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Post by Lector on Sept 21, 2013 14:37:57 GMT
Lector approached the guarded woman. It was familiar yet intimidating presence.
He bowed to show his allegiance and felt a nob of approval from the lady. He straightened up and filed back in rank with the rest of the guard.
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Qi'sa al-Quatir
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The fires of rebellion are meant to be stamped out.
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Post by Qi'sa al-Quatir on Sept 21, 2013 15:29:48 GMT
Qi'sa looks carefully between Lector and ChanG, surveying each carefully. After watching each provide pleasantries, she waves her hand in a slight circular gesture. She gave a faint nod as well, softening her demeanor to make the men in their formalities feel more at ease; she may not have been peers with them in the social strata, but she wanted to avoid them feeling the need for rigidity in their approach, least she would lose some of the truth in their demeanor.
"Please, men, speak freely. I am Emir Qi'sa al-Quatir, and I understand each of you have been involved in some manner in assisting our situation today. I believe from my information that you two joined from our legion in the north, yes?" Not waiting for response, she continues, seemingly expeditious in her approach "Please, let me know more about each of you."
She looks on with slight marked anticipation, first at Chang in his bloodied robes, and then at Lector, noting that he didn't bear the look of the average soldier.
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Post by Lector on Sept 21, 2013 15:55:53 GMT
"ChanG and I had been tasked with searching the desert for usable land until we received a mysterious message by raven. We thought it best to return to the capital at that point."
"Lady Qi'sa, I'm but a simple mage here to assist you." Lector stood with his back straight but not stiff like the rest of the guards. "When I first arrived here I was asked by the Captain to join the Guard." Lector's attire did not match that of the desert populace. He wore a teal tunic that covered the leather armor underneath. A crossbow hung on his right side, barely used by the looks of it.
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Post by sylyle on Sept 23, 2013 4:03:51 GMT
ChanG remains silent until Lector finishes his introduction and gives a small bow, "My tale is quite unbelievable your ladyship, even to me as I am living it. I am called Chan Geong Ang Quill Eeyu, a simple Monk of the Quilguayumi, most just call me ChanG. It appears as though my path has led me here, but for what is yet to see. For destiny lies ahead between the Sun and the Moon." Not wanting to boast of killing and hoping that that subject would be looked over. "I apologize for my outward appearance."
ChanG stand fluidly upright as if he were to move in any direction at any time yet stays upon his place. His eyes never leaves yours, not as a challenge but out of respect since you were specific in giving them leave of formalities.
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Qi'sa al-Quatir
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Post by Qi'sa al-Quatir on Sept 23, 2013 6:22:47 GMT
Her eyes looked between the two men as they told their tale. Upon hearing them each, she nodded.
"Well, Lector was it? Your humility notwithstanding, I hardly think you would have been placed within the northern contengent, nor put among the ranks of the Guard during the march were you a 'simple mage.' I surmise that someone has seen something extraordinary in you, or those opportunities would not have come. I also am not prone to believe in coincidence; the idea that you arrived just before the breach of the city, right as the eclipse cast a shadow over Yesad, and that after your arrival the deployment you were in passed into the city walls and gained a surrender without bloodshed is telling. There may yet be quite a bit more to you, even moreso than you know."
Her gaze turned to ChanG. His stare seemed unnerving, albeit not completely unexpected. Being the lone ifrit in a human tribe, an azer-born no less, had earned her plenty of stares during her life, even after her appointment. Still, there was something unique about him.
"I apologize for my outward appearance." she heard, and broke his stare for a moment to glance at his clothes, nonchalantly.
"Nonsense. Not all escaped the bloodshed of the day, and the fact that you appear intact speaks to your abilities. I may be regarded as a politician by the misgiving among Yesad, but I have been a battlefield commander far longer. Such sights I am accustomed to."
As she said this, there were hurried steps into the room, armored clanking. The amir looked annoyed, knowing she had just cleared the room of soldiers, to see one return in opposition to her commands.
"Ma'am, it seems some of the signs of fray have gathered raiders outside the walls. We've sent a few skirmishers to dispatch them, but it appears some of the orcs from the hills took this as a sign for easy pickings."
Qi'sa scowled, her brow tightening beneath her mottled horns.
"Make sure you keep apprised of the movements of your men, we will be joining you pressently." She said, turning her head back and ushering ChanG to her. Turning to look at Lector, she put a halting hand up. "You however, I would like to request not come. I would much like you to go to the temple, tell the priests of this, so they can prepare to tend to any wounded that arise. I also would request you meet with the High Priestess of Shama and High Priest of Q'ama. Perhaps they can discern greater meaning behind the events of your arrival and the eclipse."
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Post by sylyle on Sept 23, 2013 7:29:16 GMT
"As you Will," standing upright. ChanG follows in line keeping up and an almost measurable 3 paces behind. Simple drills done repetitively form a natural motion which will betray those that are trained and separate them from those that claim to be good. Bow strung as there still might be dissidents lurking about. The battle is won but the fight is far from over.
"If I may, you choose me, but why?" Asking politely but the eyes do betray a deeper thirst for understanding. Either to weigh the Battle hardened now apparent leader of an entire country, or just that of his own self worth in matters of large importance.
Still wondering why nobody has questioned him or asked to see his token safely tucked away and tied within the many folds of his robes.
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Post by Lector on Sept 23, 2013 13:39:13 GMT
"As you wish." He headed towards the temple to tend to the wounded. There were only a handful in need of aid at the temple due to the mostly non violent take over.
Lector approached one of the soldier's whose entrails were touching the ground. A priest walked by and shook his head. Lector reached into his pouch and took out some mysterious blood. He dripped it on the man. Over the course of a minute his entrails moved back into place and his wound closed up.
When the soldier came to he touched his own belly with the utmost surprise and a smile of joy when he realized he was no longer on the brink of death.
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Qi'sa al-Quatir
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Post by Qi'sa al-Quatir on Sept 23, 2013 21:46:48 GMT
"If I may, you choose me, but why?"
The words stirred in Qi'sa's ears, the lone break to her determined march to the city walls.
"That depends on which answer you want." She replied. The words from anyone else may have seemed smug, but her stern look affixed ahead said it was just brutally honest. "If you want the simple answer, it's because you were there. Your appearance- as you so asked to be excused for- showed that you had either been capable enough to survive bloody fray, which is exactly what we're about to walk into. If you want the deeper reason, it was so I can assess you myself. The reports say you claimed to bear the crest of the guard, and yet I do not see it on you. And even were I to, there's still the curiousity; you claimed to have been with Lector's party, and yet the two of you approached from different areas, at different times, and with very different circumstances. While his entrance was noticably lacking in bloodshed, your very robes are covered in it. It certainly raises enough wonder to make one wish to do a personal assessment more closely."
She stopped amid her stern march, looking back at ChanG matter of factly.
"I'm assuming my candor isn't taken as insult?"
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Post by sylyle on Sept 24, 2013 4:49:44 GMT
ChanG takes all the words in filtering though the accent. "Not at all, I enjoy not having to sort through words for hidden meanings. My tale is indeed strange and a boy with a note told the man at the sawmill for me to head to where I was adjoined with Lector, who knows me but never seen before." Thinking about it recalls that it was the same boy on the road that gave him the small pouch with the crested coin. "I can show you when there is time to explain the whole story, for now I am on a journey that seems laid out for me. The signs tell me that I am indeed not going astray."
Getting on to the Horse which reigns were handed to him, not exactly effortlessly, but competent enough. "I hope that I do not disappoint, your Ladyship." The last title almost forgot in the candid nature in which they were conversing. Settling in and noticing a fresh quiver of arrows on the side of the horse ChanG waits for the Emir Qi'Sa to mount and give final orders before following.
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Qi'sa al-Quatir
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Post by Qi'sa al-Quatir on Sept 24, 2013 5:06:22 GMT
Declining the reins as she continued to march through the outer reaches of the Artisan's Quarter, the Amir made sure to nod to the monk.
"No need for a mount, we are nearly to the gate. The skirmishers will have dispatched the bulk forces, if we even run into anything at all it's liable to be little more than a scouting unit, or retreaters. Still, it's good to see one who can appreciate bluntness. I've had a military upbringing, so mincing words is a skill I am poorly acclimated with, and one of my failings in the political arena. I find that for every person who treats direct honesty as a breath of fresh air, I find another who finds such honesty insulting."
Despite not getting past the gate yet, the Amir's hand already fell to the hilt of her scimitar. There was an unsteadiness to her; she had much more experience commanding battle than engaging in it directly, but at the same time the anticipation was equally eagerness. As they reached the gate and stepped out, they saw that the reports were valid. Despite not seeing a troop formation, nor the local guard, three orcs were visible just outside the city. A forward recon unit, no doubt, but battle prepared, with their falcions drawn. Silently, she gestured to ChanG, before nodding and pointing in the direction of the orcs. Her hand drifted up to her bandolier, where her fingers begain to wrap around the glass vial of one of her extracts.
The orcs didn't see them yet, so the advantage was still theirs...
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Post by sylyle on Sept 24, 2013 5:15:28 GMT
Not wanting to hurt the animal in combat, that and it's very difficult to shoot from a moving horse, ChanG gets down and gets in a good position. Getting closer it appears as if the Orcs were eating something, As they snake into position ChanG could see what they were so happily munching on. A human leg or arm depending on which one you were looking at.
Sickened at such grotesque a sight, and as near anger as the Monk has ever been, lets loose one arrow squarely hits one of the brutes in the chest starting combat and the unpredictability that puts your life and those around you in your own hands... Destiny lies ahead.
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Qi'sa al-Quatir
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Post by Qi'sa al-Quatir on Sept 25, 2013 1:23:01 GMT
Qi'sa heard the sharp whipping sound of the arrow slicing through the air beside her ear, and watched it soar past her and into the chest of one of the orcs. The brute went to a knee, clutching at his chest as blood poured out. For most others, it would be a disabling blow, but the orc stayed upright, looking onward with fury. The other two drew their eyes to bear on the two Yesadi, and roared as they began to rush forward with their blades drawn. Qi'sa had but a moment to react, and pulled her extract from the bandolier. Tipping her head back, she poured the admixture down her throat, gulping hurredly. Around her, the air began to crackle with static energy, and a film of protective energies began to wrap itself around her.
...a second too late.
The first of the orcs came to bear on her, swinging wildly. His long blade hacked through the air and in a moment everything went in slow motion. Qi'sa could feel the edge as it drove into her side, splitting apart flesh at her hip. The mighty swing cut deep into her, glancing off her hipbone and slicing upward across the left side of her abdomen, just below her diaphragm. The muscle reacted suddenly in response, pulling sharply on the bottom of her lungs to make her give a surprised inhale miked with a moan, leaving the droning sound of shock looming in the air. Qi'sa watched as her blood swung in a liquid arc in the air before her behind the orc's blade. She staggered back hurredly, reflexively reaching up and clamoring for the vials to mix one of her bombs. She continued to claw at her bandolier with one hand, the other holding her deeply gashed side as she continued staggering backwards. The orcs did not seem as if they intended to stop anytime soon...
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Post by sylyle on Sept 25, 2013 9:05:16 GMT
If one good shot did not put down these brutes, perhaps it would slow them down long enough for the Emir to escape. "Behind Me!" The Monk yelled before he even though, deftly releasing two more arrows one into each of the remaining unwounded Orcs. "I'll Hold them back for you." Focusing all his training into the battle time seems to slow down for the Monk. The would be fatal swing just catching a piece of the Monk's already unpretty face.
Helping Qi'sa the Emir along out distancing the Orcs the Horn of the regular army and sound of armored men clamoring along was very close. The Orcs not wanting to give chase anymore fled off to go cause damage somewhere else. "The Emir is severely wounded, You give me your tunic." after a second of him not responding, "Sooner would be more beneficial than later, unless you would like to be responsible for her slipping away to the next life." A bit more winded for the situation, but much nicer than a now. Soon there were three tunics at ChanG's disposal. Turning them inside out and Wadding one to hold as a bandage and using the other two to form a good tight hold on the wadded one. Barely a grunt from Qi'sa as they are tightened. "Carrying platform." Soon a wagon showed up pulled by 4 horses. "You will be in the palace and in the care of your fine healers soon." He said to the Qi'sa. "You, Driver... If you could avoid every bump in the road and keep the carriage steady it would be most helpful." The driver just grunted and snapped the reigns to get the horses moving but not at a full run. Seemingly unconcerned with the gash in his face dripping blood. "It would seem they had the better numbers on us." ChanG tried to make light of the grievous wound that the Qi'sa had taken. "A wise thing to remember it would seem. The lessons learned fastest seem to usually involve a tremendous amount of... Experience." Crossing the gateway and speeding toward the Palace the driver cursing in many different languages for people to get out of the way or be trampled. Usually would incur an anecdote about patience and politeness, yet the circumstanced did weigh heavy on the need for urgency.
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