Tobias Stalt
02-21-14, 01:51 AM
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Slowly churned the sea of clouds as the bow of "Axios" dipped and dove into it. A washing of white wafted over Tobias' wide grin as he held his breath, anxiously anticipating the legendary city of heroes. The Alerian host boasted a friendly presence in Radasanth, allied tenuously with the people of Corone by virtue of the legend of its sworn defender, Sei Orlogue. Their interests in the region were mostly cosmetic, though Tobias knew the raspy bonds of heroic idolatry were fast ripping apart behind the scenes. Dark Elves had a love for the Ixian Knight they would likely never have for Tobias, but the race was one of practical creatures. A legend could not satiate the needs of Alerar forever.
Stained a brilliant orange, the skyline beneath the clouds was crowded with a cityscape that contrasted everything about Ettermire. Where impurities littered the capital of his patron land, Tobias found a comfort in the familiarity that Radasanth offered. Less impressive by far in technology, Corone almost reminded Tobias of home.
Impatiently he rapped his fingers against the railing, and he breathed in the fresh air. "Are they outfitted to accommodate the Axios?" Tobias was hammered by the sudden realization that this civilization lacked the subtleties of the Elves, and their facilities came up short with regard to large, airborne vessels.
"Aye, sir," the Boatswain called above the lurching groan of the mighty machine. "The harbor of Radasanth suffices for Her berth."
"Harbor?" Tobias mouthed skeptically. Were airships capable of sea travel? It made sense that a ship that sailed the air might have overseas capabilities, but the soldier had never considered it. Nevertheless, Tobias adjusted the collar of his uniform and turned to face the other man. "What are the conditions we should expect upon landfall?"
"Radasanth is in the throes of her winter, Captain Stalt." Captain felt unfamiliar and harsh to his ears, but Tobias merely shifted in discomfort. "While it is not as cold as Salvar, Corone is still quite capable of freezing temperatures. Check the air before you disembark." With a salute, the Boatswain dismissed himself. A heavy sigh broke from his lips, and Tobias found himself staring at a large statue fashioned in the image of heroic, muscular man.
Tobias recoiled at the all too familiar sensation of snow as it touched the bridge of his nose. "Devil's hoary tits," the soldier cursed. A shiver crept through the youth. Glancing up at the graying white ceiling of clouds, he sucked a breath in through his clenched teeth. "I'll be needing a scarf for this," Tobias muttered.
Winter's breath washed over him, and the soldier jolted. "Steady as she goes, Cap'n," came the mocking and sultry voice of Camille. Tobias winced. "You'd think a thief from Salvar would have more piss in his blood than to jump at a bit of winter weather."
"I wasn't born in Salvar," Tobias corrected.
"Still," Camille crossed her arms and continued, "have a bit more composure. The city watch will decide what to make of you within a few seconds, and I'd rather have something good to put in my report."
"Are you keeping tabs on me?" He asked in disbelief, turning a skeptical gaze on the woman.
"As if I've ever stopped," Camille brushed off the look. "Remember why we're here, Tobias. You're to evaluate the worth of continued Alerian support in the region. If that's to happen, you're going to need to function in a low profile capacity while maintaining the guise of military officer."
Tobias narrowed his eyes. Camille still talked as though she were his superior, though his rank had been elevated above her own. "There are many games being played here," he muttered, "and I'm tired of playing pawn." Reaching into his chest pocket, Tobi unfolded a ruined letter for the billionth time.
"The Orders were clear, Stalt. This contract was specifically relegated to you. When the Guilds unanimously make a decision like this, you follow orders or get the hell out of the way." Tobias scowled. Nothing seemed right about the command he had been given. "The General believes you have the perfect skills for arbitrating between these two nations. It's a very high compliment."
Tobias waved Camille away. "I'm very flattered and all that. Did they tell you to suck my cock, too, and make all of this go smoothly?" The woman turned ten sheds of red, and for once Tobias was genuinely unsure whether she was embarrassed or cross with him. As she stormed away, he directed his attention to the growing port beneath them.
When the skimmed the water's surface, Tobias barely felt the resistance he had expected. The water parted beneath "Axios'" hull, the hissing of displaced liquid only half as loud as the ship's engine. Wide eyed children stood upon the dock, carefully guarded by overly cautious mothers. Tobias waved a hand in greeting, offering his kindest smile.
Radasanth was a city several hundred years too late for the glory it claimed. His immediate reaction to the impoverished spectators was one of amusement, but Tobias quashed his desire to laugh and glanced sidelong at the Boatswain. "They're paupers," he snorted through a stowed chuckle. "It's a bloody slum."
The other man scowled. "Parts of the city are run down," he replied, "and have seen much less restoration and funding than the Ixians would have liked." Clapping Tobias on the shoulder, the Boatswain added in a quieter voice. "Try to have some decorum. These children might never see an airship again in their lives."
Tobias blinked. "I'll take it into consideration," he replied sternly, and Tobias shrugged the other man's hand away. The thought that an order of knights with the reputation of the Ixians had allowed such conditions to perpetuate under their protection disturbed the newly ranking captain. "If this sort of fate is allowed to befall the citizenry of the world's most renown city, I wonder what other negligence these bastards are guilty of."
The shudder of "Axios" as her boarding ramp descended rocked Tobias. Taking his first steps into Radasanth, the Soldier smiled. "I have to admit, she's quite a beautiful place," he allowed as the children rushed forward to barrage him with warm embraces. Steam billowed from his lips as he let out a loud "oof," and Tobias held his hands above the urchins with due uncertainty. He glanced to the gaggle of mother hens with the best smile he could manage, and the women giggled in response.
One of the young boys grabbed at his sword, and Tobias shooed the prying hand away. "Now, now," he chided, "that's Dwarven steel, son." He patted the youth on the head, though the boy still seemed displeased. "Your mum would have me hide if I let you play with it, right?" The boy nodded begrudgingly, and he sulked back to the group of watching mothers.
Tobias looked about silently, as though he were interested in his surroundings. Dark, rustic buildings piled close together formed the neighborhood adjacent to the dock. His orders had said he would be greeted by the city watch upon arrival, but thus far Tobias had seen only the children and the women.
Wintery white covered the cobbled streets that stretched out before him, and Tobi reached up to scratch his nose. "Do you children like the snow?" He asked, only half interested in the question himself. A chorus of "yeah" and "yes" rang out in response, and the children dispersed toward the powder as their interests were drawn away from the newcomer. One young girl remained, and Tobias tilted his head down to glance at her.
"Hey mister," she smiled up at him. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
Tobias' lips twisted up in a smirk, and he knelt down to give her eye contact. Strawberry blonde locks and a pair of blue eyes met the soldier, and he ruffled the child's hair. "I tell you what," he said, "as soon as I've finished sorting out the business of lodgings, I would love to build a snowman with you. If," he said, glancing up toward the mother that had migrated toward them, "this lovely lady finds that agreeable?"
The heavy set woman who seemed infectiously happy responded with a broad smile. "You're too kind, m'lord. If you do come back, you're welcome to build a snowman with little Lora. If you're too busy, she'll understand."
Tobias remembered a time when his father had been too busy to play, and he frowned for a moment. "I'll return, Lora," he met her gaze again, and the little girl cheered with joy. Tobias blinked as she planted a wet kiss on his cheek, then glanced back over his shoulder to where Camille stood at the edge of the dock. He gave the woman a look that said 'don't say a word,' but Camille only smirked triumphantly in response.
Radasanth had the makings of his most interesting stationing yet, and he had only just arrived. Rising from his knee, Tobias surveyed the area once more. "Ma'am," he addressed the mother of his new friend, "could you direct me to the nearest branch of the city watch?"
The woman blinked in response. "Why, they're just down the way," she pointed in the direction. "I can't believe they weren't here to welcome you, if you were expecting them. They're usually quite cordial."
"Busy, I suspect," Tobias smiled. "Thank you, ma'am. That will be all. And Lora, I will see you later on."
The little girl waved enthusiastically. Tobias laughed to himself as he started in the indicated direction. "Already charming the women of Radasanth, I see," Camille jeered. She thought she heard something stifled come from Tobias, but she was unsure. The obscene gesture he followed up with made it abundantly clear, and Camille burst out in a fit of laughter.
Slowly churned the sea of clouds as the bow of "Axios" dipped and dove into it. A washing of white wafted over Tobias' wide grin as he held his breath, anxiously anticipating the legendary city of heroes. The Alerian host boasted a friendly presence in Radasanth, allied tenuously with the people of Corone by virtue of the legend of its sworn defender, Sei Orlogue. Their interests in the region were mostly cosmetic, though Tobias knew the raspy bonds of heroic idolatry were fast ripping apart behind the scenes. Dark Elves had a love for the Ixian Knight they would likely never have for Tobias, but the race was one of practical creatures. A legend could not satiate the needs of Alerar forever.
Stained a brilliant orange, the skyline beneath the clouds was crowded with a cityscape that contrasted everything about Ettermire. Where impurities littered the capital of his patron land, Tobias found a comfort in the familiarity that Radasanth offered. Less impressive by far in technology, Corone almost reminded Tobias of home.
Impatiently he rapped his fingers against the railing, and he breathed in the fresh air. "Are they outfitted to accommodate the Axios?" Tobias was hammered by the sudden realization that this civilization lacked the subtleties of the Elves, and their facilities came up short with regard to large, airborne vessels.
"Aye, sir," the Boatswain called above the lurching groan of the mighty machine. "The harbor of Radasanth suffices for Her berth."
"Harbor?" Tobias mouthed skeptically. Were airships capable of sea travel? It made sense that a ship that sailed the air might have overseas capabilities, but the soldier had never considered it. Nevertheless, Tobias adjusted the collar of his uniform and turned to face the other man. "What are the conditions we should expect upon landfall?"
"Radasanth is in the throes of her winter, Captain Stalt." Captain felt unfamiliar and harsh to his ears, but Tobias merely shifted in discomfort. "While it is not as cold as Salvar, Corone is still quite capable of freezing temperatures. Check the air before you disembark." With a salute, the Boatswain dismissed himself. A heavy sigh broke from his lips, and Tobias found himself staring at a large statue fashioned in the image of heroic, muscular man.
Tobias recoiled at the all too familiar sensation of snow as it touched the bridge of his nose. "Devil's hoary tits," the soldier cursed. A shiver crept through the youth. Glancing up at the graying white ceiling of clouds, he sucked a breath in through his clenched teeth. "I'll be needing a scarf for this," Tobias muttered.
Winter's breath washed over him, and the soldier jolted. "Steady as she goes, Cap'n," came the mocking and sultry voice of Camille. Tobias winced. "You'd think a thief from Salvar would have more piss in his blood than to jump at a bit of winter weather."
"I wasn't born in Salvar," Tobias corrected.
"Still," Camille crossed her arms and continued, "have a bit more composure. The city watch will decide what to make of you within a few seconds, and I'd rather have something good to put in my report."
"Are you keeping tabs on me?" He asked in disbelief, turning a skeptical gaze on the woman.
"As if I've ever stopped," Camille brushed off the look. "Remember why we're here, Tobias. You're to evaluate the worth of continued Alerian support in the region. If that's to happen, you're going to need to function in a low profile capacity while maintaining the guise of military officer."
Tobias narrowed his eyes. Camille still talked as though she were his superior, though his rank had been elevated above her own. "There are many games being played here," he muttered, "and I'm tired of playing pawn." Reaching into his chest pocket, Tobi unfolded a ruined letter for the billionth time.
"The Orders were clear, Stalt. This contract was specifically relegated to you. When the Guilds unanimously make a decision like this, you follow orders or get the hell out of the way." Tobias scowled. Nothing seemed right about the command he had been given. "The General believes you have the perfect skills for arbitrating between these two nations. It's a very high compliment."
Tobias waved Camille away. "I'm very flattered and all that. Did they tell you to suck my cock, too, and make all of this go smoothly?" The woman turned ten sheds of red, and for once Tobias was genuinely unsure whether she was embarrassed or cross with him. As she stormed away, he directed his attention to the growing port beneath them.
When the skimmed the water's surface, Tobias barely felt the resistance he had expected. The water parted beneath "Axios'" hull, the hissing of displaced liquid only half as loud as the ship's engine. Wide eyed children stood upon the dock, carefully guarded by overly cautious mothers. Tobias waved a hand in greeting, offering his kindest smile.
Radasanth was a city several hundred years too late for the glory it claimed. His immediate reaction to the impoverished spectators was one of amusement, but Tobias quashed his desire to laugh and glanced sidelong at the Boatswain. "They're paupers," he snorted through a stowed chuckle. "It's a bloody slum."
The other man scowled. "Parts of the city are run down," he replied, "and have seen much less restoration and funding than the Ixians would have liked." Clapping Tobias on the shoulder, the Boatswain added in a quieter voice. "Try to have some decorum. These children might never see an airship again in their lives."
Tobias blinked. "I'll take it into consideration," he replied sternly, and Tobias shrugged the other man's hand away. The thought that an order of knights with the reputation of the Ixians had allowed such conditions to perpetuate under their protection disturbed the newly ranking captain. "If this sort of fate is allowed to befall the citizenry of the world's most renown city, I wonder what other negligence these bastards are guilty of."
The shudder of "Axios" as her boarding ramp descended rocked Tobias. Taking his first steps into Radasanth, the Soldier smiled. "I have to admit, she's quite a beautiful place," he allowed as the children rushed forward to barrage him with warm embraces. Steam billowed from his lips as he let out a loud "oof," and Tobias held his hands above the urchins with due uncertainty. He glanced to the gaggle of mother hens with the best smile he could manage, and the women giggled in response.
One of the young boys grabbed at his sword, and Tobias shooed the prying hand away. "Now, now," he chided, "that's Dwarven steel, son." He patted the youth on the head, though the boy still seemed displeased. "Your mum would have me hide if I let you play with it, right?" The boy nodded begrudgingly, and he sulked back to the group of watching mothers.
Tobias looked about silently, as though he were interested in his surroundings. Dark, rustic buildings piled close together formed the neighborhood adjacent to the dock. His orders had said he would be greeted by the city watch upon arrival, but thus far Tobias had seen only the children and the women.
Wintery white covered the cobbled streets that stretched out before him, and Tobi reached up to scratch his nose. "Do you children like the snow?" He asked, only half interested in the question himself. A chorus of "yeah" and "yes" rang out in response, and the children dispersed toward the powder as their interests were drawn away from the newcomer. One young girl remained, and Tobias tilted his head down to glance at her.
"Hey mister," she smiled up at him. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
Tobias' lips twisted up in a smirk, and he knelt down to give her eye contact. Strawberry blonde locks and a pair of blue eyes met the soldier, and he ruffled the child's hair. "I tell you what," he said, "as soon as I've finished sorting out the business of lodgings, I would love to build a snowman with you. If," he said, glancing up toward the mother that had migrated toward them, "this lovely lady finds that agreeable?"
The heavy set woman who seemed infectiously happy responded with a broad smile. "You're too kind, m'lord. If you do come back, you're welcome to build a snowman with little Lora. If you're too busy, she'll understand."
Tobias remembered a time when his father had been too busy to play, and he frowned for a moment. "I'll return, Lora," he met her gaze again, and the little girl cheered with joy. Tobias blinked as she planted a wet kiss on his cheek, then glanced back over his shoulder to where Camille stood at the edge of the dock. He gave the woman a look that said 'don't say a word,' but Camille only smirked triumphantly in response.
Radasanth had the makings of his most interesting stationing yet, and he had only just arrived. Rising from his knee, Tobias surveyed the area once more. "Ma'am," he addressed the mother of his new friend, "could you direct me to the nearest branch of the city watch?"
The woman blinked in response. "Why, they're just down the way," she pointed in the direction. "I can't believe they weren't here to welcome you, if you were expecting them. They're usually quite cordial."
"Busy, I suspect," Tobias smiled. "Thank you, ma'am. That will be all. And Lora, I will see you later on."
The little girl waved enthusiastically. Tobias laughed to himself as he started in the indicated direction. "Already charming the women of Radasanth, I see," Camille jeered. She thought she heard something stifled come from Tobias, but she was unsure. The obscene gesture he followed up with made it abundantly clear, and Camille burst out in a fit of laughter.