Mountain Tragedy {Closed}

[Celes Chere]

Celes was walking along the winding paths of Mt Gagazet. The winds of the mountains whipping her hair as she did. She had made it over the upward slope with little resistance as she avoided the commonly used paths and instead found a back trail on that side.

Showing little to the adverse conditions that surrounded her she was still garbed in her traveling cloak tied around her neck, her blackened mail armor, with twin swords on her hip, and was making no attempts to hide her appearance as she descended the mountain. Stopping after making it past a small Ronso encampment she took a moment to clear her head and reassess what her state was.

:: Alright... I am nearing the Calm Lands. Yet there is little Ronso activity as if there was something stopping them from descending. Like there was an army or something down there. Guess I will have to chance moving out in the easiest to move path here shortly. Though I have done little to hide my appearance from Gesthals spies. He will know I am here as soon as I make contact with the locals as I know his spies are inside each of the populace around the Calm Lands... ::

She sat upon a large rock and thought to herself as she caught her breath. Taking another few moments she coughed loudly and looked down at her blades as a uneasy feeling crept over her. Speaking out loud she aired her concerns.

"If there is nothing here... Then why is it the avatar told me to travel by foot over the mountain? It is as if there might be something in the lands ahead of me I might have to confront."

Shutting herself up she closed her eyes for a moment as she contemplated her own words.

[Zidane Tribal]

The weather was pretty decent out for it being windy, slightly chilly and on a bloody mountain. Keeping his natural aloofness and carefree attitude Zidane had decided to do some exploring while the gang was in a small town off in the distance resupplying the food and well supplies, looking back at the town it was now just a speck in the distance but he had a good feeling that he wouldn’t have a problem finding his way back he just had to follow the sound of the music and the random encampments of soldiers in the area. Deciding to take a seat by the fire of one of the camps Zidane quickly warmed himself up and helped himself to some of the meat that had been cooking over the fire, as he bit into the tender and juicy meat he watched as a beautiful girl walked past the campsite she was wearing blackened mail armor with twin swords hanging from her belt with only a traveling cloak.

*Either she’s crazy or dangerous,* Smiling he made sure to keep back far enough so that he wouldn’t alert her to his presence and decided to follow her hoping to learn more about this mysterious girl or find adventure, either one worked for Zidane. The girl stopped for a moment and then sat on top of a rock and after a few moments of silence began to speak to herself about something, catching only a few words of what she said, Zidane figured that she must be some on some quest for some guy named avatar or something like that. Not to sure what he should do since it seemed she was going to just sit there for a moment Zidane decided to just go talk to the girl, *Hell it’s one way to find adventure.* Making sure to approach from the side of the rock so that the girl didn’t think he was sneaking up on her to like rape her or some annoying misunderstanding. “So do you do this often?” Smiling and waving his hand back and forth towards the girl and the rock. “Just sit on rocks and mumble to yourself?” Putting his hands behind his head Zidane continued, “Seems like a nice way of attracting more attention to yourself then you already have.” Sticking his thumb behind him Zidane pointed out the few soldiers that had taken to gawking at her.

[Favael Nocturnus]

¬¬¬¬Scouting. Definitely not what Favael was the best at, not to mention scouting was done alone which meant he wasn’t able to protect the maester as he should be able to. That said, his mood wasn’t the best. At least the cold of Mount Gagazet didn’t bother him one bit due to his inner fire. Carefully he made his way up the mountain, he was sent to be sure that the Ronso Tribes were doing at least all right even with Gestahl’s invading force. Getting past them was not easy, but he kept his distance and took his time to figure out when was a good time to move. The young guardian could deal with cold many times longer than the average person.

As he was nearing one of the last Ronso camps he spotted something - a woman and some other person sitting on a rock. He stayed off to the side, looking mostly like he was just walking by even if he was still watching them both. They seemed to be preoccupied anyway. Good for him.

Hm…I hate doing this. I don’t know whether or not Lord Seymour is safe or not… As he thought, the young teen grumbled quietly to himself. No, stop it Favael - this is a good thing. It gives you a chance to hone your skills on your own - you can’t always rely on Lord Seymour for everything. He can take care of himself. He scolded himself, shaking it off to pay attention to the two on the rock.

[Demon Lord]

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OOC: Right as the admin running this thread, I am going to state right now that I will post when I feel it is the best time to post in this thread [so please keep RPing off of each other] and that for this thread Celes has this fail condition to make things challenging for him.

Failure Condition:
A) If either Zidane or Favael are KOed in battle and not revived within two rounds Celes fails.

If Celes fails then the thread is not over, he just loses the original reward I had planned for this thread.

So with that now out in the open, please keep RPing.

[Celes Chere]

Celes turned to look at the voice and when she had she looked past the small man at the soldiers. Her eyes went wise as she recognized their uniforms almost instantly as those of a scouting branch of the Gesthalian Empire. With a quick thinking mind she smiled at the young genome, and with a swift movement she moved off the rock after waving to the genome to follow her.

Hoping the genome followed back down the path away from the soldiers she stopped several dozen yards away from them. Waiting for him to get nearby she grabbed the genome and pulled him off to the side of path and into a dense brush. In a whisper she began to speak.

"You are very lucky genome... If they had recognized me you would be dead as they would of tried to kill me on the spot..."

She stood when the soldiers did not cross the path and she did not wait to hear the response of the Genome. As she placed her hand on the blade beside her hip as she was tense and waiting for another presence she felt to come out and show themselves.

[Favael Nocturnus]

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[STYLE=width: 350px; padding: 2px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: #d62400; text-align: justify;]In a few short words, Favael was absolutely curious about what that woman was talking about with that other guy. He stayed hidden from the guards well enough, though it was interesting as he walked down this path after the random woman. He tried to keep his distance and stay hidden though he noticed that the woman held a stance similar to his own when he felt that Lord Seymour was in danger. Damn…she knows I’m here he guessed, turning around slightly to try and figure out what to do. I could show myself…but that might end badly. On the other hand…she seemed to be in a hurry to get away from all of those other guards... He stepped away from his hiding place to show himself - looking around to see if that other guy had come down the path as well. It didn’t seem that he did which meant that now he was alone with this woman. He tensed; the woman’s presence just seemed powerful. Favael didn’t say anything to her as he showed himself, though his hand was not on his weapon. The saber hung at his side.[/style]

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[Celes Chere]

Celes quickly turned as Favael approached her and the genome. Releasing Zidane she did not pay attention to him as all her attention went to Favael. Resting her hand on her blade's hilt she looked at him and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Who are you? Why did you follow me... Are you one of the Gesthalian Soldiers..."

Looking at Favael she was nervous as she knew that the moment she was spotted all heck would break loose. Being a general on the run from a superpower of the world had its hardship and this would be one of those situations.

[Favael Nocturnus]

Feb 5, 2013 13:59:38 GMT Favael Nocturnus said:

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[STYLE=width: 350px; padding: 2px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: #d62400; text-align: justify;]Are you one of the Gesthalian soldiers? Her question gave him pause. His hands clenched into fists and he placed them down at his sides. The snow around his feet cleared away from the heat that this boy was giving off. "I...most certainly am NOT one of those bastards" he seethed, speaking through clenched teeth. His hand still never moved to actually grasp his blade. Even if the question pissed him off, she obviously wanted nothing to do with those soldiers either. In this case, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. "My name is Favael Nocturnus, I am a guardian of Yevon." His face contorted into a scowl as it devolved from a glare at her for the question. Introducing himself as such should eliminate any and all suspicion about being part of the Empire. Depending on how well Celes knew the people of Spira, the basket of the blade at Favael's side bore a striking resemblance to Maester Seymour's staff.[/style]

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