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Post by Wafflers on Nov 16, 2008 22:22:23 GMT -8
((This story is Legault and his relationships, or lack thereof, with the rest of the clan. I don't plan on having this always up to date, or 100% accurate. Any suggestions on how to improve my writing? Or just general comments plox.))
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"Damn, another bleak day. I wish the skies would clear up for once, I hate being cooped up in this orphanage.." as Legault stared outside the window. After a moment, his thoughts began to turn to his family, or lack of. Legault never had known his parents, he knew of no relatives. No one had even claimed him as a foster child yet.
"This place sucks!" A slap from one of the attendants.
"Legault, enough of that. If you keep that up, you might be left outside, without anything."
Legault winced at the words. (Life sucks..stupid lady..) He thought to himself. Legault hoped that someone would take him away from the orphanage. Lucky, someone appeared to realise his hope, for only a few days later...
One sunny, clear morning, a man in mercenary garb came to the orphanage. This man would be known as Legault's 'hero', for it was he who took Legault into his home. Legault was greatful for anything that would be better than an orphanage with 'stupid ladies'.
"Hey, can you tell me your name? Or anything about yourself?" a curious Legault asked his savior.
Legault never got a responce, except: "I can't tell you my name. I don't know you well enough yet. I'm an ex-soldier to the army, and I wanted someone to train before I passed away. I work on a farm now."
(He won't tell me his name!? What kind of joke is this..oh well, better than the orphanage. Maybe I can become a mercenary! I'll be famous!...)
Months passed, and Legault's expectations on life changed dramatically. Legault learned so much under the eyes of this man, ranging from school studies(albeit brief), to how to fight, to how to farm. One thing this man always stressed to Legault(and made him know inside-out) was respect.
"Legault, always remember titles and honorifics. Always be respectful to women, to the church, and to your superiors. Remember that, no matter what."
Once Legault began to grow into his mid-teenage years, the man finally began to train Legault in the art of swordplay. For years, Legault had been used to working with crude blunt sticks, farm tools, and the odd stick resembling a sword. A trainee's weapon. But now the test came. In the form of live weapons and alot of pain. The man would push Legault to his physical limit nearly everyday, only letting up when Legault would either pass out from exhaustion or would get sick. Only two things kept Legault going in these years: Food(the man managed to pull food made for royalty out of nowhere nearly everyday, for being a farmer), and the idea that Legault wanted to be a famous mercenary one day.
This training lasted for roughly three years. During the time, Legault's strength, stamina, agility, dexterity, and knowledge of how to fight kept growing in leaps and bounds. Legault learned how to climb mountains in the heaviest plate armor, disarm all sorts of attackers with his bare hands, wrestle a werewolf, and everything inbetween. He even learned how to skip across a river, if only for a step or two.(The man never revealed that secret)
Once Legault was roughly the age of 18, the man decided he had done his job. Telling this to Legault, the man proceded to give Legault a set of armor, a sword, and a bag of money, along with some words of advice:
"I've taught you nearly everything I myself know. Now you can live on your own, do whatever you want. I've done what I wanted, now I can pass on in peace."
"But, sir, you aren't too old yet. You still have many years ahead of you, why would you die now?"
"Cause I trained you so you could do what I couldn't. You have the potential for fame and fortune. I don't. Anyway..let me tell you one last thing before we part ways."
Legault blinked. "What's that, sir?"
"My name is Dan."
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Post by Wafflers on Nov 24, 2008 10:18:54 GMT -8
(Damn..another grey sky. This reminds me of the orphanage, just that i'm not caged up. Well, not completely...suppose I could break out if I wanted to. Hmmm...)
For the third day in a row, Legault was whisked away to Gludio Castle to talk to the knights stationed there. The knights didn't particularily care for Legault much, due to Legault being a mercenary, and Legault returned the favour, because the knights seemed too 'hindered' by their codes and morals. As always, Legault got periodically called to the barracks to help train some of the new recruits, but it was never explained why. Legault always assumed he was that good of a swordsman, in comparison to the knights.
Though, Legault was never called day-to-day like this...it was quite unusual...
*Sigh*"Oh well, money is money. And these guys pay good." as Legault walked up to the castle gates. He stopped to talk to the guard outside, have to explain his purpose and everything. Another tedious task. Why would a guard have to ask Legault why he was here when said guard knew of what Legault was doing days earlier...this whole thing seemed weird.
"Hey, Legault, this time, report to the commander instead of going straight to where the recruits are. He wants to have a word with you."
Legault scratched the back of his head, about to ask why, then remembered that this guard was one of those people. You know, 'those people'. That never told you why to do anything, and if you asked, he'd tell you to get your ass to where he said to go. So Legault remained quiet, and went inside.
The commander was sitting as his desk, apparently waiting for Legault to show up. At seeing Legault, he rose and walked over, handed some papers, and went to sit back down. The commander then dismissed Legault from returning to the castle until further notice. Legault took one glance at the papers, and never spoke a word that was on them.
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The papers, found a few weeks later, appeared to have contained a job for Legault given by the commander. This job would end up costing Legault much more than expected. One page read:
"Once it is night, you are to enter the church, slay all you can find. Women, children, elderly, it doesn't matter. Make your way through the underground, until you come across a Prophet named Dan. Capture or kill this man, it won't matter what you do. Once that is done, return to me as soon as you are able. I will have your reward for you: A choice of ei-"(The page seems to have been ripped, so the reward list is hidden.
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Post by Wafflers on Dec 22, 2008 22:58:13 GMT -8
Legault never really recovered from that night. He had murdered, in cold blood, his mentor and only father figure, Dan. He had also murdered a church full of innocent people. Women, elderly, children, all. None escaped his blade as it swung through the air, with deadly precision, leading frightened and horrified souls to their graves. And then, after it was over, Legault was double-crossed.
As Legault made his way upstairs towards the entrance, having finished off everyone in the church, there was the sound of footsteps pounding across the floor. The commander of the knights stationed at Gludio castle had decided to show up, with two-score soldiers at his back. Legault took one look at the commander and his soldiers, momentarily dropping his blade to rub his hands and spit at the commander's feet, signaling that he was ready to fight his way out. And fight Legault did.
Picking his sword up from the ground, Legault broke into a quick sprint at the commander, sword-point down. Then, as he got closer, began to lift the blade as to decapitate him. The commander brought his sword for a head-on parry, but blinked his eyes and then fell over, dead. Legault had dropped down on his knees, and while sliding across the floor, slipped his blade under the commanders sword and struck up, slicing him in two.
The soldiers took a few seconds to realize what had happened, then all rushed at Legault, hoping to catch him off guard. While the rush had caught him off guard, it didn't stop Legault from catching two men across the legs with a wide blow that should have cleaved a man in three. Although none of the soldiers were terribly injured from that first rush, mainly were cut in multiple places, bleeding from arms and legs, realizing that Legault was toying with them.
Noting one soldier's look of despair, Legault calmly ran him through with a dagger hidden underneath his plate armor. Then, he strode towards the exit, hoping no one would say anything. However, a voice cried out from the soldiers, "How could you do that to a man that you just trained yesterday!?".
Legault paused, to pick up another dagger and get his barings on who was speaking. He then turned to face the man, threw the dagger(ripping clean through his skull) saying,
"I am the Terror of Death."
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Post by Wafflers on Jan 4, 2009 12:17:09 GMT -8
"Oho! So another insect has come to die, has he? Well, if I step on an insect, it's impossible for me not to kill it, so I hope you're ready for death. No quarter!" As Legault spat at his assailant.
"You -will- be dead by tomorrow. I see all. I do not let what I see live. I do not fear death." Was the responce.
Legault threw his sword at the unknown assailant, while running to the weapon rack at the side and picking up a set of one-handed swords, along with a third just in case. Then, dropping low into a crouch, Legault began to relax his muscles, waiting for an enemy.
The assailant lept out from the shadows, a trail of blood leaving his left arm, which had been sliced open from the sword thrown by Legault. Faking a throw, the assailant then pulled out a second dagger hidden in his boot and proceded to attack Legault head on, with a sort of perserverance only described as 'frantic'. The assailant had a sort of 'hit-and-run' tactic to fighting, except full of spins and kicks instead of running.
Legault found himself pressed up against a wall momentarily, throwing his body to one side while flicking his sword point at the assailants knee. Catching bone, Legault gave a sharp tug, while simultaniously get his cheek cut by one dagger and running his second sword through the assailant's foot.
Dropping onto one knee, Legault took a quick glance at the assailant, then jumped back a few feet, swords in an en-garde position. It was in vain though. Legault had forgot to note that the assailant couldn't move, and that a strange feeling was in his cut cheek. His eyes bore into the assailants, looking for an answer. It suddenly dawned upon him.
"Poison!...Damn it!...I've gotta get out of here." Legault took one last look at the assailant, flicked a sword at him, and proceded to run out of Gludio Castle. The night offered a small relief as Legault proceded to run into town, quickly giving the Gatekeeper some coin as he was whisked away to Giran. Upon arrival, Legault ran down the streets, out the gate, and into an empty looking house near the arena outside of Giran. Legault flung the door open and looked around.
An Elf sat at a table, who glanced at Legault, then shrugged. Legault threw his swords down, and cursing once, ran over to the cupboard before passing out. The Elf got up, took Legault over to one of the two beds, and took a look over him. She saw that his cheek was cut, and that a thin line of poison was on it. Acting quickly, she went to the cupboard and found an antivenom, which was then poured down Legault's throat. Sighing momentarily, she then bandaged Legault up, making sure to prepare some antivenom's incase the event happened again.
Taking a look at Legault again, to see if anything else caught her eye, the Elf decided that she had done enough to make sure he lived. Leaving her clothes on, she went and closed the door, bolting the door and windows up, then went over to the other bed. Blinking her eyes for a minute, she sighed, and began to reflect on her life so far, before falling asleep into a dream.
A dream that turned into a nightmare.
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Post by Wafflers on Jan 19, 2009 20:48:38 GMT -8
Legault awoke in a haze, sweat beading down his forehead and his vision blurred. There was a bandage across his abdomen, another on the side of his face. Sitting up, Legault squinted, looking around the house for a sign of the elf. Once his vision began to adjust, the body of the elf was seen lying on the other bed in the room, resting. Legault sighed, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his left arm. Wincing from a shock of pain, he realised that the elf didn't bandage his arm up, which now had a bruise down his forearm to the wrist turning a shade of royal purple. Muttering to himself, Legault forced himself to stand up and fix himself up before the elf awoke. Hobbling over to a cupboard, Legault opened it up, looking for a bandage or splint to hold his arm in place for a few days while he rested and recovered. Once found, Legault found out the task of putting one arm in a splint one-handed was harder than it seemed. It took a few minutes, and was done in a crude fashion. Legault didn't care. It would only be temporary.
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Post by Wafflers on Mar 14, 2009 21:21:36 GMT -8
Grinning like a madman, Legault sprinted through the church of Einhasad to the lower chambers, cutting down any priests in his path. His swords met little resistence against the men and women that were a part of the church. His footsteps became lighter now, and the sound that his swords made through the air began to quiet down...the mission was about to become serious.
Turning a corner, Legault spotted a pair of priestesses meditating infront of a statue, evidentally deep in trance, for they had not taken note of the bloodshed that was above. Moving silently, Legault put down his swords and pulled out a pair of cloths that had a faint smell on them. Running, Legault held out each cloth. Once close enough, he clamped a cloth over each priestesses' face, holding it down until they were knocked out from the drug. Letting a small laugh escape his lips, Legault thought back on his orders. What a picky man he worked for...
However, his laugh turned into a frown when he noticed a hooded figure appear far down the hall. Legault quickly ran back to pick up his swords, then went to close the gap between him and this hooded figure. At around 15 feet away, a wall of flame suddenly appeared behind Legault, momentarily diverting his attention. As that happened, the figure raised his arms up to reveal a sword and a round shield. Moving his hands in a pattern, the figure began to chant, a column of water slowly rising.
Stopping suddenly, the figure threw his arms forward, the pillar of water following suit straight towards Legault. Throwing his swords infront of his body, Legault prepared himself to face the brunt of the attack. The pillar of water hit the swords, spraying out infront of, and past Legault. Grinning, the figure jumped forward, a pair of eyes visible underneath the hood. Legault crouched low, then sprang to the side.
There were specs of blood flying through the air. The hooded figure was down on one knee, coughing. Legault calmly walked over, his voice ringing down the hallway.
"How many times must you die, master?"
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Post by Wafflers on Mar 24, 2009 20:45:18 GMT -8
-edit- Adding to story instead of a new post.
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A man, dressed in robes that were an odd red-ish colour, walked out of Giran to the arena. There was a little house, almost a cottage, at the perimeter. The man walked over to the door, knocked, and gave a letter, with the official signet of the church of Einhasad, to the elf that answered. After that, he bowed and calmly walked away. The contents of the letter were never revealed, but the message it got across was clear:
The elf's skin was so pale that she might have been considered dead, while Legault's face was so contorted in anger than he might have kept that look forever.
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Post by Wafflers on Aug 7, 2009 15:23:14 GMT -8
((Going to be updating alot over the next little bit, in preperation for my event. More info in events section.
Thoughts are in italic.
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Dan was enjoying a peaceful walk around Giran today, unlike other days. This time, he was at no risk being out in the open. Usually, if he were to be wandering outside the temple, he would be accompanied by multiple guards and priests. This day, however, was different.
If only someone knew of what was happening, of these times to come. Maybe this could have been avoided. Oh well...these events as of late have been improving my expertise in magic, amongst other things. Stopping outside an abandoned house, Dan scanned left and right before opening the door. Inside stood a man and his elven attendent. Legault looked up from what he was doing.
"Hah! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Have you decided upon an answer yet, master?"
Dan paused, closing the door behind him as he entered. "I have. Do you wish to hear my answer?" Legault rose.
"Of course. Since the lettered has been in Olorae's hands for quite some time, I suppose now would be good."
Dan laughed. Glancing downward for a moment, he began to speak. "Very well. We're going to have a 'talk' of sorts. Let it slip to your so called clan that you are meeting with me. Have anyone who cares come. From there, we will decide..." Dans eyes glowed red for a moment, before returning to its normal colour. "What everyones motives are. In turn, we will act accordingly."
Legault stared at Dan, then blinked.
"As you say, master."
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Post by Wafflers on Aug 7, 2009 15:25:39 GMT -8
((There are probably many unanswered questions as to Legault's story so far. The RP event will hopefully most of those questions. For the record, the character named Dan in my story is my Prophet, Scip. Dan was taken, and I didn't want to change the name after the fact.
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This post will be an account of the event, from both Legault and Dan's perspective.
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