Re: Brushfires and Blades (ranger and Ubberific) GMed by Courage Wolf
Following the ironclad walking wall of metal was probably for the best, given the bloodthirsty samurai's disposition, and the currently crippled nature of Nysa. Down the darkening path they went, and keeping up with Requis was difficult all on it's own, the athletic man setting a punishing pace as he blasted through the corridors. They passed doors, torches, and more then a few, broken, confused faces when they barrelled into a large room.
Torches lined the walls, high above reach as Requis literally smashed through the wooden door that led inside, and what greeted them were the faces of slaves, chained by the neck to the walls without much freedom to move, blood, gore, and other assorted bits of people scattered around a smoking hole in it's center. Looking up gave the girls their first look at Requis' Companion, Horus.
Standing above it all, on a small, most likely self made platform of shimmering energy, was a practically ancient looking man, his dark red robes bearing the mark of an Empire Warmage from before the invasion emblazoned across his back in gold leaf, his hands still glowing with whatever power he had used to just dispatch his opponent. Matted, bloodsoaked black hair hung down his back in tatters, stopping just passed his shoulders as he looked around, his face a twisted visage of hatred and rage before he landed in the crater, and dusted off his hands.
Horus! So you are alive, I wondered at that blast. What happened? Requis said, striding up to the man without a second thought and turning him to look at his head, a cut under his hair from some kind of blow now visible, and bleeding heavily. Sighing, the mage ran a hand over the wound, and it sealed as if it had never been there at all. Led here with that damnedable collar in place, took me this long to crack the thing and deal with the men holding the leash. It's done now. He answered, his voice practically dripping with venom. I assume that if you're here, then you slipped your own bonds, what of the others?
They're Fine, thank the women here for not having to come to my rescue, they said the children are free and moving into the forest, probably towards the next village. But we need to deal with this, something else dug this tunnel, it's too clean, to well established to just pop up overnight. Requis said, looking around at the many people chained around the large, dirt floored room. Don't bother with them, they're completely broken, one and all. Horus said, turning now to look at Emi and Nysa, like Requis, his eyes lighting on the collar she wore. Now I have to ask, What she did to warrant that collar. Tell me child. He said, and for just an instant, he reminded Nysa of Gregor, that same, cold gaze flashing through his eyes, somewhere between anger and distrust and disappointment.
Such a thing is not done lightly. In fact, such a thing is almost never done. Who did you anger would be a more appropriate question, and why? Jilt the lover of a nobleman? Slight an Angel? I would hope not, because if I summon one here for this alone, and they were the ones that placed it, it would not go well for you Small Fox. In fact, even if they were to find you free to wield power again, it would be invasive, your mind and life picked over, your fate decided by choices both past and present.
