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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 29, 2005 22:33:37 GMT -5
Avean led Gil in, her arm around his shoulder. She set him down in a chair and smiled. "Say it...come on." she said with a chuckle "Girls aren't bad fighter eh?" Avean pulled herself up a chair and ordered to glasses of their strongest liqour.
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Post by Gilsworthy on Nov 29, 2005 22:42:24 GMT -5
Gil shrugged as nonchalantly as he could when he felt beaten inside and out and said, "Well you weren't too bad, miss, I can give you that." and he chuckled too, letting himself slide into a chair. "Finally, I can get some drink in this Tavern, that firewhiskey I had earlier did nothing for me."
For a time he was contented with just sitting and resting, letting the pain throb away. The battle had been intense but quite short, and usually for Gil being on the losing side meant death, but lucky for him this had been a friendly match. 'Friendly, sure, but you still got your head handed to you.' he thought, running a hand through his hair that was now quite dusty. "You had me on the ground most like a helpless child most of that battle... where did you learn spells like that, sheesh! This was my good coat, too." he joked, thumbing a large tear down the side of the fabric. It could be mended, but he still lost, and that irked something deep inside him. 'You're still alive, count it a blessing that you learned something, too.'
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 29, 2005 22:46:09 GMT -5
Avean gave a hearty laugh. "I am a skilled Mage...we learn everything from our acolyte stage." she said, watching him. "But I must say your little bomb thing was clever...if it were any other mage you would have them on their knees begging for their life. Too bad about your knee though..." she said with a sigh, taking a long sip of the strong amber liquid the barmen handed her.
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Post by Gilsworthy on Nov 30, 2005 7:48:50 GMT -5
"Well- oh, thank you." the bedraggled thief took the glass and sipped at it, letting the warm liquid roll through him. "Well, as a thief I often have to improvise in order to survive. My strengths don't lie in magic, or strength, but cunning is a weapon that many opponents underestimate." He took another sip and sighed delightedly, this stuff was almost as strong as that gigano-whatsit she'd mashed him to pulp with. Strength began returning to him as he drank, and his vigor returned as well.
"I can only push myself so far before I'm beat... truly, I think, if I had lasted another few seconds I would've had you." he guffawed, taking another pull at the glass, which was now nearly empty.
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 30, 2005 10:15:31 GMT -5
Avean chuckled. "I am very sure you would have beaten me given you had a few more minutes." she said, nodding. "But you hadn't which brings me to the conclusion of why you didn't become more forcful?" Avean took a small sip then set the glass down as she tilted her head to the side in question.
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Post by Gilsworthy on Nov 30, 2005 15:39:19 GMT -5
"My lady," he said carefully, "I couldn't bring myself to harm a woman, especially one like you. Most of the time duels like that continue until unconsciousness on one of the combatants parts, but I set the victory at simply gaining the upper hand. Quite simply, I couldn't bring myself to voluntarily harm you."
He took another sip, and peered at her over the rim of his tankard. "I apologize for not giving it my all... strange, huh, I guess a sense of chivalry is kind of a weird trait for a thief to have." Truthfully, he never robbed a woman unless he was in the most dire need, even then he would weigh his other options. Perhaps it had been instilled in him by his own mother, a woman who shined with an angelic amount of character even under the toughest circumstances. She had been the best influence on his life, probably most of the things she had taught him were what had him still alive. Common sense, restraint, respect, all odd traits that every vagabond and street-tough flouted at not having. Maybe, if things had been different, he wouldn't even have turned out a thief.
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 30, 2005 16:52:06 GMT -5
"Like me..." she said, looking to the ground in thought. What did he mean by that? she thought. Was Avean so transparent as to see her very composition. She shrugged then looked back up, taking the glass in her hands and sipping it lightly.
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Post by Gilsworthy on Nov 30, 2005 21:23:58 GMT -5
Gil was content to drain the last of his drink and place the empty tankard on the table, shaking his head vigorously. It really had been their strongest stuff, and he had quaffed it like cheap ale. The stuff felt like it was swirling about in his head, but for the brighter side it did cover his sore, aching body in pleasant warmth. His mouth opened casually, and he nearly bit off hit tongue snapping it shut. The words 'It hasn't anything to do with you; I would do the same for any other woman.' had been about to come out but he was luckily wise enough to keep it unsaid. The liquor must have addled his brain, he was never that blunt or, as it would have turned out, stupid.
The thief tried his best to mask the move by lifting a slightly ragged sleeve and coughing into it, though to him the attempt was feeble. He must look like a true idiot... why did women always seem to do that?
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 30, 2005 22:11:46 GMT -5
Avean chuckled "Now you really are a character." she said, draining her own glass. "When I asked for the STRONGEST I really got what I asked for" she choaked out through coughs, a smile forming on her lips.
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Post by Gilsworthy on Nov 30, 2005 22:31:04 GMT -5
"I've had stronger, though not by much." he replied, placing a hand on his head and closing his eyes for a moment, a grin plastered across his face. For someone as dainty looking as her to drain it must mean she had the fortitude to back up her magical skills. Interesting. Quite an interesting woman.
"Have you always been as talented at magic as you showed me, or did you have to learn? I've realized how little I know about the realm of wizardry, you see." he said, flipping an arm over the chair and leaning back casually.
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 30, 2005 22:35:43 GMT -5
Avean shrugged. "I'm not really sure but may I as to inquire if you naturally learned your warrior skills or your just talented?" she said nodding her head. "When you answer then that shall be mine..." Avean made her answer quite clear, hoping he wasn't going to be a smart ass.
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Post by Gilsworthy on Nov 30, 2005 22:42:30 GMT -5
Releasing a long sigh and looking up at the rafters in the ceiling to see if they offered any help, Gil looked back to Avean when they offered none. No use in beating around the bush any longer. She seemed in a serious mood now that the festivities were ended.
"I learned all my thieving skill from my father... he was a masterful thief. Not masterful enough, I guess, it turns out that every criminal gets caught in the end. He met the hangman when I was only fourteen." Gil said, a curt way of putting it that he had been hanged. He tilted his head slightly as he remembered his dad: as tall as Gil with straw blonde hair, an acerbic wit and a potent anger. In a way, he had been a rolemodel and an object of hatred for the way he had treated Gil's mother.
"Then again, some of my skill comes from experience. I've been to more kingdoms and towns than I can count on my two hands." he said, shaking his head. "It's just something inside of me that makes me a drifter... I travel with the wind and never stay in one place as long."
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 30, 2005 22:48:35 GMT -5
Avean watched in with intensity. "We all have pasts my dear, I do not want you to dwell on the past in my presence-" she began, patting him on the back. "-Now we came to enjoy ourselves so damn it we are." Avean gave him an innocent yet cheerful smile and ordered two more of the drinks they had just drank.
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Post by Gilsworthy on Dec 1, 2005 15:47:29 GMT -5
For a few seconds he could only look at her, smiling sweetly at him. She was a rare breed in a world of cutthroats and evildoers... someone with a pure heart. Realizing he was staring, Gil smiled as well and patted her on the back in turn. "I like how you think." he said, grinning widely before taking his chair at the table.
"Some parts of the past I enjoy dwelling on, you know." he commented, thanking the barlass who placed two full flagons on the table before him. "Haha, you should hear about the time I accidentally crossed a vampiress... and believe me, vampires are not the kind of people you want to cross at all." The thief hardly realized the subject had been diverted, and surely the previous question was long forgotten. When he got in a storytelling mood, there was little short of a battering ram that would stop him.
He raised his tankard to his mouth, tipped it high then placed it back on the table with a contented sigh. "I believe I can recall her name... yes, it was Celeste. She was quite a woman, I'll tell you, for a vampire. You may have a lot of preconceived notions about vampires like I did, she set them all straight. It was in a forest not too far from where the castle lay... I was taking a walk when I met this strikingly beautiful woman with pale skin that glowed in the moonlight- that should have tipped me off right there- we started to talk but something about her just put me off. So I said something rude, and she about skewered me into a tree with one hand! I could have been killed right there for my idiocy, but she left in a huff and I was spared."
"Later I apologized, and I found she had a lot to say. Well, you would too if the only acquaintances you'd made in some six hundred years was with peoples' necks, hah! Yeah, I've about had enough fill of vampires and the like in my life to last several lifetimes." taking a pause, he stopped and lifted the flagon to take a drink again.
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Dec 1, 2005 20:10:14 GMT -5
Avean chuckled as stared at her slightly. She tipped back in her chair and took a long sip of her fresh liqour. "Vampires aren't really as bad as one may think." she said nodding in agreement. "Although being they suck the blood out of peoples necks they are much more civilized then some people I have met." Avean closed her eyes and thought of Viktor, a grimace drained onto her pale face. She opened her eyes and smiled. "But that is a whole different story." Avean brushed her long hair out of her face for it seemed the twentith time.
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