Session - Horizon (09/05/17)

[jantra]

Welcome to Horizon!

Things to do in Horizon:

• Delivery Moogle - send messages to friends or family or whoever
• Visit the weapon and armor vendor
• Speak with other adventurers, including your group!
• Talk to other NPCs and possibly gain knowledge, quests... who knows!

Comments

[jumpinjanvier]

"Being an entertainer? I wanted to do something more exciting than what my family was doing. Fame, fortune, excitement. I wanted it all. A life moving goods and coin around is stable. Calm and stable. I was young, I didn't think I wanted that."

He tilts his head back and laughs a little.

"So I entered the Coliseum and entered my first fight, and I've been there until my recent retirement."

Janvier pauses. He stops speaking. He stops walking. Then he starts up again, a little slower, a little more gently.

"I wanted to apologize. Again. I'm sorry. I just, thought I saw something, from my days in the arena. I got lost in thought."

[inana]

A little frown breaks through Nana's friendliness. "That...body? It reminded you of the arena?"

From what little she knows of the Coliseum, she's assumed that death isn't actually something that's meant to occur there. Though she knows it is rude, she feels her question slip through her grasp.

"Will you be alright?"

[jumpinjanvier]

"It was midway into my career. I was 16 or 17 at this point, though I'm sure my official paperwork says otherwise. They put me up against someone they called a young, promising fighter, with a style supposedly more aggressive then my own. He swiped at me a few times, and we sized each other up. That's when he made a rookie mistake. He charged forward, leaping into the air. His shield was far off to one side, his sword the other. He was clearly trying to use the weight of his body and his swings to beat me, but if I held my stance, I could slip my sword through his guard and disarm him, and he'd run into my shield. Maybe he'd lose a tooth, or get a big bruise, but he'd be fine."

Janvier sighs. "See, when you fight enough people, you anticipate how they move. You don't anticipate how they fall, or trip. I moved my shield into position, and he tripped. His face ripping into the side of my shield. His chest slamming into the edges... bone visible, the blood..."

The youthful energy seems gone, if only for a moment.

"I'll be fine." A small smile appears on his lips. "I promise," he says. There is no trace of the smile in his eyes.

[inana]

An accident. For a moment, Nana feels a small flash of guilt: she had begun to assume terrible things about this man she barely knows.

But she pushes that feeling, and her imaginings, well away. Fearless, she reaches up to gently pat his knee. "We all do things we regret, son. You'll be alright."

Her smile is more confident, making up for how his is not. "But if we do find some tea, I'll make up a cup, special just for you."