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Post by Sir Terence on Apr 23, 2024 13:29:01 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
Three weeks had passed since Terence first arrived on Zephon. He had been assisted in almost anything by his lover, from surviving the wounds caused by a monster of a man to recovering from those same wounds, as well as months of depression, underfeeding and a complete lack of training. He was in a much better shape - still not perfectly fine, but at the very least he could roam in the city without worrying for his own health.
Dion was away, at the moment. He had accepted a request from a local orphanage and left the day before. He was probably still travelling, Terence believed. He lost himself in thought while roaming aimlessly in the streets, wondering when his lover would come back. That was until he saw a terribly familiar figure chatting with someone, apparently without a care in the world. He could recognise his inhuman build, the long golden hair, the dark attire, the red cape and most importantly his weapon. He had felt that scythe slash through his flesh.
A sudden shiver jolted down his spine as fear, strong as he had never felt before, overtook him. He was a soldier, but for some reason, he could not keep his emotions in check. He glanced at his own trembling hand, confused and taken aback by his inability to stay in control, by the overwhelming fear that took his breath away. He had never been so scared before, not even back at Twinside. Not in that same, paralyzing way.
He started walking backwards before he could even realize it and then, unable to fight it, he turned around and fled. He fled like a coward, walking faster and faster to the point where he was almost running - until eventually, he bumped into someone hard enough he lost his balance, staggered forward and eventually fell on his knees. Suddenly, shame fell upon his shoulders with the strength of a waterfall. He was a coward. Even now that he was supposedly far away from that monster, he could barely move. He looked at his trembling hand again, before finally realizing what just happened.
He turned to face the person he had crashed into and forced himself to stand. “I’m s-sorry.” he stuttered “S-sorry, I d-didn’t mean t-to..” He stopped talking, upset by his own stuttering. He was a soldier. Where had his self-control gone, for the love of Greagor?! He took a deep breath and slightly bowed his head. “Apologies, I did not notice you. Are you hurt?”
Post by Clive Rosfield on Apr 26, 2024 11:52:26 GMT -6
THE OUTLAW
Perhaps the face staring back at Terrence wasn't one he would be quite expecting. It had been on every wanted poster in Sanbreque for years, after all. That of Cid the Outlaw, or Ifrit as Dion would have called him. The scar that was customary of those who had removed their Brands was clear on his face, and not many wore the garb that he did. His father's armor, meant for the Duke of Rosaria.
Clive blinked a few times as he stared down at the trembling man in armor. Clive was a bit heavy-set, so the collision had not knocked him to his feet. At most, it had pushed him back a bit. While Clive was a bit annoyed at being collided with, the Dominant chose instead to manage a smile and hold out a hand to help the man up. Of course, the man helped himself up and began to apologize profusely. Clive shook his head when the man asked if he was hurt.
Though he could almost swear he recognized that armor...
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-A few days prior-
"Clive Rosfield -- the Council of Torensten has come to understand that your actions were born not of malice, but of confusion. While you acted against Torensten and its Crystal, you stopped when the misunderstanding was cleared up, as was witnessed by His Majesty King Hremit. In a moment where you could have destroyed the Crystal had you chosen to. This, our Council has not let go unnoticed."
"However, your actions still put Torensten's people in danger, and several knights were injured by your hand. As you have no gold to pay reparations to them and their families, they will be paid by the Crown. You, and your hound, will pay off your debt to Torensten through service to its people until that debt has been paid."
"And what would you have me do? If you wish to brand me and make me your assassin, we are going to have to disagree. This trial is happening because -I- choose to cooperate, I would take care not to misuse that cooperation. I will -not- be made a slave again."
"At peace, Lord Rosfield. Recently, monsters in the area have become more agitated for reasons we are unsure of. Many of them have enclosed upon the city itself, as if drawn to something. Knights, freelancers and the Dragonblades have all been hired to take care of them, but it would do us a great service if you were to help thin their numbers. Do so, and your debt is paid. No strings attached."
"I see. So long as those are your only terms, I will fight your monsters. It is a fair bargain for the pain I have caused your people."
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Thus, Clive Rosfield's journey to redeem his honor and start fresh on Zephon began. There had apparently been some trouble on the border between Torensten and Provo, so Clive had volunteered to investigate. To be quite frank, he wanted any excuse to get as far away from his oversized jail cell as possible. And monsters near the border seemed like the perfect excuse. Of course, he knew that Torensten's knights were likely watching him, even here. After all, he was still a criminal until he had repaid his debt to society. So he knew he couldn't stay away long.
He had stopped in Provo after dispatching a wave of monsters, but finding that their leader had escaped. Some of the local guards stated they would be back with reinforcements, so he had taken the chance to see this city of Provo for himself, and restock his curatives with the pocket money that Mid had given him for the trip.
From Clive's side, Torgal would pad forward and sniff at Terrence, seeming to find something about his smell familiar. Something that Clive picked up on.
"I thought I recognized your garb."
How many dragoons had Clive fought? How many had he -killed?- Even now, he never forgot their faces. But this one's face he did not know. Only the armor. Torgal's curiosity confirmed his suspicions as well.
Post by Sir Terence on Apr 26, 2024 17:15:22 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
When he finally raised his head after apologizing, Terence hesitated for a moment, blinking a few times. Why was the man so familiar, he wondered? There was something about the dark hair, the scar on his face, the clothing and just his overall appearance that reminded him of something he could not quite grasp. Looking at the wolf sniffing at his hand, Terence smiled softly. He was about to compliment the pet when the stranger’s voice reached his ears.
The man had recognized his garb, meaning he could have been from the same world as him. Then, as he asked whether he was one of Dion’s men, he brightened up and straightened his back out of sheer habit. “His second in command, yes.” he replied with a sincere smile. He was proud of his prince, and of being a dragoon, and of all the rest. Much less about his radiance and his deeds, but this he would not tell for the time being. “Are you from Valisthea as well?” He asked. While looking at the man’s pet again, something clicked within his mind and repositioned itself in the right place.
”Oh.” he muttered, moving his gaze back to the Bearer, ”Now that I think of it, you match someone’s description almost perfectly. Might you be Lord Rosfield, the Dominant of Ifrit?” he guessed. ”If so, the Prince has told me much and more about you, in the idle time I spent healing from my wounds.” About him, and his brother… but he did not dare mention him, not knowing whether they had been brought there together. He had no intention to put salt into a wound, if he could avoid it.
Post by Clive Rosfield on May 22, 2024 13:45:44 GMT -6
THE OUTLAW
Dion's second in command, good. Very good. While Clive and Dion had a very... Complicated relationship, he actually did wish Dion happiness. Having his second in command around, even after the coup... Meaning he was someone who was undoubtedly loyal and loving to Dion, was more than Clive could have ever hoped in regards to Dion having a support system of his own. Clive shared trauma with Dion in regards to Ultima, sure... But he didn't know Dion. He did not grow up with Dion, or come up with him. For the longest time, they had been enemies. While they were allies now, Clive doubted he could help Dion with all he was going through.
Perhaps this man could. So he was glad to see that he was here. Shortly after, the man recognized him as well. A question that Clive acknowledged with a nod. "Yes. But... Please just, call me Clive. I have not been Lord Rosfield for many years" Clive asked of him right away. He was no lord, no marquess, when Rosaria no longer existed. Perhaps in time, those who remained could rebuild. But it was no longer his Rosaria to govern. That fell to whoever took up the flame.
So Dion had spoke of him, to his own second in command at that? Considering the man didn't seem hateful towards him, he hoped those were good things he had said. "I am glad to see you are safe, here. Has Dion found you, yet? You know he's here, right? I can find him and bring you to him, if need be. It is no trouble" Clive would inquire then. He didn't know if he had or not, so if he hadn't, Clive had every intention of getting this man to Dion as soon as possible. He owed Dion for his sacrifices against Ultima. Bringing him a man that perhaps could then bring him some peace, was only a small step towards repaying that debt.
Post by Sir Terence on Jul 22, 2024 17:22:49 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
Terence looked at Clive with an apologetic smile on his face. “Ah, of course. You may call me Terence, then.” He extended his hand for the man to shake and then, whether he had shaken it or not, he let it slide back down along his side. Seeing Clive curious, perhaps even worried about his Prince, the knight could not help but feel relieved. Dion had told him about his insecurities with the person now standing in front of him, but to Terence, it appeared as if those were only a matter of point of view. Perhaps it was only a matter of… breaking the ice? He would try to remember to speak about this with him whenever he would come back from his travel.
“I am aware, yes. We have been staying at the Rising Stones for the last few weeks, as I was healing from.. many things, I suppose. He’s found me on the verge of death and brought me there.” Instinctively, he tensed up at the memory of the monster that almost murdered him. “I.. happened to miscalculate someone’s abilities, and entered a fight I could not win in any possible way.”
He lowered his head in shame, closing his hands into trembling fists. “I am sure you can discern better than me when a person might be too dangerous, but.. if you ever happen to see a blonde man with blue eyes, probably more than seven feet tall, in noble garments, and carrying a scythe as a weapon… do not go against him.” He raised his head to look into the former nobleman’s eyes. “I have only met him once, but it was more than enough for me to understand he is at the very least as powerful as a Dominant. He lifted my whole, armoured weight with one hand, and wielded magic as well. Do be careful should you meet him. He-”
Terence hesitated, remembering only in that very moment that he had just seen said “dominant” sitting at a café with someone as if he was a completely normal person. A large one, but still. He was still in Provo and the mere thought of it was enough for Terence to feel a wave of fear wash over him. He tried not to show it, although he did look in the general direction he had come from while he was fleeing. “If.. if it is not a burden, Clive.. would you mind if I kept you company for a while?” he asked in the end, hiding his hands behind his back to hide their uncontrollable shaking.
He was scared -terrified even- but he would try his best to hide it.
Post by Clive Rosfield on Oct 17, 2024 17:22:40 GMT -6
THE OUTLAW
Terence, that was his name. Clive happily took the hand offered for a shake. The man's grip was firm, definitely a military man. He was most definitely a dragoon. And he had, in fact, found Dion. They had been hiding out with some kind of Rising Stones for some time, he claimed, and Clive tried to piece where he had heard the name before. He had spent quite a bit of time in the barracks of the Dragonblades, and he recalled overhearing some sayings of the Rising Stones in idle chatter between members. Nothing they would share with him, of course, there was still somewhat of a trust issue there. But the Dragonblades, who were world protectors, seemed to think little of these Rising Stones. Some tones were in mockery, some in concern. It made him worry just what sort of company Prince Dion and his second had been dealing with.
Though it was strange, hadn’t Dion said he’d been healed by a woman named Yuna from the Dragonblades?
“Dion informed me he had been recovering at a clinic run by that Dragonblades guild. By a bearer named Yuna. Did they not agree to help you as well?” Clive inquired curiously, as Terence explained he had needed recovery himself after underestimating an enemy. Yeah, that sounded like the dragoons alright. They underestimated him too, and that didn’t go well for them either. After being a dominant party for so long, they had grown arrogant. And only recently had they begun to be brought back down to reality. Still, the Dragonblades had helped him when they didn’t need to. It was strange to think they would turn away Dion’s pleas for aid to his second after already helping Dion himself… Had he misjudged them, somehow?
Clive was then warned of the man that had attacked Terence, and Ifrit slowly nodded his head in acknowledgement. They sounded like a terrifying foe, indeed, if they were as capable as a Dominant. “I’ve killed my share of Dominants. But I will keep your words to mind, Ser Terence” Clive agreed at least. He didn’t make any promises that he wouldn’t fight him if it came to it, but the warning was at least noted. Though then, Terence asked a strange question.
His company? Why? Clive studied his face for answers. The man was holding his hands behind his back, and seemed as though he were holding something inside. Clive’s expression softened as he tried to picture what was bothering the man. Considering what he had just spoken of, could it be…?
“Of course, Ser Terence. I owe Dion a great deal, keeping you company is the least I can do” Clive agreed, his wording perhaps hinting that he knew there was more to it than Terence was letting on. “I am looking for supplies, at the moment. My jailers in Torensten want me to kill some monsters, in exchange for my freedom.”
Terence raised his eyebrows in surprise in hearing that Clive had spoken to Dion recently. “Oh, but they did. Lady Yuna is the one who healed my wounds. She is truly a skilled healer, perhaps the best I have ever had the honour to meet.” He revealed with a soft smile of admiration on his lips. He had quickly grown fond of the girl - and not only because she was helping him and Dion, but because of her undeniable charisma and sweetness.
That monster of a man came back to mind soon after, so Terence chose to warn the rosarian man of their presence. He would have told Clive that even Dion had fought with that monster, and almost fallen to him, but the shaking of his own hands made the soldier step back and ask to keep him company instead. Terence did most definitely not want to look like a coward, especially in front of a friend of Dion's, but he could not help it - he could only try to hide it.
He offered Clive a thankful and apologetic smile at his agreement. He probably noticed something was off and, if he had half the heart Dion pictured him to have, it meant he accepted because he somehow understood, at least partially. "Thank you." he muttered. "And please, just Terence is fine." Just a moment later, the man revealed he was looking for supplies in order to regain his freedom, a concept that brought a chuckle on Terence's lips. "I see your ways have not changed." he commented "But somehow, I'm relieved of this. I believe I can trust you to treasure D-" he interrupted himself and corrected his sentence "T-the prince." He was still not used to having the possibility to be open about the two of them and even if Dion trusted him, he was not entirely sure that Clive would understand.
"So, Clive, where to next? I'll follow you." he soon said to change the topic in a clumsy attempt to not let him notice his mistake.
