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IThe Outpost - TalonΒ Β

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earlsokolovβ:
Truthfully, Nik just wanted to take his drink in peace. He would have moved to a different area if he couldnβt feel the cold seeping into his bones, but as it was he currently needed to be by the fire at least in the interim.Β βNo, can you blame a man for wanting to drink without being turned away?β
Her gaze made him uneasy and that was not a feeling that Nik was used to. He wasnβt intimidated exactly, but he definitely got the sense that he was being scrutinised, that there was something about him she either didnβt like or was trying to work out. Shit, she wasnβt one of his one night flings from back home was she? No, even in a drunken stupor he always made a point to remember those should they or their husbands make a return appearance.Β βStopping by, just to get out of the castle for a while.β
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Nadia had done a good job avoiding anything and anyone from Iilyria for a good while. Given the price still on her head, she wasnβt particularly interested in getting another mark on her red ledger... Still, as the wheels turned in her mind, sometimes it was alright to indulge her curiosity. Blue eyes held firm her gaze, the corner of her lips pulling upwards.Β βLooks like weβre just a pair of blameless individuals then.β She moved to the side, making a bit more room for the stranger.
It wasnβt enough to pour through her memories, the face of the man bringing forth little from the sixteen years she had in her home country. Worst came to worst, her sword was still comfortably strapped to her thigh. Itβs the next words that bring forth a laugh.Β βFrom the castle hmm?βΒ Was he royalty? A guard? A stable hand? Given the accent and the now little detail, Nadia leaned forward. It was a thin line between potential friend and enemy. βDonβt tell me you got bored of all those servants and riches? Iβve heard even the latrines there are golden encrusted... royal shits.βΒ She took a sip of her ale, shaking her head.Β βWhat can you find here that you donβt have there?βΒ
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he Β sat Β alone Β in Β the Β gardens, Β watching Β others Β around Β him Β go Β about Β there Β their Β day. Β this Β was Β his Β attempt Β to Β be Β social, Β to Β be Β seen, Β though Β he Β made Β no Β attempt Β to Β start Β a Β conversation Β with Β them, Β nor Β interact Β with Β them. Β in Β truth, Β he Β was Β unsure Β of Β he Β would Β even Β approach Β them, Β he Β spent Β the Β major Β of Β his Β stay Β here Β avoiding Β everyone, Β avoiding Β all Β sort Β of Β gatherings Β (to Β the Β best Β of Β his Β ability) Β that Β he Β no Β longer Β remembered Β the Β protocol. Β now Β he Β sat Β on Β a Β stone Β bench,Β aron Β found Β himself Β missing Β rhys,Β Β again.Β Β
The gardens... it reminded her of the castle back in Iilyria. Faint memories of roses blooming, ice covering their petals as the inclement weather challenged them to survive. Beautiful and delicate things never made it in a country like that. Certainly not during the reign of the mad king. Nadia had been only sixteen when she was forced to leave, branded a traitor... sword strapped to her side, the mercenary absentmindedly took a seat on one of the benches, aching muscles enjoying the brief calm. Her eyes briefly flickered towards the man a few clicks away, either lost in thought or people watching.Β βThis place looks like a proper circus...β Nadia muttered, her fingers tapping against her thigh as she observed the passerby's.Β βPeacocks prancing around in their most expensive jewels... meanwhile people outside these walls got about fuck all to their name.β
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It had been a long day spent cooped up in the castle and Aeron had felt himself growing more and more restless by the minute as he tried to find entertainment or some useful purpose for himself around the castle when all it seemed he could do was wait. It had been a long time since he was anchored to one place for so long and he had eventually opted to take one of the horses out over the plains to clear his head.Β
He had returned only when the weather began to change for the worse and made it back to the stables just before the downpour started.Β βI donβt suppose you could give me a hand?β He called out as he dismounted.Β βI want to get this old boy sheltered fast before he gets drenched.β
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The castle. Truth be told, Nadia had avoided the rich and royals unless her job demanded it. With the wounds of the past still open, could anyone blame her weariness? Sheβd just finished collecting payment for another odd job when the rain came. Cold. Dark. Was it an omen for the times to come... Headed to the stables, a voice and the sound of disgruntled horse caught her attention as she rounded the corner.Β βLucky timing...β She nodded in response, one gloved hand reaching out towards the animal.Β βArenβt you handsome.β Nadiaβs voice cooed before she turned to the man beside.Β βIβve never met a horse who liked the sound of thunder.β The chuckle left her lips, the mercenaryβs eyebrow hitching upwards.Β
earlsokolovβ:
With the latest horror at the castle, Nik was doing what he did best: drinking. Even if he was not tied to the deceased in any way, the thought that a man might have been murdered by a wife furious at being tethered to him did not sit well. Had he not worked out an arrangement with his own wife all those years ao, the same might have happened to him.
The air outside was bitter and once Nik successfully had his drink in his hand, he made his way over to the fire to try and rid the chill from his bones but found himself stopped by a voice.Β βCan a man not take a drink by a warm fire these days?β
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Itβs the accent that catches Nadia off guard, ten years of her exile not erasing the Illyrian tongue from memory. It was the same one sheβd tried so hard to conceal. As it was, the old Mad King still had his fervent supports hidden in back alleys and shady inns... and she wouldnβt fall on their sword. Winter eyes immediately look in his direction, curiosity causing her to gesture to the space.Β βCan you blame a woman for being weary of strangers? Especially in these times?β The smirk dissipates from her features as she leans back, ale in hand.
Itβs like solving a rubikβs cube blind, trying to shift through memories to find if she knows the man. A nobleman? A sordid civilian? She canβt place him.Β βI suppose I can share the space... call it an olive branch.β The mercenary nods.Β βI donβt think Iβve seen you here before, and with all the times Iβve stayed, Iβm familiar with most of the dirt boots drag in here. Stopping by or staying?β

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Where: No Manβs Land | The Inn Who: Anyone
The wedding. The death of a nobleman. Wasnβt their world always bathed in chaos? It was all countermoves and moves, royals deciding the fate of thousands with each chess piece they tossed aside. Nadia had long ago removed herself from politics... but when times were hard, her kind of work certainly benefitted. There had been the paranoid duke who ordered his brother's murder. After all, who could take his position if they were six feet under? The safe passage of a King's bastard, brought to a new country and away from persecution... at least until that contract was up. The task didn't matter so as long as her pockets were lined.Β
The inglenookΒ Nadia took to was near the fire, blue eyes surveying the rough crowd that came out to play. She always loved the evenings in No Man's Land- the lawlessness, the dirt, the opportunity. It was a stark change to her lost childhood... The shuffle of boots broke her out of her head, a smirk pulling at her lips before she took a sip of her ale.Β βSpotβs taken, love... unless youβre bringing something interesting to the table?β
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i believe that is nadia rostoya, the exiled mercenary & ranger of iilyria. they are twenty-six years old and are known to be very jocular Β & pragmatic trait, though they can also be very roguish & vengeful. they remind me of the crimson stain of a judas kiss, the sound of thunder echoing in the mountains, and the glimmer of a freshly sharpened blade . ( izabella, 23, cst, she/her )
Hi guys, Iβm Izabella and super excited to plot/write here is a quick snippet on my girl.
TDLR;; Was born to into a military family, her father was a general. Trained for war most of her life however things went south when mad King Sacha started his crusade. Her father ended up dying in the war and Nadia blamed Sacha... driven by vengeance, she tried to kill the man however failed. In return, sheβs been exiled and living as a sellsword.
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Gimme all the plots -> discordΒ Izaballislife#6970
Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?
Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & BoneΒ (via thequotejournals)
Jessica Green as Talon in The Outpost 2x04

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In your eyes, thereβs a light, a terrible, all-consuming light, and thereβs no mercy to give now. (Divine, they chant; itβs not a lie.) From your lips, molten gold; from your veins, sharp salvation. You are a fountain of holiness, spilling and spilling and spilling. βWho are you to make a God kneel?β they ask, fear and awe in their eyes. You smirk, your mouth a knife, βmessiahβ and this is your altar. (And what a spectacular doom too.)
GOD HAS NOTHING WITH YOU (via shattered-royalty)
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Her battle cry echoes across bloody fields in time to slashing steel. When she joins the ranks, blood streaming across her skin as easily as sweat, she leads the surge of army against army. Brave, the soldiers mutter as they spot her in armor, killing her way across the battlefield. Genius, they say when her battle prowess leads the army to devour her enemies whole. She holds worship in one hand and fear in the other, for all know that those who dare defy her will meet an unhappy end.
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