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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 8:16 am
This Quest is for Sawenah who is striving to become a Lancer.
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||. The quest prompt must be answered with a 2000 word reply (can be more).
||. Respond to the prompt given with an adventure of your own creation as long as it meets the requirements of the specific tasks.
||. NPCs may be used as long as they advance the quest in an interesting manner.
||. You cannot include any playable characters other than the quest taker.
||. Your responses will be graded with a Pass or Fail. Those who fail will have to continue with assistance from the staff.
||. Questions about quests can be asked here.
IC
Things never seemed to go as planned, and to find oneself in a Oban camp tethered and confined like a wild animal could be called a scary experience. For the most part any of the captured inhabitants of Jahaur and Tale were ignored. They were fed (if you can call the gruel given to them food) and clothed. The sick and wounded looked after and for the most part given small jobs to keep them busy. Those who became unruly were rewarded with a swift and fierce punishment, but those who behaved were left pretty much alone.
Some of the war prisoners were angry about their predicament, whilst others seem to have given up hope that they would be released. There was...a small fraction that seemed to accept their fate and lived day by day enjoying what few things they could enjoy. Sawenah stuck in the middle of this, finds herself with an opportunity to escape....but does she? With were the war was heading, whisperings of the advancement was sweeping through the Oban camp. Was it smart to try and escape now? Or...should she just stay put?
Quest Points
|| Sawenah has found herself taken into an Oban camp and has become a prisoner of war.
|| The quest should address her feelings towards the Obans, how they treat her and the other captives.
||| An opportunity should arise that will allow Sawenah to escape and it will be up to her wither she wants to or not. (quest is not dependent on wither she does escape or not).
|| If she decides to stay her actions should catch the attention of the Oban guards, who will alert the higher ups who will then offer her an opportunity to have better treatment/food/care if they follow them.
|| The quest should confirm where her loyalties lay.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 10:08 pm
The last few days Sawenah has found herself stuck in a haze. The throbbing in her head hadn’t ceased since she woke and was thrust out into the shuffle. Bumbling about between the common rubble she had come to know as kin and the sneer of passing soldiers she found herself lost and alone. It was a feeling she had come to know since she had been forced out of the Sauti Community she called home… A sharp jab to her back found her skidding to the earth. Staring up she saw a few young Oban recruits snickering and jabbing each other while glancing back at her crumbled on her newly bleeding knees. The captive around her kept their heads low, whispering to one another. It all felt the same as then; keep your head down, avoid eye contact and maybe she won’t grace our doorstep next. No one would let a child starve, but they wouldn’t dare take in a stray alkidike mutt.
Sawenah got to her feet and wiped a tear she hadn’t felt fall. Had it really become habit? Looking at the red oozing down her shins she recalled a time when she hadn’t felt so low; so unwanted. Back in the resistance community she wasn’t exactly treated equally, but she was given a chance. She was educated, fed, clothed. People looked to her and didn’t see some pathetic thing to pity, they saw potential… That was more than anyone had ever given her before. Grabbing at her chest, she realized she had none of her belongings; The necklace. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she searched the soil at her feet; not there. “W-Where is-” She began before getting swept away by a blonde figure who whispered, “Keep your eyes down and follow me.”
The voice was raspy and gruff, Male, older… he guided her through the trees and tents to a small hovel dug out at the base of a tree, between two massive roots. The man ushered her to duck down into the shelter as some Obans passed by. Once they were clear she peeked out at the stranger, “Who are you? Why…” She hissed and placed a hand to her head, shriveling back into the hovel she didn’t wait for an answer. Curling into a ball she closed her eyes and waited for the pain to pass.
Hours later she emerged from the leaky hovel to find one male sprawled out on a worn cloth covered in makeshift bandages, one man curled in a ball clearly displeased with his current predicament, and the blonde man tending to the wounded one. “Hey~” The blonde man gave a gentle smile as Sawenah joined the small circle they had formed, “You’re awake… took a pretty bad hit to the head I see.” He shifted on the balls of his feet and took a seat, “Did what I could for it… I was a healer, came into battle with Arak and them in the first wave,” He indicated to the injured man he sat by.
“A-Arak? That… He… You guys brought me to the-”
“The resistance camp; yes that was us.” He chuckled, “I was the younger naïve one; Giles, they call me. Don’t think we were ever properly introduced.” Cleaning his hands as best he could he offered on to shake, and then retracted it when she eyed him strangely. Nervously he looked to her and then quickly averted his gaze, “Ended up captured in Jauhar, huh? Lots of the resistance did. We grossly underestimated the enemy in this war… Arak was so sure we had this… Guess he just never saw his own turning on him; none of us did.”
There was an awkward silence that hung between them. “You were betrayed?” Sawenah managed to utter after clearing her throat.
“Yeah, Corvik was always pretty dark, but a good guy nonetheless. I never would have pegged him for a traitor.” Giles held his arms, “He and Arak were like brothers… grew up together s’what it sounded like.”
“b*****d will get what’s comin’ to him some day…” Arak growled as he stirred from his dazed state.
Sawenah made her way over to the wounded man, “What did he do? How did he get the jump on all of you?”
“I don’t know if this is som-” Giles began, as he was cut off by a raise of Arak’s hand.
“The war; we met them head on… they retreated behind three giant beasts…” he summarized the events, not willing to dwell on the pain, “None of us saw that coming… He used our confusion to his advantage.” Arak closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath that hitched at the peak of its draw, “We never even got to see the creatures fall. We’re in cuffs long before that…”
Giles nodded, “They’ve been taking turns beating on us ever since. Trying to get anything out of us, Battle strategies, key cities, secrets to surviving in our diverse terrain… Corvik gave them some info, but Arak had connections with the generals.”
Arak stared straight up into the tree tops, his lips a fine line of anger, resentment… he had been devastated by the betrayal, but clearly his treatment has only turned the pain into rage. The chipper soldier she had met on the road was twisted into this hollow cold man that wanted nothing more than revenge for the injustice brought upon his platoon. She hated seeing this… Good people like this turned and twisted into something… sinful.
Rising to her feet she looked down the camp as the night was fast approaching the Obans overseeing the captured camps were taking their leave for the evening. Biting her lower lip she hunkered down took in a deep breath before throwing her body forward into a sprint. There were many things that she wanted to say, wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she kept her body tense and sprung forth with such speed she bust through the remaining few walking through the gate, only to skid to a halt outside.
Her head was pounding, but she was on a mission she had to find her belongings and get out of this horrible place. Within seconds she noticed brass intertwined with ebony locks, “You~” she crooned shifting her direction she started again in a dead sprint at the man with her goggles. Lunging through the air she aimed to tackle the man to the earth, only to be snatched mid-leap by his armed guard.
Corvik turned with a cocky smile, “My my my… The little savage is a long way from home…” He got close to her face and continued, “What brings you to me all spitting and snarling like that? You’ve such a natural beauty it seems a shame you have to ruin it with such hostility.”
“It’s your fault!” she hollered, “You and your men… You take my stuff, Abuse my kin, steal our lands…” She could see her accusations held no weight in his eyes, “You were one of us! What happened? What caused you to trust these awful people…” her burning temper turned to a plea for understanding as her body relaxed into the hold of the soldiers.
Corvik removed the goggles from his head and slipped them over her own, letting them lay around her neck, “There is order… Potential… When you resist their hold you drop to the bottom ranks of society, but going along with them unlocks great advancement among their ranks.” Giving his guard a look they released Sawenah and the gentleman wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “Walk with me and I will do my best to explain.” He mused.
Corvik escorted Sawenah to his tent on the opposite side of camp that had a rug over the dirt, a bed to sleep in, a small table with cushions on all four sides to entertain guests at. It wasn’t luxurious, but considering what she came from it was close to it. He seated her at the nearest cushion to the door so as to make her feel as though she isn’t being held against her will, then fetched a vial from his dresser and offered it to her, “For your head… You kept wincing on the way over here; heard you took a pretty hard hit.”
She took the potion reluctantly, uncorked it and pressed it to her lips. Letting a bit of the liquid run to her mouth she tasted it and when she determined it wasn’t poisonous she finished it off. “I… I’m surprised that was all I received.”
“The integration of our races hasn’t gone smoothly… we’re all going to be together in the end regardless, why not just accept it and get ahead in the new world.” Corvik explained as he poured himself a glass of a dark strong smelling fluid and sat across the table of from her, “I was stuck in a rank I wasn’t satisfied with… I had no prospect of future advancement, and…” he paused and thought over his words, “I didn’t share the same views as the men I traveled with.”
“They were your friend; your brothers!” she countered, “They trusted you and you turned them over, let them be beaten, tossed them into a pit and left them to starve!” her voice climbing in height as she went, “They trusted yo-”
Corvik raised a hand to quiet her shrieks, and when she was quiet again he pointed to the chest at the foot of his bed, “Inside are your affects and a few gifts I bestow to you under one condition…” He held Sawenah’s gaze for a long while, “Take them… Walk these tents… Talk to the people. You will find a lot of similarities between them and the Resistance camps.” Corvik finished his drink and rose from the cushion, “I will wait outside while you choose. If you refuse come out and we will return you to the captured camp unharmed.” With that said he stepped outside and waited.
Sawenah scrambled over to the trunk and gently lifted the lid to find her clothes folded and neatly stacked in the center of the chest. Removing the purple top she revealed a new pair of pants underneath with her sandals that have been restrung, and a dark wooden box with the Oban symbol on it underneath. Taking no time she stripped the rags for clothes she currently wore and shrugged into her new garb. Sitting at the end of the bed she strung her sandals over her feet and took her time adjusting and tying them up her ankles.
Returning back to the chest she retrieved the smaller box at the bottom resting it on the bed. Closing up the chest she removed the lid from the box to reveal armor. Real leather armor that was meant for her size; sure there were some minor alterations that needed to be done, but otherwise it was perfect. At the very bottom of box was a shoulder cape. Sawenah took it in her hands and ran her fingers across the soft fabric. It was beautiful and it was hers, sliding it onto her should she whirled around the room in it watching how it flowed behind her; she felt so regal. Grabbing the rest of her gear she stepped outside in her new attire.
Corvik let out a whistle and gave her a once over, “Well now, isn’t that better. It looks like they did a fine job on your measurements.” He snapped at his guard and pointed to the shoulder armor for someone to make the necessary adjustments, “Everything feels alright?” he asked in genuine curiosity, “They have some very handy tailors on hand; well versed in the works of fabric and leather alike.”
She blushed and lifted her arm as the guard adjusted her armor, “Everything feels great. Way better than my last set.”
He snorted, “That you lifted off that rebel merchant…” Wrapping an arm around her shoulder he guided her away from the tent and toward the rest of the camp, “You see, When you’re among the loyalists… you don’t have to steal, you won’t be left wanting… We will take care of you” he turned her to face him and tipped her chin up so their eyes met, “All we ask is that you do the same; defend the name of the king and your fellow men and women in arms. Can you do that?” he asked with a soft smile curving his lips.
Sawenah found herself swept up in it all… Maybe it wasn’t so different from the resistance? And he was right about one thing… One way or another they would all be together in the end. Rather than having all different governments across the land we could be unified under one ruler, one set of law… We would all be one; every race united under one banner. It seemed too good to be true at first, but if the Oban’s won the war, wouldn’t that be the case?
Corvik patted her shoulders gently, “Go on now; meet your Comrades. Then maybe you will see what I see.” He gave her a gentle push toward the Oban camp then turned to his guards as she began the descent into camp, “You; Go with her… Her alliance to us is weak. I’ve planted the seed but I need it nurtured not stomped out by some cocky Fire Earthling spouting snide racist comments… ” The guard nodded and followed her into camp. Corvik then turned to his other guard, “Now then. You and I have some unfinished business to wrap up in the Captive camp.”
Sawenah roamed the paths between the tents. Each tent was blocked off in three by three squares with wider paths in between each square. The central square held a place to gather and visit, spar, and train. There were many gathered there around a large cluster of glowing crystals; it was a celebration, they were singing and dancing, feasting and being merry. As she approached, it wasn’t long before she was snatched and whirled into the festivities by a fireling. Together they danced round and round until her feet could no longer carry her, so she stepped out with a laugh and found a place to sit where a few other soldiers were talking of their victories. Among all the festivities, one thing stood out… The grouchy henchman Corvik had following him was looming in the corner, and despite all the merrymaking his presence was noted by all in the square.
“Won’t be long now,” one soldier piped while raising his wooden mug; startling Sawenah and stealing her attention from the hencheman. “Those rebels can’t hold out much longer, and soon our king will be sitting high on his throne overlooking the lands gifted to him by the gods.” The remainder of the soldiers cheered and toasted their mugs around the table, then the one who spoke up noticed Sawenah looking past him for someone. “Ho there~ A Mug for our latest recruit!” he proclaimed and pointed in Sawenah’s direction, “You have chosen wisely, when our king conquers the savage lands and unites them under the Oban banner you will be rewarded handsomely for your services to the king.” He crashed his mug into the one she had been recently presented and tipped his glass back, emptying its contents with haste, “Drink~ Tonight we celebrate in the kings name!” He roared while turning to join in the dance.
Sawenah couldn’t help but chuckle at their merry antics. The moral was much higher than at the resistance camp, and whatever brew the mug she received contained had a fascinating way of giving her feelings of giddiness. Unable to find her the looming henchman gave a shrug. Turning her attention back to the other warriors at the table she bit her lower lip as she worked up the courage to ask a question that had been eating away at her, “So… What are these gods of yours?”
That question alone was enough to dim the mood; the warriors stared down the table at her in disbelief. Finally one cleared his throat, “You… You honestly don’t know do you?” Replying with a head shake the group rose from the table, “Khal~ Hey Khal! Y’think the Priestess is up? This one here needs to be blessed… ” The man stuck a thumb over his shoulder to Sawenah, “She’s never heard of Jonal, Essd, Nerad…” He trailed off, “Never heard of any of ‘em”
Sawenah’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as the drunken man from before stumbled out of the dance, “W-Whudya mean she don’t know ‘em. What do y’savages worship then?” he asked as he stumbled over to her and grasped firmly to her shoulders to keep from falling over.
“Umm… Bergchi?” She questioned. Honestly she had never been versed in any of the religions of Tendaji. No one ever really taught her any of the culture or traditions… That was one of the things that bothered her so much.
There was a brief moment of silence then they all burst into laughter as though she told a good joke, “Oh, Wow… Ha, That’s a good one… C’mon,” Khal spun her around and started marching her down the wider path to another section of the camp, “We may-”he hiccupped and then belched, “get thrown out for being… Drunk, but she’s not so wicked when you’re sober… Which you are… So she should bless you!” He laughed and maneuvered her through the camp until they came up to a massive hexagonal tent, “We’re here~ Our temporary place of worship!” Khal shouted as he threw his arms to the air as to proclaim to his gods he has arrived. The rest of the disorderly crew hung back as though they were on the verge of committing some sort of taboo, but Khal wobbled right on up to the tent flap and pulled it back, “C’mon in~” he said while waving his mug to the door.
Sawenah nervously stepped forward, kneeling to set her mug off to the side of the doorway and crossed the threshold standing in awe as she examined the inside. They had giant pillars in each corner with golden idols atop them. Each pillar had an ornate silk rug at its base, and multiple smaller pillars with little wax candles atop them. At the opposite end of the tent from the entrance stood an altar where she assumed the priestess would stand.
“Dunn look like *hic* she’s in… We can getcha in here t’morrow… But pretty neat right?” Khal stepped into the tent and looked around, “Not all of our gods are represented here,” he slurred, “But the ones prominent to the war… n’life… n’storms n’stuff are here…”
Sawenah walked to each pillar and examined the names inscribed to the base. She couldn’t read them, but their appearance alone told a story. It was fascinating they had god and goddesses alike, she walked from one pillar to the next tracing the letters etched with her fingers, “So what do you pray to them for?” she whispered to Khal who had found a pew to sit in.
“Well, The one yer at now is Jonal; God of war and man…” He took in a breath and smirked, “Betchu can guess he gets a lot of attention. We pray for Jonal to bring us victory on the battlefield.”
Smiling she walked across the room, hearing Khal shift as she did so, “How about this one?” She mused.
Rising from his chair he wobbled across the chapel, “She’s the goddess of life and death… Lotta people praying to her too.” Khal placed a hand on her shoulder, “We should be gettin’ back to the square… You’ll have to return in the mornin’.” Curving his fingers to her shoulder he pulled her into him and wobbled her out of the tent. Khal rejoined his crew waiting just outside.
Sawenah had stopped just outside the tent to gather her mug and follow the crew when she noticed Corvik’s guard still looming just barely in sight, ‘what was he doing there? Had the other’s noticed?’ She wondered as she looked back to the group. Looking back to the tents, the guard was gone again… He never made any sudden movements when he was spotted, but the second she looked away he was no longer in view… It was clear he was tailing her, but she didn’t know what for. Had he just been protecting her in case the others weren’t as receptive as Corvik wanted to her being the new recruit… Her mind whirled with speculation, “Hey Guys?” she called trying to hide the slight tremor in her voice, “You go on ahead… I’m thinking of retiring for the evening.”
The group groaned in disapproval, “Come on~ We don’t get to do this too often you’ll be missing out!” But Khal started back for the square and waved his crew along, “Come along now, she’s had a big enough day. After all, there will be plenty of celebration when we win this war~!” The group roared in approval and followed in tow behind their drunken leader.
Alone at last, Sawenah began making her way through the tents in the direction she thought seemed right… The Oban camp was much, much larger than she had realized. It was sort of hard to navigate too; each tent looked alike, there were no distinguishable markings that separated them from the others or at least if there was she couldn’t see them. While walking through the narrow paths between tents she had the overwhelming feeling of being followed, and as she glanced over her shoulder she noticed the looming goon figure following her. Frantically Sawenah dodged around tents, ducking to some and coming out the other side. She weaved, ducked, swerved and bobbed her way around so many tents she had no idea where she ended up, but she had lost the guard. Coming out from the mass of tents she found herself struck with deja vu…
“I’m not saying a word Corvik, You know my stance on this…”
The voice sounded familiar but at the moment she couldn’t place a face to it. Following the hushed voices she found herself hiding alongside a tent that wasn’t far from the captive tents but out of view of nearby guards and the prisoners within the camp. It was Corvik and he had rounded up the men she sat with beneath the tree. Stepping out from behind the tent she began her silent approach.
“Fine Giles… You leave me little choice. I won’t let you stay here, I’m not releasing you and you are of no use to us for information.” Cleaning the blood off the sword from his last victim he turned back to Giles, “You can either join us and fight for unity… or Die.”
“You’re delusional Corvik. They won’t unify us; we won’t be equals! You know this! Don’t do this.” Giles pleaded, “Just… Open your eyes, C’mo-”
In one fluid movement Corvik had sliced the blade across the Giles’s throat, blood splattering against Arak, “Fool… He would have been a valuable asset.”
Sawenah clasped her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming, what has gotten into Corvik… Why is he doing this?!
“You…” Arak Seethed, “ You son of a b***h!” he shouted while rising to charge Corvik, only to be kicked to the earth.
Corvik paced in front of Arak and watched as his already fraying sanity began to crack. His tough leader mentality was slowly breaking down, “Look at you~” he spat at the man at his feet, “I looked up to you. I learned from you… Then I outgrew you. I became something bigger and greater than you could ever understand.” Corvik swiftly punted his foot into Arak’s gut, “So whaddya say, Arak~ Join or Die?” He nearly cackled as he raised his blade to deliver the final blow.
“STOP IT!” Sawenah screamed while lunging past the guard and knocking Corvik away, “What the hell are you doing?! You… you killed him!” She was quickly apprehended by the startled guard, “This- This isn’t right. You can’t do this… Why would they join to fight if their only other option is death!? They have to come to it on their own terms!” She pleaded, which gave Arak enough time to free himself from his restraints.
“Corvik.” He crooned, and as Corvik turned, his face was quickly met with Arak’s fist. Stepping forward he grabbed his shirt and unleashed on him. Several punches to the face sent Corvik reeling to the ground. Arak plucked him off the ground and kneed his stomach, then punched him back to the earth.
The guard released Sawenah and came to Corvik’s aid. “Watch out~” Sawenah cried as the Guard mauled Arak.
The two wrestled about the ground; the guard struggling to the top and wrapping his hands around Arak’s neck, only for Arak to respond by jabbing his fingers deep into the guards eyes. Letting out a horrendous scream of pain the guard released Arak, ripped his hands away from his face, and staggered away hands clutching his face as he shouted for reinforcements.
Spinning on his heels Arak searched for Corvik, “Where’d he go?” Arak croaked as he tried to catch his breath. Snatching up the sword that killed his friend He turned to the tree line, “Bet he went into the jungle… We need to go after him. Grab that lance and follow me.”
Not taking the time to question his orders, Sawenah grabbed for the lance and followed the fugitive into the jungle.
Through the jungle they raced following what trail she hadn’t a clue, but she trudged on and found it difficult to keep pace with the injured yet rage driven man that guided her. Sawenah kept a careful eye as Arak jumped out into a clearing where he found his foe awaiting him, “You guys don’t have to do this… There has to be another way to-”
Drawing his dual blades from his side Corvik stared down his shattered mentor, “So this is it… This is how it ends? She’s right y’know, Join us.”
“Silence!” Arak spat, “Y’know damn well these damn imperial assholes aren’t out to unite us and if that’s really what they hooked you with; what turned you against your brothers… Then I’m ashamed to have ever called you a friend.”
Stepping into the clearing Sawenah threw down her weapon between the two, “Please, You don’t have to do this…”
“To arms comrade,” Crovik snarled, “This fugitive chooses to stand in the way of the king. This will be your final test; help me slay this savage and you will finally belong. You’ll have a family, people who care about you, people you can trust.”
Arak stomped at Corvik, drawing his attention back, “Leave her out of this. She’s just a kid! Quit manipulating her. This is between you and I; You killed my platoon and I’ve come for revenge.”
Corvik gave a crooked smile to his noble effort, “Alright… Just you and I then.” His mannerisms were subtle as though he were relaxed and easing into battle, but suddenly he lunged forward and threw himself on Arak in a blur of blades.
Arak was taken by surprise and did his best to counter, but his previous injuries, malnutrition, and overall terrible living conditions were taking its toll.
Sawenah watched in horror as this dance of death unfolded before her; Corvik’s bombarded his opponent with ruthless strikes, and Arak was barely able to keep pace occasionally giving way as his flesh was laid open by the vicious sting of Corvik’s blades. She didn’t know how much of this she could take. She wanted no harm to come to either man, but Arak, who ordinarily would have been the stronger fighter, is at an extreme disadvantage. Making one quick movement she snatched her weapon out from between the two and used the shaft to trip Corvik, who fell to his back. As she turned to meet Arak and prevent him from attacking, he predicted her movements, switched his blade to his less dominant hand, and jabbed the sword passed her into Corvik’s ribcage.
“No!” Sawenah cried while pushing Arak away, knocking him off his feet in the process. She dropped her weapon and knelt beside Corvik, “I’m sorry… I-I just wanted… I wanted this to stop.”
Corvik lifted a hand to her head and gripped her hair tightly into his fingers, pulling her close to his face, “You… Got me…” he looked to the blade jutting from his chest and then back to her, “This is… The result of… Your foolish indecisiveness. Choices… have to be made; lines drawn.”
Arak rose to his feet and began limping over to Corvik when Sawenah turned her attention, “Why did you do this?! Why did you kill him!”
“Sawenah, He was going to kill me, He killed Giles, and he would have probably killed you after he got what he wanted from you. Corvik is a treacherous b*****d who deserves every second of thi-” Arak was cut off when a spear was thrust into his chest. Staggering backward he fell to his knees and stared down the shaft of the lance to Corvik’s cocky smirk.
Sawenah turned back to find Corvik with her spear in hand, “Why?”
He laughed, coughed, groaned… Blood spewed from his mouth but he only laughed harder, “You… You will learn. You will fight the resistance… you won’t have a cho- choi-ch-” Corvik’s eyes rolled back into his head, body went limp and he was gone.
Sawenah looked over to Arak who was barely holding onto life. He looked to be reflecting, regretting. “Hey.” She called to him, pulling him back from his reflection.
Arak smiled at her weakly, “Hey.”
Getting to her feet, Sawenah helped Arak lay down, and removed the lance from his chest. They both knew he wouldn’t live, least she could do now is make him comfortable, “Do you… want to talk?”
Placing a hand to his chest he winced back a laugh, “Bit late… to talk. You need… To get out of here. Get to the r-” Arak cringed and gripped tighter to his gushing wound, “You’ve gotta get away… I’m fine… Go.”
Sawenah backed away from her dying friend, her weapon gripped tightly in her hands. He told her to run… to get away. She knew which way she came from, so she started off away from the Oban camp.
“Hault.”
The command crashed into her and stopped her in her tracks. Her blood froze in her veins, vision blurred.
“Turn around slowly.” Mused the commanding voice.
Slowly she rotated to find herself faced with a ranking officer of the Oban army and two accompanying lesser ranked officers.
“Are you responsible for this?” He asked gesturing with his hands at the carnage between them.
“I-I um-” Sawenah murmured as she averted her gaze.
“Yes or no.” the officer snapped.
“Yes.” She whimpered, “Yes, I’m responsible.”
The officer made his way across the bloodied clearing, taking his time to assess the scene,”This petty rivalry… Was a nuisance. I’m glad to see it ended. Pity we had to lose one of our own, but-” he slapped a hand on her shoulder causing her to jump nearly a foot of the ground, “Your assistance in this matter is appreciated… I will be sure you are recognized for your efforts.” He waved a hand to the other officers and indicated for them to collect the corpse of their comrade.
Sawenah watched as Corvik was gathered, “What of Arak?”
The officer shrugged, “Suppose he will be left to decay in the wretched savage lands he sought to protect? Seems a fitting burial.” He chuckled to himself as he followed up his officers.
“No.” she stated, a bit of force behind her tone, “I knew him; them. They didn’t deserve this. And Arak doesn’t deserve to rot out here.”
The officer turned on his heels and looked the hybrid over with an arched brow, “Well, you are a loyal one, aren’t you.” Snapping he halted his entourage and pointed to the other corpse, “Grab that one too. We’ll bury it.” He placed a hand firmly to her shoulder, “You showed some impressive skills back in the fight to annex Neued,” the word rolled of his tongue. “You were on the wrong side, but it was enough for me to spare your life.” his vice like grip clamped down on her shoulder and his lips curved into a delicate smile as she replied to the pain with a snarl, “I told Corvik that I didn’t care what methods of converting you he used… as long as it was done. You will fight for us and we will train you, or we will kill you.”
Releasing her shoulder he tucked her delicately under his arm and escorted her back to camp. She oversaw the burial of both Corvik and Arak, and then retired to Corvik’s tent for the evening. Collapsing onto the makeshift bed tucked off to the far left corner of the hut she looked around the tent. Was this all a set up? A lie Corvik used to manipulate her into fighting for the Loyalists? There had to be some truths in what he was saying; a world that could be united, a world where race wouldn’t divide us, where people could look at her and see a sensitive and beautiful woman, not a hybrid mutt with no culture or past. Her head throbbed from the stress of the days’ events. Tomorrow was a new day, and she would likely need every ounce of energy to keep up with the tasks at hand tomorrow. Tomorrow she could start her own opinion of the Oban camp… One not filtered by Corvik’s plots; for now, she was a Loyalist accepting all the benefits and consequences that come with that title.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 10:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 12:54 pm
Class Quest Result
Pass!
Sawenah has passed and received a rank of Lancer! For her masterful storytelling and creation of conflict between Arak and Corvik, Sawenah is rewarded a Fairground Item!
Congratulations Sawenah!
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