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TS - Day 08 - Bisanthium.

He looked at her with a little smug grin. As he decided to irritate her a little bit. He gently slid his hand over her tummy and leaned closer giving her a last kiss. He took a last look at her from his side and after a few moments he untied her. Getting up he got dressed. And indeed... the thought of a bath pleased him greatly.

"If that is all... i'll be off".
 
"Yes, that is all at the moment." Shawn sat up into a kneeling position, legs together, allowing Valerios one last look at her naked body before she scooped up her dress from the floor and slipped it on. "I believe you know where the nearest bathroom is, if you are in need of a bath. After you have cleaned yourself, you may want to look for Andrea somewhere in the tower. She always has a gift for any man who... treated her right. A new weapon, most likely, for a man who is as great a lover as he is a fighter."

With that, she walked past Valerios and out of the room.
 
He frowned. These women were crazy.
He had to admit he had enjoyed it greatly. He was still of flesh and blood after all.
But though this pampered life of one man among a horde of adoring beauties was great he hadn't forgotten his oath to save Rachel.
Returning to his room, he took a bath and freshened up. The handmaidens proved eager to help him and after arranging a small meal, he was directed to where Andrea was.
Clad in his armour and decent new clothing, he looked around. He still had his sword and dagger and he saw Andrea standing at a window.
He couldn't deny that she was intriguing. An unusual woman. Strong... .
 
Andrea looked at him with interest. She had a great time with him in the bedroom, and though she was not attracted to him the same way Lady Shawn was, she felt the need to have a brief chat with him, warrior to warrior. Then she noticed that he had with him his weapons, probably because he was always on the lookout for trouble and did not want to part with his sword and dagger yet.

In her hand was a sword in a shiny black scabbard lined with curved silver decorations. "In my spare time, I practice the art of smithery. Every weapon I forge is as much a work of art as it is an instrument of death. I figured you would be interested in this..." She unsheathed the sword, which appeared to be a bastard sword that had a slightly curved blade and a single edge. Its hilt was as black as the scabbard, and on one side of the blade was a fine engraving of the weapon's name, "Rosethorn". Sliding it back in with a soft click, she presented it to Valerios.
 
He took it at first a bit wearily but than he nodded. Bowing lightly without letting his eyes leave her, he said "Thank you. I am... Honored" he said.
"But why are you giving me this? It's valuable..." he drew the sword and checked it. Great balance, sharp and well formed. He cut at the air and sheated it. he looked at her.
A magnificent sword from a magnificent woman still in a way she and her mistress held him captive and he was not going to forget that.
 
She smiled. "Why use a plain old sword when you can have a weapon its maker put her heart and soul into?" She referred to the sword Valerios used before receiving Rosethorn. It was certainly reliable enough to get him through the challenges of the tower and kill his final opponent, but to Andrea it looked like a weapon designed for soldiers, mass produced by groups of blacksmiths with an emphasis on quantity rather than quality. Valerios deserved more than that.

"I don't mind parting with this sword. I already have a nice collection of weapons, some forged by me, others picked up from the bodies of men who were slain as they made their way up the tower. The sword you now hold in your hand is one of my creations. May I ask, where did you get your old sword?"
 
"It was the one my father wielded at his last great battle" he said. "It's sturdy and ornamented without being decadent. It's like the Valerios family strives to be" he said "Efficient, to the point, functional without being plain".
 
"And you are using it for sentimental reasons? That's good to know. It protected you in battle like it did with your father." Upon hearing about where Valerios got his sword, Andrea did not think he would be using Rosethorn at all. As fine a weapon as it was, he would probably prefer the blade handed to him by his father, unless he had mastered the skill of wielding two swords.

She felt that she should have a longer chat to find out more about him and bond with him. "Tell me more about yourself and I will tell you about myself. Who taught you how to fight? Why would you and your father, both noblemen, engage in combat whereas other nobles hire bodyguards and mercenaries to do it for them?"
 
"A traditional you could say" he said "But it's a Gladius... this blade is longer" he said "And therefore better in situation where one doesn't have a shield" he said. He looked at it. He ran an index over the side of the blade. "Regardless... i thank you off the gift" he said, bowing lightly.

As she asked her questions he spoke with a frown "A true Imperial noble has a duty to partake in the military affairs of the Empire. Who else could lead the citizens? It is our destiny to lead not just from cosy seats in the Senate or local seats of power but also in battle itself" he said "As for mercenaries... mercenaries never equal motivated citizens who form the elite of the Legions" he said "The Imperials have a destiny... to bring Order and civilization to the world" he said "As we have done for centuries" he said "Only a century ago this are didn't even have aquaducts... two centuries ago it didn't have decent roads" he said "Or protection from invaders..." he said "Who brought administration, protection, law, medicine, technology to the continent?" he said. "Who stopped the fighting between tribes and clans? Sure a year of bloodshed... but after that... . In the end the balance is in favour of the Imperial peace... As for who trained me. My father did from a young age and i learned even more in the Legion itself. The old aristocracy... the true aristocracy teaches discipline, the ways of war and statesmanship to it's children..."
 
Nodding, she folded her arms. "Good point. Not all nobles contribute that much to the empire. The Ishtarus family had chosen to stay away from the battlefields, as you can tell when you see the mistress Lady Shawn. They preferred to handle the financial side of society." Andrea rolled her eyes towards Valerios, her smile becoming wider, almost as though she was flirting with him as she spoke. "My parents had dealings with them. They saw my potential to become a great warrior and sent me to several combat veterans who could teach me the art of war. I was in my late teenage years when the last of my teachers had finished teaching me everything he knew."

"To stay on the Ishtarus' good side, my father wanted me to be the bodyguard for a young Shawnakylis. But when her parents died, my parents took their business elsewhere. I decided to stay, because by now Lady Shawn was more than a mistress to me. And I know she feels the same way."
 
He rose up an eyebrow. He probably didn't approve off such things.
That was the problem with the traditional families they were competent and above the corruptions that plagued the new nobilities but they really missed out on all the 'fun'.
He walked around her as if taking her in though that wasn't entirely clear.
"I was actually surprised... few women are allowed to take up a martial proffession".
 
"We didn't see it as a profession at first. Rather, it was a matter of having me learn something that would be useful to me and my family. Then the bodyguard idea came to mind." Andrea explained with some difficulty. Someone like Valerios would find it hard to understand what went on in the minds of non-traditional nobles. "Lady Shawn and I went around Bisanthium to hire unemployed women who were interested in becoming more than entertainers, shopkeepers and maids. I trained them to become warriors like myself, thus breaking the unwritten rule that discourages women from being fighters."
 
"Hmmm" he murmured. "I see" he said.
"You'd cause quite a stir back home. On all fronts" he said.
"Both among the traditionals AND the... progressive weaklings" he smiled.
"The first would think women are to be protected and the second would think women are to be... 'used'" he said.
"So you trained all these women?" he said "Interesting... . It is more a Gladiatortype of fighting. Highly individual than military-style. Is that because you were trained by Arenafighters or... accidental?".
 
"Some fought in arenas, some were in the military." she replied, "I much prefer the style of the gladiators though. Military combat is more focused on having a large number of fellow warriors by your side in a strategic formation. When they have to attack in a group, the handmaidens know some of the tactics used by the Legion, as you have witnessed, but they are not suited for large scale battles."
 
"A wise choice... but a weakness against an organized foe... though i suppose that will be rarely the case and as bodyguards Gladiator combat is far more appropriate" he said. "So... is this all you desire of life?".
 
Tilting her head, Andrea said rather casually, "For now, it is. I do not aim to be a woman of high status, although it would be nice to be well known for one of the skills I am good at." She paused, placing one hand on her hip and letting her other arm dangle. "What about you? What else do you hope to obtain in life?"
 
He smiled "Power..." he merely said "As soon off course as i fullfil my promises" he said.
"But that's my main goal... as it should be" he said.
"I have much left to do in this world..."
 
"Promises? What promises have you made?" Andrea asked him. Maybe she was probing too deeply into his personal life, but he certainly had more information about himself that he had not told her. It could be something he already revealed, such as his dedication to tradition, or it could be the subject he had not brought up for quite some time: Rachel.
 
OOC: love the 'flirty' bar under your avatar 😛
Btw a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year my dear. With much joy and fortune to come!

IC:

"Let's just keep it at... me having certain immediate objectives" he said.
He looked at her "I assume arrangements have been made regarding 'Rachel'?" he asked. "Or will in the very near future?" Valerios said.
His tone was dry but there was a commanding undertone concealed underneath.
 
Ooc: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you too 🙂

IC:
Andrea smiled. "As we speak, some of my handmaidens are in Bisanthium and its surrounding areas. We will bring her to you once we find her. However..." She walked slowly around him, wrapped her arms around his torso and whispered into his ear, "You are in love with this woman, aren't you? But Lady Shawn wants you to herself. She will only share her men with me and the handmaidens. There is no telling what she will do when she meets Rachel."

(Ooc: Darth, do you want Rachel to be found now, or do you want to do something with Thane first?)
 
OOC: stupid notification didn't come through!
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you too Kalamos!
As for Rachel that's up to you. If you want to rp her again i'd say yes.

IC:

He stiffened as she did so. And than glanced to the side.
"If she harms her... she'll need a hundredfold more handmaidens to survive me... so i suggest you make sure your mistress doesn't go and do something... premature. After all it would void our deal" he said.
 
(Ooc: I will bring in Rachel again once I can think of something that she would be doing before reaching the tower.)

"I don't know if you can survive against her entire private army of handmaidens. Nevertheless, she is no doubt already aware that you will stand between her and Rachel." she said as she took a step back, possibly a bit intimidated by his reply. "I have to ask, when you and Rachel are reunited, will you leave this tower?"
 
Meanwhile, Rachel had been unharmed but not safe yet. Lust and Sephyr took their eyes off her for too long and did not know that she had awakened, finding herself tied up on a bed in the inn. Although she had no idea who was responsible, the two women who brought her to this inn were the first suspects. If she was to escape with Valerios, they must both do so without being seen. Fortunately, she found several wine glasses on a table in the room. Smashing one of them on the floor, she used the shards to cut the ropes.

However, when she stepped out of the room and peeked at the crowd of patrons on the first floor, Valerios was nowhere to be seen. Could she have been asleep for longer than she thought? Did Lust and Sephyr dispose of Valerios while she was in the room? It was possible that Valerios evaded them without the opportunity to rescue her at the same time, but in any event Lust and Sephyr were probably still somewhere in the building.

Heading back upstairs, Rachel opened a window in search of a way out. Leaving through the main door of the inn would be too dangerous, though climbing out through the window was not risk-free either. It was not too high, actually. A fall could result in a nasty bruise, but not enough to cause a fracture. Rachel gingerly began to climb out, hanging on to any ledges she could find. The cool breeze outside caressed her, causing the tattered rags she wore to loosen and finally fall off her shapely, buxom body. She gasped and cursed under her breath, silently hoping that none of the passers-by saw her as she reached the ground. To her dismay, not only were the rags nowhere in sight, but she had attracted the attention of a large group of male onlookers, all with wide eyes and perverted grins.

Then a rough voice shouted out, "Nothing to see here! Leave now!" The crowd dispersed after a while, and Rachel saw the man who ordered them to leave. He looked like a middle aged traveler, in studded leather armour with burly arms and a scarred face. A large sword was strapped to his back. "At last I have found you, Your Highness."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, folding one arm across her breasts and the other arm between her legs in a weak attempt to cover up herself up. She had never seen this man before, but the fact that he knew about her being a princess suggested that he was unlike many of the other adventurers she met recently. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Just call me Augustus. I'm a bounty hunter sent by your father to bring you back to the palace. I must say, you are not easy to find." he replied, "The king was kind enough to lend me a horse drawn carriage, knowing that travelling back on foot is beneath you. He also provided some of your royal dresses in case you needed clean clothes after your travels. So please, come with me. Don't make me resort to hitting you on the head and tying you up."

Returning to the palace was not on Rachel's mind, especially with Valerios' whereabouts still unknown. She could use the new clothes though, and the carriage could help her find Valerios sooner. She felt that she should not tell Augustus about the young nobleman yet, at least not until he proved himself to be trustworthy. "By all means, Augustus, lead the way to the carriage. I would appreciate it if you remain outside while I put on some clothes."

(Ooc: More to come. I haven't decided how Rachel would end up at the tower, but I wanted her to be doing something before her arrival instead of simply reappearing there.)
 
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