Justin Silverblade

Just a little thing I came up with recently, thought I'd share it. Against the World, Friend… The lights of the big city, People drinking coffee and tea. Horns blare, people stare, And the mail always late in delivery. Against the world, friend, it’s you and me. Everywhere within our world, Are the wonders; around us all. Treasure every single bit of life, No matter how big, nor how small. And below the big conifer tree In the forest, nature be, Without fault, in it’s assault, Covering the land with greenery. Against the world, friend, it’s you and me. And through it all, keep friends close For in this world we hold so dear There is the but one treasure, Worth one’s complete ear. The great blue yonder, the sea, Full of quiet sparkling unity. Peaceful sleep, among the deep, Beauty kept for eternity. Against the world, friend, it’s you and me. Needless pearls, gold bars too Experience is the better rate. Not of trips or travels, but with Who you walk, does bear the weight. But what of the air, its destiny? And the clouds above, and their journey? Wistful ways, eternal days Their spirits be free in their symphony. Against the world, friend, it’s you and me. O thoughtful ways and hopeful dreams I need but one thing in life to win. Be it friend, family or even foe, I need those whom I can call kin.

"Whoo hoo!" Justin shouted, though stuck to the roof. "I'm part of the- Oh my..." His words were interuppted by the soft clatter of coins from his upsdie down gold pouch. "No! My gold!" He watched from the roof as his pouch unravelled and all of his coins (not amounting to a lot, btw) fell to a neat little golden pile on the floor. Securely tarred(?) to the roof he could only moan. "Wyvern was it? I'm happy to be a part of the Pen, but, uh... is this an everyday occurance?" OOC: Thanks Wyvern. I look forward to writing a lot with you ladies and gents.

[OCC: I'm not going to introduce Erick, as if he would steal Balladore's pouch, I'll let one of you two write that. Justin would likely be too slow to be any useful help. ] "Relax lass, no one's going to get you here," said Justin with a smile. He did turn back to the bar just briefly to finish the bottom of his ale. As he did he turned to Balladore with an inquisitive glance and mouthed the word 'Legion?' "And I'm sure if anyone could teach ya, it would be me," Justin motioned for her to come closer to him, but instead moved his face inward and whispered: "They don't call me Silverblade for nothin'." As he brought his body back away from Imoe, he stood off his barstool. "There's one problem though," Justin said as he slowly unsheathed his short sword and placed it on the ground next to her. "It's much to big. I think, daggers were invented for you lass." Leaning his sword against the bar, Justin searched his body over, and started mumbling to himself. "I'm sure I had a knife around here somewhere, or some kind of short blade. Or did I sell that too? Blast this armour... it better come in handy. Oh wait! Here we are!" He found a hidden slot in his left gauntlet (if it's possible, /me doesn't know quite how medievil equipment works...) and in it an old dagger. "Not much to look at, but it'll do." Handing it to Imoe, Justin looked/thought for a suitable place to practice (as in the middle of the bar, just wouldn't do). "And then after, you've got to tell me a little about yourself Imoe, and this Legion guy too."

[OCC: Thanks Balladore. And for others, feel free to move Justin to keep him 'in the picture'. Also, in this passage, I tried to play Balladore as little as possible, so that I wouldn't take actions that he wouldn't. Also, I'm going to play as if he didn't see the face... as the fire distracted him and he doesn't see Druid magic everyday.] "So this is the Lock and Key," said Justin, after he and Balladore had settled in at the bar, leaving Imoe to her rest. "I wanted to stay here, but my gold-pouch was already angry at me for buying this metal." Justin tapped his plate mail. "I don't think I introduced myself, my name's Justin Silverblade. I'm an adventurer, but sometimes I have to be a mercenary, of the good sort of course. Regardless of the trade, I've got eat one way or another, right? Pleased to meet you Balladore." As he extended his hand to shake Balladore's the barkeep walked up. "What can I get ye?" Justin smiled. "A couple of beer. The ah... druid? is buying," he said, looking to Balladore with a hopeful smile. The barkeep determined that there was money somewhere between the two of them, and had other customers to serve. He brought them their drink requests. Taking a big sip out of his beer, Justin looked Balladore up and down. "So uh, you're one of those druids, or a mage? I can't tell you guys apart, except I haven't ever heard of a mage changing into a horse like that. That's impressive stuff. Me, I trust the good old fasioned steel." Justin glanced to the empty stairs as his thoughts turned to the girl. "Well I wonder what was with that girl. You said you checked her soul, er, aura, er thing and that she didn't do anything bad? Geeze, it breaks my heart to see the young ones get thrown into the real world so quickly. Wonder what happened to her parents..." Over the remainder of the beer, Justin discussed with Balladore the few words that Imoe had said (including her name). He was about to continue with ideas as to what happened, when his occasional glance to the stairs caught the sight of Imoe sitting on the steps. Justin caught Balladore's eye and motioned his head towards her. "What do you think?" Edited by: Justin Silverblade at: 1/5/02 9:59:31 pm

Always with eye open for gold, Justin stepped forth, tall and bold, And like a buffoon, Sang, without tune His words to the crowd: "Behold! A game of such calibur and kind, Is one playing, I wouldn't mind. So pour me an ale, I must tell a tale And I'm already 12 drinks behind! There once was a lady named Sue Who shouldn't drink a glass over two She tried this fasade, And looked rather odd When she jumped on the bar like a kangaroo! And of course there was Bob the Great, He could never quite get things straight. His house was built, On a hill with a tilt, And he could only count to eight. Though these tales might be tame, And the jokes... slightly lame, But I can safely say, There is no way, That I could pass up this great game! Another ale please, I've finished mine, Make it stronger, I still feel fine... I could be wrong, I'm not that strong, And I think this room's on a slight incline."

"Good morning indeed..." Justin mumbled to himself. He walked to the door, and staying within the room peeked his head out to see where the sheep in tar and feathers was. When he realized what he was thinking, he shook his head and returned his gaze and thoughts to the room. Tired of holding his helmet like a fool in an empty room, he placed it in the vacant seat. He no intention of sitting for now. The Pen housed interesting kin, it seemed. A different lady, to be sure. What did she say her name was? A smile came to Justin's lips when he realized: She didn't.

[OOC: Sounds like fun, and I am applying here as well, so if it's all right, I'd like to join you here Turi. I will play an adventurer by the name of Justin 'Silverblade' Thomas. He will be having a longer-than-normal stay at this local town at the time of the story. His description is within the writing below. BTW - I liked your opening.] "Silverblade! Get back 'ere!" The metal-clad adventurer dodged the tossed wooden mug and watched it bounce it's way down the ally. "Sorry George, I'll have to catch you another time," he said laughingly. The toothless barkeep exited his tavern. "Like 'ell ya will! This be the third time this month you've jumped outta my tavern without paying. You've got a tab ta pay, and you'll pay it today!" Squinting his one good eye, George the Toothless walked out into the street. But the adventurer only laughed loudly, and took off down the street. "See you George!" "SILVERBLADE!!" Whipping out of the street, and into an ally-way, the adventurer known as Silverblade ran through one corridor and around the next. His plate-mail gave his position away, as well as robbing him of his breath several blocks away from the tavern. Refusing to stop until he could not hear George's shouts he let his legs carry him out of one back ally and into another street. As he came around the corner he nearly ploughed into a girl. "Whoa! Watch out there lass- Oh my..." When Silverblade took a look at the young lady, he gripped his short sword, and brushed back his dirty-blond hair from his eyes. Up and alert, he looked for her attacker. Blood on her clothes, and axe dragged behind her... it seemed that she had fended whomever it was off for now. Then it hit him. The whispers in the street (which had now become apparent to him) were directed at her. She hadn't any cuts on her; her skin was clean of it's own blood. The red stains where not her own. His hand gently left his sword, knowing that he may have to return it there shortly. Silverblade knelt in front of the girl and fought to find her eyes. His face lost the laughter it had ran with when he looked at the girl. She seemed not to care that he was in front of her. Indeed, her gaze, looked distant. "Young lady- m'lady! Look at me! My name is Justin; Justin Silverblade. Who are you and... what happened?"

Justin entered the tavern. Fully armored in a well kept plate-mail, he moved across the tavern floor with slow footsteps. He made eye-contact with whatever beings searched for his. The the soft metal cry of his gauntlet gave his hand away when he reached for the door to the recruitment office. Justin didn't care. Entering the desired location, he removed his helmet. Revealed, was straight, greasy, dirty-blonde hair, and a dirt travelled face. Blue eyes met the empty room, and then the parchment tacked to the wall. He placed the helmet by his side, opposite his sheathed short sword and read it carefully: 'To those new to the Pen, or thinking of Applying' He retracted his gaze. Aware that he saw no one in the room, and that the door was open, he spoke to the empty desk: "I request acceptance into the Pen is Mightier than the Sword. My name is Justin 'Silverblade' Thomas." And then, standing tall and patient, Justin waited.