by aurumlupus » Sat Nov 29, 2014 3:15 pm
Sin shrugged slightly in return, even that movement seeming like he had no care or whim as to anything around him. "Sev, as I am sure you know quite well, has always been something of an odd character," the man replied, his normally even and lukewarm tone tinged with amusement. "This time he sent me on ahead while he went and dealt with some other issue. If I remember correctly, it was something about saving some people. We had passed a rather well-to-do fort of bandits." With these words, Sin paused for a moment, reflecting back. "Crude in nature, what else would one expect from bandits, but impressive for what such simple men could accomplish. I believe it used to be a castle at one point, which has long since fallen to ruin. These bandits, large enough in number I would imagine," These words were dangerous enough from the perturbing character, as he could literally do anything at the whim of his imagination. "But I digress; Sev left to valiantly overthrow this fort of bandits and rescue all he could. I am sure that it had something to do with saving innocents and preventing further harm." A soft chuckle emanated from Sin at this. "As I said, Sev is odd. Not above killing, stealing, lying, cheating, or other such frowned upon actions, but often acts much like a paladin might." He decided to leave out the fact that Sev also enjoyed nothing more than to test his abilities against anything he perceived as a challenge, and did as much as possible without using his powers granted to him by his War Piece. Sverdar Al'Verth was also the only known person to actively spar with Torun, given Torun's War Piece and the abilities granted with just drawing the blade, and often times without relying on his own powers. Sev was never able to defeat Torun, for who could defeat a person with a War Piece without one themselves, but he was still enough to give Torun a much-enjoyed challenge when they did meet. "I'm sure he will be along presently, though it would not surprise me to find him aiding some other poor soul at this point. My brother can be quite aggravating in that manner."
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."