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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 15:43:20 GMT -8
The valley to the north of Krosstoen Convent. It stretches for a few hundred miles. One can find a host of plains creatures like a herd of wild horses and such.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 16:09:31 GMT -8
The cave was thankfully short after the hours spent through the maze of dead beneath the convent, and the majority of her day was spent putting as much distance as she could between her and that place. The sun setting that evening brought her no comfort, she wanted to use as much time as she could just to get awsy from those who might recognize her. The problem with traveling by moonlight in a strange place, however, is that one did not know the hazzards; the very thought of breaking her leg on a boulder she didn't see had her hunkering down without even a fire to warm her. She dared not risk it, she thought as she huddled in her cloak the best she could. Hayan thanked her lucky stars that there was a warm spell for the moment, it was going to be very cold otherwise.
She awoke almost as soon as she closed her eyes, it felt, and broke her fast by allowing herself a few bites of the food in her pack. After drinking some water, she sighed and got to walking again.
The sun wss high in the sky when she stopped again, the convent no longer even in sight. She felt like if she did not rest, she would be in trouble. She happened upon a cheerful little brook and decided to set up camp... She would build a small fire after digging two holes and connecting them under a land bridge. She set up her kettle with some wild edibles, few that were around currently since it was still winter, and set up her bedroll as close as she could without worrying about burning it.
After that, she decided to take the opportunity to bathe, and stripped out of the bloody habit, washing the sweat off with the icy waters. She was not in for very long as the water was too cold, and dressed in the breeches and tunic in her pack, replacing the cloak.
She hunkered down to warm herself.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 21, 2017 17:04:05 GMT -8
Weeks following the death of his brother Aurelias had been formally discharged from his position of head of the Rauczech royal guard. He didn't care, he didn't give a shit about Rauczech, he only cared about finding who killed his brother and ending them. Thus far all he'd learned was that the man who'd likely done the killing was an assassin named Jjax. There was absolutely no proof, but many took that as all the proof they needed to land the crime at the legendary assassin's feet. Still, even this slim bit of information did him bugger all good as he wandered almost aimlessly trying to figure out what to do.
He was on the outskirts of Romulburg now a few days travel from Glaucia and was thinking of making camp. He'd broken off into the bush and found a brook. He'd also found a woman, traveling alone and damp from a recent bath. He stares at her for a long silent moment. He was wearing leather armor his long sword hung loosely at his side in an easy draw position, he looked like exactly the type of person a woman wouldn't want to see on the road. After a moment he grunts and moves to the brook filling his water skins. "It's dangerous for a woman to be traveling alone." He notes once his skin is filled.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 17:25:13 GMT -8
"Not nearly as dangerous as what I've left behind," Hayan said from the shadows beneath her hood. She had the type of voice that marked her as nobility, even as she dressed the part of a peasant. The blood stained habit was spread out to dry in the sun after it had been washed too. Obviously the garment gave a clue as to what she was walking away from, and she wasn't too happy to be seen. But she peered at the man who came upon her, he was a complete stranger, thankfully. She would not have to tell him anything about herself or where she was going, he would probably not bother her for long, she hoped.
She took up the garment that was already stained beyond repair, then tore a strip from the hem, going about her business as if she did not care. He'd be able to see her wrap the fabric around her injured hand, the scabs having opened some in her palm from the soaking and fresh crimson dripping freely until the fabric is used as a bandage. "I should be fine as long as I'm left to myself," she went on to say with a hint of distrust in her voice.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 21, 2017 17:36:45 GMT -8
The keen eyes of the man take it all in, his accent matches hers though it has a slightly lazy lilt to it that speaks of a man of indolence. At her words he lets out a long low chuckle. "Ah yes, I imagine most people would be fine traveling if they were left to themselves." He says as he rests a hand on the hilt of his sword ambling over to the woman. His demeanor changes to something cold and threatening, a glint of steel in his eyes. "Of course that's the thing, my lady."
In a single fluid motion, showing all the skill and speed of long years of practice the sword is drawn and the tip flashes to her throat. "Of course, you can't rely on others to leave you alone. That is why traveling alone is a bad idea for a woman such as yourself. All manner of brutes roam the countryside and they might do all manner of unspeakable things to you." He sheathes his sword and stares down at her arching a single brow as if to say. 'Do you see my point? Or should I make it clearer?'
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 17:51:19 GMT -8
She calmly pulled her hood back, revealing a gentle and rather comely face, but more importantly the extremely blue eyes that soon met his without fear, but with tiredness. "Go ahead, sir, and press yon blade into my throat. Perhaps, then, I can die an honest woman." She even leaned some into the blade, a bead of blood trickling down the white throat. She did not blink as she met his eye.
Either she was nuts or she just no longer cared. She gave him several long moments of silence to reply. If he did not reply, she went on with, "Well? Prove your point and kill me. Or just take my supplies, you won't get but a few potions, some rations, and a bed roll. Look for yourself." She would gesture with the bandage wrapped hand, toward the sack that sat gaping open already near the bed roll.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 21, 2017 18:20:03 GMT -8
Aurelias snorts in disgust at her words feeling no pity for the woman who had clearly given up on life. "An honest woman?" He scoffs as he eyes her with that same cruel expression. "You think I would take your supplies, your life, and not take your honesty first?" Cracking his neck he stares around the pitiful camp and shakes his head.
"Unfortunately for you, I won't be the instrument of your death. I don't do pity killings." The words are said harshly revealing just what he thinks of the woman who'd given up on life. Plopping down he takes advantage of her fire to start preparing his own meal. "Still, I am not making my own fire when one is convenient so you'll excuse me while I take advantage." It was said as an order not a request.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 18:42:00 GMT -8
"I don't want your pity, either," she drawled, "Honestly, I care not. How arrogant of you to presume to know what my wishes are." With that, she went back to her task, "Do whatever you wish, sir." And then she muttered, "All of you men do anyways, my permission is most certainly not needed," mostly under her breath. She cleaned up the tiny bit of blood from the nick on her throat, then curled up with her back to him and the fire. She could still feel the drugged feeling from the herb she had eaten to make her look dead, her limbs still ached.
As for the fire, it was built beneath the little land bridge, a clever trick to keep the glow from the flames from being too bright as the night fell. She seemed to have gone into the venture knowing the risks...
She sat up and looked at him again, angry, "I don't want your chastising, nor your blade at my throat, but here you are, chiding away as if I'm a child and thrusting your blade at me to frighten me. If I had wanted your pity, Sir, don't you think I would have begged for it?"
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 21, 2017 19:10:44 GMT -8
Aurelias just ignores her as she prattles on and on, mostly to mutter darkly about the evils of men. It seemed rather silly of her to claim he didn't know her wishes. He'd stood there with a sword to her throat and she'd invited him to do as he pleased with no fear on her face. That meant one of two things, insanity or she no longer cared if she lived or died. He'd known his fair share of crazy beggars in his time and she didn't strike him as insane.
His dinner was almost finished cooking when she finally snaps at him in anger, which gets him to look up from the meat he has roasting. With a grunt he pulls the meat out of the fire and tears off a chunk, then says coldly. "First, I chastised you because you struck me as a stupid woman who didn't know any better and fear is an excellent teacher. You proved that wasn't the case when my blade touched your throat. You aren't stupid you've just don't care if you live or die."
He tears another chunk of meat off the spit. "I didn't say you wanted my pity. I said killing you would be an act of pity. I've seen your kind before, people who just don't care anymore who only carry on with living because they don't know how to do anything else. People who would accept death because it would put an end to whatever haunts them. Yes killing people like you, that is an act of pity."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 19:42:56 GMT -8
"You're wrong. I carry on with a purpose borne from fear tactics, and you killing me wouldn't be pity, it would be done in ignorance. I despise fear tactics, I tire of them. You know nothing of what I've endured, of what I've survived thus far. I called your bluff because I would either die or get scoffed at. You chose to scoff because you assume I do not want to live. I have one reason to live in the place I walked from, and she probably sleeps thinking I've died because I was stupid enough to argue with the wrong person and I gladly take the sin of my pretense so my wee daughter would not fall into the clutches of the man I angered. If you killed me, my death would no longer be a lie." With that, she stood, slight figure that she was, and walked away to cool her frayed temper, using the opportunity to gather wood and rush to keep the fire going.
When she came back, she dropped it next to him, then moved to start packing her things. She took the pot of boiling vegetation off the coals and wrapped the ruined habit around it to keep the pot secure, rolled up her bed roll, and grabbed whatever meager items were hers, and wordlessly turned toward the north to start walking away unless he stopped her.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 22, 2017 8:09:12 GMT -8
Aurelias once again weathers the triad with no visible reaction to her words. He just continues to pick at and eat his meat seemingly without a care. When she finally finishes he doesn't say anything until she starts to walk away. He doesn't rise to stop her, all he does is say casually just loud enough to be heard. "So you aren't suicidal, just so stupid you act like." His tone is dry and sounds rather amused as he lounges next to her fire.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 8:29:42 GMT -8
She turned to give him the stink eye, opened her mouth and then closed it. Then she sighed and started walking again, "Think what you wish." And that was that. She did not look back, merely kept walking until he was well out of sight, then set up camp again, not bothering with a fire that time.
Hayan hunkered down, trying not to wonder how things could get worse. The heavens seemed to start laughing long and hard, for the thunder began to boom and a sudden downpour hit the entire valley. She was soaked by the time she found enough of an overhang to shelter her. Her teeth chattered as she had no choice but to try and build another fire just to warm up. It was pitch dark by the time she got the fire going.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 22, 2017 9:09:33 GMT -8
The forest is silent for a long moment until a shuffling can be head through the down pour. A voice sounds as three figures emerge from the shadows. "See, I told ye it were a light." A large rough looking man says as he steps beneath the under hang. "Aye, but it's just a wee lass with nuthing worth stealing." This one is thin and wiry with a beard he obviously thought made him look dignified but really just made him look sill replies. "Still, it's a bit of fun which we wouldn't have had." The finally man says as he enters as well. They spread out surrounding Hayan, there grins cruel and filled with lustful intent. Then they lung falling onto her trying to pin her down, tearing at her clothing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 9:19:41 GMT -8
She gives a yelp as her clothing is yanked at. She gives a swing, blacking the eye of the one directly above her, yelling out, "Get off me, swine!" She scratched, bit, but was eventually subdued just as she let out a blood chilling scream, which was cut off by a backhand that left her dazed. Hayan's last thought as they went for the breeches was about her daughter's face...
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 22, 2017 9:39:27 GMT -8
The tip of a sword emerged from one of the attackers throats, pierced right through the nape of his neck and leaving him gurgling. Aurelias snorts in disdain as he snaps his blade back, the well sharpened steel popping free with a wet slorch. The other two men turn when their friend slumps to the ground, before looking at the man who just killed them.
They weren't deserters Aurelias notes as he effortless brings his sword around to open another's throat, the steel passing through leaving a large red gash as it goes. Deserters wouldn't have stood there gawking while he murdered them, deserters would have set a guard, and had sword instead of clubs.
The surviving bandit tries to tackle Aurelias as the former guard captain is bring his sword back to bear. The man coming in low and fast aiming for Aurelias's legs. His face is met with a knee, that breaks his nose with a loud crunch and brings the man to a stumbling halt. He rears up clutching his broken nose and Aurelias runs him through. The man gasps and beats at Aurelias feebly for a few minutes before the captain yanks out his sword and lets the other man fall to the ground.
Wiping off the blood from his sword on one of the men's shirts he stares down at Hayan in disgust, the idiot woman had passed out, of fucking course. With a growl he sheathes his sword and picks her up slinging her unceremoniously over his shoulder. By the time she wakes up she'd be back at her original camp wrapped in a blanket next to the fire. Aurelias lounging against his pack eyes half lidded looking all the world like a lounging lion.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 16:00:56 GMT -8
She was out for a few hours, not from passing out but from going into more of a trance where she was blocking out the assault. It had been the only self defense she could do at the moment. Hayan eventually sat up with a gasp but slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream lodged within her. It took her a moment to focus upon her surroundings.
As soon as she figured out where she was and who rescued her, she mentally groaned. Why was he bothering to protect her when it was clear he had contempt for her? She was caught between wanting to yell at him and thanking him. She did neither for the moment, her eyes rolling heavenward as she tried to think of a more tactful way to deal with the conflict.
She looked at him and sighed out, "Thank you." It was definitely a hard pill for her to swallow. She also counted down in her head for the lecture that was sure to come about stupidity.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 22, 2017 16:32:40 GMT -8
"You're welcome, count yourself lucky I showed up before they go their pants off." Something Aurelias was happy about as well since he'd not wanted to see their filthy todgers. He doesn't look up from her just continues to lie there with his eyes half lidded. There is a long moment of silence, only broken when he reaches over and tosses a log onto the fire. If she was waiting for him to berate it appears as though he planned to keep her waiting.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 16:55:39 GMT -8
She waited, indeed, and then heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't. Apparently he understood she was already feeling pretty shitty, or perhaps he didn't care. "Neither did I," she admitted tiredly in regards to their wieners. Hayan dozed off until daylight.
When she awoke again, it was just barely light out. She moved to the brook to scrub her face, which was only slightly bruised from the misadventures. She warmed up her soup and ate a little, pretty quiet for the moment, but not walking off like before. Eventually as the day got brighter, she would day, "My name is Hayan..." And she refrained from her story for the moment.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Feb 22, 2017 17:07:39 GMT -8
When she wakes up he is in the same position, he might not have even slept. As the sun's rays peek over the horizon he lazily gets to his feet and stretches out his body. He eats his own meal of bread, cheese, and dried meat without a word. Indeed, he seems to be ignoring her existence almost entirely. When she finally speaks he looks up at her and says without inflection. "Aurelias. In the future Hayan, I recommend you try dropping the chip from your shoulder. Attitudes like yours do more harm than good if you can't back them up." With that admonishment given, he gathers his bag and starts walking, heading towards Swavia.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 17:27:23 GMT -8
She growled, wanting to give a swift kick to his arse! She yanked her belongings up and stalked after him until she caught up with him, "Me?? What about you?! Ugh, you are... The most... Aggravating person!" She skirted round him to stand in his way, hand on her hips, eyes flashing. "You are so quick to snap and snarl at me for my attitude when you have a chip on your shoulder too! Pot, kettle!" She huffed and turned to start walking again, stuffing her cloak into her pack." Hayan was not in the mood to argue, so anything else she wanted to say was let go of before she could go further.
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