[Birthright] (Main) The Excursion to Xarxet

[Miz]

Xarxet

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he journey has been meticulous, in some sense, and adventurous, in another. Nevertheless you all have arrived here. The caravan of troops could be said to be a haphazard collection, having various birthrates embodied in its ranks, but the selection is far from arbitrary. Whether you derive from Westborn, a citizen protected by its mighty city walls, or an outsider sent by another's accord or even your own, you all are here at service to Lord Natal Valen, noble ruler of Westborn. Your missions is far from simplistic, but you must overcome your own differences and protect Westborn and its many neighboring city states. Under the command of Captain Alister, a famed local Zealot and Captain of the Guard in Westborn, you are to proceed your advance, marching on foot or riding upon steed, to the allied city state of Xarxet in formal procession, whose Lord has requested further assistance.

 

[Miz]

----- Zahira Lorebayne -----

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----- Exorcist -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Captain's Horse)-----


Dust… it was the apparent dust everywhere that made it difficult to see. The sandy particles rose by multiple feet and horse hooves into the air moved aloft and often into other’s mouths. They could choke someone slightly, making their mouths incredibly dry. Zahira was glad for that reason she had hitched a ride with the Captain himself, the Zealot, Alister. She had only to enquire nicely, in her persuasive manner to have him raise her to his saddle. The ride was still uncomfortable but the air was much more breathable the higher you were.


They had been traveling for little more than two days now, and the sun was done rising, its stretching rays stood midway at the sky. The dust was so appalling for the sheer fact of where they were along the path. They were uphill now, in one of the prairies that divided forests. It hadn’t rain much in these lower grasslands, and the lack of shade only contributed to the intense sunlight. With these conditions any movement would stir up the parched topsoil.


They moved at a modest pace, and Zahira had soon grown bored talking to the Captain and decided to look at the graying clouds above as they shifted from place to place. They would pass a farm’s plot or a small village every now and then along the path, but this area was relatively uninhabited, they hadn’t crossed sights with anyone since they awoke from their camp earlier in the morning, and because their route had little to do with rivers, Zahira doubted they would see another for quite some time.


She sighed again; praying for the entire caravan to move faster, even if it did killed the horses. She had stopped listening to the Zealot Captain, and began to position herself in a less traditional but more comfortable posture in the saddle. Stretching her arms, and moving her legs, she inched herself closer to the captain Zealot that sat on the saddle in front of her. She was close now, awkwardly close for most people; her breasts were touching his backside. Even with this position she still lacked relaxation, and sighed looking upwards to the clouds again, bored as ever.

 

[Stealthfox16]

-----Conner Redfur-----

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-----Beastwalker-----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan) -----


This was an annoying turn of events. He had been planning on returning straight to Varkshal, as he had been away on a mission for three months now. But those soldiers had to ambush him in the tavern. He was just there for a drink and a nights rest, with a wench or two to keep him company. He was just about to order another when these two blowhards walked in, demanding men to fight. A few volunteered and was sent on their way, but one of the soldiers had spotted the sword resting on Conner's back.


You there! You must be a warrior. We need you to join us in our fight! Conner drained his mug and shook his head. Don't feel like it, I'm returning home. The soldier, angered by Conner's tone, stepped forward. Your lord is asking for help, do your duty and join! Again, Conner just shook his head. I ain't from around here, so he ain't my lord. Piss off. Then he asked for another mug. The soldier, now enraged, stepped forward and grabbed Conner's shoulder. Now listen here, pleb-, was all he got to say before he found himself on the ground, sharp claws around his neck, and very angry looking white tiger eyes not five inches from his face.


No you listen. I said I don't want to. I am just here for a drink, and a nights rest. Tomorrow, I am continuing my journey to Varkshal. I have not been home in three months. Now leave me alone. The other soldier, sword drawn and at the ready, finally spoke up. Varkshal? The town of mercenaries? You'll fight for money, right? Conner sighed. The soldier had said the magic words. He had been saving up for some armor he wanted to commission from Faevor, a set that morphs with the wearer. This could conceivably earn him enough.


Dammit, fine. Take me to your captain, and I'll discuss the payment with him. So now he's getting paid a hundred gold a fight, and five gold a day for his troubles. More than the average soldier, but he was better trained than the average soldier. Plus his birthright makes him pretty valuable on the battlefield. Still doesn't mean he's happy about being here, but as long as they're willing to pay, he's willing to stay.

 

[Pineapple]

-----Lilith Salem-----

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-----Sanguine-----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan) -----


Lilith was escorted by two strong, burly men, both of them kept their gaze averted at all times, and had strong and sturdy metal plates protecting them, with massive broadswords on their sides. They were instructed to keep an eye on her, to make sure she was kept in her place. Not that it was hard for them; she was chained in manacles, the two men held the chains themselves. In addition to that, there was a mask over her mouth, tied in the back. They didn’t trust her with much freedom, but they planned to let her free on the battlefield to release havoc on the enemies.


Lilith’s family, the other Sanguine, back home In Westborn were not with her on this trip, she was by herself. Well, there were plenty of others around, men and woman of all ages and all birthrights. Most of them knew better than to get too close to Lilith, as most of them knew who she was, or what she did.


There was an Exorcist up ahead, though it seemed like she was mostly ignoring Lilith’s presence, a rather strange thing, since they hunted her kind many, many times back in Westborn. Lilith even wore the ear of an Exorcist as an accessory. This Exorcist didn’t seem particularly familiar to Lilith, she wasn’t sure if this exorcist hunted her kind, but she couldn’t be sure though, Lilith didn’t make it a point to remember the faces of all the Exorcists.


“Hey, big boys, why don’t you come over here and take these chains and mask off.” Lilith moaned slightly and bit her lower lip. “Then again… maybe we can keep the chains.”

 

[VonRidel]

----- Kaladan Farstar -----

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----- Ligen -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Beside the Captian's Horse)-----

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Kaladan was never one to go against a law, what good could come out of it? Being wanted? Having to go back to the forest? No, there would be no good. But, as he walked beside the Zealot Captian's horse, he absentmindfuly mulled over it while he walked, and ruefuly chuckled when Darkclaws caught and forced him to stop thinking about such a "stupid thing to do," "Dark, come on! We are pack! Must we take orders from some petty lord that wants to fight a war that is and never was our problem?" Dark gave Kaladan a mental slap, "Yes, we must Kaladan! Would you rather be chased down and thrown in prison?" Kaladan growled a bit, but stopped talking for a time. He looked at one of the horses, and sent a small amount of calmness to it. "The horses are so skiddish around me... I don't know why, wolves have never traditionaly eaten horse meat..."

 

[Wolf Rawrrr]

----- Uriel of the Hellguard -----

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----- Justiciar -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan, front) -----


It had been two days since Uriel enlisted with the military and moved out with the rest of the caravan, but her journey began three days prior when she departed from the fortress of Arden Sol, headquarters of the Justiciar Hellguard Order. As she expected, she seemed to be the only member of the Hellguard in the caravan. She couldn't be sure whether there were any Justiciars, probably not, but she was the only representative of the Order. She wasn't the only one of them who enlisted, but the few others that did were obviously assigned to a different regiment somewhere in the kingdom.


Boredom and the beating sun slowly but surely drove Uriel towards the edge of her nerves. She grew tense, eager to have a taste of what she came for. Adventure. She might have used the oncoming war as an excuse to seek that adventure, and so served under the command of Captain Alister, but Uriel was a Justiciar first, member of the Hellguard second, and a soldier in the Westborn military third. She did not expect her priorities to be an issue, despite what the average beholder might have thought. Justiciars and the Hellguard had always operated outside the normal boundaries of the law, or at least the law of the kingdom. True justice was supposedly in their hands, so their authority often overruled all others. In theory, Uriel's beliefs shouldn't even be able to clash with those of the kingdom and its military arm. In practice, exceptions were common. And in such cases the Hellguard believed themselves stubbornly right, often trying to enforce their supposedly superior vision of justice in the situation.


Uriel traveled among the front ranks, befitting her curiosity and thirst for adventure. She had barely noticed most of the other birthrights present, save for those in her immediate surroundings.

 

[Miz]

----- Zahira Lorebayne -----

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----- Exorcist -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Front of Caravan - Captain's Horse)-----


Resting on the horse, Zahira did not sit up after she got her thighs and calves cozy with the Captain's body, and instead lied back against the horses body. So that her face would meet the sky's glaring expression. Altering her head to look straight up, or well straight back, she could see everyone behind her upside-down. She grinned at all of them, the several warriors that were there. Not one had the same birthright.


It was a pitiful sight. Those who rode or walked besides the Captain's horse. They were the bedeviled eager types. The strain of soldiers most likely to be slaughtered and sacrificed in the first sieges of battle. It was a dismal predestined fate for all of them. All of them that maintained their positions in the front of the caravan. Only if they were of Zahira's feathers, only if they were like her, but the universe isn't as kind to all. They were certainly not Zahira, and they were yearning and zealous, the ambitious few.


In fact, it was notable how few of them there was. Perhaps they should have considered recruiting more eager types.


"I can't conclude what is more shameful!" she yelled her thoughts out-loud to those in the front. "The fact that there are those of you here, or the fact that there is so few of you here..." she alleged to the soldiers behind her as she regarded all of their faces upside-down, moving her hands in such a gesture to include the whole group from the Justiciar to the strong armored fellow to the caravan's utmost edge. "To observe so few... so few able-body soldiers going to their restful eternity so vigorously is perhaps an inspiring vile act of the universe, but I wonder, as we Exorcists often do, as to why the universe's balance being as it is, wouldn't have supplied us with more of you in our ranks." she mentioned, focusing emphasis on the you. "You eager to die would provide us some proper fodder and shielding from enemy attacks! Allowing us to have a better chance at seizing opportunities and soon the day!"


She smiled at all of them again sincerely in her notions, and then looked back up at the sky where the greying clouds were forming some interesting shapes. "It would be a glorious success to have more of you. It really would, but we must make due, for the eternities did not provide us with more of your siblings and kind. Alas, making our laborious task more intensively laborious."

 

[Stealthfox16]

-----Conner Redfur-----

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-----Beastwalker-----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan) -----


Conner laughed at the woman's audacity in the face of the soldiers, more than a few who looked quite angry at her rant. Finally, he spoke up. Do you think, perhaps, that fate has decided that it just doesn't like us, and therefore is sending us all to our deaths? Maybe we are just the unlucky few who made fate angry, and now we're paying for it! Laughing uproariously, he moved closer to the woman and the captain. Live or die, at least we're fighting to make our end matter to us. Or would you rather die alone in bed, long forgotten in the twilight years of old age?

 

[Monsterous]

----- Feris Grehyl -----

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----- Paradigm -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Military Caravan)-----

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He could feel himself swaying side to side ever so slightly, the cloth supporting him was coarse, yet comfortable. A rough gust touched his face, as well as the sheets of the caravan that covered the backdoor, though they retracted as soon as the feel of them brushed him. A vertiable oasis of noise surrounded him, the clinking of armour, the chatter of soldiers, the occasional noise of glass hitting glass, the drops of liquid being spilled. Everything was going on around him, yet all Feris did was have his eyes closed, in slumber. He was not in sleep, but rather, just waiting for the journey to end. The hammock swayed harder.

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The noise continued, but was overwhelmed by the shout of a woman a little bit infront of the caravan. Her words filled Feris' ears, her talking making Feris slightly aggravated, and a little worried. Feris rose his head and opened his eyes, the first time he had in an hour. Light filled his eyes, he cupped his hand swiftly on his brow to shade them. The sight he saw was... an oddity. Besides the many soldiers within the caravan, the hammocks, armour, weapons, supplies and drinks, was an attractive lady on a horse with her head upside down, her body backwards, her che-

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-Feris closed his eyes quickly, and looked to the face of the lady. Besides the skin, it was her eyes that caught his attention. He couldn't make out the colour, but one was almost grey. She rose her head abruptly, blinking... or was it a wink? Did she just... Feris shook his head. The thought was haphazardly filtered out of his mind, most likely an over-reaction. He gazed away to the right, seeing the Justicar facing outward, her face solemn, full of confidence. Atleast she didn't recognize him... he was sure the spirits were laughing uproariously at the situation, they never revealed their teachings to these moments.

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He rested back on the hammock, though he knew he'd have to get out soon and help out. The hammock bolted up slightly, a bump in the road catching the caravan's wheels. His legs bounced, he could hear the sharp breaking of glass. It would take a while, but the journey would be over soon. He smiled to himself, as he heard a man shout out, answering the lady. It sounded like an argument was about to ensue.

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[The World is Flat]

----- Castor Findlay -----

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----- The Eye of Entropy -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Military Caravan) -----


Castor had been bored out of his wits, walking in the dusty trail of the Caravan before him. Just trudging there, he allowed his mind to wander to his recruitment. The conclave surprisingly near the caravan, so close in fact, that Mizuna had headed the opposite way to get to the recruitment center. They may actually see the massive building on their way to whatever lord called them.


Word had arrived at the conclave as usual, carrying the usual packet of job offers and openings from around the land, and after perusal, he simply selected one at random. They took him on the spot, as soon as he had applied down in the town.


There was little to nothing special about his recruitment, he simply found the Lord’s men and told them his price. The lord must be a desperate man to pay such a grand fee. Castor had even rigged it to be much higher than he thought they would accept, so that he would be in charge of the negotiations. They didn’t even tell him no; they promised him his fee, signed a document, and sent him on his way.


He laughed in recollection. He hadn’t been paid this sum for work in all his days. Either he was walking into a death-trap, or things were looking up. On second thought, it was probably a death trap. The only reason one would ever offer this sum is if takers were so sparse that only the lure of a fortune making venture would draw them in. That means that whatever it is, it’s dangerous, even idiotically dangerous.


This made Castor sigh in frustration; this was something he needed. He was tired of waiting for things to go his way. He needed to do something stupid, a make or break attempt. He wasn’t going to be another Dust, he just wouldn’t let that happen. ‘But you are going to die trying’, a voice in his head said to him. He of course, agreed with it. ‘Yes I am, just like Alain.’ The thoughts only irritated the handsome man, and he growled to himself.


He started walking faster in frustration, not pulling on Tanya’s reins, but leading her faster than she may have liked. He needed to get out of the dust being swept up by the horses and feet around him. Reaching the front of the caravan, his stride brisk, he settled in with an uncomfortable gaze, assessing his new immediate companions. One was a woman, manacled and chained. He didn’t pay much attention to her, but his eyes did settle on a woman riding with the captain. She had her legs spread and thighs wrapped around him, and appeared to be enjoying herself.


She looked young and vibrant, a little aloof and energetic. Like him, before everything. ‘Luscious too,’ his hunger whispered to him, and it was true, she was very beautiful. Not too shabbily endowed, attractive, and definitely not afraid to show it. He liked that in a woman.


He blinked his eyes away as he strode along, with the caravan, leading Tanya. He was almost directly behind the Exorcist, and was afforded a comparable view of her cleavage from his vantage point, as she leaned over onto her back. This suited him well enough, a half pleased smile skirting his lips. His hunger gnawed at his mind, willing him to do something… just something to end the doldrums! As usual Castor ignored the impulse.


He had always been able to ignore the hunger. It had never pressed down upon him like his well-fed brothers. In many ways, this made him a more suitable agent for the lords of the realm; he could keep his head, resist temptation, and preform operations quickly and without sidelining. But in just as many other ways, it was a detriment to his employment. ‘Too many to count,’ he thought, a sour note in his mind. Indeed, the lack of Mana was certainly a detriment to his employment. One of his powers cannot cast spells of the magnitude of a well fed Eye.


Then, the woman’s speaking interrupted his trivial mental rambling. Her voice was almost magical, and his hunger reminded him of that fact: ‘And her voice too is most attra…’ But he cut off the hunger’s whisper and forced himself to listen to her words… and look away from her breasts. The words were made him smile, true as they were. Those here were eager fools, all around them. Few had experience; fewer still would live through much more than a bar-brawl, let alone a military operation.


Suddenly, for no reason other than the fact that he could, Mizuna burst out laughing; raucous, stomach shaking laughter. He shook his head, as the laugher, more than loud enough to be heard over the wind and the other speech in the caravan, poured from his lungs. It felt good, to laugh. Mizuna most hoped it would irritate the woman.


He had once heard that confidence and sometimes irritating a woman can make them easier to bed. He wondered if it was true.


OOC: As a note, items in 'these' are thoughts.

 

[Wolf Rawrrr]

----- Uriel of the Hellguard -----

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----- Justiciar -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan, front) -----


Uriel remained indifferent to the crazy outburst of the Exorcist woman, though it more than got her attention. At the end, a dark-skinned man in ragged clothes stepped forth with what Uriel perceived to be an equally mad reply. The company was colorful to say the least.


The Justiciar's grey-white armor gleamed in the light of the Sun, the way it was meant to. The engraved eagle crest and runes seemed to almost give off a light of their own. She sighed and marched onwards, hoping for a change of pace from this boring parade.

 

[The Dark Wizard]

----- Captain Alister Sanctum -----

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----- Zealot -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Military Caravan) -----


Alister had suffered a tremendous defeat at the city of Azerin, failing his lord, losing his brother and letting everyone get slaughtered. Of course that battle was out of Alister’s control from the moment he got there but he still insists on taking personal responsibility. Azerin had been besieged by a group of powerful necromancers but there was one in their ranks that had a slightly different birthright symbol and could not identify it but then again Alister does not know every birthright out there. His reward for completing this mission would be a chance to return to Azerin and see if the defense magic has held out keeping the city intact, so decreed by the Lord of Westborn himself but he would have to push that to the back of his mind because he had a job to do at the moment.


He was instructed to head out immediately without meeting his team which was ready to depart. The most he had were some notes given to him by the lord’s assistant which he read over a few times as he headed to the meeting location, it was embarrassing to be the last one but in the grand scheme of things it really did not matter to Alister. He approached the group he was given command over and his illusion of a highly trained team started to fade away from first glance but for whatever reason, the universe and his lord picked out this group and was going to have to stick through out. That however was a bit unfair and he decided he had to give them a chance in the heat of battle to prove themselves and so he greeted those he was destined to fight along aside and departed on his horse leading the military caravan.


The Military Caravan was composed of Alister and the specialized birthright squad created by Lord Valen for this mission. He broke the silence in the air which was most likely created by the fact that he was here, Alister was the Lord’s will and representative and no one wanted to get on his or the lord’s bad side but everyone relaxed and started introducing himself after he did. “Hello, My name is Alister Sanctum and I hope to get along with you all and succeed in our mission” he said with a smile that would brighten even the most of depressing days. He continued to talk with anyone who approached him and had questions openingly answering most of them regardless of the topic, though he would avoid any questions about his childhood and family. The day became increasingly hot as it progressed to the point where he was suddenly approached by the exorcist woman, he had read her file before heading out and questioned a bit as to why Lady Algra sent a dangerous exorcist in her place but she had to be worth something if she is here.


He smiled and offered his hand to the female exorcist “Of course you can ride with me” he said as he helped her up and continued forward. After everyone got acquainted and as he began to open his mouth, Zahira began on a rant which caused everyone to give her a wierd look and cause others to be irriated with her but before she could continue and further he raised his hand saying “Lady Lorebayne. . Please, if I may speak”. After getting everyone’s attention he cleared his throat and began explaining their mission incase some one did not know or needed refreshing. “Our goal at Xarxet is simple, we are to qwell down the angst and rumors of a freeborn rebellion in the city and stop any trouble that arises, supposedly the Lord of Xarxet’s life is in danger and we are to make sure he lives and remains in power so he may sign a treaty with our Lord at all costs. We may get a mission update once we reach Xarxet and meet up with the Lord’s assistant.” he said to everyone making sure they all understand.


Even though he told everyone what they were doing, the truth of the reality was that he was instructed to get the lord of xarxet to agree to sign a magically binding contract pledging his allegiance to Lord Natal Valen and Westborn. After he was done speaking the Sanguine decided to speak and it was nothing productive or helpful, regardless she caused the soldiers holding her chain to start to get nervous around her, for even though she led by chains and restrains, she was a dangerous woman. Noticing this he allowed the soldiers escorting her to take a break and he took the chains firm in a hand so she could walk next to him as he rode on his horse with Zahira. “Come walk next to me Lilith, I’d like to know a bit more about you” he said being the first person to call her by her name in this group and acknowledging her for more than a weapon of war.

 

[Snarltooth]

----- CADOGAN DIRIS -----

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----- SHAMAN -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Out to the side of the Army) -----

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Cadogan Diris rode his horse on the edge of the army. His clothes were in various colors of green and brown, marking him as a Shaman for those that couldn't see his mark. He had tied a bit of brown cloth around his nose and mouth, keeping much of the dust out. His horse was a good animal, as he had earned plenty of money at work to pay for the animal. She was a frisky, broad and powerful bay and sported a white stripe on her face as well as three knee-high stockings on her legs. She was arching her neck as she had been trained and strutting passed the foot soldiers in her showy trot.


He felt sore and tired, but he kept his posture somewhat straight, even though it was mildly slumped in relaxation. He had become used to riding on his way to Westborn, the only thing to get used to now was the noise, the danger, and the dust. Somewhere he could hear a woman shouting, but he tuned it out. Cadogan was content mulling over his misfortune and debating whether it would be possible to slip away unnoticed at some point in the future. He'd go live in the mountains if he had to.


Cadogan wiped the sweat from his forehead and was irritated. His body was producing venom, due to his nervousness at being near so many battle birthrights. He began breathing and clearing his mind, allowing his poison to go back into storage. He didn't want to waste it being jumpy at a bunch of soldiers that were supposedly on his team.


He nudged Delsie, his horse, into a canter and guided her a few more paces from the army to settle into a slow trot that she could hold for hours. Discomfort itched at his shoulders. Was he stuck or was he an unnoticed number in the crowd? How could he use that to his advantage?

 

[Miz]

----- Zahira Lorebayne -----

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----- Exorcist -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Front of Caravan - Captain's Horse)-----


Zahira's face glowed with enthusiasm as the long haired man barked back at her remarks.She wanted to giggle but resisted the temptation. The man spoke with some philosophy in his mind, a twisted and wrong one, Zahira concluded. He began to shout about death and its honors, choosing your path in destiny and the certain movement of time. All of which Zahira could not deny, but the man overlooked the crucial fact that by his philosophy: he would be dead and she would not. So in the end, does a dead man's opinion really hold weight? Zahira was amused by her own intuition and was about to proceed the matter further, but as she began to draw in breath to speak, the Captain raised his hand ordering her to stop.


She didn't at first, and began to say her own reply towards the furry man below her that she was sure to agitate him, but the Captain blurted out his own views of the matter, causing Zahira to be quiet.He gave the linguistics of the mission to everyone. It was technical, and had the generic charisma you would expect from a field pamphlet. When he was done, Zahira cleared her throat and thanked the Captain promptly, focusing her emphasis on the word "Captain".


When he was finished with his lecture, he called over his rear guards to fetch the Sanguine they had ensnared. The guards were weak minded, in Zahira's point of view, scared out of their wits by a single Sanguine. She had instructed them how to properly bind her, but even they managed to mess that up. She was simply wrapped in chains, no proper mussel or anything. She might as well be free to walk on her own. Yet what could be expected from non-Exorcists, doing an Exorcist's profession. A hypocritical comment surely, speaking Zahira never gestured any motion of service to the two nervous men, assuming they would apprehend her thoughts perfectly. Shrugging, she enjoyed it the closer the Sanguine got to the horse. It was like watching the prized animal get paraded around before its slaughter. Unfortunately with Sanguine, there was no feast to be had, except if you were also a Sanguine.


The guards approached meekly and gave the chains to the Captain, who insisted, against his best judgment, to have them. Taking the chains in his hands as he road his commanding horse, he began to talk to the thing as if it were not simple prey. He asked about her, and her life. Zahira already knew the answers to all of these questions. A Sanguine, after all, was a Sanguine. "She's very simple, Captain" Zahira spoke softly to the Zealot. "She tempts humans, she kills humans and she eats humans." Zahira stated bluntly to her superior officer. "In fact people like her are so provocative and interesting, they become amazingly good at tempting, killing and eating humans. Soon enough they have made it a culinary art." Zahira said in a sarcastic tone. "They can also make excellent guard dogs! Many people don't ever consider that! Sanguine Guard Dogs. Of course that is only applied if for some reason you don't particularly desire dogs."

 

[VonRidel]

----- Kaladan Farstar, Darkclaws -----

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----- Ligen -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Front of Caravan - Beside the Captain's Horse)-----

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Kaladan walked silently beside the Zealot's horse, absentmindedly calming it from time to time. He was dressed in a clean, green shirt and dark trousers, his bow slung behind his back, infront of the arrows, and a medium sized hunting knife was swinging at his hip. All was peacful, besides that one Exorcist. Her need for attention was pitiful to say the least.

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I don't like her. Neither do I. Kaladan gave an annoyed look at Zahira, "Could you stop talking? Even for a secend?" Darkclaws growled in agreement. At least we had some small amount of peace in the forest... here it's just listen to that stupid Exorcist try to get attention. Disgusting. Only the weakest cubs howl at prey, And she is howling. Kaladan finished for him.

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[Miz]

----- Zahira Lorebayne -----

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----- Exorcist -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Front of Caravan - Captain's Horse)-----


Zahira was directing her comments towards the Captain. She was of course being assertively honest when she stated her opinion on the beast that was the Sanguine. She had seen them first hand, on several occasions, and was force to kill several of them, all on those several occasion, for her life or someone else's, as is the creed of Exorcists. It was foolish to assume that Zahira had any malcontent towards the Sanguine in question. For Zahira, desiring the proper balance in the universe that only she and other Exorcists could maintained, felt that there was some purpose towards their existence. Otherwise they would not exist. Yet their existence could be moderated, and moderated and minimal is the place they should have. It was nothing personal, it was merely her job assigned to her by the eternities.


The man spoke up behind her, he was on the other side of the Captain's horse, and had remained silent throughout most of the trip. He was a fairly short man, his head only reaching to Zahira's thighs as she sat in the horse's saddle. Next to him stood a wolf, and he barked at her just like the other beast birthright had previously. "My, my, had I known the animal spirits were so easily agitated..." Zahira retorted wittingly to both of her colleagues, the Beastwalker and the Ligen. "I would have earnestly acted with more caution!" She smiled at the two of them, but felt it more appropriate to reach her hand down to the Ligen who was adjacent to the Captain's horse and give him a nice pat on the head. "Though I have to say, you are far better trained than the last Ligen I met." She winked at the Ligen, pulling a strand of hair from the top of his head.


OOC - Von its somewhat difficult for me to tell whether you are talking Telepathically or in Dialogue. I assumed that the italics was thought, but the quotation marks confused me. My recommendation is that you don't use quotation marks (" ") with your italtics if you are talking telepathically. Perhaps you should consider getting another color for Darkclaw's speech as well. Also its better to make a new line for each person speaking grammatically. Its easier to read.

 

[The World is Flat]

----- Castor Findlay -----

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----- The Eye of Entropy -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Military Caravan) -----


Castor suddenly uninterrupted events with his opinion; his low, hollow voice decidedly distinct from his bawling laughter. "My dearest Miss... Lorebayne... You are quite right in every respect. Indeed, the degree to which you are right is astounding, and i should imply humbling if it were not for the fact that i thought to myself these very thoughts, as do you." His glowering eyes cast over the group.


He turned to look over the rest. "Dead men make no opinions, call no retorts, and cast fourth no brilliant legacy."


His mouth turned into a shallow smile, and he bowed to the woman on the horse, now focusing away from the rest of the party. "Your assessment of the situation is most erudite my lady. I would fear that we two are the only sane ones here, but your point strikes home." He motioned behind them. "Eager swords make for fine meat-shields. They indeed do also leave behind their unspent profits, for if such is the case, why should we fear or lament their foolishness? Indeed no, my lady, your point is brilliance, for we make only profit from this most advantageous situation."


The man bowed to her in an honorific fashion. His thin lips smiled to the woman, his eyes sparkling.

 

[Stealthfox16]

-----Conner Redfur-----

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-----Beastwalker-----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan) -----


Exorcists. Bah. I hate Exorcists. I've met two, and neither were particularly friendly either. The one was torn in half, and the other went mad and I had to kill him. He put up a decent fight, but eventually gave in to the venom and blood-loss. You likely won't fare any better. He then turned to look at the other person, and wrinkled his nose. You, however, I can see meeting an unpleasant end under the most unfortunate of circumstances. Hanged for defiling the dead, no doubt. Shaking his head, his form started shifting. I'm going hunting. I'll catch up sometime later. His form then fully shifted into that of a wolf, his clothes and equipment disappearing with only a collar remaining around his neck. He was a large wolf, larger than most. His fur was a bright red with a white underbelly, and was shaggier near the head. He turned and gave the group another look before huffing and disappearing into the brush.

 

[Pineapple]

-----Lilith Salem-----

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-----Sanguine-----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan) -----


Lilith’s chains were requested by the Captain, who followed up by asking about herself. Lilith was going to respond, but she was very quickly interrupted by the Exorcist on the back of his horse. She spoke with such conviction, however no malice in her voice. It was odd, she clearly believed what she said; but she didn’t seem to have any ill-conceived motives or hatred. Well, it wouldn’t particularly be in-conceived.


This exorcist, she could see all the boys in the vicinity staring at her… well-endowed chest. Lilith could see it; it was fairly large, round and perky. It was definitely better than her own bust. Well, not better, but definitely bigger. Lilith peaked down her own clothes to check herself out quickly… yeah; they were bigger, but not better. Besides, Lilith was much more well-proportioned; chest, hips and waist. This Zahira woman was all upper body, she didn’t fill out as nicely as Lilith did all over. Honestly, these boys are too easily distracted by this woman, when they had a much more beautiful, much better filled out, and much more interesting woman right here.


Lilith smiled towards Zahira, her face was clearly plastered with the signs of insincerity. What a tease. Lilith licked her lips before responding to the woman. “Oh, you seem to know all about Sanguine, I find that quite fascinating.” Lilith tossed her hair back and forth to bunch it all up behind her before tossing it over her shoulder, away from Zahira. “You know, you are always invited to dinner, I have… entertained your kind before. I would be glad to again.” She paused for a moment and directed her gaze strait towards the womans cleavage. “…I do enjoy a woman with a little… extra to offer.”

 

[Wolf Rawrrr]

----- Uriel of the Hellguard -----

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----- Justiciar -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan, front) -----


Uriel was largely indifferent up until the point when the Sanguine woman replied. Things were getting interesting. She marched onward, her attention bent on the action taking place just several rows ahead of her.


She knew little of the Sanguine past what the Exorcist had said. The Order had no dealings with her kind, and despite the reputation of the Sanguine, they were not considered traditionally evil by the Hellguard. Although Justiciars were at times called upon to resolve conflicts involving the Sanguine, usually in a violent manner, such situations were mostly left to the Exorcists to handle.


At the end of Lilith's reply, Uriel couldn't help uttering a smile.

 

[Monsterous]

----- Feris Grehyl -----

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----- Paradigm -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Military Caravan)-----

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Feris initial attempt at a final nap unfortunately failed, although for good reason. The captain had finally decided to impart details to their journey and battle against the freeborn, though the details themselves were not what he was expecting.

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'We're here to provide escort? To ensure a... treaty is ensured? And let the freeborn run amok and cause havoc to the rest of the populace?'

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'The protection of his life will in turn unite everyone. The freeborn will be eliminated after.'

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'If we're here to play babysitter, then our time is being wasted.'

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Another quarrel between the two spirits within his mind. Their voices were clear and sharp, a knife piercing the congealed mass of noise surrounding Feris. He simply listened, seeing both points of view of the spirits, before his attention was diverted to yet another attractive lady, though he was slightly afraid. The captain called it a Sanguine. He knew of their birthright, and had heard numerous stories within the orphanage, mostly horror stories, about the hunger for men the Sanguine possessed. The captain appeared unfazed as he looked at her, as well as the other Exorcist, her hands gesturing, her words of sarcasm. She clearly thought little of the other lady.

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Three others spoke up, one a man with a wolf, cast an annoyed look at the women, evidently not fazed at all by her attractiveness, to which the Exorcist plucked a hair from the man. Was she simply uncaring, or did she think herself in the right? The other two, one obviously a Beastmaster, retorted with such negativity, and aggressiveness, he bound out the caravan and leapt into the bushes. A man who hunted alone no doubt. A pity. Finally, another man answered, though who he was Feris couldnt quite place it, but he assumed he was one of the more mischevious birthrights, focussing on stealth or deceit. The lockpicks seemed to indicate it. Everyone had spoke up except him, Feris feeling slightly awkward inside. He considered speaking his own thoughts, until the Sanguine reached the captain, answering the lady directly. Feris' mouth shut, afraid of the Sanguine's own reply that would most likely follow. She looked at down at her chest, then at her own, then back again. Feris was happy they couldn't see his eyes.

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[Miz]

----- Zahira Lorebayne -----

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----- Exorcist -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Front of Caravan - Captain's Horse)-----


"Oh Lilith, you are too kind." Zahira said thanking her Sanguine counterpart that walked - well actually it was more like dragged - by the chains encircling her limbs and neck. Zahira was happy to be pleasing to the Sanguine, after all, she was pleasing to everyone, Cannibal or not. Who could resist someone like Zahira. To Zahira it was an obvious conclusion, one many Sanguine had reached before. Though looking at the chained beast as it marveled at her, she cupping her breasts, positioning her hands right from under to prop their display. Only then when they were more in view for Lilth to behold, she gave her bust a quick squeeze and blushed right at the Sanguine. It was almost too much for a rear-side guard marching next to the Captain's stead, as when Zahira released a meager gasp at the end of it all, he nearly collapsed from the heat, exhaustion and something else.


She giggled with some relief, as she constricted her thighs around the Captain's body for some more anchorage on the horse. "So then Lilith," she said with complete seriousness. "As for that idea of Dinner. It sounds lovely. Its good to hear a Sanguine undertaking other goals in life besides tempting, killing and eating people. For being a hostess you are truly good and modest!" Zahira pridefully insisted to Lilith, who would surely be blushing profusely at the scene she had just observed. "I assume you weren't rash when proposing your offer. I'll hold you to it. Trust me, I will... I never forgave the last suitor who deserted me. A devestating blunder of bones he was." Zahira proclaimed as a warning to Lilith. Zahira was one who took such offers of charity to her seriously at every regard, and wasn't too fond of them being removed. "Well, a devastating blunder bones he became..." Zahira justly said, after a momentary pause, correcting herself.

 

[Pineapple]

-----Lilith Salem-----

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-----Sanguine-----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (military caravan) -----


Lilith thought about that dinner, she was a decent cook. Well, she couldn’t really call it cooking, all she did was maybe a few spices and heat up the flesh. No, she wasn’t much of a chef. Though, she did wonder how she could prepare Zahira. A pinch of cinnamon to compliment her attitude, and a dash of salt, fold together, and serve Luke-warm. Ah yes, that would be lovely!


Lilith smiled as the Exorcist groped herself. It was quite pleasing. Lilith did prefer men, though she wasn’t a stranger to women, and she definitely can’t say that she doesn’t enjoy a woman once in a while. Regardless, the woman was clearly intent on a verbal dual, and Lilith had no desire to be left behind.


“Oh come now Zahira, you make it seem as though I am the only one here who enjoyed the flesh of men. I am sure you yourself are quite an excellent judge of quality flesh.” Lilith smirked towards Zahira before she spoke up, looking towards the Captain. “Do tell me captain, is it typical for you to ride with a harlot?”

 

[The Dark Wizard]

----- Captain Alister Sanctum -----

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----- Zealot -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Military Caravan) -----


Upon Lilth’s comment reaching Alister’s ears he stopped the horse forcing the entire caravan to stop behind him. He dismounted his horse and motioned for a guard to come over, he quickly whispered a few orders into the soldier’s ear causing the soldier to look at him as if he had gone mad. “Now” reaffirmed Alister as soldiers began removing all the bindings on Lilith which might have caused her to be confused for a moment. “There you go ladies, you are welcomed to kill each other and I won’t stop you” he said with a calm voice, not once getting angry. A few more moments passed and he spoke again as nothing happened.


“No?, Then cut your bickering, we have a job to do and I will not repeat myself again.” He said as he looked at everyone and then at the both of you. “Lilth will be joining us with out the bindings, she is also a part of the team” he said as he mounted his horse again and began moving forward.

 

[Miz]

----- Zahira Lorebayne -----

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----- Exorcist -----

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----- Location: Path to Xarxet (Front of Caravan - Captain's Horse)-----


"Yes! Splendid Idea!" Zahira shouted to the Captain after readjusting her Exorcist's cloak around her body. The horse sped up its pace slightly when Alister ludged forward. It wasn't much faster of a force, but enough to cause Zahira to lean forward squeezing the Captain with her thighs again. "A pleasant diplomatic decision, I endorse fully." Zahira as she applauded the Captain now, the horse slowing down its brisk trodding. "It will certainly lighten up this crowd." Zahira muttered, smiling at Lilith and giving her a nice empathic wave, before looking back to the others in the squadron. Their solemn faces continuously marching. Marching certainly to their deaths.


"Though Lilith, you have me confused. Harlot you say? Nay! I don't request pay!" Zahira sang with some melody under her voice, laughing as she insisted she was not a whore, it was a joke that caused her to bellow out a chuckle and fall back a few inches on the horse's saddle, causing her to grip the Captain's backside with her thighs even more. "If anyone is truly the harlot, it is you..." Zahira beckoned to the Sanguine. "Men certainly have a treat with you, but you're so beautiful, so desirably, they will pay with more than money. Maybe a limb, or two, or an eye, or two, or their lives, and maybe two if they could afford it. Men would die a hundred times over, just to have your charming eyes sink their teeth into their necks." Zahira stated complimenting Lilith on her beauty, but ended her statement by making the crude gesture of a woman biting someone in the neck, using the Captain as her dummy example.