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| The Sound of Music; Tag: Nherva | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 17 2014, 09:19 PM (210 Views) | |
| Mythis | Jan 17 2014, 09:19 PM Post #1 |
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Val’Hallen stands tall, looking up at the sun shining down against his sweat-covered brow. For the past few months, since no war was going on, no battles that needed the serenade of his butter-like voice to bring glory to the field, he had been passing his time helping the people in anyway he can. Chopping wood, working kitchens, anything that he could do to help. Today he was working the mines. So not to dirty the holy vestments bestowed to him from his village shaman when he was younger, he wore a borrowed shirt that a thankful woman had given him, even if it was a little too small, and a plain pair of brown pants. He turns back to the wall, pick in his hand, and with a might swing, tore chunks of earth away from the wall, causing a loud ring to fill the air. The music of nature filled his heart, making him swing with even more vigor. “Easy there, my tall friend,” said another worker, coming up behind the giant, “We work all day. You dont want to burn yourself out so quickly. The northerner lets out a ringing laugh as he turns just enough to see the other man, “Fear not, my friend, I will not tire so quick.” He raises his arm and flexes his muscle before slapping it, “These arms are more than capable of making the earth yield its fruits for many hours yet to come. A good days labor will be good for me since my particular skills do not have much of a use right now.” He turns back to the wall, raising the pick again before lowering once more, “Although, maybe something to to lift our spirits will help.” Once more the ringing of metal on stone fills the air, this time followed by the giant’s voice as he begins to sing. With each swing on his pick, he calls out louder, the ringing of his mining keeping the tempo of his song and the longer he sings the faster he swings. For a good twenty minutes Val’Hallen sings and mines the earth, never once slowing in either. |
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| Nherva | Jan 17 2014, 09:33 PM Post #2 |
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The steady, thundering beats of huge feet reverberated through the jungle as trees cracked and groaned, parting before the mighty beast that strode through them. Protected by his massive boney crest, Mirhira shaded her eyes and pulled her coat closer about her shoulders. The wind whistling by as Jericho moved through the forest was chilly, though it was nothing like the sort of chill they'd find farther north. Mirhira liked the subtropical region of Nyushi. It never got too cold to bear, though it sometimes got pretty close. At least the snow never got far above one's ankles. The quarry was in sight, the limestone plateaus and bluffs shining brilliant white against the afternoon sun. Jericho's blue green eyes squinted against the brightness as he pushed his way into the clearing. It had been almost a month since his last dose of the rich, calcified rock and after attempting to run after that Lava female, his armor was in desperate need of repair. "Well we're here," Mirhira observed calmly, looking down at the expanse. She was surprised to see a group of workers crowded in one area mining unrefined blocks of limestone, probably for repairs or even for the cheaper ores and minerals to be found. Among them, she noticed one that stood out and a moment later realized the familiarity in that build. How could she forget him? She could hear him singing to himself--as well as serenading the other workers whether they wanted to hear it or not--and there was no way she could unhear that voice. Intriguing. "Hey Jericho!" She had to shout to make sure the massive beast beneath her heard her voice. "Hmm?" Jericho lifted his head slightly, an old habit he still had yet to break, though he would never be able to see his rider positioned above his two prominent brow horns. "Go ahead and get your fill, I'm going to go charm the workers," she told him as she slid down his nose and leapt the ground in a fluid motion that involved him tilting his head back down for her. "Come get me when you're finished." She said, brushing off her trousers from the kicked up dust that had settled there. Confidently, the Earth rider strode to the workers, who had seen Jericho arrive and paid her little heed as far as questioning her to why she was there. She was a dragonrider, and a known wing Horn, her business was whatever she wanted it to be. "Hey, I remember you," she pointed at the huge young man hacking away at one of the walls of stone. "You're the one I started a tavern fire with a few months ago." She smirked, coming to lean against the wall a safe distance from the familiar young man. "Mirhira, remember me? I'm the one that walloped that one drunken idiot with a chair." |
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| Mythis | Jan 20 2014, 09:45 AM Post #3 |
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Val’Hallen heard the voice of the woman as she came to lean against the wall, and with a final mighty swing, buried the pick into the wall of the quarry. “Ah ha! The fair maiden doth return!” His voice still fills the air, “I do remember that night, oh fair one, and a great night it was! Drinking, fighting, yelling. Ah the grandness of home all the way out here, I tell thee it was grand!” Seeing that the giant’s attention was now on something else, the workers began to slowly trickle away, back to their own work, of which there was much to do. Va’lHallen himself took a few steps toward the woman, his smile ever present, “It does my heart good to see thee again, Fair Maid. I feared that thou was caught after we parted yon fateful eve. To make a name for myself, I have been finding ways to keep myself busy helping the people of this great land. My back pulled plows for farmers whose animals had been hurt, I have fed the stomachs of the people with food from my homeland as I filled their heads with tales of greatness and wonder, I have saved people from fires as the fingers of scorching agony trail themselves across my skin.” He laughs and slaps the side of the quarry, “Even now the earth trembles at the thought of my hands tearing more of it away! I am great! I am Mighty!” He yells loudly, laughing as the words left his mouth. But then he calms down, the braggart in him stepping aside so the valiant man hiding within the enormous structure of the giant could shine through, “But being great and mighty means little without anyone to be great and mighty for. So, here I doth toil, helping the people with everything I have.” His smiles again, pulling the pick from the wall and hoisting it over his shoulders, “So pray tell, Fair Maid, what hath thou been doing since we parted last?” |
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| Nherva | Jan 21 2014, 02:21 PM Post #4 |
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A smirk brimmed across the Earth rider’s face when she was recognized. She hardly thought she’d find this young man here of all places when the last place she’d seen him was the capital. She laughed, “Hardly a maid these days,” she shrugged, but she could tell he was just a youngster by her advanced age, regardless of how young she actually looked thanks to the bond that held her and Jericho together. “But yes it was an interesting night by all means, haven’t had one half as interesting since.” “Sounds like you have been busy,” she admitted, laughing all the more at his grandiose explanations that reminded her so fondly of her own bonded partner. Speaking of whom, she could feet the ground vibrating as the great Earth took an interest in whatever was so engrossing about her conversation with this young man again. His massive shadow engulfed them on the limestone flat and he rumbled inquisitively. “Well now who is this? Mirhira has made a friend,” he turned his huge head so that one eye could focus upon the pair of humans standing below him. “Yes I’ve told you of him you wingless lout. He’s the one that I was with that night the tavern caught fire remember?” “Oh! So he’s the one that nearly got you in trouble hmm?” Jericho’s resulting rumbled made it seem he might be upset, but he knew Mirhira and he knew better. There was no doubt in his mind that she was equally guilty for whatever trouble had been caused as anyone, because she probably joined in if she hadn’t been the one that started it. “And no one invited me.” He sounded only slightly hurt. “If we invited you there wouldn’t be a tavern left,” Mirhira wrinkled her nose at the crystalline spired Earth dragon. Then she glanced at Val’Hallen, realizing he had never met Jericho face to face before and it might do her well to introduce them. “In case you are wondering who this fat mountain is, this is Jericho, my dragon. Jericho…Val’Hallen. From what I understand an epic fighter and equally talented singer.” “A pleasure young lad!” Jericho lowered his head as far as he could in order to get a better look at him. “You sound like you’ve got some pretty interesting stories to tell! Not as interesting as mine I’m sure, but interesting in their own right. Too simple for just a miner. There’s more to you than that I think,” he assessed, hoping the young man would fill in the blanks for him. After all, if Mirhira liked him then there couldn’t be anything wrong with him and he wished to get to know him better. |
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| Mythis | Jan 22 2014, 04:46 PM Post #5 |
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The northern man laughed at her remark of the last time they had met, “Ah, but after a nightly romp in my company, nothing can truly ever compare.” He smiles at her again as the ground trembled and the large earth dragon approached them, a hearty laugh escaping him again, “Except maybe an encounter with one such as this! Look at thee, a mighty example of thine race indeed thou art, Dragon.” As Mirhira introduced him to her dragon, Val’Hallen stands tall, looking up at the living mountain before him. “Oh my fair maiden, thou does me too much credit, but mine heart is lifted by thy kind words.” He hoists the pick once more over his broad shoulders as if it were his axe, “Tis true, I have seen my fair share of glory on many a field of battle, but alas, there are not battles to partake in on this day, and Val’Hallen does not sit idle when there is work to be done. Today I am mining stone, tis true, but on days past I have done much more work for the people of thine city.” He stares up at Jericho, well aware that at his full height, he could still be easily eaten, “Tell me, O’Dragon named Jericho: what glories have thou brought to thine name? Are they worthy of song? Have you done things with thy rider that deem thee both to immortality?” With a roar, he swung the pick wide and buried the head into the quarry wall, and then flexes his arms. The shirt that he wore, which was, sadly, too small for him, gave away under the strain and rips into pieces to reveal the well toned, muscular build of the giant man. A few of the workers nearby turn again to look at him and a woman who was carrying water around swoons. “See how even the clothes on my back become frail at my mere presence and swoon in amazement. I have done great things in my homeland and mine body reflects all the greatness of the things in my past, to prepare me for even greater things in the year to come.” He flexes again before standing tall once more, never once losing his composure. “I am sure that together with thine rider, greatness will come to thee.” He turns to look back at Mirhira, “And I hope to be there as well, flying along side thee to sing of thine glories to the heavens.” He rests his hand on the hilt of the pick that looks like the wall is trying to eat it, “As soon as I can learn how to do so.” |
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| Nherva | Jan 23 2014, 12:08 PM Post #6 |
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Mirhira smirked, “That’s what they all say,” she waved off the comment, which she wasn’t sure was just overconfidence or even a tiny bit of a flirt. She didn’t really have a whole lot of time to find out before Jericho’s shadow blocked out the direct sunlight—something he was ridiculously good at—and took the attention of the young man away from her and to him. The Earth Rider rolled her eyes, just when Jericho didn’t need his head made any bigger, there was this lad praising him too. He’d be insufferable for days being reminded of his exploits and his awesome size and power. Not that Mirhira minded so much, but there was no outlet for that sort of thing anymore with the war over. “Shame that,” Jericho said, his voice like thunder even though he was talking as he normally would. “I do miss the battlefield some days,” he sighed heavily, the wind generated by his breath blowing their hair easily as the afternoon breeze. Mirhira felt his disappointment easily as it were her own. Then he laughed, “But you don’t seem to let that get you down do you little one.” He commented as Val’Hallen continued to praise his idle work. Nothing quite as refreshing as a positive attitude he supposed. “Oh Celestial Tailfeathers, you had to ask him,” Mirhira groaned. Surely she would be hearing these stories for the hundredth time. Jericho laughed, louder this time, loud enough that Mirhira actually had to cover her ears, “Well of course! We’ve done much worthy of song if by worthy of song you mean completely badass,” he chuckled. “Come over and let old Jericho tell you of the early days, the glory days!” The massive Earth sat down upon his haunches a scream or two of surprise emanating from nearby workers as they attempted to avoid the massive crystalline mace at the end of his tail. “Apologies small ones.” He said absently, then turned back to the pair of humans before him. “Back in the beginning of things, when me an Mirhira were just greenhorn wyrmlings, you know we took out a Bulkhead all by ourselves? I was a little smaller then, but I aimed for the legs and he came crashing down like a mountain. Oh he was angry, spewing all that hot rock and molten diamond. Why, I still have the scar on my tail where it hit, but if it weren’t for me and ‘Hira here, the whole battalion would have been buried in magma,” he boasted. Mirhira wanted to correct him and remind him that it hadn’t been a Bulkhead, merely a Tainted Lava—not altogether less dangerous, but different—and that he had the help of the two Earths flanking him to bring it down, but in Jericho’s mind, had he not been in the center of that assault, they’d have failed. So she let him boast, it made him happy at least, to re-live their moments of glory from the past. When Val’Hallen flexed, accidentally tearing his too-small shirt, Mirhira started laughing, “No doubt,” she agreed, “Someone should find you some proper fitting clothes.” But Jericho instead heard the implications of his last statement, “Hope to be there alongside hmm?” He lowered his head again, “So may I make the assumption that you toiling here is because you are not just a simple worker, but a candidate?” After all, he’d seen no dragon around, and this lad seemed just the kind that might wish to bond a dragon of his own one day. He’d made his intentions clear at least. “Or do you need our help to become one? I can offer my recommendation.” Jericho rumbled, he liked him. He had the same sort of fire in his heart that his own Mirhira had. He was worthy, without a doubt. |
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| Mythis | Jan 29 2014, 10:45 AM Post #7 |
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Val’Hallen laughed again and stood tall once more as he looked down at Mirhira, “Clothing has little meaning to me. As long as I am decent for the people whom I stand around, it matters not how much I wear. Besides, I grew up in the cold far north, anything the skies want to throw at me here is nothing I cant handle.” He turned his attention to the only thing in the quarry taller than himself, everything about the northern giant suddenly serious and sincere but not quite completely humbling, “I would greatly appreciate that, my draconic friend. I am trying to prove myself to the people here as time passes until I can be candidate.” He waves his hand around the quarry, “These people are more than capable of handling anything the world throws at them, they get up every morning and go about their work to help bring whatever they can home by any means they can. The more they bring home, the better off they are.” He lifts up the pick again, tapping the tip on the stone wall idly, “So, the way I see it, if someone like me comes along to lend his hand, but takes none of it for himself, then they all get to take a little more home.” He grins widely, “True, then that one man grows a little more in popularity, gets a name for himself, until one day, everyone knows his face, his name is whispered in awe around dinner tables,” He raises his voice a little and smiles more and more with each addition, “Rounds of mead drunk in his honor, songs sung of his deeds long after he has passed from this mortal realm and joined the gods on the battlefields in the sky! Glory! Immortality! But most of all: he can know as he dies, impaled on the spears of his enemies, that the people he fought for will carry on for years to come.” He taps the pick on the rocks again, “People tend to copy those they like, so I figure by being someone these people can look up to, then they themselves will become great.” He thinks for a moment, “Of course, they could also become lazy and dependant, but those are the lazy ones.” He looks between the dragon and his rider, “Why did thou become a rider? And what is it that thou does that brings honor to thy homes?” |
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| Nherva | Feb 3 2014, 01:53 PM Post #8 |
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Jericho took his statement about proving himself until he could be a candidate and ran with it. "Well now I think you have proven by your deeds you are worthy of standing for a dragon of your own," he angled down his massive head to look at Mirhira, "What do you think 'Hira? Perhaps we can make sure this young man gets where he's going hmm?" He seemed to be of strong mind and body, something the young dragons certainly needed as they grew into warriors. Jericho wasn't sure if they would ever see war again, but there was no harm in being prepared. "Sure sure whatever," Mirhira waved her hand. She was already mirroring the same thoughts as her bonded. Val'Hallen would make a wonderful candidate in her eyes. He reminded her a lot of the son she had lost to the Tainted all those years ago. She tried not to think about it. Regardless of her inability to stay hammered down with the same man, she loved all her children, no matter who helped make them. Her eldest son had gone missing in the raid of the Academy and she had missed him and wondered about him ever since. This young man brought a spark of hope back to her eyes that someone with something akin to the courage in her own bloodline could grace Sekkai's hatching grounds again. "At least you're not lazy," she smirked. "A lot of the candidates can't stand the menial chores they get to do, but hey it makes the Academy function even if they don't realize it. You've done what half of them can't stand and I commend you for that." "Now," the Earth rider hopped off of Jericho's foot, "How about some lunch, I'm buying," she offered. "Drinks too of course. Then we can get you officially signed up on that candidate roster. I hear eggs are on the way soon anyway." "They are indeed. Females are calling for males all over the place," Jericho nodded, though he didn't think it relevant to share that he had lost to a Tainted Metal when he chased the Lava Engine. He had been ignored and defeated, both of which stung to the point that he couldn't bring himself to share even with Mirhira that he had failed. He would sire hatchlings again in the future, but it was not this time. Sekkai's loss if anyone asked him. "You know you keep talking like that and you might be a fine leader or wing Talon some day," Mirhira said with a friendly punch in Val'Hallen's shoulder, which felt like a rock to her fist. Something she could respect. The more she learned of him the more she liked him. "Come on, I hereby excuse you from your work to get some food. I hope you don't mind the transport," she motioned up to Jericho, who stood waiting patiently for his rider. Most candidates wouldn't dream of letting the chance to ride any dragon go by, and if his enthusiasm was any indication, Val'Hallen would be no different. |
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