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| Moving on; [Closure] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mon Oct 27, 2014 11:23 pm (102 Views) | |
| Kazimira Baines | Mon Oct 27, 2014 11:23 pm Post #1 |
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It had all started out as a sort of rebellion, a way to get out of the life she had had before. It was fun, a sort of rush, and being on the wrong side of the law was something that always amused her to no end. But the situation had degraded, and the fun was beginning to fade. They had been almost three dozen when this whole thing started, and now they numbered about half of that. They had all had horses at the start too, but a lot of folks had to ride with others to keep up the pace they needed. And beyond that, they had never taken hostages before, either. Banditry had such a rough stain that not a lot of people considered it. Kazimira had been a curious girl from the first time she had been able to ask the question 'why?'. And as always, that had landed her into trouble once again. Forests that had been her safeguard for the better part of two years were beginning to feel like a prison as they raced through them, and the loss of her own horse left her feeling more vulnerable then she felt comfortable. She clung to the waist to another of the crew, the second in command being the first to take someone onto his mount when it was needed. He was far too helpful for this profession, but she wouldn't complain about it. She sighed and looked away, not wanting to distract herself when it wasn't necessary. The last encounter had seen the loss of most of her supplies, and she was having issues wrapping her head around solutions. The boss had told them that the plan was going to be simple, but for some reason at every turn it had just gotten more complicated. They were just going to take what they needed from a few nobles that had lost their influence. From the chase behind them, it felt like they weren't told everything. She didn't like that in this business, not one bit. She hated feeling helpless, and it was just making her frustrated. Ardael had apparently taken notice, the man turning his head more than once because of how tightly she was grabbing onto him. From the look on his face, this was just another ride. How he was able to stay so calm in situations like this baffled her. She wished she could begin to wrap her head around how to be less stressed out about things. But for now, it wasn't exactly something that she could change. They called for a halt, the boss apparently believing they had bought themselves enough distance. Where they stopped was a decent place, at least. There were some abandoned buildings in the forest, liking a hunter's camp from years before. Their previous owners had been killed or decided to leave well before Kazimira had gotten there. When she asked Ardael about it he just shook his head, saying he was unsure. “Come on, you lot! We get 'em inside!” Garlund Logerand was a rough man, but every man in the group owned him some personal loyalty that Kazimira was still unsure about. He stood around 6'8”, and weighed every much as one would expect for it. Maybe it was fear, but that was something she seriously doubted. He had an air about him that made one feel there was more to him then you'd expect. She was uncomfortable talking to him, to be completely honest. And she winced, seeing him dragging the two kids into one of the lodges. Behind them, an older gentleman and a few middling folk were brought in. They had taken six or seven people, all of them related to the noble in some way. He intended to use them as either bait or a bargaining chip to get them out of this. She wasn't quite sure which at the moment, though. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know. “Come on, Kazi, we don't wanna keep people waiting.” Ardael had his usual smile on his face, using the nickname that had brought her ire many times before. Right now it was relaxing, and she couldn't do much beyond smile. She slid off the horse, landing with a huff of breath. She felt out of shape. In another few minutes that may not matter, but for some reason it was all she could think of. She fell in pace next to her ride-mate, lamenting on the fact that they used to have enough men to man all of these houses. They could all fit into the one building now, however. Two or three men were sent to each of the other buildings to keep a look-out, however. If they attacked, they'd worry about extra numbers in the side buildings. It may give them pause, or at least buy them time to keep running. You never knew unless you tried. The air inside of the cabin was still, and becoming stale rather quickly. With the hostages they numbered far too many to be in the space, at least by her reckoning, and she had a feeling it wasn't going to be the happiest way ever if their numbers thinned out. There was yelling amongst some of the folks inside, different people arguing over what to be done. But not from Garlund. He was rather quiet, staring intently at the hostages. The look was enough to keep them quiet, she noticed. And it wasn't long before the hoof beats began to sound in the distance. The enemy was closing in, and it wasn't going to be long now until things began to get a lot more chaotic. She let out a sigh. “We're going to have to make a point. When they get into sight range, we let a single hostage out of the houses. The boys in the other houses have their orders for what to do then.” She liked the idea of letting them go, the idea of taking them in the first place making her uncomfortable. She had shared that opinion and been shouted down back at the manor. Ardael looked uncomfortable now, seeming to know something that the others did not. He and Garlund shared a look, one that made Kazimira more than curious. “Here they come.” There were about a score of them, all armed and armored befitting a noble's retainers. They had his sigil on their breastplates, a raven with it's wings spread, and their armor was made quite nicely. Their weapons varied, but it was apparent that was because it was to fit the man's comfort, and not for any sort of formation. The way they positioned themselves gave that away. One of them came forward, proclaiming a desire of surrender, and a threat of death. It was then that the entire world began to turn upside down. All that she heard was Ardael pleading with Garlund, “Please don't do this...” before she began to understand. One of the children was released from the cabin, taking his slow, awkward steps towards the guards that would be his salvation. As he got further from the cabin, his steps became more bold. Until they were none at all. The boy didn't realize what had happened, a look of shock on his face. It was another few steps before his legs quit from under him. Kazimira was so shocked she could barely understand what was happening before everything exploded. The arrow that had notched into the boy was from one of the cabins, something that made most of the knights back off. A few of them rushed ahead to grab the boy, their shields up and looks on their face that told her they weren't getting out of here without losing a few more men. And at that moment, she hoped one of them was Garlund. The two leaders were at one another's throats, everyone in the room moving to take their sides. The look of things made her uncomfortable, and Kazimira felt her hand moving towards the last thing she had in her arsenal after their previous battle. She had saved in case she had to run, but there were other plans that she had running through her head. She knew where Ardael had his horse outside. She looked towards the other noble's child, a little girl that seemed to be a few years younger then her brother that had just been sent outside. There was a shout from outside, and their response to Garlund's actions were made clear. A fiery brand flew towards one of the other houses. One of the men posted in it ran outside, getting pelted by crossbows in the few seconds he made his way outside. They apparently didn't like Garlund's plan anymore then Kazimira or Ardael, their response being remarkably draconian, by her reckoning. She was frustrated, feeling like she was looking on towards a disaster she couldn't stop. It wasn't a good feeling for her, a woman who had a few issues when it came to needing to control things. Garlund called for another hostage to go outside, and Ardael made his move. Everything always seemed to happen quicker then you'd expect once things hit the wall. One moment, Kazimira was standing next to one of her few friends in the group. Another moment, he was locking swords with the man he had called boss. Both of them already had a wound from the few seconds that started the battle. Garlund's was his hip, a dagger still sticking from it. Ardael had taken a blow to the head with the larger man's mailed fist. And he was about to take more, the thinner man trying to keep his ground with the nearly gigantic bandit leader. Another of the cabins went up, and she could hear the men outside approaching. They were apparently planning to save as many of the hostages they could in a storm of the place. It was smart, given their situation. Kazimira looked out the door, wrapping her hand around the orb on her hip, and turned her head to see her heart sink. Ardael took a blow to the stomach, the sword biting into him deep enough that even he couldn't pretend it was okay. He slumped over, Garlund letting him lay on the ground, not even taking a second to think about what he'd done. Men stood back, looking at each other to try and figure out how they should react. They were getting orders to figure out rather quickly. And she ignored hers, going over to her riding mate and sitting over him. She had seen a lot of people die, admittedly, but there was never an emotional connection. She wondered how many of the people they had fought over the years had family members or friends that felt like she did at that moment. It wasn't a thought that had crossed her mind, admittedly. “Don't look so sad, Kazi, you'd think I was dying or something.” He had found some steel, it seemed, the smile on his face as wide as it was when they were on the face. She felt a little angry at him for it, honestly. This whole situation felt like a tornado and all he could do was smile like an idiot. “You're such an idiot, Ardael. Why did you do that? We could've gotten out. What's wrong with you?” She could feel tears welling up, something that made her even angrier. She hated feeling weak, and it was a feeling that was washing over her in waves at that moment. Even more when she could hear Garlund shouting to leave the dead man alone. Something in her head got really angry at that. Ardael chuckled, “Maybe, but what's it matter? Gotta live with your principles or not at all Kazi. You should know that.” The smile on his face was a memory that would stick with her for a long time, probably forever. The man said a few more words, comforting things, but her mind was beginning to numb out. You had to live with your principles. She could feel the soldiers outside making their move, and she could read the room pretty well. Garlund was a brutal man, he was going to make sure if they got them they were going to pay a price for it. Kazimira ground her teeth, grabbing the ball on her waist and snapping up as the brute turned to push his authority onto her. The impact felt like it took forever, and she could swear she saw every shard of glass as it shattered. 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