BarAmal: Prentice edit: post three : captured Location: outside captured tents with Sawenah
She just came from the healers’ tent and she still looked like she had been dragged through the mud and rocks? How badly had she been hurt before then. The thought annoyed BarAmal to no end and he wanted to punch an oban right there and then. More over they offered her nothing for the pain? Maybe just hitting an oban would be to nice. The eyes definitely showed she was a hybrid like himself but looking up in the light must be painful judging from the bit of squinting she seemed to be doing. “you can lower your eyes if the light hurts I won’t take offense.” His eyes trailed the movement of her hand as she explained and assessed her own injury.“Home away from home no.. Small horrid pit of retching and despair yes. Still at least they haven’t poisoned us yet which is nice.”He doubted that tone of humor would be appreciated but he said it anyway. “Not long I was brought in not to long after Neued fell. I was headed back… to keep a promise and I was caught.”
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:10 am
The general who had won the invading battle had deemed it her masterpiece - and as such when called to lead the army's invasion further, she declined and instead relegated herself to directing the troops that had settled throughout Jauhar, claiming the land and building supports for Oban-style buildings - expanded lumber camps, hunting lodges. And so it was that the army fell under the direction of a different general, one who counted the battle already won and had set himself to lounging and idly inspecting the maps in his tent. Why use the art of strategy on savages who had been toppled by beasts before even facing the might of the Oban army, he thought? So in turn, he relegated his own duties down the ranks until the burden fell on a captain.
A captain who strut about the camp, gloating. Stepping confidently into the pen of the prisoners, surrounded on either side by guards, the captain shoved his fingers into his belt and clicked his tongue as he overlooked the assembled prisoners. "Well well well - quite the motley crew, hm?" He said softly, his eyes flicking over the prisoners - and lingering, quite obviously, on the women especially. A quiet cough from one of his guards finally dragged the captain's gaze back to the group as a whole.
Clapping his hands together once, as if to capture their attention, the captain cleared his throat. "I bet you're wondering why we've gathered you all here in our offensive camp. Well we have a proposition for you." Roughly he cast his hand behind him, east, towards the savannah that spread out past the Jauhar forest's edge. "Out there is a small group of your fellow natives, looking to pick a fight - and we're gonna give it to them. Now, as soon as we get the order to proceed we'll wipe them out just as we did when we invaded your lands the first time. Or..." Now, he held a finger aloft, and his lips spread into a bright, overly excited grin. "Or - you can help your friends! You can get them to surrender, now, and our king will have mercy on you - and on them - despite their traitorous rebellion. The battle is already lost - you're only defending your pride, now."
As he finished his train of thought, the captain cast his eyes back to Senja - who he had been ogling earlier, gesturing roughly not to her, but to her belly, "There are better things to fight for than your pride. We'll be expecting an answer." And with that said, he turned on his heel and left the tents behind.
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SHALVESTA Post 2 xxxxCaptured Tents
Well, of course, the last time they'd met had been at a noble's party, and what a reaction she would have gotten coming armed! Though at the time her blade had been ceremonial - now, she had her own sword, one she had earned for herself. Returning the half-bow with an eager one of her own, Shalvesta listened to her friend explain, and offered a small, but pleased smile. "I only hope you are careful - I would not want to see you come to harm, out here." She admitted quietly, a blush tinging her cheeks. But at the question she ducked her eyes to her blade, then nodded, taking in the gentle touch and comforting pressure of Ichil's hand against her arm, setting her own hand against the pommel. "Yes... yes, but I only hope I can be of some help!"
Before her conversation continued, Shalvesta recognized another friend, though she was just as surprised to see Naevius here, as Ichil. Both were noblewomen - and while Shalvesta was a noble, technically, they were both important members in their society. And here they were, both on the battlefield! She found herself quite worried, and yet a small part of her felt their presence was a balm on an angry wound - she had MISSED pleasant company. Giving a quick, but more relaxed bow, Shalvesta followed the gaze of the other two women and pressed her lips together. They were a ragtag group, and she honestly didn't know what to think of them.
Just as she began to wonder what they were doing here, an important looking soldier walked right past them, setting himself in the captive pens ( she would think him brave, but with guards so close to him it seemed more pompous and foolish), issuing an ultimatum.
It should have made sense to her. For the captured to give up - to convince their friends to accept the new order. And yet the delivery was so... unconvincing... and the last sentence notched securely under her skin. he had gestured to SOMETHING - or someone, specifically. Squinting, Shalvesta took a few steps away from her friends to peer into the open end of the tent - and gave a start.
"That woman is pregnant!" She gasped, affronted. Not that capturing a pregnant woman was awful to her, on the contrary - but to have the woman shoved into those uncomfortable tents, unknowing if she had been given proper nutrition... it was horrible. "They won't convince anyone to surrender if we treat those who are here like cattle." Shalvesta pointed out, stepping back to her friends, but keeping her gaze on the tents, obviously bothered. True, the conquered races would become lower class citizens, if not slaves. But it was easier to coax with honey than with vinegar, right?
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 8:27 am
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Senja: Prisoner in Captured Tents Post 3 (1/2 )
This shifter was not acting like the other captives at all.. He was too calm, too collected.. and confident. And not as wounded as she'd thought he'd be. Maybe he has a plan? She thought with some hope. She managed a slightly brave smile; "I'm not too far along...only 4 months. And I'm past most of the sickness so.... I should be okay for a while." And either she'd be out of here by the time she was ready to give birth.. or her baby would be born a slave...
"I can go talk with him... Though I do think he's weakening the fence somewhat... but... that can't be good for his head." She grabbed her sumer sprite and handed it to Chal much to Ete's hissed displeasure. "Hide her for me."
With that she walked over to the young man, about her size, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on. Bashing your head against the fence won't help anyone and just get you hurt. Bide your time." She said the last bit in a whisper, not wanting the soldiers to hear her.
Then the leader came out and began his stupid peach. Senja was suddenly very glad she was pregnant as he eyed the other woman. "Well.. at least I don't have to worry about that sort of torture for a few months..." She muttered to herself as she tugged on the other's arm to bring him towards Chalcedony
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Rayolun: Prisoner in Captured Tent Post 2 (1/2)
Rayolun saw the younger shifter attempt to talk to Obans and get rebuffed. Of course they would, he thought to himself, they see us as already defeated. But, more important to Ray at that moment, was the fallen branch near the boy. Walking stick! And something he knew how to shape into a simple spear. Wouldn't be the first time I've manufactured a weapon out of nothing. He staggered up and somehow managed to drag himself over to the lad, a very weaving path as his leg kept threatening to collapse.
He gave a rude gesture to the Obans when they mocked him and his gimping, looking at the boy as he sat down. "Mind grabbing that fallen limb there and a rock for me?" Dragging it away with his leg was not the best idea.
He ignored the leader's speech.. mostly. "We didn't get wiped out." He muttered to himself, "We simple vanished into the jungle when we lost a battle."
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:41 pm
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Lerin blinked up in confusion as some... Shifter he didn't recognize meandered over to him then plopped down at his side. Tandoori's feathers puffed up at the action, and she hopped from her owner's lap with a cheep! of discontent. The younger boy only hummed in amusement at her antics, before turning a curious gaze on the newcomer. He was limping, so... Grey eyes snaked down to the other male's leg, landing on a wrap of bloody bandages across his thigh. Lerin sighed. Good thing he wasn't the squeamish type...
He turned a bright smile back up to the other man before agreeing with a, "Sure thing, friend," as he rose to get the requested items. He plopped back down next to the Shifter in time to hear his muttered words. As he handed over the branch and stone, Lerin quirked him a brow. "Don't look so beat up about it, hm," he advised. "I'm sure whatever is supposed to happen, will happen. I don't see any need for anyone to be so worked up over it," Lerin admitted with a little shrug.
Dyakida flinched at the sharp sound that the man made – a clap. As if they were pets to be called for dinner.
Now that was a thought she remarked to herself, darkly amused, I'm not sure which part of that I dislike more. Being a pet, or being food...
The latter was, of course, unlikely. She listened: Scornful, angry, and horribly helpless. The Tendajiians had been wiped out? Her sisters had been wiped out?
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She thought coldly. Earthlings were hardy, and her sisters were strong, and both were proud – with all the joys and annoyances that carried with it. They would not have fallen as the male had said. Retreat, perhaps. Dance into the trees with their weapons to strike when the Obans least expected – sure. But they would not be utterly destroyed.
I hate you.
How dare he lie to them? How dare he make her – even for a moment, question her situation? She was starting to like the daring of Ethelfleade of Zena's plan more and more... she would just have to figure out how to manage it.
When she was sure they would not be overheard, she leaned over to Ethelfleade. ”I think that might be...” she whispered, ”My cue to offer my 'help'.” she wondered if she could pull off the deception...
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 4:03 pm
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Nuawahn – Wind Healer (Conscript) Captured Tents: Afraid for Everybody
As he traveled back to the prisoner's tents, his head started to feel better. Moving helped sometimes. Other times, it made him sick. He was still anxious – if the shouting had been Ogbonna, then that meant that Ogbonna was fighting the Obans again, and that meant they might have hurt him. That meant they might have hurt others too. Nuawahn did not like that idea at all.
He stopped, hesitating near the fence, as a very important-seeming Oban walked in and made his speech.
Wiped out? What did that mean? Did it mean...?
Nua's eyes widened and he felt his heart pitter patter like his moracker's did when he held her. No...
The man meant dead. He was saying more were going to die. Unless they didn't fight at all. Nuawahn understood surrender, and wondered how he could get the others to surrender. It was the right thing to do! If they were quiet, if they were good, if they didn't fight, they would live and maybe they wouldn't get hurt! But he also knew that nobody wanted to surrender, and he didn't understand. The maybe was enough hope for Nuawahn to cling to. Why not them, too?
Once the scary man had left and all Obans were a safe distance away, Nuawahn walked into the Captured tent, anxiously searching for his Ogbonna. He found him and, to Nuawahn's visible dismay, he was injured.
They hurt him! Nuawahn sobbed mentally, The bad people hurt him! He shook, but just as he was about to shout Ogbonna's name, run to the angry young man, throw his arms around him, and make his pain go away, two shifters appeared. ”Oggie?” he squeaked, uncertainly. Something about the shifters – and about the other prisoners – intimidated him.
The young healer rubbed the red cloth bracelet that tagged him as a 'volunteer', unaware of what it meant to the other prisoners. It marked him as a traitor, or something close to it.
He hesitated, several meters away and feeling alone. ”Did they hurt you bad, Oggie?” he asked, plaintively, wary of the others...
Ichil - post 3 Ichil frowned at the guard's insistence. How in the world did they expect the captives to respond as they sat in dusty lodgings? Even the soldiers had better quarters than this and, she was beginning to realize, soldiers could apparently also be idiots. It wasn't her place to question the General and his decisions, but it didn't seem likely. Really, she had imagined that their prisoners were meant as a sort of ransom for the forces that had gathered to fight again, not misplaced missionaries. A pregnant woman was sitting on the ground, and at least one of those men was wounded. What good would it do to try and reason with them?
"War will bring out the brutes in any people, I suppose," she said, shaking her head. She had no authority to demand the prisoners be better-cared-for, but she had an inkling to perhaps do it herself. Would the guards stop her from such a thing? Would it even help? Even savages did not deserve to be treated as beasts.
Her eyes rose then to a man who had come within her periphery. Hm, how odd. She didn't think she'd ever seen him before, but he was staring right at their little convention. Was he one of Naevius' guards, maybe? She tilted her head at him, brows furrowed, and then turned back to the prisoners. "I don't think our supplies are so low as to require this, are they?" The soldiers seemed well-fed, and certainly the nobility was not suffering.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 4:05 pm
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Naevius smiled politely to both Ichil and Shalvesta. It seemed she had come in on part of their conversaion so she waited for them to finish before speaking again. Of course that got interupted by the captain who strutted into the prisoner's camp with his armed guard. She had to resist rolling her eyes. Like a peacock this one was, which somewhat annoyed her. With Shalvesta's pointing out that the one prisoner was pregnant she let out her own little gasp. And she nodded right along with what she had to say about getting the Tendajians to surrender. Nae didn't think they would really surrender anyway, at least, not many did. But she couldn't let a pregnant woman sit in captivity like that. They should have at least let her stay in the healer's tents.
Looking around to see who may be near, she noticed Sebastien stationed behind her and she nodded to him politely until something occurred to her that she had the power to do something. She walked up to Seb behind her before taking a breath and asking him to do something he really didn't have to. "Sebastien...if I can convince the guards to let you in, will you take food and water to that pregnant woman? Shalvesta is right that we won't get the Tendajians to surrender by treating their captives like this. Plus, my father would say that the pregnant woman should be taken care of since that will be two workers when she gives birth..." She hoped it wasn't asking too much of him. He did work for her family in any case, so maybe it wouldn't be.
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Sebastien - post 3
It was a little odd to be receiving order from Naevius, but he supposed it wasn't entirely uncalled-for. He was here to make sure she was safe and cared-for and her whims certainly applied. His suspicion of the young woman being different than the others also seemed well-placed. No noble yet had strode from their tent and demanded better care for their captives and he didn't imagine any would.
"Of course," he said, smiling and offering a polite nod. He jogged off toward the supply tent to retrieve some rations, having to explain twice that it was at the order of lady Naevius who, by this point, they had to realize he was at least partially indebted to. He returned at the same brisk pace and waited by the gate.
"I am under the order of Lady Naevius to deliver rations to the captives."
The guard gave him a bit of an odd look, but stepped aside regardless and allowed Sebastien to enter. His first target was the pregnant woman, but he hoped that she might share with her fellow prisoners when she was finished. He crouched before her and offered a smile. When his spoke, his voice as lowered.
"I hope you haven't been treated so unkindly," he said, unloading his arms and offering her a partial loaf of bread and dried meat, followed by a hefty water skin. "For you. All three of you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 4:53 pm
Sawenah: Post 1/2 Location:Captured Tents ---> Talking with BarAmal
Sawenah gave a soft chuckle and smiled, "This is true." Her smile faded as she thought of Neued, "I was at the Resistance camp when it fell..." She murmured as tears welled up in her eyes. She had missed the resistance camp terribly. They were the closest thing she had experienced to a family.
As the captain entered the camp, Sawenah scooted closer to BarAmal and started shaking a bit. She hid her face, hoping to not draw attention to herself, and listened diligently to what he had to say. when he made his grand exit she let out her breath, "I-I... I don't like that guy... He gets his power through intimidation... My foster father was like that. He was awful."
Scooting back to where she was once the Captain was clearly out of sight, sawenah continued, "So, A promise got you captured? Must have been a pretty important promise then." She was definitely curious but didn't want to pry, so she left it open ended figuring if he wanted to elaborate she would lend an ear.
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BarAmal: Prentice edit: post three : captured Location: outside captured tents with Sawenah
She just came from the healers’ tent and she still looked like she had been dragged through the mud and rocks? How badly had she been hurt before then. The thought annoyed BarAmal to no end and he wanted to punch an oban right there and then. More over they offered her nothing for the pain? Maybe just hitting an oban would be to nice. The eyes definitely showed she was a hybrid like himself but looking up in the light must be painful judging from the bit of squinting she seemed to be doing. “you can lower your eyes if the light hurts I won’t take offense.” His eyes trailed the movement of her hand as she explained and assessed her own injury.“Home away from home no.. Small horrid pit of retching and despair yes. Still at least they haven’t poisoned us yet which is nice.”He doubted that tone of humor would be appreciated but he said it anyway. “Not long I was brought in not to long after Neued fell. I was headed back… to keep a promise and I was caught.”
BarAmal: Post ½ Location:Captured Tents ---> Talking with Sawenah
Ah the girl clearly hated what had happened at Neued. BarAmal actually felt bad about talking about it. He disliked seeing women cry and being the cause of it made him feel guilty. Then came that little speech of sorts by the man who strutted around like he owned the place. Grinding his teeth BarAmal wanted nothing more than to punch and hopefully break the man’s nose. He had to forcefully turn his attention back to the hybrid and take several breaths to calm down. “I understand your dislike. There is no call for such. I have a feeling I wouldn’t like your foster father either.” BarAmal had to work hard not to spit out the words. Reaching out he gently tapped the girl’s knee. “Still the others out there won’t give up. We fight for our homes and our lives. These fools just don’t understand that. All the obans will do is just keep swarming if we try to run. We have no choice but to fight back. No one will be swayed truly. ”
He made no comment on the promise for a long while thinking it over. It had been foolish yet it had been his word that he would complete the task. “Serious enough for me.” He shrugged and laid back with a thump on the ground so he could look up at the sky and leaves above him.
Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 12:14 am
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Chalcedony - fortress Location: With Senja and Oggie Post: 3
"Well, let us hope that we aren't here that long, so that you can have your baby somewhere far safer." He said, not about to let her, or any of the other prisoners, sit in a cage like this or any other cage, for as long as that. No, he'd get them out of here... he just had to figure out how to go about that. Chal's attention turned slowly from watching his fellow Shifter, and the riled up Leaf boy, toward the gathering Obans that were watching them like they were a bunch of caged animals. He felt the overwhelming desire to react, maybe lunch at them to see how they would react, but he would behave himself. The last thing he wanted was to draw their attention anymore then he already had given the entrance that his 'escort' had given him. He crossed his arms over his chest and merely starred back at those who were starring at him in a steady manner, that was until what he assumed was one of their leaders appeared as well.
Turning toward the guy and he found himself missing his shield already, feeling the desire to use it on the guy when he saw the way that he was eyeing those in the cage. His gaze seemed worse then most of his followers he thought to himself, at least when it came to the various women that had been captured and brought here, "Over my dead body." He muttered to himself, not about to let some pervert near anyone in here while he was still standing. Just that one look alone said that he really needed to get them out of here that much quicker he thought to himself. Hard to do when everyone was starring though. It was then that the guy actually spoke up, talking directly to them, and he found himself lifting an eyebrow. Ah, so that was the plan, using them against the others, hm? It made sense of course. There was a moment where he wondered if it was actually something that might happen, their people actually flip flopping side, joining the Obans even after all the awful things that they had done to this point. As though by Fate just as he was thinking this he saw a blond boy that appeared to be a member of the Wind Tribe standing on the other side of the fence.
Chal starred at the boy a moment before he gave him a disapproving sort of look. Well, that proved that there were those who would chose the 'winning side', huh? That sort of thing wasn't for him but a part of him couldn't help but to wonder, if the Obans did win again what would happen to his sons? To everyone in the other camp? They had to figure out how to keep that from happening though, didn't they? A way to end the conflict before his sons ended up in a cage like this one... just the thought of such a thing enraged the Fortress a bit but he forced himself remain still even if his hands curled into white knuckled fists. The man's parting comment dragged him out of the moment of simmering anger though. He was right, there were better things to fight for then pride, there was his family, and he would fight to death for them.
Walking forward to join Senja, feeling that letting her go to the boy alone, especially with the way they Obans were gathering, might not be a good idea. He didn't want to think that they would do anything to a woman with child he wouldn't really put anything passed them at this point. As though testing his theory a member of the Oban army was suddenly, rather bravely, coming inside the makeshift cage to approach them. Well, more like he was coming over to offer rations to Senja. He didn't say anything to the guy, he looked like a kid himself after all, but he did give Sebastien his most intimidating look. One wrong move and Chal would likely deck the guy, kid or not, but he hoped that he wouldn't be as foolish as to try.
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Saraf - prentice Location: Moving around near the prisoner's cage Post: 2
Taking in what was going on, and the way that people were gathering near to the prisoner's area, he couldn't help but to drift over closer himself. What was it that was going on that was so entertaining? He gave them a once over but seemed as though he were missing something. It was the chatter of some gathered females that seemed to catch his attention and sort of direct him toward what it was that was so interesting, a pregnant woman. He didn't didn't get it, not like being pregnant was so rare for a woman, right? Was it the fact that she had been captured? Not really the sort he'd go after himself, but to each his own he supposed?
Shrugging a little he turned his attention as the Captain as he appeared, along with some of his men, so that he could actually go into the cage with the prisoners to chat them up. He listened, curiously, then gave a bit of a smile. Seemed as though even the Captain was quite confident that the war would be over soon. He was glad in a way, sure it had been rather interesting up until this point but he'd still like to head home, to see how things were going there, before he jumped back into things. Once they won there would be so much work to do though, would he even get the chance to head home? He may in fact only have time to write a note to send back, huh? He supposed he wouldn't know until after the next battle had been finished up how busy he'd be, huh? Until they he could only assume and that wouldn't get him too far.
A few more steps forward and he was nearly at the gate, once more studying those inside, before he found himself searching around. Hm... was his prisoner about he wondered? Not technically 'his' since she was a part of the collective group of prisoners but 'his' in the sense that he'd been the one to catch her. Not sure if he would want her anyway, she might hold a grudge after all and it could get messy... best to avoid that sort of thing altogether if you asked Saraf.
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