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Soralisa and Rubida join you.
“There is only one still alive,” Soralisa points at the survivor, stapled against a wooden beam by one of its people’s own spears. Rubida’s work.
It won’t stay alive for long, anyway.
“Leave it,” you say, then you turn around. Bit by bit, from the other tents other human beings come out, some showing signs of leashes, bites, scratches and worse— but alive. Their hands raised to the sky, praising the Throne, the Throne.
Your mouth tastes acidic— are you biting your tongue again?
You had your share of killing with Master, back during your training with him. Yet this feels different. This… kidnapping, using human beings as slaves and meat and— judging from the way the girl you pulled out of the bed hold her stomach — probably worse…
… you did not know how good you were having it, in the Holy Land.
The last few days shook you in a way you couldn’t have thought possible.
Saint Bragia’s kindness seems like a far-away memory before this, before the loss of Willow, and the hanging sword that is Rosandra.
The Holy Land has deemed you [i]an agent of the Adversary.[/i]
This is beyond insulting. This is—
A wound.
A wound that over the past few days has festered and rotted inside of you.
But you will still fight for Madua.
For your family.
For Master.
And for your friends.
Starless Night, even for that heathen Sandora and Willow!
It’s not up to you, after all.
Your grip tightens over your sword and the girl next to you lets out a strangled breath.
“[i]And by Eventide…[/i]” you mutter, watching the final rays disappearing past the horizon.
Ansàrra shall be praised, Her peace preserved.
By blood, and cerarmide.
“… we have done bright deeds.”
[red]Check for other survivors first. This is a rescue mission.[/red]
[blue]This lizardman still as energy to draw its breath. Breath which would be better used for a confession.[/blue]
[green]You put your sword in the hand of the girl you saved, and slowly lead her towards the Ubaiid, until the tip touches its chest.[/green]
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Soralisa and Rubida join you.
“There is only one still alive,” Soralisa points at the survivor, stapled against a wooden beam by one of its people’s own spears. Rubida’s work.
It won’t stay alive for long, anyway.
“Leave it,” you say, then you turn around. Bit by bit, from the other tents other human beings come out, some showing signs of leashes, bites, scratches and worse— but alive. Their hands raised to the sky, praising the Throne, the Throne.
Your mouth tastes acidic— are you biting your tongue again?
You had your share of killing with Master, back during your training with him. Yet this feels different. This… kidnapping, using human beings as slaves and meat and— judging from the way the girl you pulled out of the bed hold her stomach — probably worse…
… you did not know how good you were having it, in the Holy Land.
The last few days shook you in a way you couldn’t have thought possible.
Saint Bragia’s kindness seems like a far-away memory before this, before the loss of Willow, and the hanging sword that is Rosandra.
The Holy Land has deemed you [i]an agent of the Adversary.[/i]
This is beyond insulting. This is—
A wound.
A wound that over the past few days has festered and rotted inside of you.
But you will still fight for Madua.
For your family.
For Master.
And for your friends.
Starless Night, even for that heathen Sandora and Willow!
It’s not up to you, after all.
Your grip tightens over your sword and the girl next to you lets out a strangled breath.
“[i]And by Eventide…[/i]” you mutter, watching the final rays disappearing past the horizon.
Ansàrra shall be praised, Her peace preserved.
By blood, and cerarmide.
“… we have done bright deeds.”
[red]Check for other survivors first. This is a rescue mission.[/red]
[blue]This lizardman still as energy to draw its breath. Breath which would be better used for a confession.[/blue]
[green]You put your sword in the hand of the girl you saved, and slowly lead her towards the Ubaiid, until the tip touches its chest.[/green]
[b]Add a suggestion[/b]
Well… don’t get on our goofy Knight’s bad side? Someone learns that lesson quickly, someone needs a reminder. The sun may be getting dark, anon...
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