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Post by Meldawen on Mar 28, 2007 18:38:22 GMT -5
Mirrim started, whirling upon finding the gauntleted hand heavy on her shoulder. She took in the patrol with one glance of wide-eyed trepidation. An attempt to shrug off his grip proved unsuccessful. "It's - it's Mirrim, the tanner there's my father." She indicated the still house, anxiously searching their faces.
This did not seem well received. Mirrim couldn't think why, and continued timidly, "The smithy's just down the way you came - or Hiram's store, if you're not after smithying..."
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Post by Ember on Mar 29, 2007 8:43:40 GMT -5
(Oh, well I have now edited my earlier post)
Being ignored was not at all amusing to Malcar who considered himself above all else in this cursed village, but now that he was ignored he was interested even more of these soldiers. They seemed to have a task and whatever armed soldiers were doing was Malcar`s concern. Malcar closed his cottage door and began slowly walking after the soldiers. Slowly Malcar began slowing down and placed his hands in his pockets as the soldiers stopped by a young woman in front of a house. Malcar knew her, he knew everyone, she was the tanner`s daughter, but what was she worth for? The way that the soldiers spoke to her seemed careful as, if they did not want to scare her away.
Malcar grew evermore suspicious of the soldiers intentions and gazed at his sides at the people who had come out of their buildings. The people followed wherever the soldiers went and wanted to know more about their business. Malcar stepped forward and stood safely just beyond the reach of a sword.
"Leave the kid alone, she has no business with you"
He stated threateningly, normally he would not have risen up to speak for others, but this was simply a way to gain more information about their intentions.
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Mar 30, 2007 16:45:35 GMT -5
Captain Andron started and glared at the newcomer. Assimilated the mace and penetrating green eyes. This man looked as out of place in this village as steel among wildflowers. He normally would have given this second thought, but at the moment he was too irritated to care. The girl had seemed gullible enough and would have innocuously gone with him. Now he had to deal with this insolent villager.
"We are on patrol and noticed her lack of shelter," he hissed venomously. "Are you her guardian? If not, I suggest you stand back."
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Post by Ember on Mar 30, 2007 18:25:49 GMT -5
"No, I am not her guardian, but I am slightly confused about what you want with her. No soldiers usually stop by to ask young girls about things unless it is an interrogation and what I just witnessed was not that. I am simply concerned of what your intentions are, for her, for us, for the village..."
He said with a quirk smile on his face as he hinted that the soldiers weren`t doing their job properly or that they didn`t know it at all.
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Post by Meldawen on Mar 30, 2007 19:09:59 GMT -5
Mirrim looked back and forth, from this stranger to the formidable patrol captain in front of her, and took a step backward. Uncertainty was written on her features. "I'm...nobody important," she interjected timidly. Why the sudden fuss? It was true, she was a peasant girl of no status or importance in the world.
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Mar 30, 2007 21:35:52 GMT -5
"You may not be, but you have attracted the attention of many a high official," Captain Andron retorted, finally losing his patience. Roughly seizing her by the shoulder, he began leading her away. "We mean no harm to you or the village, but feel free to accompany us if you're so concerned with her safety." Why not? Another Renegade traitor to toss in the slave mines.
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Post by Meldawen on Mar 30, 2007 21:46:55 GMT -5
"No, I haven't!" exclaimed Mirrim in a panic. "Please, you must have the wrong person - I've done nothing!" Frantically she attempted to pull away and found his grip firm enough to render that course of action completely without fruition. What had she done? Mirrim couldn't for the life of her think of anything!
Unless - her stomach lurched. Was this what happened to those who believed in the gods?
Again Mirrim wrenched at her arm in his grip, driven to desperation. "I've done nothing wrong, ask - ask anyone!" The last plea turned half into a sob. The windows of her former house were still dark. Did they care not at all?
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Post by Ember on Mar 31, 2007 1:47:52 GMT -5
Behind his quirk smile Malcar chuckled quietly, follow them? What a tempting idea, but it of course would have it`s risks for both parties. The soldiers would enslave or kill him as where Malcar would torture them and then kill them. Yet the loud protests of the young woman were against leaving with these men, Malcar placed his hands in his pockets.
"You heard her soldier, she does not want to go and if you are going to kidnap her then you will realize that there are more people here that would not let it go."
Malcar said calmly and gazed around at the people who began slowly gathering around.
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Post by Meldawen on Mar 31, 2007 2:31:15 GMT -5
Mirrim did not see what he saw. She saw the same closed expressions her father had presented her with, the same apathy - the same conviction that anyone who trusted in the gods was a traitor and deserved what they got. If she was indeed arrested for believing, they would do nothing to save her. These people who'd known her since childhood would pretend she no longer existed. It was a bluff - and nothing more.
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Mar 31, 2007 15:28:34 GMT -5
Shouts arose from the crowd. "That's Mirrim, that is!"
"The tanner's daughter!"
"Aye, you can't take her!"
Andron snorted and waved expansively at the gathered villagers. "Resistance is futile!" he bellowed, shoving Mirrim to her knees before him. "See what becomes of traitors!" He roughly pulled her back up and motioned for his men to unsheathe swords. Steel glinted in the moonlight as they marched towards the horses, daring anyone to stop them. A few of the villagers looked obstinate, but the general crowd parted in fear.
He hoisted the girl onto the saddle before mounting himself. Spurring the beast's flanks, he and his men vanished into the forest.
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Post by Ember on Mar 31, 2007 15:47:36 GMT -5
Fascinating, why would a group of soldiers cover from some villagers and kidnap the tanners daughter? There was more at work here and all tough Malcar`s lord had not told him to move from the village, he would have told him to find out what this was about. Malcar quickly charged back towards his cottage, in the side there was a crude building with mails sticking out. Malcar swinged the the door open and pulled a black steed out of the small stable, the horse was a rather impressive sight for one to be found in a peasant village.
Malcar jumped onto the steed and rallied it into a wild gallop trough the village into the forest. This horse was one of few gifts that his master had given him, it`s eyes glowed a dim light and it outran most horses with ease. Speed was not the ally of the soldiers as Malcar began his chase all tough he did come to second thoughts about killing the soldiers. They could prove to an useful information source as they were certainly up to something more than normal state affairs. Malcar caught a glimpse of an armored suit between the tree`s and smirked as his turned his steed left to outflank the soldiers.
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Post by Meldawen on Mar 31, 2007 17:21:55 GMT -5
The last thing Mirrim saw before she was forcibly seated in front of the formidable patrol captain was her brother Kavyn, bursting through the front door to stare aghast after the departing patrol. Their eyes met for a split second and then Mirrim's blurred with tears. No mother, no father. How could they have stopped caring? How, in a moment, could she have gone from beloved daughter to a traitor they cared nothing for?
Her pride was the only thing that kept Mirrim's shoulders rigid where she sat, not shaking with the sobs that threatened at any moment to escape. Where were they taking her? How could merely believing in what she knew was true make her an outcast, a criminal?
A braver Mirrim would have fought tooth and nail, fought for her own freedom, but this was not she. This Mirrim sat mutely, sight blurred with tears, unable to grasp that her life had been turned upside down in the space of a day.
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Post by Ven on Mar 31, 2007 20:42:45 GMT -5
Ethaniel held the door and motioned for the slave to go through, and followed after him, closing and locking the door. Then he pulled up a chair and sat facing the slave.
He examined him. He looked familiar, but Ethaniel could not place how.
Only one way to find out :asking.
"Now, slave, tell me your place of birth, age, how you became a slave, why you believe in the gods, and your name.
If i find out you're lying, however, slave. Ethaniel said in a low voice, "I'll have your hide, strung out in front of the Guard's post."
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Apr 1, 2007 12:01:56 GMT -5
Ironically Cirron too noticed something familiar about this sentry, but he was too tired and hurting and hot to care. He leaned against the stone wall, reveling in its coldness. The gashes on his back stung as though burned. Blinking cool sweat from his eyes, he looked up at the stranger. What strange questions to ask a slave, but Cirron knew them all as though they'd been etched into his heart. The remembrance of his identity was the sole reason he'd managed to survive longer than the others, and under the interrogating scrutiny it all rose to choke his throat.
"My name is Cirron," he replied numbly, wiping the sweat off his brow with one tattered sleeve. "I was born in Aresbree. I'm..." This one took longer. "... twenty-four. I..." He faltered and narrowed his gray-blue eyes. "Why do you care?"
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Noting the pursuit in his peripheral vision, Andron cursed and swerved his charger to the right. The enemy's horse was faster than his men's by far, so the only option that remained was to stand ground and fight -
A lightning bolt sizzling through the air, missing his head by millimeters, dispelled that notion. Stars above, had the man brought allies?
Another lightning bolt sizzled from the opposite direction, striking his horse. The charger went down with a whinny of pain, sending both rider and rider's captive catapulting over its head. Arrows hissed through the air, taking his men down right before his horrified eyes. He heard booted footsteps behind him. Unsheathing his broadsword, he leaped to his feet and pivoted in time to parry a devastating strike from a quarterstaff. The robed figure chanted an arcane verse, and the quarterstaff flared in blue flame.
Druids!
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Post by Ember on Apr 1, 2007 12:15:39 GMT -5
Druids!
Those pesky magician friends of the tree lovers!
Malcar cursed as he saw them, but he was not leaving without the information or a fight, not to mention now that the druids were involved it seemed that the girl had a greater importance still. Malcar guided his horse towards the druids and drew his mace. A swift, perilous blow dropped one of the druids with the back of his head crushed. A fire ignited in Malcar`s palm as he turned his horse around, he gazed at the druid quickly before waving his hand in a broad wave.
The fire from his hand spread around the small area in small quantities, but enough to set the area on fire. Malcar looked at his handiwork with a smile, but realized that the girl was still in the area and he would have to get her from there.
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