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Post by Nyanunix on May 27, 2017 19:51:19 GMT
Orison closed her eyes for a moment. She was the picture of sympathy. "I am glad at least some of you made it," she said. She listened to Mateo talking to a younger boy for a moment; at least he had the sense to talk to people first.
"We know several other villages have been attacked like this," Orison finally continued. "We are on our way to see if there is anything we may do about the problem. Hopefully we can prevent others from suffering as you have." She raised her voice for the group to hear. "You have all been very courageous. Not many would be able to pick themselves up and keep going after such a tragedy has befallen them. May we all have such courage in the troubles we face."
"Thank you for telling me what happened," she said, voice soft once more. "I know it was not easy to recall such horrific events."
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Post by grasssea on May 27, 2017 19:53:30 GMT
"Please, madam, we're all friends here." Mateo said with uncharacteristic gentility. "I know you've been through a lot, but we're here to help."
He smiled at the boy, "It's normal to be scared, at first. That you lived, that is the first step to bravery."
There seemed to be nothing else to do, so he stepped back to the horses. They had miles still to travel.
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Post by cassiusexgladio on May 27, 2017 19:54:27 GMT
The story didn't sound too absurd to him, and wasn't anything new to him either. These attacks occurred from hostile tribes all the time, it was just unusual for the forest beasts to attack a protected village like that. There was usually plenty of food for them elsewhere, and it only further supported the theory that something else was controlling them. Unless their village really was such an easy target for the beasts, that is. He spoke to the older man without any hostile tone, at least he knew who he was talking to. "I saw what hit you. A village like yours wouldn't have stood a chance. Not without soldiers, that's for sure." He thought to himself for a few more moments before he spoke again. "And this Duke of yours. Shouldn't he have placed soldiers in the area if such a dangerous forest tribe was in the area?" "The beasts o' the deep woods never attacked in as large groups that they do now. We've angered the gods of the forest, and they've decided to punish us. How can any man stand in their way?" the older man replied. The younger sneered. "The Duke hasn't bothered to leave his castle since this began. Ask him yourself, if you truly serve the Ruler." |
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Post by cassiusexgladio on May 27, 2017 19:56:02 GMT
Orison closed her eyes for a moment. She was the picture of sympathy. "I am glad at least some of you made it," she said. She listened to Mateo talking to a younger boy for a moment; at least he had the sense to talk to people first. "We know several other villages have been attacked like this," Orison finally continued. "We are on our way to see if there is anything we may do about the problem. Hopefully we can prevent others from suffering as you have." She raised her voice for the group to hear. "You have all been very courageous. Not many would be able to pick themselves up and keep going after such a tragedy has befallen them. May we all have such courage in the troubles we face." "Thank you for telling me what happened," she said, voice soft once more. "I know it was not easy to recall such horrific events." The peasant woman nodded silently, and turned back to her child. "Please, stop them" the blonde haired woman asked, her eyes reddened from tears. "End those beasts." |
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Post by Poopmok on May 27, 2017 20:08:11 GMT
At least one of them had some sense. The shaman nodded in understanding to the older man, since it was still his responsibility as a shaman to guide the unenlightened in manners of faith, even if these peasants had different Gods than him.
He ignored the angry youth, instead speaking to the older man. "Once you pick up your old trade again, hunter, sacrifice the next great beast you kill, deep in the woods where only nature reigns. Your Gods' are angry, and it is your job as leader to appease them."
With this little ordeal over with, he went back to his steed, only giving a slight nod to the two peasants as he went back to his little group. At least they had a bit more intel of what they were dealing with now.
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Post by Nyanunix on May 27, 2017 20:11:03 GMT
Orison remounted her own horse and made her way over to Leo. "Are we ready to go?" she asked, absently stroking the horse's neck.
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Post by Poopmok on May 27, 2017 20:13:33 GMT
"Best we get on our way, yes," he replied back, all his possessions in order.
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Post by Nyanunix on May 27, 2017 21:57:36 GMT
Once out of earshot of the peasants, Orison turned to Leo, a small frown the only indication of her disapproval. "You did not handle that well," she said quietly, barely loudly enough to be heard over the horses. "You should not have done any magic without asking them, I think."
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Post by Poopmok on May 27, 2017 22:16:53 GMT
"Bah, since when were southern peasants allowed to restrict my magic? My powers come straight from the Gods, and it's not like I was trying to hurt them," he instantly retorted back. He heard this all the time from any of the other non-magicians within the Chosen.
According to his tribe, among many others, shamans drew their power straight from the Gods. Since many tribesman were familiar with magic and used it much more frequently than their southern counterparts, people like Leonid who had great skill in magic were regarded very highly and were said to have divine influence, the best of the best, if you could say that.
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Post by Nyanunix on May 27, 2017 22:53:02 GMT
Orison rode for a few moments in silence. "They did not know that," she answered, finally. "Not everyone here is familiar with magic." Her limit for caring what was going on seemed to have been reached, however. She had cared a lot about the peasants, and now she did not want to bother with her companions, especially one that she already slightly disliked.
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Post by Poopmok on May 28, 2017 2:06:19 GMT
"Then perhaps after beasts destroyed their village, they'll learn to appreciate whatever help they can get." Leo didn't seem to dislike Orison that much, she was just unusual, and cared for the peasants in an unusual way. He suspected Mateo just liked the gratification but he had no idea what Orison was about, and that made her even more dangerous.
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Post by Nyanunix on May 28, 2017 2:18:07 GMT
Orison shrugged. "But if someone is not asking for help, is it wise to offer?" She continued to look straight ahead, as if she could not care less about this conversation. It was possible that she didn't. "For some, their pride and self-reliance is all they have left. Any of those people could have told you what attacked them without you frightening them with magic they did not ask for and did not understand."
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Post by Poopmok on May 28, 2017 2:26:09 GMT
"I've never met a noble down here who cared as much about peasants as you do. Clearly you come from among them, is that it?" It seemed like Leo didn't care too much about the fate of some peasants, but he certainly did have a chance to get some insight into this mysterious new member.
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Post by Nyanunix on May 28, 2017 2:36:08 GMT
Orison's mouth twitched into a frown. She did not appreciate this look into her former life, but she quickly resumed her normal, disinterested expression. "I do not think that it is for you to pry into where I am from," she finally said, turning to actually look at him. "It does not concern you. It concerns no one but myself."
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Post by Poopmok on May 28, 2017 2:53:15 GMT
"Fine. Very well then. Do keep in mind that keeping secrets isn't exactly the way to stay alive as one of the Chosen. Believe it or not, we're all supposed to be some sort of family." Leonid was open about his past the day he joined the ranks of the Chosen, so this made him even more wary of this Orison.
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