The League: Bloodlines ((Started/Closed))
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Shouts of alarm and urgency carried through the streets as dozens of Roman soldiers pounded the dirt roads compact as they rushed to some established meeting place. Most of the people that watched them go by thought that it was some form of crackdown; someone had been misbehaving to the extent that the entire garrison would be after him.
In that they were half right.
The soldiers were actually running to one of their local barracks, which had caught fire. Again. For the fifth time in the last three months, in fact. The Centurion had grown furious over the case of the arsonist, and had been devoting much of his time simply into capturing the miscreant; not only had he failed to do this, but every time he came closer something happened in retaliation. A soldier would be found beaten half to death on the edge of town, stripped naked, or that week's supply wagon would be looted, and the men would go half-starved for days. No one had died yet, but many men were forced to retire from the severity of their injuries, and the Centurion was at his wit's end.
The fire was larger than the last time, having engulfed an entire room's worth of bedding, and the buckets of water they had available seemed nearly useless against the growing inferno. The soldiers panicked even as they fought the blaze, convinced that this time they would lose the whole barracks. They were so caught up in this struggle that they failed to notice a figure dart around a corner and out of sight.
As soon as he was sure the Romans were out of sight, Zech rose to his feet and carefully blended in with the crowd. Full name Zechariah, he was an immigrant of sorts to the town. He had been abandoned by his parents and adopted by a local Jewish farmer and raised in their ways. But the Roman occupation stirred some holy wrath inside of him, and he felt that full-out rebellion was the only answer to their crimes, both real and perceived. His body was that of a farmer's son. He was no taller than even the average villager, but his shoulders were squared and strong. He had little fat on his bones, but had a muscled frame, thin as it was. His skin was tan from being out in the sun so often, but most villagers would think he were an indoor worker. He did not know where he came from, but it was somewhere with less heat than here; his skin had been much lighter than his family's as a child, and even now with his darker complexion his skin was a shade lighter than his mother's.
To hide this, he wore a cloak most of the time. It was green, and extremely ragged, patched in many places. His mother told him that they had found him with it, and it was some sort of family heirloom dating back to the founder of his bloodline. He had never heard any more about this mysterious man, but he held no sense of wonder or respect for him. Rather he wished to meet him solely so he could beat him for the curse he had laid on Zech.
His hair was bright, shining even in its golden color. He cropped it short so stray hairs would not poke out from his hood and spook the villagers, but inside he knew they were all aware of his deformity. Even now as he joined the crowd they gave him a wide berth. He grimaced, but inside he felt no anger toward them. As much as he hated their own hatred, he had sworn to protect these people, both from the Romans and from whatever supernatural terrors might assault them. That was why he had agreed to join the Exorcists several years ago.
Zech noticed that Plain, the founder of the group, was presently only a block away; he changed course and walked over to him, chuckling to himself at his "prank" on the soldiers.
"Did you see them running?" He asked, in a somewhat gravelly but unmistakably young voice. "I think they're gonna lose the whole barracks this time.
In that they were half right.
The soldiers were actually running to one of their local barracks, which had caught fire. Again. For the fifth time in the last three months, in fact. The Centurion had grown furious over the case of the arsonist, and had been devoting much of his time simply into capturing the miscreant; not only had he failed to do this, but every time he came closer something happened in retaliation. A soldier would be found beaten half to death on the edge of town, stripped naked, or that week's supply wagon would be looted, and the men would go half-starved for days. No one had died yet, but many men were forced to retire from the severity of their injuries, and the Centurion was at his wit's end.
The fire was larger than the last time, having engulfed an entire room's worth of bedding, and the buckets of water they had available seemed nearly useless against the growing inferno. The soldiers panicked even as they fought the blaze, convinced that this time they would lose the whole barracks. They were so caught up in this struggle that they failed to notice a figure dart around a corner and out of sight.
As soon as he was sure the Romans were out of sight, Zech rose to his feet and carefully blended in with the crowd. Full name Zechariah, he was an immigrant of sorts to the town. He had been abandoned by his parents and adopted by a local Jewish farmer and raised in their ways. But the Roman occupation stirred some holy wrath inside of him, and he felt that full-out rebellion was the only answer to their crimes, both real and perceived. His body was that of a farmer's son. He was no taller than even the average villager, but his shoulders were squared and strong. He had little fat on his bones, but had a muscled frame, thin as it was. His skin was tan from being out in the sun so often, but most villagers would think he were an indoor worker. He did not know where he came from, but it was somewhere with less heat than here; his skin had been much lighter than his family's as a child, and even now with his darker complexion his skin was a shade lighter than his mother's.
To hide this, he wore a cloak most of the time. It was green, and extremely ragged, patched in many places. His mother told him that they had found him with it, and it was some sort of family heirloom dating back to the founder of his bloodline. He had never heard any more about this mysterious man, but he held no sense of wonder or respect for him. Rather he wished to meet him solely so he could beat him for the curse he had laid on Zech.
His hair was bright, shining even in its golden color. He cropped it short so stray hairs would not poke out from his hood and spook the villagers, but inside he knew they were all aware of his deformity. Even now as he joined the crowd they gave him a wide berth. He grimaced, but inside he felt no anger toward them. As much as he hated their own hatred, he had sworn to protect these people, both from the Romans and from whatever supernatural terrors might assault them. That was why he had agreed to join the Exorcists several years ago.
Zech noticed that Plain, the founder of the group, was presently only a block away; he changed course and walked over to him, chuckling to himself at his "prank" on the soldiers.
"Did you see them running?" He asked, in a somewhat gravelly but unmistakably young voice. "I think they're gonna lose the whole barracks this time.
Blue equals Aramaic, I guess?
I'm so sorry I'm cluttering the forum, but DAMN that post was GREAT!
I loved your character, both badass and makes perfect sense. I just hope you like it too.
I'll think of something to introduce my character. Have no idea how to drop him into the plot. Maybe you could come by my house for a drink? I'll look for any opportunities in the future.
I loved your character, both badass and makes perfect sense. I just hope you like it too.
I'll think of something to introduce my character. Have no idea how to drop him into the plot. Maybe you could come by my house for a drink? I'll look for any opportunities in the future.
Matrion was walking though the village she had called home for the past 10 years. She wore a long black monk-like robe, the sleeves being longer than her arms and her hood was always up to keep her appearance secret from the village. Matrion knows better than to show people what she looks like. Others have been only accused of things she could do and they were burned. She had been alive for 32 winters and knew what she had to do to survive.
She was walking down the street this morning hen a group of Roman soldiers started to charge down it. only having a few seconds to react Matrion ducked into a nearby alleyway to avoid them. She held her breath in fear of the Romans or public had found out about her. A minute had passed and the soldiers went by without incident. She stepped out of the alleyway and back into the street.
Most of the folk around here think she is a monk or something of the sort, she doesn't get in the way and stays quiet. Matrion decided to follow the soldiers to see what the fuss was about. Arriving at where the barracks is, there was a huge fire raging in it. "Not even the Romans deserve this." she said and walked off to a corner and found a bucket. She filled it up with water from a nearby well and brought it over to the soldiers putting it down. then grabbed an empty one from them and repeated the process.
She was walking down the street this morning hen a group of Roman soldiers started to charge down it. only having a few seconds to react Matrion ducked into a nearby alleyway to avoid them. She held her breath in fear of the Romans or public had found out about her. A minute had passed and the soldiers went by without incident. She stepped out of the alleyway and back into the street.
Most of the folk around here think she is a monk or something of the sort, she doesn't get in the way and stays quiet. Matrion decided to follow the soldiers to see what the fuss was about. Arriving at where the barracks is, there was a huge fire raging in it. "Not even the Romans deserve this." she said and walked off to a corner and found a bucket. She filled it up with water from a nearby well and brought it over to the soldiers putting it down. then grabbed an empty one from them and repeated the process.
Zech raised a hand in confusion, water droplets gently splattering on it before a downpour came with the force of a tidal wave. In a moment he and plain were soaking wet as the storm rolled in to put out the fire. He couldn't say anything in protest before a terrible howling echoed through the village. His face suddenly twisted into a scowl as he realized who was behind the sudden storm.
"That whore!" he shouted in a mix of disbelief and rage. "That was the biggest fire yet! I was gonna do it this time, I was gonna drive them out of the village, and she puts it out?! What does she even think she's doing, blatantly showcasing her powers like that?!"
He growled before storming off under a bit of awning on a nearby building, where he slammed his fist into the mud and stone before calming down, putting his back to the wall and sulking as he waited out the storm.
"That whore!" he shouted in a mix of disbelief and rage. "That was the biggest fire yet! I was gonna do it this time, I was gonna drive them out of the village, and she puts it out?! What does she even think she's doing, blatantly showcasing her powers like that?!"
He growled before storming off under a bit of awning on a nearby building, where he slammed his fist into the mud and stone before calming down, putting his back to the wall and sulking as he waited out the storm.
The soldiers let out a large "Hoorah!" as the barracks was saved. one of the soldiers came over to thank Matrion for her help. The man stuck out his hand for her to shake, "Thank you for the help, umm... Ma'am?"
Matrion started to back away slowly, the soldier got a puzzled look on his face and advanced. the process repeated for 3 more times then Matrion turned and broke into a full on sprint. The soldier followed her and started to shout "Stop in the name of the emperor!".
Matrion kept on running, on the fly she started to jump over small boxes and things. the soldier easily kept pace with her. villagers started to wonder what was happening and a small mob formed behind the soldier. The chase lasted a good ten solid minutes of running. Matrion finally tripped and hit the ground, hard.
The soldier walked up to her, "Ma'am i just wanted to say thank you for helping with the fire, but why did you run?" Matrion looked away in shame. The soldier reached down and pulled her hood down, There was a gasp from the mob and the soldier from the sight of the sky blue being. someone from the mob called out "Burn her, she's a demon!" Matrion started to sob softly until the soldier knocked her out. The last thing she remembered hearing was "Burn her, Burn her, Burn her!" from the mob.
Matrion started to back away slowly, the soldier got a puzzled look on his face and advanced. the process repeated for 3 more times then Matrion turned and broke into a full on sprint. The soldier followed her and started to shout "Stop in the name of the emperor!".
Matrion kept on running, on the fly she started to jump over small boxes and things. the soldier easily kept pace with her. villagers started to wonder what was happening and a small mob formed behind the soldier. The chase lasted a good ten solid minutes of running. Matrion finally tripped and hit the ground, hard.
The soldier walked up to her, "Ma'am i just wanted to say thank you for helping with the fire, but why did you run?" Matrion looked away in shame. The soldier reached down and pulled her hood down, There was a gasp from the mob and the soldier from the sight of the sky blue being. someone from the mob called out "Burn her, she's a demon!" Matrion started to sob softly until the soldier knocked her out. The last thing she remembered hearing was "Burn her, Burn her, Burn her!" from the mob.
Zech lifted his head up as he heard a sound off in the distance. If Plain had said anything to him he hadn't heard it; he stepped out from under the awning, his mouth slightly agape as he caught snippets of the chanting of a mob. "Do you hear that? Sounds like a lynching... I'll be back."
He leaped onto a crate before dragging himself up onto a roof. He inched across the rooftops before he discovered the source of the racket. A soldier and a crowd were gathered around a woman he recognized as Matrion lying unconscious on the ground. Another Exorcist.
Damn it! he thought to himself. What is wrong with you? How did you get caught? What do I do now??!
He resisted the urge to roar in anger and continued to watch the crowd. He already knew what he would have to do; this village was very faithful, and he knew how to manipulate that to save her. But not yet, he would wait until the appropriate time.
He leaped onto a crate before dragging himself up onto a roof. He inched across the rooftops before he discovered the source of the racket. A soldier and a crowd were gathered around a woman he recognized as Matrion lying unconscious on the ground. Another Exorcist.
Damn it! he thought to himself. What is wrong with you? How did you get caught? What do I do now??!
He resisted the urge to roar in anger and continued to watch the crowd. He already knew what he would have to do; this village was very faithful, and he knew how to manipulate that to save her. But not yet, he would wait until the appropriate time.
The chanting mob brought Matrion to the center of the town, and strung her up on a cross. They used rope doused in water, for they wouldn't chance the ddemon prying itself free from the nails. A full force from the barracks was there gaurding her. after an hour most of the residents had gotten there and took up standing before her, chanting "Burn her! Burn her! Burn her!"
She woke up to the sound of them chanting. "What happened, why am i up on this..." She went wide eyed at the fact she was about to be lynched. "No no no! this is a misunderstanding!" she looked down upon the people who were once friendly to her, yet at that time the didn't know what she looked like. "please, you all knew me, you helped me and shared bread with me!" but it was no use, the mob was still chanting. The priest was making his way from the church to the town center, you could see where he was by the amount of smoke trailing into the sky, moving about.
All the time this was going on, a scratching at the back of her mind formed, like something wanted to come out and play.
She woke up to the sound of them chanting. "What happened, why am i up on this..." She went wide eyed at the fact she was about to be lynched. "No no no! this is a misunderstanding!" she looked down upon the people who were once friendly to her, yet at that time the didn't know what she looked like. "please, you all knew me, you helped me and shared bread with me!" but it was no use, the mob was still chanting. The priest was making his way from the church to the town center, you could see where he was by the amount of smoke trailing into the sky, moving about.
All the time this was going on, a scratching at the back of her mind formed, like something wanted to come out and play.
You guys mind sitting back and watching this one, its kind of like her wright of passage.
Garerus was spending most of his time beneath a tree outside the city, sitting and whistling happily as he sharpened an arrow head with a good stone he found nearby. He hadn't a care in the world at the moment, and that was the way he enjoyed it most. He was spying the arrow head very carefully, and his eyes were lighting up slightly as he worked. He blew on the tip of it and smiled with satisfaction, placing it inside of his quiver. He stretched his legs before wrapping his cloak tighter around himself, masking himself in a red color. He felt comfortable as he layed there, his light chain mail bouncing happily on his chest as he almost faded off to sleep...
Which is when he heard the commotion coming from the nearby village. He sighed as he picked himself up and dusted himself, reaching down to bring his longbow up to his shoulder. His quiver rested nicely on his back, strapped with thick leather. In reality, he was a member of the roman army, a Saggittarii, but he disliked that more than anything. He had immense respect in his work, being the best shot out of anyone he had ever met, But he still never felt free, which is why he deserted his fellow soilders, and made contact with the "Exorcist" Group. They gladly accepted him, but now it was partly his job to help and protect people.
He walked like every step was killing him as he made it to the village to see what was going on. He spotted from the crowd two of his fellow group mates, and decided to elevate himself, while giving some encouraging hand gestures. He made it up to where he could see the scene unfold, and lazily brought his bow to a more ready position, ready to fire if things got hairy.
Which is when he heard the commotion coming from the nearby village. He sighed as he picked himself up and dusted himself, reaching down to bring his longbow up to his shoulder. His quiver rested nicely on his back, strapped with thick leather. In reality, he was a member of the roman army, a Saggittarii, but he disliked that more than anything. He had immense respect in his work, being the best shot out of anyone he had ever met, But he still never felt free, which is why he deserted his fellow soilders, and made contact with the "Exorcist" Group. They gladly accepted him, but now it was partly his job to help and protect people.
He walked like every step was killing him as he made it to the village to see what was going on. He spotted from the crowd two of his fellow group mates, and decided to elevate himself, while giving some encouraging hand gestures. He made it up to where he could see the scene unfold, and lazily brought his bow to a more ready position, ready to fire if things got hairy.
I'm going to bed so i'll rush this and have Plain (Dragon) arrive so i could start this, along with Zech (CJ) on a nearby rooftop watching.
It had taken a while for the priest to arrive at the center, because he was creating a Holy wall around the outside of the city to avoid other demons from getting in. He had finally arrived, Plain walked to the back of the Mob, watching with Zech on the Rooftops also watching.
The priest had brought with him, a cross baring a candle on top of it. He was reciting words from the sacred documents to cleanse the town and all of its inhabitants. He approached Matrion with the cross. "Please don't do this, father, i have done only good for the town!" she cried, tears flowing down her face freely now. He lit the pile of wood at the bottom of the large cross Matrion was strapped to. and the mod cheered with joy and shouts of happiness
As the flames crept up hire ever so slowly she could feel the heat on her legs. While inside her head, the beast was thrashing around now trying to get out. "Why?" Matrion kept on saying over and over. the fire was now at her feet, starting to burn them. She gave into the beast inside her head, feeling nothing could be lost at this moment.
Outside the crowed was still cheering and hollering. one man in the front row saw Matrion close her eyes, and when they re-opened there looked like dragons eyes, blue as the sky. The fire on her legs stopped burning her and it was now dancing up her body. It now had spread over her entire body, and settled in. then the fire sank into her flesh creating designs like tattoos. They were two Asain style dragons running from the back of her hands, up her arms and finally ending by each twisting around the others tail on her back.
"Si mi wer aussir darastrix Eldling! Jaka si mi duulo!" her possessed body shouted. citizens were now running and fleeing in terror of whats happening. the first two benches were empty and they floated into the air and were flung into the fleeing masses, missing them by only so far. The ropes that were holding her in place are now burning and broke. she landed and started walking down the town center, tossing civilians to the side, not caring for who she hurt. The dragon possessing Matrion had created two fireballs and flung them at the Roman guards, setting them ablaze and killing them within a minute. The entire force from the barracks had now arrived and the dragon noted and snarled at them, then took off on foot south out of the town, only making it a mile before stopping and retreating back into Matrion's mind, leaving her unconscious and lying naked on the ground.
goodnight. just had to get that out of the way, i'm done with any major, minor subplot/background plot for her.
"Another town saved by your hand milady? You are to kind to those who have done nothing but trouble you." Onyx said, half as a joke and half completely serious.
Onyx left the trees he had been hiding behind and bowed before Atriums. He remained in that position, yet he moved his head so that he could see Atriums and the other wolves. It wasn't out of fear however, it was simply that he wished to survey Atriums in her glory that few others could without gaining the goddess' contempt. Onyx only wished that he had not gained that.
Onyx wore a black cloak with no sleeves, emblazoned with his ancestors crest which he knew very little of except that he had been an outcast of his family as well. Onyx treasured this cloak, his mother once telling him that this had once belonged to one of their great ancestors even though he was an outcast. Onyx found it hard to believe since the cloak appeared to be in great condition and made from silks that one would find at the markets today, but he cherished the thought nonetheless. On his back was a glaive, one that was recently acquired from a thankful family of farmers Onyx had aided only a few nights ago.
"I hope my presence is not unwanted milady, I was just curious as to what you wished of me. I am at your service whenever you need." Onyx said, bowing his head again.
Off in the distance, Onyx's horse whinnied. Onyx rode that horse from town to town and completed Atriums wishes, but he never overworked the animal or starved it. The horse was not only his faithful steed, but also a friend. That is why Onyx left the horse un-tethered so that if it was ever in trouble it could still run to save itself.
Onyx left the trees he had been hiding behind and bowed before Atriums. He remained in that position, yet he moved his head so that he could see Atriums and the other wolves. It wasn't out of fear however, it was simply that he wished to survey Atriums in her glory that few others could without gaining the goddess' contempt. Onyx only wished that he had not gained that.
Onyx wore a black cloak with no sleeves, emblazoned with his ancestors crest which he knew very little of except that he had been an outcast of his family as well. Onyx treasured this cloak, his mother once telling him that this had once belonged to one of their great ancestors even though he was an outcast. Onyx found it hard to believe since the cloak appeared to be in great condition and made from silks that one would find at the markets today, but he cherished the thought nonetheless. On his back was a glaive, one that was recently acquired from a thankful family of farmers Onyx had aided only a few nights ago.
"I hope my presence is not unwanted milady, I was just curious as to what you wished of me. I am at your service whenever you need." Onyx said, bowing his head again.
Off in the distance, Onyx's horse whinnied. Onyx rode that horse from town to town and completed Atriums wishes, but he never overworked the animal or starved it. The horse was not only his faithful steed, but also a friend. That is why Onyx left the horse un-tethered so that if it was ever in trouble it could still run to save itself.
YOU IDIOT! Zech screamed inside of his head as he watched the dragon fly south. What do you think you're doing?! I was going to stop them without violence, and then...
"And then you had to go and screw it up. Damn it, why is nobody else competent around here?"
Zech leaped off of the building and into an alleyway, taking care not to be in any position that any of the panicking citizens would see. He drew the hood even further over his head to prevent being recognized, and crouched as he approached the main street, little more than a crude dirt path down the center of the village. He drew back as one of the remaining Romans poured out of the town, charging down to where they had seen the dragon fly off. Zech snarled, feeling his blood pressure spike for what must have been the tenth time that day as he realized he needed to save her.
Why is nothing simple? he asked himself as he slipped behind the Romans and followed at a short distance as they went into the wilderness in search of his companion.
"And then you had to go and screw it up. Damn it, why is nobody else competent around here?"
Zech leaped off of the building and into an alleyway, taking care not to be in any position that any of the panicking citizens would see. He drew the hood even further over his head to prevent being recognized, and crouched as he approached the main street, little more than a crude dirt path down the center of the village. He drew back as one of the remaining Romans poured out of the town, charging down to where they had seen the dragon fly off. Zech snarled, feeling his blood pressure spike for what must have been the tenth time that day as he realized he needed to save her.
Why is nothing simple? he asked himself as he slipped behind the Romans and followed at a short distance as they went into the wilderness in search of his companion.
A man in his 40's, garbed in deep black wandered through the streets confidently towards the chaos and destruction. His hands were hidden in the folds of his long flowing 'Toga Pulla'. His face was gaunt and cleanly shaven. The hair aloft his head was unkempt and a mixture of pitch pitch black and slate grey, a stark contrast to his smooth, pale skin. His eye's were an eerie green accentuated by the deep rings around the sockets, A clear signal to his persistent insomnia.
Next to the man was a girl of small frame, her features were hidden behind a tower of books and loose papers. Her strides were slower than the man adjacent to her as she took careful steps to keep her balance of the pillar of notes she was uncomfortably embracing.
"Hurry, girl. You're an Exorcist now, I shan't have you dawdling when there is work to be done." The man in black said while motioning for the girl to keep pace.
Next to the man was a girl of small frame, her features were hidden behind a tower of books and loose papers. Her strides were slower than the man adjacent to her as she took careful steps to keep her balance of the pillar of notes she was uncomfortably embracing.
"Hurry, girl. You're an Exorcist now, I shan't have you dawdling when there is work to be done." The man in black said while motioning for the girl to keep pace.
Matrion awoke on the ground in the forest, looking down at her arms, she wondered what happened. She was following the tattoos now on her arms when there was a noise. Quickly she climbed up a tree and perched herself ready to jump. A group of roman soldiers passed and behind them a man in a cloak followed.
Matrion jumped down and grabbed the man by the neck and dragged him behind the tree. upon closer inspection she let him go. "Thank god its you zech, please tell me what happened. I'm so confused right now, i have this on my arms." gesturing to the tattoos "All i remember was me burning then giving in to something in my head and now i'm here."
Matrion jumped down and grabbed the man by the neck and dragged him behind the tree. upon closer inspection she let him go. "Thank god its you zech, please tell me what happened. I'm so confused right now, i have this on my arms." gesturing to the tattoos "All i remember was me burning then giving in to something in my head and now i'm here."
Zech had been trailing the soldiers when out of nowhere a figure jumped down from above and grasped him by the throat. He was already halfway to killing the assailant when he realized it was Matrion.
"Thank god its you Zech, please tell me what happened. I'm so confused right now, i have this on my arms." gesturing to the tattoos. "All I remember was me burning then giving in to something in my head and now I'm here."
His heart was beating so fast from surprise he thought it might burst out of his chest. Very carefully, he pulled his shimmering golden dagger from where it had been, specifically an inch or two from cutting her belly open. It dissipated and he put the unarmed hand on her shoulder.
"Don't do that." He sternly instructed her. "You messed up, Matrion. You messed up very badly. You turned into a dragon and killed half a dozen people. The whole town knows now. Those soldiers are out here looking for you."
"Thank god its you Zech, please tell me what happened. I'm so confused right now, i have this on my arms." gesturing to the tattoos. "All I remember was me burning then giving in to something in my head and now I'm here."
His heart was beating so fast from surprise he thought it might burst out of his chest. Very carefully, he pulled his shimmering golden dagger from where it had been, specifically an inch or two from cutting her belly open. It dissipated and he put the unarmed hand on her shoulder.
"Don't do that." He sternly instructed her. "You messed up, Matrion. You messed up very badly. You turned into a dragon and killed half a dozen people. The whole town knows now. Those soldiers are out here looking for you."
"I don't know what happened, sorry about the jumping thing though. All i remember was the burning, the feeling of the fire burning my legs and giving in. after that almost nothing but a warm embrace from something. Next thing i know i'm out here. Whatever it was i let myself to, i can feel it in the back of my mind, watching and waiting.."
Matrion sat down and leaned against the tree. "I could always stay with Her. "
Matrion sat down and leaned against the tree. "I could always stay with Her. "
Sonitus strode calmly through the streets as soldiers rushed about swiftly, one of them jostling him and nearly causing him do drop his lute. He stepped to the side to avoid being trampled by a large group of soldiers yelling something about finding an escaped demon. Sonitus found this rather odd but otherwise paid it no heed, having figured that if it was one of his fellow exorcists then they could more than handle themselves and if not then surely one of the other exorcists could help. He seemed fairly ordinary, the only things truly setting him apart from those around him being his height and the fact that he carried three lutes with him, one in hand and two strapped to his back.
He wasn't walking much longer before a man pulled him into an alleyway and stuck a knife in his back, offering the musician his life in exchange for money. Sonitus thrummed his fingers along his lute in irritation before strumming a dischordant note, causing the robber to drop to his knees as he clutched at his head, the sound both causing immense pain and temporarily interrupting the signals to his optic nerve--though the musician simply knew it to blind those who heard it when he applied his musical influence--and the musician seized the opportunity, turning and swinging his instrument rather hard, connecting with the side of the cutpurse's head and splintering the instrument.
[font color="blue"]"So uncivilized."[/font] the musician muttered as he stepped out from the alley, now with only one lute on his back. He continued along his way until he spotted Plain, who he waved to as he approached.
He wasn't walking much longer before a man pulled him into an alleyway and stuck a knife in his back, offering the musician his life in exchange for money. Sonitus thrummed his fingers along his lute in irritation before strumming a dischordant note, causing the robber to drop to his knees as he clutched at his head, the sound both causing immense pain and temporarily interrupting the signals to his optic nerve--though the musician simply knew it to blind those who heard it when he applied his musical influence--and the musician seized the opportunity, turning and swinging his instrument rather hard, connecting with the side of the cutpurse's head and splintering the instrument.
[font color="blue"]"So uncivilized."[/font] the musician muttered as he stepped out from the alley, now with only one lute on his back. He continued along his way until he spotted Plain, who he waved to as he approached.
Onyx would have returned to the town, and spread what Atrimus had asked of him, but that was before he saw at least a dozen soldiers marching int the woods. Onyx shook his head and whistled for his horse which was by his side a second later, wondering what could have happened to the town to make this many soldiers come out and into the woods. Onyx quickly mounted his horse and urged it in the direction the soldiers weren't headed in. Onyx put quite a bit of space between him and the soldiers before turning his horse back towards the town and urging it forward.
Titus Equitius Avitus, a former evocati, lives the rest of his now uneventful life in the province of Judaea in a mansion on a hill overlooking a vineyard, which he owns.
Titus Equitius sat in the entrance to his home, ready to welcome any unexpected visitors that might come by. " Help us " someone shouted. A few moments later a tired soldier stood in front of Titus, " Titus Equitius, we need your help. Our recruits are routing we need a man to rally them together. We need an evocati " The soldier catches his breath and stares at the tired old man.
Titus Equitius stood up and looked at the feeble soldier. " I have served Rome. Who will I serve if I come to your aid? " Titus asked the tired soldier. " You will serve the governor. A group of renegades had set fire to our barracks far too many times and we now found a demon from Tartarus-" The soldier said but Titus stopped him. " I will answer your call. Show me the way. I will see your Demon " Titus walked towards the soldier. " But...But you forgot to take your armor, your gladius " The soldier mumbled, " I need no weapons to treat this problem " Titus replied.
The two walked towards the town.
Titus Equitius sat in the entrance to his home, ready to welcome any unexpected visitors that might come by. " Help us " someone shouted. A few moments later a tired soldier stood in front of Titus, " Titus Equitius, we need your help. Our recruits are routing we need a man to rally them together. We need an evocati " The soldier catches his breath and stares at the tired old man.
Titus Equitius stood up and looked at the feeble soldier. " I have served Rome. Who will I serve if I come to your aid? " Titus asked the tired soldier. " You will serve the governor. A group of renegades had set fire to our barracks far too many times and we now found a demon from Tartarus-" The soldier said but Titus stopped him. " I will answer your call. Show me the way. I will see your Demon " Titus walked towards the soldier. " But...But you forgot to take your armor, your gladius " The soldier mumbled, " I need no weapons to treat this problem " Titus replied.
The two walked towards the town.
Yay, I'm here.
"No." Zech told in as stern a voice as he could muster. And with his perpetually angry tone, the exact measurement was around "extremely".
"She is a monster, and frankly I don't know why Plain invited her into the Exorcists. You'll stay with my family, they're farther out from the village and the soldiers rarely come there."
In the distance, soldiers could be heard shouting to one another, Zech knew almost no latin, but he was certain it was involving Matrion, and how they couldn't find her. They would be heading in their direction again soon.
"I think they're coming back in a few minutes. If you accept my offer, I'd suggest you come now."
He turned and took a few steps away, before glancing back to see if she was coming with.
"She is a monster, and frankly I don't know why Plain invited her into the Exorcists. You'll stay with my family, they're farther out from the village and the soldiers rarely come there."
In the distance, soldiers could be heard shouting to one another, Zech knew almost no latin, but he was certain it was involving Matrion, and how they couldn't find her. They would be heading in their direction again soon.
"I think they're coming back in a few minutes. If you accept my offer, I'd suggest you come now."
He turned and took a few steps away, before glancing back to see if she was coming with.