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 Post subject: Without a Paddle (Jodai)
PostPosted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 4:47 pm 
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The water was calm and there was only the faintest hint of a breeze. Pieces of the ship were still washing up onto the shoreline even a full day after the event. Tiam was oddly uninjured by the blast that had ripped the boat apart; at least, that was how he appeared on shore. He had a distinct memory of receiving several crippling injuries during that explosion, and sometimes he would absently rub the spots that were supposed to be broken. They weren't and he was whole. It had to have been magic, but what sort of magic was entirely unknown. It was certainly not magic that was possessed by anyone on the Storm's Mercy.

The road was only a few meters behind him, and though there was still about four hours until nightfall, Tiam felt that he simply couldn't go on any longer. He wasn't despairing exactly - he wasn't given to bouts of emotion like that - but he was brooding and thinking of what he might have done differently. The answer was nothing, of course, but that didn't stop him from thinking away while he idly fingered the fully-wooden spear and javelins that lay across his lap. There was nothing to do, and it couldn't be helped. What was done was done, if you didn't move on you most often died, and that was the truth.

The odd traveler walked by now and then but Tiam rarely payed them any mind. If he had a crew he might have robbed a few of them to make money, but facing a lone bandit could easily turn people into heroes. Phaw, Tiam would spit them if he had to but he had no desire to become a wanted man so soon after being shipwrecked. Up ahead the rutted track that passed for a road diverged from the coastline and cut into the woods. That was about a twenty minute walk away, and perhaps he would go into the forest before nightfall. Perhaps, but for some reason he doubted it. He had learned to love the sea for the years and now he was loathe to part with it. Perhaps he would sit there for a little while longer. It wouldn't hurt, would it? There was nowhere to go, and he had foraged enough food for the day from a stand of berry bushes a while back. There was no reason to press on right away.

The sound of a person passing sobered him from his thoughts and drew his attention. It was no more than a man on a horse. A traveller then. Tiam gave the man a passing wave and then turned back. There was nothing interesting behind him. It was shrubland mostly with a stand of trees visible in the distance. Lone trees would sometimes grace the land between the road and the distant wood, but that was all to be seen. This area wasn't very heavily farmed or settled. Perhaps Tiam was further from a settlement than he had hoped. He thought of accosting the traveller but then thought better of it. Tiam knew he had the smell and look of someone who would do no good, so most people that passed by would likely be on edge to begin with.

With a shrug Tiam turned back to the sea and lost himself to idle reverie once more.

(Enter how you would like. There is a drop about three meters or so from where Tiam sits and it is about a two meter drop to the short beach before the coastline. I just couldn't think of how to fit that description into my post and make it sound right.)

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It should have been simple. Take a carriage to the small fishing village, hop onto a larger fishing vessel and then, with any luck, find the ship that had launched with Drakol on it. It wasn't a mission of vengeance; it was a mission of discovery. Drakol was the most powerful spell-caster Vius knew. Though they weren't on anything close to friendly terms, but Vius had to take the chance that he could hold a conversation with the drow, even for a few moments. The power of the Void seemed to be growing and Vius feared it would consume him if he didn't learn some trick to control it.

That was neither here or there, now.

After several delays, Vius found himself frustrated and angry and began wasting gold in a local tavern. An altercation took place, perhaps motivated by racial prejudice or by Viius' own surly attitude at the time. Though he couldn't remember who started it, with one spell, Vius had ended it. Three men were incapacitated and would need the attention of a healer for their unusual cases of frost burn. Naturally, that attracted the attention of whatever passed for the lawmen in those parts, which turned out to be a group of rather scrawny humans in whatever armor and weapons they could scrounge up. Vius gave up without a fight. It was lucky for them, as he could have done much more damage than they could have withstood. They didn't even check him for weapons as they deposited him in a very generic stone building behind a set of metal bars.

In the sturdy local jail, Vius sat and thought about what he had done. An odd, directionless anger, something he might even call "madness" was taking hold of him ever since the fight with Ein. He had to get that under control. It could have been a byproduct of the power he held but it could have been anything else. Perhaps a side effect of being raised from the dead or corruption from Akmun's influence, he couldn't seem to pinpoint it. Time passed, though Vius was not sure how long he was there in that windowless shack. It was during this quiet contemplation that a fat kiltharr merchant bribed the prison guards to release the elf. If he had been paying attention, he would have saw that his freedom only cost a couple gold coins. A creak from the barred metal door as it opened caught his attention and then he was shuffled out of the jail and into a carriage with the merchant.

Quickly, the merchant explained why he had freed the young elf. He needed a bodyguard and he had heard that Vius sought passage to a local fishing village. So, traveling together was mutually beneficial. Two heavy metal boxes were under the merchant's seat and Vius could only guess what they contained, as the man never elaborated much beyond that. The merchant had a gift for small talk, though, and so the time passed easily, with the merchant's driver, a goblin with clipped ears, speeding along the narrow road at a decent clip. The kiltharr spoke on and on, his voice a gentle purr as he discussed several topics. Evening approached and Vius had just listened to the trade customs of Feyluse and several smaller border towns when the goblin grunted loudly. Suddenly, the world spun and Vius wondered if this was how he would die, in a cramped carriage with a talkative kiltharr. He noticed one of the metal boxes break loose from it's confinement and fly outwards and realized that the carriage had somehow rolled. As best he could figure, the goblin had turned too sharp, likely avoiding a pedestrian. Two more rolls and then the carriage was done moving.

Vius reached over and found that the kiltharr was alive, though unconscious. Then he crawled out of the rubble and stood, surprised to find himself in well-enough order to stand, let alone walk after such an accident. Even the goblin, who had been thrown several meters was still breathing. Luck, or some semblance of it, at least. Vius supposed real luck would be not crashing in the first place. His sharp, silver eyes skimmed about to locate the metal box; he saw it smashed open in the sand, just past a man armed with several pointy weapons. As far as he could tell, it must have flown over the man's head, smashed against a rock and cracked open. There it was, lying in the sand, more gold bars than the elf could count spilling out of it's busted side. Vius sighed and jogged towards the box. He supposed it was time to earn his keep.

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 Post subject: Re: Without a Paddle (Jodai)
PostPosted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 10:39 pm 
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Tiam heard the carriage coming long before it came close. It was a car with no apparent guard, and in the finer days would have been a fine target. At the present time Tiam simply let it trundle by wondering which minor lordling it belonged to and how much coin could have come from whatever was stored within. He was about to turn away when he saw the goblin that was driving the carriage slump sideways in his seat. Had something happened? The creature looked unharmed. Perhaps... sleep? Tiam had never known a driver to fall asleep at the reins, but then he had never seen a goblin driver either. the goblin must have been a skilled warrior - a number of drivers for lordlings were. Bodyguards masquerading as drivers and butlers alike.

Tiam picked up a small rock that was sitting nearby. It really wasn't that large, not more than an ounce and a half in weight, and it was certainly different from a javelin when thrown, but Tiam was confident. He let the carriage draw closer and watch one wheel bump softly from the wagon rut. The driver didn't wake, and the horses were coming right for him - Tiam had to act now.

He threw the stone and it struck the goblin on the nose, snapping him awake and causing him to jerk sharply left on the reins. That was good. A jerk right would have sent the horses, carriage, and occupants straight over the cliff and onto the sand and surf below. As it was the carriage jackknifed and rolled, flinging the driver from his seat and a metal chest from its moorings.

That chest nearly took Tiam's head off. Had he not ducked at the last second he might have been killed, or at the very least knocked unconscious. He heard the sound of metal twisting as the chest fell onto the sand below. Tiam thought that he should go to the carriage and 'help' the occupants out and lighten their load a little, but curiosity overtook Tiam and he crouched at the edge of the drop and looked over, and then nearly went over.

There, more gold than he had ever seen in his life, lay haphazardly sprawled in the sand with the broken metal chest. Gold on gold, Tiam nearly shat himself - his fortune couldn't have been greater. There was no way he would be able to make off with all of it, but he could certainly take one with him at the very least. The occupants of the carriage wouldn't miss it overmuch, he hoped, though it sounded like they were already stirring after the crash.

Tiam slid his javelins into his harness, took his spear in hand and dropped over the side of the cliff just to the left of the bars. They owed him a bar - they nearly took of his head because their fool driver had fallen asleep and he had to save them. He had seen greater thanks from a serving wench with a slapped bottom.

No sooner had Tiam started to pull one of the heavy gold bars out of the sand then he heard a rustle in the grass above him. Looking up from his prize Tiam met the silver gaze of a spiky-haired elf. He was fair-skinned and sharp-featured. For a moment Tiam felt his anger rise, but felt it fall shortly after realizing that this was not the same elf. Everything waxed darker in the storm, that was true, but this one did not glow, nor did he have flowing silver hair. His clothing was the same colour as far as Tiam could tell. Still... this was not the elf. Perhaps an occupant then.

"You and your grubby driver nearly killed me, elf, and you would be fish food if I hadn't woke the bugger up at the price of my own hide. I'll be taking one of these as payment and I'll be on my way, friend I would advise you do the same. Happy trails." So Tiam lied a little, but what was a little lie to such a payout. Still, despite his dismissal Tiam did not turn back to his easily-won prize yet. This elf might be a guard, and guards were often foolishly devoted to their employers despite the chance of a much higher payout.

(I assumed that Vius did not have his hood on, and would at least look over the edge before jumping down.)

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 Post subject: Re: Without a Paddle (Jodai)
PostPosted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 7:43 am 
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Vius glanced quickly over his shoulder and saw both the goblin and the kiltharr stirring but not yet conscious. The wreck hadn't been so bad; the carriage might even be recoverable. Still, it was more work than Vius had intended to put in to this job. It'd be nice to at least have a little direction. If the kiltharr woke, that would give someone else the reins in this situation and Vius could simply play the role of strong and silent. That was easy. Now he had to interact with one of the locals or maybe some hobo. He sighed and returned his attention to the man who was so intent on taking that gold. It was only one bar and there were so many. If it were Vius' choice, he would simply agree with the man's logic and they would part ways, if only to avoid taking part in the conversation they were about to have. It was not his to give, though.

"Listen," Vius started out, holding his left hand up in an awkward salute. He hopped down to the sand, surprised to find that he stood slightly taller than the stranger. He lowered his hand and made a stiff bow. Being a wanderer himself, Vius found that a little show of respect went a long way to keeping confrontations from escalating to violence. This close, Vius could tell the man was a sailor or at least a dock worker, definitely some sort of vagrant. His weaponry said maybe he was a mercenary, too, as most wanderers weren't so heavily armed. His look in general was very average, for a person living along the coast. The elf quirked an eyebrow towards the remaining gold. "Um...it's not my gold to give out, okay? If you wanna wait, Quarry...that's the guy you need to talk to. I'm Vius, by the way, I'm his...helper. Um...until he wakes up, you should just leave the gold where it is."

Vius' silver eyes wandered off to take in his surroundings. The sand was gritty and rough, not the type that attracted sunbathers. Pieces of driftwood caught Vius' eye and suddenly he realized that it wasn't just driftwood, it was wreckage. Maybe that was what had originally drawn the stranger's attention. Was he some kind of treasure hunter? Or perhaps Vius was romanticizing things and the man was simply a scavenger, hoping to pull out enough valuable material to keep living for another week. Vius almost felt sorry for him until he realized that he still had no idea who the man really was. And the man was still holding that bar of gold...

Vius didn't like to play a bodyguard. He didn't like to have to hurt people as part of his job description. Still, he could be intimidating if his face was masked or a hood obstructed his visage. Here in broad daylight, his youthful features were a detriment and made him seem unimpressive. It was true that he was a powerful spellcaster but he wasn't blatant about it. A magical necklace hid under his dark robes; the black fingerless glove on his left hand obscured a light blue jewel imbedded in his flesh. Those were hall marks of a spellcaster, dead giveaways that he hid because most of the truly powerful people in this world constantly sought out others to test themselves against and Vius wanted to be left alone for the moment. In addition, he felt that it was almost unfair to use his magic against one lowly warrior. Here and now, it was only Vius and the spear-wielder. Nevertheless, people in this world held all sorts of surprises. Vius held the Void ready for a possible altercation as he said his next words.

"So, you're going to put the gold down and then we'll head over to the carriage and wait for Quarry, eh?"

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 Post subject: Re: Without a Paddle (Jodai)
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Was this sissy elf serious? Tiam was unsure if the fool was or not. Opening with a bow to someone who was making off with a bar of gold... He had to be a merchant. There was no way that a guard would behave in such a fashion. Clearly he was trying to win Tiam over with his personality and convince him to leave the gold behind. Tiam looked the elf over thoroughly, though all elves looked the same to him. They were all skinny as a rail with clear, smooth skin, strange hair colour, and faces that betrayed no age for several hundred years. The hairdo, however, betrayed him as somebody that was younger and without much sense in his head. For some reason, elves seemed to mature more slowly than humans.

Once the elf spoke of not being able to give out the gold freely, Tiam was immediately on guard. If he couldn't give out the gold, that meant that he was not the merchant and, if he was not the merchant, that meant that he was a guard. The strange bit was that the elf did not appear to wear any weapons that could be seen. Of course, his robe could be obscuring small, hidden weapons. That was strange though, one often wanted guards to be visible and intimidating to discourage assault. This was a very strange guard indeed, especially since he introduced himself to the thief. To baffle Tiam further, he was not very forceful or intimidating. What was this world coming to? Had all the merchants in this world lost sense as well?

"I'm sorry, "Vius" - what the hell kind of name is that anyway? - but that will not be happening. I'll be taking the gold and then heading on my way." Tiam's tone was sarcastic as he curled the bar of gold up under his left arm, holding his spear in his right. "Simply tell "Quarry" that the bar flew into the ocean or something like that." Tiam motioned down the beach with his spear "I'll be going that way now, and you'll be going up the cliff back the way you came. I think that the people in your carriage will need some help. Oh, and I would advise getting a new driver. Bastard goblin fell asleep at the wheel."

Tiam turned to be on his way but the elf did not appear that he was going to be moving very far. This gold was going to be hard won. Had the possible reward been any less than what was at hand - possibly burying a few of the bars and returning for them later - Tiam would have simply went on his way. His hide was worth its weight in gold to him, but there was more gold in the bars than his hide could ever muster. A chance had to be taken, even with sub-par weapons. "Hmm... a fight, is it? Your loss." Tiam did not put down his golden spoils yet, but he did take a more agile stance. The shifting sand would reduce his ability to bound around, but taking a fall wouldn't hurt too much.

That was too bad - he had a habit of knocking opponents onto their rears.

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As soon as the man replied, Vius knew he had made a major misstep. This was not a man who responded to respect tossed out at any given moment. No, this was the type that believed you had to earn respect and simply giving it away was weak. Vius had foolishly chosen to act civil to someone who was accustomed to fighting to make his way in the world. Vius sighed and his shoulders slumped for a moment. He had the feeling that this was going to be...unpleasant. Yet Vius chose to keep the civil facade. After all, he had chosen a certain way to act and he thought changing it, even this early, would only cause a worse reaction in this stranger. He really should have gone with at least a basic attempt to intimidate the man, though that would have fallen flat, too.

"Don't worry about the other riders," Vius motioned towards the carriage and shook his head. "That felt like a spectacular crash but it wasn't as bad as it looked. I made it out relatively unharmed. Quarry is the kiltharr I was riding opposite, and both he and the driver just got knocked unconscious. So, as I was saying, if you want to talk to Quarry and negotiate some sort of payment for the bit of service you rendered, you're welcome to wait for him to come to. Otherwise, I can't let you leave with that gold."

Cold, pure power crept up the base of his spine and flowed down his shoulder. He kept his eyes on his possible opponent as he held out his left hand and silver sparks flew up and danced about his outstretched, gloved palm. Silver light formed the outline of a sword. When Vius reached his right hand out and grasped the light, it solidified and turned to the Brightsteel blade, a weapon formed from sharp, hardened mana, motes of dust from the air and a significant surge of power from the Void. The keen blade was a bit longer and sharper than most typical short swords, though not so big as to be unwieldy. It was light, too, lending itself well to Vius' agile fighting style. He spun in in a small circle as a bit of a flourish as he widened his stance to prepare for what seemed like an inevitable fight, then smiled once again at the man. He thought about chiding the stranger for not introducing himself but then shrugged that thought away.

"Look, this is just a job. I know it seems like I'm making things more difficult than they have to be, but the truth is, if you had snatched that gold a bit faster, I wouldn't have seen you grab it and we'd be on our ways. You hesitated, didn't you? If that's the case, then it's most likely because you know you're basically stealing. I'm telling you, just come up with me and wait for the merchant to wake and I'm sure he'll let you keep the gold, maybe even throw in something extra. Doesn't leaving with a clear conscience sound like a nice prospect?"

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The elf thought that Tiam cared about what happened to the other riders. Phaw! He didn't care if they bashed their heads against a boulder or were squashed into crepes by the rolling carriage. In fact, it would have been better if they had died! Then he wouldn't be facing down this sorry excuse for a guard now. Tiam gave a nonchalant shrug to the elf to show that he didn't care about the rider's welfare.

At the shrug silver sparks began to well up out of the elf's left hand that formed a luminescent outline that formed into a glowing sword. It was startling, to say the least. Again Tiam had a flash of that figure holding a glowing weapon pointing at the ship only a moment before it exploded. It was magic, that much was certain. Tiam wasn't a stranger to magic, and it certainly didn't repulse him like some magic did, but he certainly didn't like the unpredictable nature of magic. There were so many strings of magic in the world that one simply couldn't know what would be coming next.

So that was why this guard looked so pathetic - his strength was in his mind and not his body. Not the kind of guard that would normally be found escorting a caravan laden with gold. Bandits responded to big muscles and large weapons, not skinny elves with no weapon in sight.

Tiam scoffed at what the elf had to say next. "To be truthful, you simply got up far quicker than I had expected. I honestly expected the lot of you to be out cold for a few hours at the least. I have no qualms against stealing, elf, especially when it wouldn't be stealing at all. I've earned this gold, and as far as I'm concerned you're preventing me from taking my rightful pay. If I have to fight you for it I will, but I promise you that it will not be a pleasant experience."

Tiam dropped the bar of gold and leveled his fire-hardened spear at the elf while drawing one of the javelins of a similar make from his back. "You might want to plug your ears," Tiam said with a sneer.

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Plug your ears? What an odd thing to say...

"You have an interesting way of looking at things," Vius said, as he watched the stranger brandish his weapons. Vius would have to plan on fighting someone with a decent range; not only did the man carry his spear with a natural ease but he drew a javelin and seemed to be ready to use either weapon. Also, he seemed comfortable moving in the sand. An experienced dockworker, maybe? Someone who would be used to moving in the shifting coastal dirt. Whoever he was, he was hard-headed. "I told you, if is was mine to give, you'd be welcome to that bar. It's not mine to give, but it is mine to protect. So, please set it down."

Vius drew his right arm back, his sword leaving a soft afterglow even in the sunlight of the late afternoon. He considered striking hardest now, but he figured one more try was fair. After all, three times was the usual number of attempts considered polite. Even so, weapons were drawn. There was also that ominous yet confusing warning. Cover your ears... Vius knew he should make the first move. Hesitation at this point would be bad. He shifted his weight to his back leg, ready to retreat should the need present itself. A rush of energy from the Void flowed into his right arm and charged through the sword, enhancing it's slight glow to more pronounced.

"Have it your way."

With a quick slash, Vius released the Void energy completely. His sword burst into five smaller pieces during the movement; sharp, spinning blades that looked deadlier than they were flew in a fan shape towards the stranger. Vius hoped this would serve as more of a warning shot than a straightforward offensive move. The radial pattern meant that it would be hard to dodge but on contact, they would disappear and reform his sword. Not a powerful attack, but showy. It might be impressive enough to discourage the stranger's stubborn attempt to take the bar of gold. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully...

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Tiam's way of looking at things was not 'interesting' at all – it was a sensible way to look at things in this world. It might be 'interesting' to fools who didn't know the way that life and the world worked, but to those that surrounded him for the majority of his life it would make perfect sense. A service was rendered and a threat suffered, so payment was due and the gold bar seemed sufficient to him. If Tiam were the guard he would have seen the wisdom and let the one asking be on his way, but this one wasn't wise to the way of the world and thus was being stubborn.

The sparkly sword was impressive, but Tiam was not moved. If he was so easily swayed or intimidated he wouldn't have made even a half-assed decent bandit. Vius was strangely polite to the man that was trying to make off with his gold, but Tiam knew a combat stance when he saw it. Vius' weight had shifted and the sword's glow grew. The elf clearly had some power, and he was likely a magic user, so Tiam prepared to dodge. He felt the sand shift beneath his feet and was comforted by the sensation. Many combatants were thrown off by the shifting nature of the sand, but Tiam was not. He had spent too much time on a much more shifty surface than a bed of sand to be thrown off by it.

Vius swung his sword forward in a quick arc and the blade shattered. The sparkling shards of the sword spun forward toward Tiam's chest. They certainly looked deadly, and Tiam wasn't foolish enough to chance dying just to prove how big his cojones were. Instead he used the shifting nature of the sand to his advantage and pushed his leg out and down, causing it to slide out and lower his profile greatly. The shards whisked over his head with an inch to spare.

The sword appeared in Vius' grasp a few moments later, obviously a product of the magic powering the attack. Tiam retained his position and made a quick counterattack. Tiam threw his javelin with a sidearm motion, aiming the hardened wooden point toward Vius' chest. The throw wasn't as accurate as he would have liked. The javelin flew at an awkward angle due to its lack of weight, and the tip was aimed for Vius' left shoulder. The awkward angle would make the impact less powerful, but could also deliver a slap if not dodged properly.

As soon as the javelin left Tiam's hand he was reaching back to draw the next one. At the same time he brought his leg back under him, leaving him in a squatting position with weapons in hand.

[4 javelins remain]

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Vius was impressed with how level-headed his opponent was. The sword didn't impress him at all and he reacted quickly and easily dodged. So, this man was a veteran of battle, most likely. He used the shifting sand to his advantage when he moved, Vius noted. All Vius wanted was that gold bar back but if he got distracted and moved away from the broken box full of bars, it was almost assured that the man would grab for more of the gold. Vius would have to employ ranged tactics and keep the stranger away from the box while simultaneously trying to get to that one bar. This was more complicated than it needed to be.

While Vius plotted his battle strategy and took in his surroundings, his opponent reacted with a quick counter-attack. He had an odd way of throwing the javelin, side armed instead of overhand. This also showed Vius that the man had some experience. When thrown in that fashion, often javelins were more effective at close range. However, Vius' quick reflexes allowed him to dodge, or they would have in ordinary conditions. The sand caused his hard boots to slip momentarily and rather than completely avoiding the thrown weapon, Vius only narrowly dodged. The weapon pierced his clothing and tore through the left shoulder of his robe even as he rolled to the right. Now the dark padded armor he wore underneath his robe was exposed but it seemed to still be intact, at least for the moment. The javelin kept moving and landed with an audible 'thunk' behind Vius. Had he not moved, it might have separated his arm from his body. His eyes widened and he let out a low whistle.

"That was a powerful throw," he remarked and nodded his approval. He smiled wide. He couldn't wait to see what else this mysterious sailor could do. It seemed like he had hardly given any thought to the attack, just worked on muscle memory and trained reactions. What could he do once he really focused? Vius' left hand glowed silver as he prepared his next spell. Light from a low hanging sun glinted off of the blue gem embedded in his hand. Though it seemed as if it were just a decoration on his glove, the small jewel was actually buried inside his body. Vius was still not entirely sure why it was there but for a moment, he heard a woman's voice whispering in his ear. Her sweet voice promised power, distracted him from the battle for a second but he quickly returned his focus to the stranger.

"You show a lot of promise. Maybe, if you would just wait for the merchant to wake up, he'd hire you on, too. Wouldn't that be better than wandering around stealing from people?" Vius had no idea why he would even bother attempting to recruit the man. Surely that was a dead-end tactic. Nevertheless, most other races, especially humans, had slower minds than elves and maintaining a conversation tended to lead them to slip up in a fight. Vius could use any advantage against this mercenary. Quickly, he sent his left hand forward and fired a thin silver beam at the man's chest, thrusting his hand with two fingers extended to direct the energy where to go. The slender beam moved quickly but even if it hit, it would only sting a little. Just another warning shot. To some it might appear Vius was playing with the man but this method of several weak attacks served to test the defenses of his opponent. Soon, Vius would be ready to truly strike. Just not quite yet, though.

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The javelin was dodged, not that Tiam had expected any less. The projectile had flown in an awkward fashion, and those flimsy elves were known for their natural agility. Despite that agility, however, Vius had nearly botched the dodge as the sand shifted under his boots. That was good, it mean that Vius was not used to fighting on shifting surfaces like Tiam was. One could be as agile as they wanted, but without proper practice on the terrain beneath their feet they would be just as wobbly as a toddler taking his first steps. Balance was key, and Tiam performed exceptionally in that category.

The elf praised Tiam's throw, though the bandit simply scoffed. He didn't need praise - he knew exactly how strong his throws were and if there was any doubt, the way the humming planking stuck into the cliff face would be enough to indicate it. The elf's hand began to glow with silvery light again, drawing Tiam's attention to the sparkling gem sewn into the back of the elf's glove. That was a pretty sight. It was a rather sizable blue gem, likely a sapphire, and that would fetch a rather high sum from the right buyer. Not only was there gold at stake, but now a pretty gem as well. I guess I'll just have to cut it from his gloves once he's dead.

The fool elf tried to recruit him to guard the damaged merchant cart instead of stealing, saying that it would be 'better'. Tiam guffawed, "How could an honest day's work ever compare to a day of good stealing. I've been doing this all my life and I'm not about to turn back now." The beam of light came suddenly from the elf's fingers, and Tiam cursed himself for being distracted by the elf's jabbering. He bounded away from his crouched stance. That wasn't enough however - he caught the sparkling beam in the shin as he jumped away from the beam.

He staggered on landing, shin throbbing but not badly damaged enough to be unable to support his weight. He settled into his stance again, but knew that he needed to take a different approach to this elf - staying at range would lead to his demise.

Tiam charged forward, letting his javelin fly as he began his charge. The attack was made to cover his charge and to prevent Vius from intercepting him with a spell. The throw was much better than his last one, the javelin flew straight and true right toward the elf's chest cavity. Once the javelin left his hand, Tiam drew another javelin using a well-practiced maneuver mid charge. He was closing the distance quickly, and soon the elf would have nowhere to run or hide from the spear-toting pirate.

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Finally, the man stopped dancing around the subject and revealed the truth. He was a thief and the carriage's crash must have seemed like quite a windfall. Ideally, he would have made off with that gold with no effort whatsoever. It was not simply a matter of miscommunication or Vius standing in between a man and his "earned" reward. This man was out to rob someone, probably. He had been sitting on the side of the road, apparently waiting for his next victim.

"All your life, eh?" Vius scoffed. He was angry now but he kept his voice calm. " A shame to waste one's existence benefiting from other people's misery and loss. I don't expect you to know what the honorable thing to do is but I guess I could just beat some sense into you-"

Vius cut off before he continued his angry tirade in order to focus on another javelin flying towards him. This one was well-aimed and Vius could see the man quickly charging up behind it, already preparing to draw another weapon and attack. This human was quick. Of course, Vius had dealt with plenty of quick humans before and he knew what he'd have to do. The jewel in his hand softly glowed again as the Void filled him and extended out his back. Even as he began to cast the spell, he knew he couldn't stand still. He swiftly dived to the side, the shifting sand making his movement look a bit like an unintentional tumble though he still managed the same effect he wanted. He had taken no damage from the man's deadly attacks.

The wind of the passing javelin set Vius' tail-end of his robe in motion, a soft flutter that made Vius realize that, should one of those thrown javelins hit him, it may tear through him or very well carry him a few feet. This man may have been stealing all his life but he also had quite a bit of practice in the less subtle art of combat. Vius rose to his feet and, as he did, bright silver wings burst out of his back, glowing even in the coastal sunlight. Between the dodge and the spell, Vius had no more time to react to his enemy's charge, so he set his feet and raised his sword in a defensive posture to best prepare him for close combat with the dangerous stranger.

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The elf dodged the javelin again, but that wasn't a surprise. The projectile served is purpose and covered Tiam's charge in and was now buried in the sand about ten feet from the first. The elf's dodge was clumsy once more, which was good, the sand was playing to his advantage, and now that he was in close he was going to have a much easier time of putting the elf into the ground, taking that jewel, and making off with a nice sum of gold. He estimated that this would be done within the next minute or two.

Tiam made his approach but was taken aback as luminescent wings suddenly sprouted from the elf's back, and then a moment later he laughed. Well that's fitting. Fairy wings for a fairy elf. That they appeared now meant that they had some sort of purpose, though Tiam had no way of telling what. Would they give him more power? Did they make him faster? Were they just fitting esthetics? There was no way to tell until the elf started fighting instead of prancing around and throwing sparkles.

"Phaw! Beat sense into me, elf? I doubt you could beat sense into a child with the way you're going so far. And honour is about as useful as a set of teets on a bull. Honour gets you killed quicker than you can imagine. The only way to do anything is to do more than your competition is willing to do."

He used the momentum of his charge to add power to his spear thrust. The spear was held in his right and was held about three quarters down the shaft, giving him extra reach over the elf's sword while being braced against his arm for greater control. The thrust aimed toward the elf's chest, seeking out the space between his ribs right into the lungs and, barring that, the breaking of at least two ribs. The thrust was powerful and deadly, one that Tiam practiced often.

He kept his javelin back for the moment just in case he needed it for defense, but that could shift as rapidly as the moods of a woman (at least in his experience). He was as experienced using his javelin as a weapon as he was throwing them; after all, what was a javelin but a short spear? Efficient, effective, and deadly. That was what Tiam liked.

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Vius considered the man's words, even as he prepared to parry his attack. The man was right. Ostensibly, Vius lived an honorable life but his true goal was the gaining of knowledge and power. Perhaps once he had enough of the former, he would truly live honorably or, if he gained enough of the latter, he would stop caring what others thought. Nevertheless, at the moment, he had rose above the stranger on a metaphorical high horse and the stranger had spoken Vius' own beliefs, even if he would never let the man know it. "teets on a bull"... he would have to remember that expression.

As the spear thrust forward, Vius' wings tilted, as if helping him negotiate treacherous wind currents hundreds of meters above the ground. The speed they lent him, plus his own natural agility, allowed him to move over, avoiding the heavy spear's thrust. A quick shift left and then another move right and the thin, slightly curved blade of the brightsteel sword met the heavy, rough wooden shaft of the man's weapon. Vius put some pressure on it; the blade Vius had formed from magic was thin, sharp and precise; perfect for slashing or piercing but not much for parrying. Still, Vius was in position to deliver another magical attack. Even as Vius pushed himself forward, he realized he may have wandered into the closing jaws of a vicious trap as he noted that the man held another javelin ready in his other hand. If this next spell didn't discourage the man from getting so close, Vius might soon find himself skewered. He had to try, though. Besides, maybe this tactic was so foolish as to be unexpected.

The Void flowed through the elf's body and he quickly focused it into his left hand. His hard black boots pushed down on the sand as he launched himself forward. He was already getting better at moving in this terrain but he still stumbled a bit. His left hand shot up even as his right tightly gripped the brightsteel blade that fended off the deadlier of the man's two weapons. One more step and Vius was close enough to lean forward and attempt to deliver the icy sting of his magical attack, though it would not surprise the elf if the resourceful man escaped somehow. Even with his quickened elvish mind, Vius only had time to react to the battle and so, he could only respond to the man's statements with the grunts of effort as he moved.

Yet Vius managed to consider in one pert of his brain: a spear was typically a two handed weapon, while a javelin used the whole body to be thrown effectively. A javelin or a spear could also be set to injure a mounted enemy and so a foot soldier who used a spear typically fought in a more defensive style. Yet here was a man who had easily tossed a javelin and charged in to aggressively attack. As Vius had already noted, the man was clearly a veteran of combat but now the elf saw that he was unconventional, maybe even self-taught. Normal tactics against such a man might become useless. Vius would have to try to out-think an opponent who clearly did not think like a regular person.

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The transparent wings on the elf's back shifted and moved, as if providing the sorcerer with an aid to his movement. This meant that they weren't simple aesthetics. The elf also appeared to be lighter on his feet and moving with a swiftness greater than normal. This must have played a role in the slip's successful parry. Tiam could see no other reason for that, especially since the elf had proven himself to be remarkably ungraceful on the sand. Perhaps he was learning, that was possible, but for the moment the pirate was too busy in a fight to contemplate that.

Thinking too much in a battle was bad. It was alright to go into battle with a plan, but even the best laid plans went out the window the moment the first step was taken. It was all about improvising and thinking on your feet, something that Tiam figured would not come easily to scholars and book-worms, as all casters were wont to be. Pouring over tomes and learning magic would require slow thought to digest all of the complex words and phrases and the way that the magic worked. Tiam didn't have much of a mind for all of that - he was more driven by common sense and more base instincts. That is not to say that he was stupid - far from it. He lacked book smarts, which he made up for with street smarts.

The elf came right back on the attack, more the fool. His hand was glowing again, obviously expecting to score an easy hit with a spell while his opponent was off balance. It was too bad for the elf that Tiam rarely ever went off balance and, if he did, he had a weapon that he could bring to bear with great speed.
[Concussion]
The skirmisher turned his head and roared at his opponent. Really it was just a yell, but he put his gift to use and amplified the blast to proportions great enough to knock a person on their rear. The best part of the concussion wave was that it was much faster than any man - human or otherwise - could move, thus giving him an advantage.

Of course that was not enough for Tiam. His spear was occupied but his javelin was not. Yes it was much shorter than a spear, especially in the half-shaft grip that Tiam was using for power and control, but it was still more than enough to kill. The bandit pivoted and thrust javelin forward as he roared. The elf was doomed either way. Whether he fell sprawling from the concussive scream for Tiam to pounce on like a shark, or to be skewered on the thrust javelin. Either way, the elf would die soon and Tiam would be off with his gold.

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