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![]() Long ago, in a distant land... That's how a fairy tale would start, followed by velvet words and beautiful images on parchment, telling of the adventures of heroes. But you? You don't get a fairy tale - you certainly don't get the prerequisite knight in shining armor, whether you wanted one or not. It's the right time, yet the wrong place and the wrong person, for sure. Maybe you're being protected, somehow; on the other hand, you could be getting kidnapped. At any rate, your companion is a rough-edged warrior, a commoner, a ruffian rogue, or even worse, a savage. Will you even survive this story unscathed? Because you certainly won't get a picture-book ending or, far be it, true love...right?
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Not entirely alone. The others were around. Somewhere. He'd king of snuck off to make the acquisition. And maybe didn't think other people would also be after the same rare book and would maybe ambush him after he'd purchased it.
Hence. Fireball. In pubic. In front of lots of people.
And running.
Maker, he hates running.
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The dwarf had disappeared after that, and he had moved onto the next merchant.
He had just gotten twenty four precious little vials, securing them on his person, when the cry went out, "MAGE! MAGE!"
Screams were coming from every corner, and Norrington looked around, seeing weapons already drawn. He frowned, before he yelled out, "TEMPLARS. FORM UP."
He saw the young man running as if his life depended upon it - and for all they both knew it did. He stepped to the center of the street, pulling his shield and eying the mage. Just a boy, really, looking scared as Hell.
So he called out, shifting just slightly, "You will put up your weapons! NOW! The boy is under the Templar's protection!"
Then he grimly waited to see what the mage, and the crowd would do. The fact that he was no Red Templar should put some points of faith back in his corner, he hoped.
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Everything was white noise and his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. He saw the Templars move to the middle of the street and skid to the halt before reaching them. Protection? Did he hear that right?
Bullshit.
He looked desperately for another escape and darted for an alley nearby.
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Ah. Right, well. He didn't even stop, just headed sideways into the next alleyway, calling out orders to his men. One group would come up behind the muggers, the rest would follow him, they could catch them in a pincher motion and hopefully keep the mage from being murdered.
He had left his helm back with his horse, but his sword and shield always came with him in public, so he detached the sword while he ran. He skidded to the end of the alley, doing a quick review of where the mage could have gone from here.
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But he didn't get more than halfway before a shout drew his attention to one of the alleyways, and there were the ruffians who had started this whole mess. He backed away, pulling his staff free and preparing a spell. He'd already outed himself, what did he have to lose now?
And then the Templar appeared and... You know what? This was going down as the world's most shitty day. And he was probably going to die.
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He stepped up to the mage's side, lifting his shield to put it slightly in front of the mage, to deflect any incoming weapons, while he growled at the low-lifes before him. "In case I had not made myself clear before - the mage is under Templar Protection."
Under his breath, with his teeth bared, he muttered, "Make for one of the doors. I will cover your escape. They will not follow, reinforcements are on the way."
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But pride - and idiocy - was not going to let him admit he need a Templar's help to escape a couple of low-life muggers. He shook his head. "I didn't ask for your help."
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Pride was a fool man's bread, that he could take his fill on until he was buried in his grave. James had no intention of being there any time soon.
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Then his men hit them from behind, while the rest swarmed forward around the fire. He made a grim, satisfied noise, before he pressed forward, calling out to the mage, "Keep it up, man!"
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He finds himself at the door, trying the handle. It's locked. Figures.
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Back in the days when the Circles were strong, Norrington and his men might have had a quiet laugh about this situation later. Waited for the mage to realize he didn't have anywhere to go, and gently would have taken him back to his tower or circle. Norrington would have talked to him about the honor of serving, that mages had abilities that could truly change the world and running away from that responsibility was basically running away from the part of him that was blessed by these gifts.
Those days, however, were long over.
So Norrington slung his shield over his shoulder, and nodded at the young mage. "Good luck to you. I have a feeling you shall assuredly need it." He nodded towards his men, "Move out."