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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 22, 2018 21:38:34 GMT
The alcohol seemed to be doing its work. Though the pain was exquisite for Giruy, Zander's plan worked like a charm. Though the wound was still bleeding quite badly, it was no longer gushing out of the wound uncontrollably and had become more steady in its pace.
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Post by Stage on Jun 23, 2018 2:57:29 GMT
As he stroked Giruy in relief and congratulations for his brave behavior, Zander wondered if the sudden slowing of bleeding was due to whatever toxins had been washed out of the wound. He had heard from Ermine after his extended mission to the south that the strange jungles there were home to creatures that resembled miniature czorols and had drooled poison that stopped bites from healing. Perhaps that gargantuan lizard was the same.
The Pale unpacked and presented Giruy with his feed bag- he would need the energy to recover- before observing his surroundings. They needed to rest for a time, and he did not want to be ambushed a third time.
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 23, 2018 3:14:16 GMT
The Paleback was given the silence he had so greatly earned. Little seemed to be stirring in the woods at the moment; only the wind in the trees kept him company at the moment. The hooting of owls had replaced the chirps of birds by this point, along with what sounded like the ribbits of frogs from a nearby creek. It seemed as though the woods had finally calmed down...
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Post by Stage on Jun 23, 2018 3:32:29 GMT
Though he did not allow himself to relax just yet, Zander leaned against a nearby tree trunk and slid down, relieved. His loaded pistol and blunderbuss were close at hand and his mind stayed sharp in case of further attack, but at least his body could rest for a while. Giruy as well. Even a short rest would help the alabaster stallion shake off his wound, though the Pale feared it would scar and ruin his pristine coat. It would be a shame, but at least he was alive. Both of them were.
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 23, 2018 3:49:47 GMT
The few minutes of peace they had were blissful, but were soon to be interrupted. Off in the distance, Zander could make out the faint sound of hooves coming down the road from the east, along with what sounded like someone's voice...
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Post by Stage on Jun 23, 2018 4:53:54 GMT
Equal parts alarmed and curious, Zander stood in attendance for whoever was on the road. He checked to make sure the brooch given to him by the Northern Watch was well within reach. He suspected he may need it.
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 23, 2018 4:56:55 GMT
It did not take long for the source of the hooves to arrive. Three man, clad in armor, rode up upon brown horses. The figures approached Zander, speaking to him in a language he did not understand. One of them spoke to him in a deep, authoritative voice, though his phlegmy language was still completely alien to him. They seemed to be waiting patiently for him to reply to whatever they had said.
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Post by Stage on Jun 23, 2018 5:48:51 GMT
Trying to mask his confusion at the language barrier, Zander cleared his throat and spoke in English, voice loud and projecting confident. "I was sent by Ivan."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 23, 2018 6:10:01 GMT
The figures' expressions changed, before they replied to Zander as best they can.
"Not... from around here, are you?" one of the men spoke up. "Sent from North Watchers?"
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Post by Stage on Jun 23, 2018 6:36:40 GMT
The Pale nodded on both accounts. "I am Lexian. I am pursuing one of our criminals. I understand she- that she went on a rampage on your land not long ago."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 23, 2018 6:43:17 GMT
The men all nodded in unison. "Kill many men. Enemy of our people. Make her pay."
The men turned away from Zander, rotating their steeds in the process. "Come. We take you to Eastern Watchers."
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Post by Stage on Jun 23, 2018 6:51:54 GMT
Zander dipped his head before mounting Giruy. "Thank you."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 23, 2018 7:11:06 GMT
Aseya watched from high up in the trees. Well... this certainly was interesting. More interesting than anything else in this forest.
Now, the question was... what kind of fun was going to be where they were heading to?
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 24, 2018 5:38:08 GMT
It took maybe twenty minutes or so for the group to reach their destination. A small wooden fortress sat hidden amongst the tall trees, torches lining the walls of the structure. Standing outside were a pair of guards who observed as the group approached. The guards with Zander soon spoke to those up top, speaking in their phlegmy tongue as before. The gates were soon opened for them, and Zander was led inside to see the devastation within.
Several splotches of ground were torched black, and several buildings seemed to have been burned as well. Roughly eight mounds of dirt about the size of a man were sitting in a row in the back of the fortress near a small watchtower in the back. It looked as though many men were still busy fixing the mess that had occurred only the night before...
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Post by Stage on Jun 24, 2018 7:46:19 GMT
The stony visage of Zander's naturally sour expression tightened. This was more than he had been prepared for. Even knowing that Lark had rampaged, it was a shock to see the proof. The destruction. The death.
How far had she fallen?
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 24, 2018 23:57:50 GMT
"Horrific, isn't it?" A voice spoke to the side of Zander.
Emerging from the nearby wreckage of a building was a robed figure, his eyes burning with what could only be described as feral hatred. The men escorting Zander attempted to speak up, only for the man to snarl at them angrily. This caused them to back off, instead choosing to abandon Zander with little more than a quick "bye" before heading to the stables.
Though the man was not nearly as built as his fellow guards, his innate strength was easily sensible by Zander.
"Listen, I don't know who you are or why you're here, but you better get out of here," the man stated. "We already lost enough people to crazy travelers and the last thing we need is another one of you screwing things up even more for us. So leave, before I change my mind and have you arrested."
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Post by Stage on Jun 25, 2018 0:29:27 GMT
"I am no traveler." Zander realized this man was on edge, and the aura of strength that surrounded him suggested that it would be disastrous if he snapped, but the Pale decided the best way to extend his patience was to make an impression. "I am a pursuer. And I pursue the criminal that did this."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 25, 2018 2:48:20 GMT
A... a pursuer?" The man stammered out, his expression visibly softening. "You mean, you were sent to help capture the fiend that did this?"
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Post by Stage on Jun 25, 2018 3:23:24 GMT
The fair young man nodded. "She is a war criminal. One of our own turned. She left a fellow servant of the throne dead. I... am sorry she took so many more of your men. I- I do not know what madness has seized her, but it must be stopped."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Jun 25, 2018 3:50:32 GMT
"I agree," the man replied, crossing his arms across his chest. "She... she seemed fine when I initially picked her up, after driving off the landworm. Junn must have said something that ticked her off... I-I don't know what happened, but she just snapped nd started cutting people down."
The man's eyes seemed to get a bit wet at this, before his expression hardened. "But now, I'm not going to make that mistake again. Let's go find her, and we'll kill her together. She's wronged two nations; let's stop her before she causes any more death."
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