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Post by Balsa Bridgette on Jun 23, 2010 2:16:09 GMT -5
The ice and snow was a bit more bearable during the summer months but still could be just as dangerous. Not for this woman however, the Blade themselves unsuspecting of the retired woman’s visit. But even as often as she did some, this time she was ready to kick down doors if she had to. Balsa reached the huge wooden doors of the Cloud Ruler Temple and slip off the side of her horse, her companion, a Altmer named ‘Rikugou’ stayed only feet away at a time, of course the Blades men knew not to shoot him thanks to her giving him right of passage, of course the last time someone did try and shoot him, she nearly choked them to death with their bow. “Well you lazy bums open up the doors already” she called up. She heard them scramble, she wasn’t a harsh woman, but sometimes was to straight forward, deep down she was a kind soul, but one who learned to look after herself. Oh and Riku, whom she jokingly called her ‘lost puppy’ or ‘pet‘.
The doors finely opened and she strode up the stairway. “is the Grandmaster here?” she asked bluntly letting the elf companion put away her horse. “No ma’m he went back to Weynon Priory a while ago.” a younger Blades men stated watching the older woman. She could have been a real legend, but even if she retired before then she would never be forgotten by the current Blades. “by the nine please tell me you are joking!” she gasped a little taken back. “Yes mam, but he could be back at any time..” the Blade stated with a simple nod. Balsa groaned slightly and let her shoulders relax. “alright we’re waiting here, be a doll fetch me something warm to drink” she smiled kindly and set her pack down with a sigh.
“I cant believe this Jaufree , I needed to talk to you about Kvatch.” she groaned and sat on one of the cold stone benches. No she didn’t know anything about a hair to the throne still being alive, but the thought of the Oblivion Gate and the monsters tormenting the poor people of that town, boiled her blood, she was ready to charge in and even a deadroth would turn tail and run from her when she got going. But no she wasn’t going to rush in, there was going to be planning involved. But for now she relaxed. Part of her really missed this old place. She looked up with a warm smile toward the sky. “a part of me don’t want to leave again.” she told herself.
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Post by Marak Valjuardi on Jun 23, 2010 13:23:12 GMT -5
Marak sat on the bench inside of the temple, looking about nervously; seeing as his job was to pretty much look after the place, with the help of few others. The rest was either chilling out, or was off on a quest. And why did Marak have to look after the place? Because Jaufre had decided to visit Weynon Priory AGAIN. It was getting ridiculous; any chance he got, he was there. And for the love of the nine, the Emperor's heirs was dying one after the other. The Blades had been trying for a while, to keep them all looked after. But it wasn't working. And now guess what, the heirs are dead! Leaving only the Emperor a while to protect himself!
Marak grunted, slightly flickering his long white fangs. Drawing his blade slowly, Marak stood up. "So boys, what do you suggest we do around here? It's very boring, is it not?" Marak asked. Confused looks on the faces of everyone. They mumbled things to each other, and looked up to Marak. "We agree, it is very boring sir" one of the soldiers said. "Please, don't call me sir! But yes, we should work on our physical training, we can have some people inside though. Just in case" Marak answered. A pack of the soldiers, including Marak walked outside onto the training rings. Marak started to fight one of the strongest soldiers, and the fight was very immense. The crowd circled as Marak raised his magical blade, the opponent did the same. Thus, the blades clanged together. Marak swung the blade instantly, just to be parried back. Marak ducked under a swing from the opponent, and replied with a swift jab into the opponent's blade. He was disarmed.. the blade clattered to the ground.
"MARAK! MARAK!" a man yelled from the bottom of the steps. Calling at the highest pitch of his voice. Marak jogged down, expecting some kind of raid from the Daedra. But only a woman, and an elf following her. "It's Balsa," the man acknowledged her. Marak nodded to her respectfully, "I am Marak, Hunter of beasts. Killer of the Daedra."
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Post by Balsa Bridgette on Jun 23, 2010 22:32:37 GMT -5
Balsa had stood and started toward the rest of Cloud Ruler, she had just as much right to be here as anyone so why not relax a little bit hum? She heard the other Blade men shouting and talking to someone else, boy did he have to make it seem like such a emergency? Balsa smiled anyways amused by the male who’d run yelling. ‘Mark’ thinking about it she wondered if it was the same ‘Mark’ the headmaster had told her about, in all her years it seemed that she and the man never met, it was funny, she wanted to meet him on a few occasions, but it seemed every time one of them was around the other had just went out, or so on, they kept missing one another, it had almost become a game for her, perhaps wondering if the Blade man even existed.. Finely meeting the man in person she set her pack down again and smiled warmly but stern. “a pleasure to finely meet someone I’ve only been able to hear about.” she nodded. “I am Balsa Bridgette.” she would shake his hand firmly. Rikugou just silently stood a few feet behind her. “oh right that’s my pet, Rikugou.” she smiled, of course it was a joke, but regardless Rikugou didn’t really seem to care much at all he just looked rather emotionless about everything going on.
She took a glance around, the other Blade either went on with their own things, or stopped and stared like the two older members were about to eat one another. “hope I didn’t come at bad timing, for you I mean, I guess I did since I missed the Grandmaster” she shook her head and brushed some hair out of her face.
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Post by Marak Valjuardi on Jun 24, 2010 0:41:59 GMT -5
Looking then towards Balsa, Marak shook her hand gently. She was well known around here, and most people had met her. Marak seemed to be the only one who didn't seem to treat her differently than he would anybody else. Respect is earned, respect is gained. Marak then nodded to what she said, glancing at her, smiling in return. "Mhm, and you are known around here too. And the same goes for me, it is nice to meet somebody that you can only hear about" Marak replied. Marak then nodded towards the pack, "want me to carry it?" Marak grabbed the bag by a strap, and slung one of them over his shoulder. This meant one side was still, and the other moved around a little. Walking back a little, Marak stood at one of the posts. "C'mon might aswell get you set up for the next few nights" Marak smiled.
But eyeing the elf Balsa had with her, Marak smirked lightly. "So your a pet ey? I wonder where from.." Marak jested. As he paced inside steadily, and finding the most comfortable bedroll at Cloud Ruler he placed the bag down onto it carefully. Looking up to the both of them, "Miss Bridgette you will be staying on this bed. And your friend can sleep on the bed next to it." Marak pointed then to the bed on the right of Balsa's bed. "I sleep on the bed to the left, just to make sure protection is efficient. Nobody would disagree with that" Marak smiled, proposing his skills as a warrior. Marak then took his stuff from his old bed, and moved it onto the left of Balsa's. He made sure everything was just right; by getting his sword out and placing it next to his bed, adding another blanket above the current one to give more warmth and hiding his valuable golden necklace under the pillow.
Marak lay down for a minute or two, looking to Balsa carefully. "So I guess your annoyed Jaufre isn't here?" Marak asked.
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Post by Balsa Bridgette on Jun 24, 2010 1:49:17 GMT -5
She chuckled and nodded in agreement then blinked watching him take her pack and smirked, almost wanting to warn him flattery wouldn’t get him anywhere, but didn’t, he seemed sweet, and honestly they seemed to have something in common as well other then being a pain in the hindquarters for anyone who rubbed them wrong. She watched him take the pack then glanced at Rikugou as well. And sighed. “he’s house broken and don’t bite” she shrugged playfully and fallowed him inside. Rikugou didn’t need to fallow her every step and waited outside for a moment, a few other Blade just watched him.
She looked at the bedroll and nodded, would think by now they would have real beds moved in here, but either way she didn’t mind, she had defiantly ruffed it before so this was a piece of cake. She nodded. “why thank you darling you are to kind” she chuckled. He was being sweet, it was fairly flattering she could deal with it, she sometimes liked the extra attention when she wasn’t wiping the floor with newbie’s. she set her spear, though wrapped in a cloth to conceal it, as it hung from her back, she leaned it over in a corner, then tuned back to watch the man and smirk mildly. “no kidding, getting to old to just head up here at any given time” she smirked. “But I’m also sure he had important things to tend to as well’ she added with a slight nod.
She walked over and sat down on her cot for a moment and rubbed the back of her neck thinking wondering how long the grandmaster would be gone for, but she didn’t really have anything better to do. “Actually I’m not just here for pleasure I wanted to speak with the grandmaster about the Oblivion gate that has taken over Kvatch.” she stated “considering going out there, a few Blades hopefully to back me up, and then whatever brave-yet stupid warriors want to lend a hand” she stated. Then glanced back toward him. “A deadra killed on my side would be nice too.” she razed a brow.
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