Lilura's tome falling off to the side. Durihan stood there, muscles taunt, breath heavy as he looked down at another defeated foe. Why he did it the man wasn't quite sure.. There were plenty of reasons. Maybe chivalry came back to come to the assistance of a woman, though that assistance turned quite barbaric in the act. Or perhaps the notion that his meal ticket was about to get taken away triggered some survival instinct to take over... Whatever the reason Lilura now had a dead guard in one of her guest rooms.
Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Lilura's gray eyes narrowed dangerously when her guard threatened to go to her father. No, not threatened, promised, he was going to him now and he was going to reveal her for using magic. There was no way for anyone who wasn't schooled in the arts to be able to tell in the tome he had found was dark magic or not, but given her mother's crimes, it would likely be assumed that it was dark magic. It wasn't actually, she kept those books hidden far better, but she knew her father would assume just like Galathe had. Lilura had no idea how he would react, but she had no intention of finding out. As her guard bent down to grab the tome, she looked at Durihan, and all it took was a twitch, just a pluck of his mind. He was already unstable, already full of rage, all she had done was give him an idea, an outlet, and all Lilura had to do was take a step out of the way as the two men collided. She stood aside and watched as if she were observing something that was mildly interesting, her hands clasped back in front of her as she waited. When Galathe's body finally slumped to the ground, she let out a small sigh and bent down to grab her tome. The girl made a face as she saw a bit of blood on the cover and quickly wiped it off before tucking it back under her arm. Lilura looked at her guest now, covered in Galathe's blood, then glanced at the corpse, her expression calm, as calculating as ever. It was probably in that moment more than any other that he had witnessed so far that the depths of her detachment was most obvious. She'd just watched a man be violently murdered, but she seemed about as perturbed by it as one would be bothered by seeing an insect be squashed. Feel better now? She asked Durihan, her head cocking to the side slightly. She didn't really wait for his answer, it was a rhetorical question anyway. Now, the way I see things, you have two options. You can either be hung for murdering poor Galathe, or you can take his place, She explained to him, It's a good offer for the likes of you, decent pay, regular meals, a roof over your head.