Leo was listening to the conversation and said "I'll go with you." He then grabbed his bread from the table and started eating it.
Leo was listening to the conversation and said "I'll go with you." He then grabbed his bread from the table and started eating it.
Escorting Citizens?
That is what she said…
You don’t believe her.
No- but then again I don’t believe anyone when they say anything. How do we know we can trust them?
We don’t and it’s not our choice it’s the captains for a reason. Besides… you know how I love to play the meat tank to a bunch of random folk who need a hand.
I think my sarcastic nature is starting to rub off on you.
Despite the on goings in the room and the conversation not to mention the current event they were currently taking part of a slight amused smile touches at the edge of Dakkons lips. Not for long as it soon fades those keen spectral senses he held would have drove him batty in such a noisy place. And he wasn’t speaking about the bakery… no… it was all the freshly dead in this place- there spirits wandered and spoke screamed and cried. He heard every words and sound. He didn’t know if anyone else in the city could but the battles helped him drain out the sounds and focus on the task at hand. If it wasn’t for the money he would never have come with in a mile of this place.
Dakkons position at watch was all that mattered occasional peeking up over the ledge of the broken window to peer out into the surrounding world for any sign of life or movement letting his vibrant blue eyes train skyward for any hint of discovery or movement.
He found nothing- for now. A shrill wraiths screech brought his calm demeanor to an end with a visible wince which drew his attention back to the room. He had been paid to fight in the city- not escort a few citizens out of it. But more importantly he was to follow the Captains orders.
“If there are no objections and you can spare me I’ll assist in escorting the citizens out as need be.” Showing he was willing and offering of his assistance. Regardless he would let the captain decide for him.
Only a moment had he felt the eyes on him and by the time he looked back they where gone. He didn’t know who so he simply pretended he hadn’t noticed having never taken his eyes from the windows opening.
Guess you trust her then…
I trust her intents, not her words… something else that has rubbed off on me from you.
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Ira nodded her head to them in thanks as they gave word of assistance. It was a relief in one aspect, yet still gnawing worry in another. They thought they were escorting citizens to Nirrakal, but once they returned to the shop she would not be able to conceal her lie. Not only would any Fallien native recognize The Jya but her personal guards were unmistakable and right now there were four of them back in that shop. She’d had no choice though; the Calerian could not have blurted out the truth in front of people she couldn’t trust.
“Where are the citizens right now?”
Ira focused her attention back on the Captain instead of her own thoughts; “We left them in an abandoned shop not far from here. Come, we should head out immediately.”
Nodding her head to Izvilvin, Ira moved towards the front of the building. Her eyes pierced the darkness as best they could and with the light of the moon it was rather easy. The street still looked empty and so did the skies but she could still hear the sound of battle carried through the wind if she strained her ears. The sound of the dead was much louder to her, but they were screams she would have to ignore.
“Keep to the buildings and the darkness as much as possible. We don’t need a battle slowing us down and we don’t want to lead the enemy to them.”
Without glancing behind her, Ira led the way out of the ruined bakery. She moved through the streets as quietly as she could, keeping to the shadows where possible and where it wasn’t she pressed herself up against the buildings. Twice harpies flew overhead and twice she held her breath hoping that they didn’t notice them, hoping that they wouldn’t attack. Luck won out in the end, but Ira didn’t know how much more of it she’d be graced with. The pain in her chest was slowly becoming a constant burn that would go away and Ira knew once they had the Jya and Astrid away to safety she would have to find an antidote. But she didn’t know where to look or what poison flowed through her veins.
It didn’t take long for Ira to lead them back to the shop. The grimy windows looking out over the empty street and from her position Ira could see no one within. For a moment a wave of panic washed over her and the worst came into the forefront of her mind, then she calmed her beating heart. Nothing had happened to them, they were merely staying away from the windows.
Glancing behind her, Ira nodded her head to the Captain and raced across the street as quickly as she could. Slipping through the front door of the shop, the Calerian nodded her head to the guards on duty and moved towards Jya, who sat with Astrid in the back of the room.
“We’ve found a few militia and some civilians to help in the escort.”
Jya nodded her head.
When the Captain slipped into the shop he quickly followed Ira to the back, “You already have guard here, personal guard…what more could you—” His words were cut off as he saw whom Ira was speaking to. “J-Jya.” Forgetting himself for a moment, the Captain quickly bowed before The Jya. “It would be an honour to help in any way.”
Leo walked into the building and said "These are Jya." Leo the got on his knees and bowed his head.
Shushed in native tongue, Drenn was bitter but understanding.
Calming as his native tongue was - the young headstrong man could only sit idly by and chew casually upon stale bread. It was not his place to argue the politics of military positioning and precision placement. Any man who fought on the ground was in no such place, and only fought when and where told to.
Still…
… it was somewhat insulting to be escorting civilians when an entire city lay in siege, that such a rudimentary task would be handed down to the captain of an already battle proven unit, despite what other militia they maintained. In another bite, Drenn shrugged and remained unaware of the ongoing events that were clearly out of his immediate control.
“Where are the citizens right now?”
What? Silly captain.
Moments later, the captain and his men had left the shop, leaving several strange looking men to reflect on the hasty decision. One by one, they left, until the last of them sighed and threw his bread into the darkness of the bakery. It was this very darkness that filled the open sky, save the untouched stars, allowing the followers of this mysterious girl to trickle behind her unnoticed.
Several times they stopped, as the familiar beating of wings overhead left a sickening feeling within the put of every stomach near. On this final stop, Drenn raised his brow and eyed the lass, unaware that they had already arrived upon the destination…
Slipping around the small building and in the front door, Drenn quietly closed the door as the last man in. It was only as his eyes adjusted and he turned around that he noticed something unusual; a captain bowing to the form of a –
“Jya?”
It made sense.
It made the young man, too, bow slightly in her presence. Altogether it remained a subconscious reaction, as there no longer remained a Jya but the lasting image of his own mother. Uncaring in her strict demeanour, she wouldn’t hesitate to berate the boy for his wrongdoings, however minor they had been.
In her eyes, he was a failure.
Of course, this was not his mother.
This was the Jya.
Drenn J'hald I
Izvilvin followed closely as Ira led the way through Irrakam’s city, his ability to see in the dark allowing him to pick out harpies in the sky, regardless of how high they were. Had he the vision of a human, he wouldn’t have thought there were so many soaring ahead.
He, like Ira, felt the burn of pain inside of him, but his immune system was already filtering it out and adjusting to mend the damage. His body reacted quickly to poison ever since the time an Arta’s weapon struck him. Izvilvin remembered fondly how Ira had nursed him back to health.
They made it to the abandoned shop without any pitfalls. In the Jya’s presence, Izvilvin didn’t bow low, but merely nodded his head. They had a relationship close enough that he didn’t feel the need to do it. Perhaps that was a prominent reason why he’d never be a typical leader.
”I would go with you if you asked, lady Jya,” he said softly, his native tongue dripping effortlessly from his mouth. ”If not, they will escort you and the others.”
The Jya smiled her sweet, relaxing smile and approached him, speaking in the Common tongue. “Izvilvin, you need to stay here and protect our people,” she said, no emphasis on our, speaking as if it was a typical thing to say. “Use your fallen friend’s blade to protect his homeland for him. I will go with these travelers. If you two have reason to trust them, I will not doubt your judgment.”
Though she spoke in Common, the words were clear as day to Izvilvin. The Jya’s magical way of communication put him at ease.
He looked to Ira, determined. “Fight with me?”
Dakkon could remember a time where a lack of stealth was his greatest flaw. Oh how things had changed… the small group drifting through the streets was strangely quiet. This pair who came to them to assist with this small escort had to have something important in mind. True most countries valued all of there citizens so there had to be something special with this situation. Perhaps it was a large group or a group of children. Stale bread had found it’s way into the small travel bag he’d kept with him enough to perhaps feed himself and two or three other people. He could only hope his responsibilities ended simply with an escort. If it was just citizens he didn’t have too much to worry about.
They entered the small building – Dakkon came last checking the rear to make sure no one was watching. Not a soul… well lots of souls but not a living soul that he could see. The door closed and he turned to a rather interesting sight. His captain in a bow as where the other soldiers of his group all accept him. He paused awkwardly for a moment as he heard his captain speak – only a few words but with such respect and reverence he slipped into a similar though awkward kneeling himself. Though honestly he was just utterly confused
Well now. Isn't this is an interesting turn of events.
Certainly not something I expected.
…
What?
Who’s Jya?
I don’t know.
Trust – trust was key and he Jya trusted them. This random group of strangers, selected by this women and man seemingly out of the blue. Dakkon would never have been so trusting and if he was Aleria would have rightly corrected him in due order. But now he was just loaded with questions hardly well educated about anything in Althanas he had only recently ventured out into other countries beyond the Outer Regions. Still – things where about to get interesting…
You mean dangerous.
Same thing isn’t it?
I hope you die.
…
Yes, I forgot that I die also.
Just shut up, I can't hear what they're talking about.
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