Swords and Legends [IC]

[IronQuill]

"Eeyep, time fer feastin'...!"

Fancy words and fancy clothes were never the forte of the Brutii tribes, and the daughter of the tribesmen trapped in Talion was no exception. With a big prolonged yawn, Boudicca Ronkara Teutonia, or just Ronka, walked to the Townsquare with hardly a care in the world. Okay, demons hellbent on conquest surrounded the kingdom like flies to a carcass, but hey, at least they were not attackingnow. Still, Ronka could do with a good scrap right about now. "Tch.... Bleedin' 'eck, things 'ah gettin' borin' around 'ere.." She mumbled to herself, her armor jostling with every step she took. "Maybe I'll find one o' my kin in the crowd an' we can get somethin' to drink..."

Right now, she didn't look to lady like on her way to the Townsquare, one hand picking her ear while the held onto her billhook, still in its scabbard while laying on her shoulder. And she hardly looked the part of Soul Guardian, then again..... Beggars can't be choosers, especially when the kingdom is at war with demons.

[Aki Shinome]

Mazurka rested a hand on his chin as he listened to Marian's proposal. He considered it for a moment, his mind wandering around the potential future as a Strategist. Well in actuality he already was quite skilled for the position, already a master of Quizno (a ten player version of chess) he as very adept at predicting the moves of other's based on any number of things. He nodded slowly after a moment of thought and clasped his hands together behind his back, "Very well, if you think I would be a valuable asset in that regard, I accept your offer."

His ears perked up when he heard the clock tower go off. "Ah," he said softly, "So it begins." He looked up and saw the increased traffic in the sky and the general sounds of activity increase and he looked at Marian with a half smile, "5...4...3...2...1..and..." as if he was in command of every soul in the city, the sound of Oracion radiated through the yard they were standing in. He gave a curt nod to Marian before gathering his book and heading off to the town-square, leaving her to guess at how Mazurka was able to predict when the town would start the prayer for herself.

He made a brief stop by the library before going to the square, making sure his mother and sister had everything they needed for the celebration before grabbing something resembling a violin but completely different in appearance and heading out to the town-square. He had gotten there only moments later, and he had a moment to take in the sight of hundreds of people gathering all around him; also taking in the full measure of his new duties and responsibilities as guardian to those people.

[AwkwardnessIsAwesome]

Gwenlyn held her Mandolin gently in her hands, her finger tips tingling at the contact with her forgotten instrument. She Walked towards the townsquare, a million notes running through her head as she thought of a song to play to entertain her companions. Her worn leather boots crunched the gravel under her toes, the whole nature of this city creating music, with the crickets soft chirping, the wind's soft brushing and the gravels harsh crunches, a symphony was surrounding them.