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Name: Ashta
Race: Earthing - Water
Stage: Stage 2 - Swordsman
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✱Do I know you?: Siirna and Ashta - X

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The horrific truth

Everything should of been going well and Ashta should of been experiencing the new well deserved freedom that he and his people finally earned. His family was once again brought together, his little brother with them once more. So how come it was so....much of a shock to see his brother in the state he was? Though he had known Kyruie had been taken by a merciless and perverted man some how he had delusioned himself into thinking that it wasn't possible that it could happen to his very own brother.

Years had passed and once they were reuinited he and the rest of his family had changed. His mother often would break down crying at the loss of one of her boys, his father became harder and unresponsive to emotion. Perhaps trying to remain someone his mother could cling to so he wouldn't break down either. Himself? Perhaps he picked up on his fathers callous ways, but the once kind and gentle boy grew up to be a socially awkward, gruff and short tempered.

The first thing he had noticed upon his brothers return was how quiet and broken he appeared. The lashings on his back so numerous he couldn't count them. They were a silent declaration of the hardships he endured. What could he say? When Kyruie left them they had been close, Ashta himself loved his little brother and perhaps he clung to that memory of him pointlessly. For now Kyriue was a young adult, the past seven years had not only been unkind to him but down right cruel. Ashta did the only thing he could think of to help snap his brother out of that strange fog he was in. Training.

There was much resistance. Kyruie would argue with him and unsure of how to respond Ashta would get angry, which in turn got his younger brother frustrated. Kyruie began sneaking out, perhaps he was in a rebellious stage, and Ashta thought it would stop once they had accepted the job to protect a young man named Tera. But it continued. Ashta had remained silent about it until he began to notice strange behaviours his brother didn't seem to notice he was doing. Scratching until his skin was raw and almost bleeding, tugging on his hair over and over until he was distracted from it. A nervous sort of energy boiling beneath the surface.

One day Ashta dismissed Kyurie from training and then determined to find out just what his brother did in his spare time quietly followed him. At first it seemed normal. Exhausted Kyurie would go home, but he didn't linger there for long, after changing out of his training clothes his younger brother left the house, but strangely not by the front door. In fact he exited a window in the rear and Ashta only caught a glimpse of him before having to scramble to catch up.
Why would Kyurie do such a thing? Go to such lengths to get out of the house improved? Chewing on his lower lip Ashta managed to avoid being seen by his brother who seemed extra paranoid about being followed.

Kyurie turned a corner and was out of sight, Ashta was about to follow when he had to double back as Kyruie reemerged with something in his hands. He looked calm for once and that brought alarm bells ringing in Ashta's head. Though he wasn't sure what his younger brother had....it couldn't be good. Unable to sit and deliberate his brother was on the move again and so Ashta followed. It was difficult to keep up with Kyurie, he seemed hell bent to make sure no one could possibly follow or find him. Ashta only managed to by brute strength and agility to catch a glimpse of his brother entering a rather shabby and broken down building.

Parking himself down Ashta caught his breath worried though that Kyruie would exit by an unusual means again. Circling around the decrepit place he noted the amount of floors and windows as well doors Kyurie could make an escape from. The building had once been three stories but the roof had caved in at the top. There were cracks in the walls and the foundation the whole place looked as if it could come crumbling down at any moment. Ashta waited for his brother to leave...but he didn't or..if he had the older brother had not noticed him exit.

Alarmed at this thought Ashta moved towards the building, he had to make sure that Kyruie wasn't in there before he went galavanting off to find him. Slowly and carefully he made his way to the front door. After carefully exploring the main floor he crept his way upstairs. His nose crinkling at the strange smell coming from their. Covering his nose and mouth with a hand he tried to stifle a cough the smell was aweful. It reminded him of the stuff the rich would indulge in to escape from reality. When that memory clicked into place everything suddenly made sense. Kyruie's odd behaviour, him sneaking out of the house...it was to get himself high.

Anger flooding the young man, an irrational need to destroy the source of this overwhelming. Not as quietly as before he strode from empty doorway to empty door way the smell getting stronger and making his own head spin. When he discovered Kyruie laying on the bed a blissful look on his face...he exploded.

Even Ashta couldn't tell you exactly what happened, he rushed in like a hurricane, ripping the pipe from Kyruie's hand before throwing it behind him. His brother shouted in alarm as Ashta dragged him for the bed and thrust him up against the wall. The rest was a blur. There was much shouting from Ashta's end and weak retorts from him younger brother. And once the air became clearer and Ashta calmed down some the two brothers stood and sat opposite of each other as Kyruie confessed and explained his usage of the drug.

The silence that came after was heavy, Kyruie rubbed his shoulder that had taken much of the brunt of his brothers anger. It took awhile for Ashta to absorb the information he had been given. It was Kyruie's old master that had gotten him addicted to ghe substance and it came to that irrational conclusions that he must pay. Pressing for the mans name Kyruie could only shake his head, refusing to tell him.

Giving his brother a few sharp parting words he picked up the package that contained the drug and threw it out the window. Being a powder it spread like a fine dust until the box landed now empty on the ground below. he left the room in silence unsure on how to mend their relationship but he was certain that justice had to be done before any healing could commence.

What is Justice?

It was easier said than done. The first major problem was trying to get the old slavers name and after that it would probably be even harder to find out what had happened to him after the war had ended. By the account Kyruie had told him the slaver had been taken away by armed militia. But what hey did with him was hard to tell. So he had to start where it all took place. Back to the mansion Kyruie had been forced to live in for seven years. Finding the place was he easiest part, but finding,clues about the homes owner was more difficult. The placed looked well kept despite the time that had passed and Ashta wondered if the man still lived here. Scimitars at his side it was easy to tell what his intentions were and as he strode through the courtyard it was a older matori male that halted him in his tracks.

Sweeping it was evidence enough that he was still tending the grounds, for what reason was beyond Ashta. Though he tried to get information out of him the old fellow rambled and sung a song off key. It was only when Ashta grew angry that the old old seemed to react.

"Oh..Master Bharaxx please don't beat me! I promise I will get the garden tended, it's just been so hard lately to keep up with the work." The old man wailed, using his arms to cover his face as if expecting Ashta to just wail on him right then and there. Blinking he felt his rage double and the subside rather quickly, the old man was befuddled lost in the nightmare of his own memories and that was perhaps too sad for Ashta to accept.

He tried to explain to the old man that he was free, that his master wasn't here but he was trying to locate him. It was evident quite quickly he couldn't talk any sense into the senile groundskeeper and despite everything he tried all he could glean from him was the name of his old master. Bharaxx wasn't a name he was about to forget and though it pained him to leave the man there...sweeping and tending this house of nightmares there was no moving him. Ashta pressed on. With a name at least he could gather information.

Driven by rage and a lust for revenge Ashta soon discovered he had the charisma equal to an angry janarim. Scaring most folks away fro answering his questions he discovered that his scary demeanour was useful for certain situations. Perhaps the victim of racism when Ashta found any Obans he was quite rough with them. Threatening them for information he was quick to learn as well not to waive his swords around like an idiot. Even if most matori didn't stop him from bullying the Obans he came across the peacekeepers sure didn't appreciate his work. On more than one occasion he was apprehended and it wasn't until the third time that one of the people of the guard questioned him about his motive.

A private man he skipped over the details his brother had shared with him, mentioning only he was searching for a man who had done his brother wrong and wanted to seek justice against him. When prodded Ashta finally gave the peacekeeper the name Bharaxx and was surprised to discover that he knew of him and could take Ashta to where he was being held. Elated he felt his palms sweating as was taken to the prison Bharaxx was passing his time. Only to discover that Bharaxx was sitting in a jail quite comfortably. Sure the man had lost some weight, his fancy clothes replaced with some simple garb but he wasn't suffering. Not like Ashta had hoped to find him.

Requesting to be alone with Bharaxx he was given a skeptical look before finally being left alone. Ashta on one side of the bars and Bharaxx on the other.

Bharaxx looked to Ashta as they were left alone giving him a smirk and a shake of his head. Sitting on a chair near the back of cell there was no doubt he found this entire situation amusing.

"I am guessing by your demeanour you are here on business not for leisure?" Came the throaty voice of the Oban who had by no means suffered for his crimes while in jail. A chuckling laugh came from the shadowed face of Bharaxx. "Let me guess why your here. You've come to avenge your brother?
You look too young to have a son and too old to have been the son of any of my slaves." Came the taunting voice of the man who ruined the life of his younger brother.

Ashta gave a glance to the left, where the door was. The gaurd was still there keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn't do anything foolish. Stiffening as he felt the cold eyes of Bharaxx on him, that smirk on his face. "You really want to kill me don't you?" Came a low murmur from the cell. " I see they didn't take your weapons away...perhaps they hope that you do kill me."

Ashta returned his gaze to his target, full of questions primarily...why this man wasn't suffering.
"I can read you like a book, it's that same angry expression I've gotten from the numerous parents and siblings whom all have come to see if I have paid the price for my crimes. I wonder which one of the many slaves I had was your brother. I had so many I could never remember their names nor tell them apart."

It was that last remark that had Ashta move up to the bars he was brimming with rage.
"It's your fault he is like this, you made him into what he is now.."

"Oho you do speak." Bharaxx stated with another chuckle, moving his body off the chair and towards Ashta. "Many have come here seeking what you desire, but isn't it ironic that no harm has come to me. Your own people keep me I here to protect 'me' from people like 'you'. Isn't life grand?"

Ashta reacted before he could think, without even considering his swords he reached into the cell grabbing Bharaxx's shirt before slamming him into the bars by pulling him forward. There was shouting from the man and before Ashta was able to do anything else the peace keepers or guards were rushing in, forcing Ashta away from his intended target. Shouting many profanities Ashta struggled against the other matori kinsmen who forcefully dragged him from the room. The last thing he saw was Bharaxx smirking as he rubbed his jaw from where it impacted with the bars.

Once separated and forcefully pushed out of the jail's front doors he demanded to know why Bharaxx was still alive. The guard gave him a sad look before shaking his head explaining that Bharaxx was serving his life scentence and paying for his crimes and that Justice was being served. Beyond being reasonable he argued with the guard telling him of the unspeakable things he had done, not only to his brother but to countless others. That Bharaxx deserved death not living comertably in his cell. The guard merely repeated what he had said before, it was obvious that he didn't care for the situation any more than Ashta did but he couldn't change the laws.

Grumbling Ashta left, glancing back once to the jail...he was sure that Bharaxx was laughing at him. But until he could think up a better idea...Ashta would be forced to turn away...and focus on his job and help his brother over come the horrors of the past. Justice would be served...eventually.

Solo - Struggles

Ashta was finding that his brother was being difficult. Not that it was any real change from how he was previously but the constant sneaking off was enough. They were suppose to be training, they had a charge they needed to take care of and it worked well that Kyruie wielded a shield and that he used dual blades. It meant that they had both important roles to protect Tera. But he was starting to regret his decision on giving Kyruie a role that would involve him being so close to their charge.

There was a clang as he brandished his swords blades against a target dummy.

Meta: The stands - X