Legends Cross || Closed

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Rain splattered against leather and hide; trees groaning under water and wind. Dull heavy steps of a horse echoed on a rocky path, carrying a hooded rider into the populated village. Few people would stand under the downpour, while most would recluse in homes or businesses with roaring fires. Sounds of soft music and laughter reverberated from the tavern, its livelihood was something always dependable amongst the wooden buildings.
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Black gloves pulled against brown reigns, steam rising from flared nostrils as steed halted on the wide road. With a somewhat graceful movement, the cloaked stranger descended from the black mount, his equally charcoal attire a stark contrast to the green scenery.
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His destination was the stables, needing to feed the mountainous horse he traveled on, and hoping to hold up somewhere dry before heading up the mountain path. With the setting sun, the man was almost forced to stop for the night, as it was never safe to travel once the moon had risen.
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Careful fingers tied horse to pole before walking up the steps, and past the open threshold. Pulling back his hood, a young man with dark hair and bright blue eyes shed the water from his shoulders before looking around.
"I need to buy some oats..." a monotone voice calling out loud enough for someone to hopefully hear, but not with any eagerness or urgency.

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Lailah

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[Lailah]

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The world was on fire


and no one could save me but you


It's strange what desire


will make foolish people do

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The young maiden was working effortlessly to keep the rain out from the leaky stables, throwing buckets over the fences as they drained into the cobblestone streets. Garbed in a sturdy surcoat, she had a scraggly shawl wrapped over her head like a cowl, keeping her hair from becoming too damp in the rain.

Days like these were always followed with heavy workloads; scrubbing the stables of mud and grooming the horses, replacing any soiled food... Lailah was tired, dreading the work to come as she looked out into the slowly emptying street. Children ran as if the rain were like volleys of arrows, while the merchants and travelers continued about their business, lurking under stands and seeking shelter in taverns.

Letting out a sigh, the blonde tightly wrung out her skirt under the awning as her eyes fixated on the city gates. How desperately she wanted to leave... and as the lanterns slowly loomed with light against the darkened clouds, she thought how easy it would be to slip past the guards. Just as she did every night.

Longing in fantasy as she thought of the many ways she could slip away without notice, a man's voice inquiring about oats caught her ears as she turned to the man who was heading toward the merchant stands.

"You need oats?" she asked, her voice accompanying the rain that slapped against stone and wood. "Standard or premium?"

Folt

[Folt]

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A vehement grunt from behind the man would tell him all he needed to know. Blue eyes shifting to glance at the darkened beast beyond the wooden construct. A lofty sigh was quickly replaced with a gentle smile of embarrassment. "Premium it is," he answered, eyes lowering to look at the small stable hand. He was expecting a more hefty individual to be working in such conditions, always surprising him when it was the latter.
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"What is the cost of accommodating one burly beast for the night?... along with the feed...?" he asked with a half smile, trying to remember the amount of rupees in his pocket at the moment. If it was too much a price, he would likely be unable to pay for board in town, or even a hot meal, --but riding across the steep mountain path on a cranky horse would not be worth the warm feather bed.
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The young man looked eager to bring his horse in, partially stepping out of the rain cover to retrieve the reigns. "I promise he won't be too much trouble..." voice low, conflicting his innocent features. He was tall, with a lithe frame. Nothing hinting at years of hunger, but rather broad shoulders underneath his black armor pieces. Under the cloak, a glint of silver from the belt around his waist.
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[Lailah]

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The world was on fire


and no one could save me but you


It's strange what desire


will make foolish people do

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The small framed woman tilted her head as he inquired on pricing as she looked back to the stables, wrinkling her nose. "Twenty rupees..." she trailed as she watched the man walk toward the gates, and she assumed it was to grab the steed. Cerulean eyes lingered on his dark armor for a moment, and she wondered what could require such expensive pieces. Was he one of the seekers? Or perhaps a wealthy sellsword from another village? Or maybe a lord...

Moving toward the stables, she quickly opened one of the stalls, preparing the water and oats. Her shift was almost over... and she couldn't wait to cozy up at the fire and drink some mead. Stepping back out into the open street, she waited for the visitor to bring back this 'burly beast'--although she hardly believed any horse--or animal for that matter could compare to one... not like the ones out there. 

Looking around aimlessly as she waited, she wondered when the other hand would arrive to relieve her,. She was hungry, the bottoms of her skirts soaked in mud. 

Folt

[Folt]

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Twenty Rupees. It was a large price indeed, but a service he required in the end. With pursed lips and a small sigh, the stranger disappeared under the hail of water that beat down upon the roof. The light of the day began to fade even more, cloudy skies no longer lit up by the light of the passing sun. Instead, orange glowing lanterns began to decorate every corner and doorstep.
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After maybe a total of three minutes, the young man would return with the horse in tow. It stood maybe four heads taller than any normal stallion. Definitely thicker, with hooves the circumference of an average man's face. Ducking under the opening of the stables, the horse immediately shook its coat, splattering water against person and wall alike. An exasperated gasp slipped through grit teeth, as a gloved hand raised to calm the stirred beast.
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"This is Abraxos," he claimed, hands moving to relieve him of the black saddle. A peculiar bag attached to the side via a thick rope. It's burlap color a stained blue. Once the large saddle was pulled from it's back, Folt dug behind his cloak for a small bag. In it was the remainder of his pocket money. Thirty one. He reluctantly pulled a total of twenty five from the bag, handing them out to the small young girl. "Extra... he eats alot..."
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Counting the rest; that left six. Enough for a meal if he was lucky. "Where can I buy something to eat?" he asked as well. It wasn't often that he stopped in Hateno on his way back to the temple.


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Lailah

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[Lailah]

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The world was on fire


and no one could save me but you


It's strange what desire


will make foolish people do

[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE4OThf/FFXIV%20OST%20The%20Churning%20Mists%20Night%20Theme%20%28%20Skylords%20%29.mp3[/music]
The blonde hylian waited patiently for the man to return with his large horse, eyes widening a bit as she tilted her head in curiosity. A mountain horse... she had never seen one up close before. As she allowed for the dark hared man to bring the horse into the stable, she followed, being splattered with water as she let out a small laugh, "Well it's very nice to meet you, Abraxos..." she then turned to see the man handing her the rupees.

Ah yes, a horse this big would surely eat more than the average... but looking over his remainder of funds, she frowned, realizing that he barely had enough to get both food and rest. Pressing her lips together tightly, she breathed through her nose as she looked at the neighboring tavern that her uncle had owned. Perhaps if she asked nicely... "Keep the five. You'll need it," she plucked the twenty from his hand and tucked it into her apron. 

This city was... overpriced. There was no wonder so many lived in poverty. It clearly catered to overcharging travelers and swindling lords out of their money. "My uncle owns the inn next door. I'm about to get off... I just need to change and if you accompany me inside, he won't fuss about taking every last piece off of you," she explained. 

Folt

[Folt]

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Dark brow raised, blue hues lighting up in awe as he watched her only pluck the twenty from his palm. Cupping his hand, the young man smiled. "I greatly appreciate it young miss," he responded looking to the tavern next door with a bit of hope that he did not have prior. "Although if I had to choose a meal over a bed... I would choose the bed," his voice soft as he remembered that he had some rations leftover in the satchel.
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After replacing the rupees back into his bag and fixing it to his belt, the man released the clasp on his cloak, letting the wet heavy fabric fall to the ground, and revealing the remainder of his armor, as well as the silver medallion around his neck. It was the symbol of a Shadow Seeker, and anyone that had knowledge of them would notice and recognize it immediately.
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"Who is supposed to be relieving you?" he asked curiously, not knowing any of the stable hands personally, but rather than asking to know just for the sake of knowing. "I was surprised to see someone such as yourself doing... this.." What that would mean exactly, he couldn't say. But not many young girls tended horses and shoveled shit and muck for a living.


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[Lailah]

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The world was on fire


and no one could save me but you


It's strange what desire


will make foolish people do

[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE4OThf/FFXIV%20OST%20The%20Churning%20Mists%20Night%20Theme%20%28%20Skylords%20%29.mp3[/music]
Cerulean eyes matched his for a moment as she pressed her lips together in thought. "Well then you'll be happy to know you'll get both, aye?" she smiled warmly as he inquired about who was relieving her. As her eyes wandered the street for a moment, she blinked as she could see a short scraggly man slowly approaching them. Pointing, she let out a sigh in relief. "Him... and yeah. My father owns it. So I help. Saves labor, I suppose."

Her eyes then scanned back to the man, as he had relieved himself of his cloak, and she found herself enamored by his armor... and the medallion across his neck. "You're a seeker!" she gave a quiet gasp as she looked around, rather impatient for her relief to approach. A rather unfit, tired and gaunt looking man who yawned as he stepped up to the stable. "Thank the goddesses you're here... I'm off now!" she said, saluting her replacement before she eagerly stepped from the awning toward the brightly lit tavern. Looking back at the seeker she raised a brow. "You coming?"

Folt

[Folt]

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A smaller framed individual slowly entered field of vision, covering himself from the rain that pelted against anyone who traveled underneath it. Folt grimaced slightly, but returned his attention to the young girl. "My name is Folt... and yes I am a seeker," he replied, curious at her excitement towards that discovery. Not that everyone was displeased in their line of work; on the contrary most people were grateful, but some kept their distance for various reasons.
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Following the girl, he gave a single glance back towards Abraxos and the man that now looked up at him with contempt. Stepping out into the rain, he quickly picked up the pace until the two of them were up at the door of the tavern. "Your father owns the stables and your uncle runs the Inn?" he asked curiously, intrigued that family businesses such as this were doing so well. Nowadays, noble bloodlines of old were an entirely different class than simple merchants.
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Holding open the door, he would let her walk before him, the scent of various foods and beverages hitting his nose. It was far warmer here than it was outside, but his armor was well made fore temperature regulation.


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[Lailah]

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The world was on fire


and no one could save me but you


It's strange what desire


will make foolish people do

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As she stepped into the tavern, the sounds of laughter and music filled her ears as she looked around carefully. Furrowing her brows she took a deep breath, eager to remove her damp clothing. "Yeah... my family has ran it for quite a while... At least six generations. Probably the only reason we're still in business; it's familiar and recognizable. The Beckett name holds weight here, even if we aren't exactly wealthy..." she explained, realizing that she never introduced herself. "I'm Lailah. If you're a seeker... maybe you've met my brother? He joined a few years ago..." she slowly approached the bar, where a dark skinned woman glimmered at the sight of her.

"Ina! This is Folt. He's my friend. Get him food and a drink. And a room!" she commanded to her as she pointed her finger with sternness. Looking back at the man she smiled, eager to interrogate him about what the outside world was like, and what the seekers were about. "I'm going to change really quick," she said quickly, before disappearing up the stairs next to the counter. As she made her way to a small corner room, she quickly stripped out of her work clothes, throwing them in a basket before throwing on a more proper, yet casual dress, quilted in blue and red patterns with a white cotton blouse underneath.

She snatched a small pouch, tying it around her waist as she made her way back down the stairs and took a seat up at the bar near the Seeker before throwing down a blue rupee. "Honey mead..." she then threw a couple more rupees down. "And roasted cuccoo~" she smiled wide at Ina, before turning her attention to Folt once more. "So what brings you to Hateno? I've seen all the seekers around here, but I don't recognize you at all."

Folt

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There was an immediate atmosphere change as soon as they stepped into the tavern. Music filling his senses along with echoes of various conversations. Glancing down at the girl, he was a bit taken back by the mention of her brother. Beckett did sound familiar, and a name remained on the tip of his tongue.
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"A...Aren!" he chimed. Her brother was just quite old enough that Folt only got to train him for a small time, as he was assigned to more green recruits. Aren showed promise, but only at various times. Approaching the bar, he took note of her eagerness and commanding behaviour with the bar keep. Moving the stool with his hand, Folt pulled it out to sit atop of it.
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The girl loudly proclaimed she was off to change out of her mucky clothes, to which Folt only replied with a nod, looking at Ina with a small smile. "A stew would be nice," he asked, smelling the cooking pot with its array of herbs, "And some ale," his voice a bit timid as he looked around uncomfortable. The man could face down a charging Lynel but being in a new place with strangers always put him on edge.
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It wouldn't take long before he had a bowl in front of him, and the girl returned, his eyes glancing over her fresh features. Lingering over her blonde hair and the pointed ears. She was Hylian. Not that it was unheard of; he had seen plenty of Hylians, but it was just uncommon and always a shock when he did. Outside of the Lord Commander, he did not see very many.
[break][break]"Last stop before traveling into the Mountains. I don't typically stop in towns myself," he explained. He would either bypass completely, or have a partner retrieve any needed supplies. But in the last few years, he had not been out of the Temple very often, as he had taken up training recruits in place of the old captain.


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[Lailah]

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The world was on fire


and no one could save me but you


It's strange what desire


will make foolish people do

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The blonde looked down at his stew, a bit relieved that he wasn't too shy to order something. But her stomach grumbled loudly as the flagon of mead was placed in front of her and she looked up at Ina with a pondering gaze. "I think today I'll have some salted pork with leeks." Taking the flagon in her hand she took a hearty sip from it before setting it back onto the counter.

"So you're going back to the keep then?" she raised a brow. She wondered if her brother was still there or not. She hadn't seen him since he had left for training. "What's it like? Working for the last known descendent of the old world?" her eyes widened in wonder before she looked back at her flagon. "I can't imagine it's all fun. I've seen some of those monsters out there... there's a reason they're constantly recruiting right?"

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The young man gingerly lifted a spoonful of stew up to his lips, chewing it as he nodded at her questions. The monster threat was ever growing and somedays it felt as though there was never enough of them to quell the beasts. However in recent decades, they have developed new techniques and study of monsters has enabled the Seekers to make strides against the sheer amount of monsters.
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"The Lord Commander is... an interesting individual. I met her when I was very young, and she was already making a name for herself as a leader. She was raised for the role," he claimed, remembering how intimidating the young woman was even at a mere sixteen years old.
[break][break]"Thanks to her, recruits are being trained better and its been tame for a few years... for now," he explained, taking another bite. The fact that she was a descendant of a history long forgotten was never really a discussion. A name meant nothing unless you had the will to stand behind it, and the world could welcome you with open arms.
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"But yes... I return to the keep in the morning. I am returning from a mission," he said, noting the evidence he carried on his horses saddle. A head of a large Moblin chieftain. He always hated facing them, as it did nothing but remind him of the fire consuming his childhood home.

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[Lailah]

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The world was on fire


and no one could save me but you


It's strange what desire


will make foolish people do

[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE5MThf/The%20Witcher%203%20-%20Wild%20Hunt%20-%20Drink%20Up%2C%20There%27s%20More%21%20Extended.mp3[/music]
The blonde nodded, listening to his words. She had heard whispers of the Lord Commander from the Seekers that were stationed along the village... a woman that made men look both ways before speaking ill of her, or airing a complaint. It was admirable in a way; to carry the weight of a name like that, and be able to show its strength. Of course she would be raised to hold its reputation.

As the plate of pork was brought before her, she grabbed a fork, immediately placing some in her mouth as the hunger tore at her stomach. He mentioned a mission, and that he was returning to the keep in the morrow. "I see..." she trailed, after chewing and swallowing the meat.

She paused the conversation for a moment, to take a few more bites as her brain argued with itself, on if this could be her opportunity. She knew how to fight... even if she didn't look it. Thanks to her brother, and father. She was strong, and that was evident by her position on the stables.

Taking the flagon, she took another hearty sip before pressing her lips together, hesitant to speak as if it would slip right out and ruin her chances. She couldn't come right out and say it. Tilting her head, she looked back at Folt thoughtfully. "Are... they still accepting recruits?"

Folt

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The plate that she was waiting for finally arrived, and like he expected, she tore into it. A small smile spread over his lips before he continued to eat at his own pace. Ripping up a piece of sourdough bread to dip into it's juices. This was the first decent meal he had eaten since leaving the Keep a week ago. Other than this, it has been a diet of rations and dried meat.
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A timid voice pulled his attention and he moved his gaze to linger on her face. A brow raised, he did the typical thing that any Seeker, --no any person, would do; He glanced her up and down. Looking for any sign that she was either serious or joking. "Recruiting isn't really the word I would use for it," he explained, "Its a lifestyle that folks just sign up for and they either succeed, or they don't."
[break][break]The term 'recruiting' made it feel like were actively seeking out individuals that showed some amount of promise, or were picky on the people that they swore in. "Can't really turn anyone away... or at least they haven't in the seventeen years that I have lived there."
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The man paused, turning to face her more directly, "Why... Are you considering?" he asked, a bit shocked and in awe that someone who lived such a comfy life would want to give it all up and possibly die at the hands of a monster.
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