Lucian Grey - Mage Hunter Base, Stables ? Grim
Vincent - Mage Hunter Base, Stables - Grim
Lucian was brushing his spindly, pale fingers through the silver mane of his steed. While Gilbert was prone to the violence that was normally associated with the various missions that Lucian would find himself enrolled in; the beast was often frightened at the idea of being tied to a stable. Gilbert was a destrier, a wild worse trained for war and as such; was not comfortable with being surrounded by people and even other steeds.
?Calm, we'll be off soon.? Lucian cooed, casting his eyes to the black steed awaiting patiently for his masters return, its eyes cold as its master's. When his own horse ceased it's fretting, Lucian decided to inspect his partner's equine; Black as midnight with deep eyes, It was smaller than Gilbert,most horses were, but with a body more honed and disciplined; A clear reflection of it's master.
?Where's that stable-boy, the Smith said he'd have my bolts? echoed the voice of a young man, brash and veiling a hunter's wrath. Lucian recognised it the moment it reached his ears, Vincent. Turning to greet his partner he was taken aback by sight of a man, still burdened by cast and sling, garbed in buckles, blades and that monster of a crossbow the boy had fastened to his back.
?Someone's eager.? Lucian chimed, his voice almost mocking in tone.
?I don't see why you didn't just take the contract. We could have simply killed this thief and made come coin doing it. The sound of footsteps grew steadily louder, their metronome rapid; someone was running. In the middle of the courtyard was a boy, roughly 15 winters, running towards the stables with a miniature quiver clutched firmly against his chest.
?A friend of yours??
?About time.? Vincent waved his free hand to the stable-boy, signalling the young lad to approach. He was dressed in a stained white tunic held tight around his waist by a coil of coarse rope and breathing heavily. The package clutched tight in his hands was a volley of black quarrels fitted individually into small pouching inside the quiver. The boy didn't even breath a word before the screams of a surely Blacksmith beaconed his return, turning on his heel, the panting boy ran, back through the courtyard.
?Need any help with that?? Lucian queried, he was well aware the lad would decline but he was interested in seeing how he would fasten a bolt cache with one arm.
Vincent ignored his companion and slung the quiver over his shoulder, the leather strap hooking neatly to a corresponding buckle emblazoned onto the Mage Hunter's armour. Once in place the rest was but a matter of positioning for comfort and access. Vincent was considering testing one of these new bolts on the grey haired geezer as he clapped mockingly at Vincent, but opted against it.
Lucian tucked his foot into the Iron and lifted himself into the black stained saddle resting aloft Gilbert?s hide, the horse pulled a little as he always did but eventually came to a halt the moment the reins tightened. Following in his heel, Vincent cast himself atop his black stallion and awaited Lucian's first move.
?It's best we check some local inns or pubs. Any come to mind??
What about our mission, we still haven't completed the final task?
?I left that in the capable hands of an old friend, He's a doctor so he'll be paying a visit to one of the noble families with the warning of a 'plague'. While there, he'll plant the evidence and we can peruse our own little adventure.? Lucian summarised, the chipper smile of his emerging across his scar marked features.
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?If that's the case, I think I know were we can start. A little place called The Eternal Mist.?
Vincant flicked the reins of his obsidian horse with his one good hand and flew from the stables, into the courtyard and towards the destroyed entrance of the Mage Hunters Base. On his trail, riding aloft his golden eyed stallion was Lucian, grinning like a fool.
