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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 30, 2017 0:13:28 GMT
Connor froze just inside the tunnel, ears detecting first the sounds of stray, bouncing pebbles… and then the thunderous roar as the ground above them gave way. Even had he tried sprinting headlong at the first of the sounds, making it out would’ve been a slim chance. After all, they’d descended into the place from what had essentially been a vertical hole in the ground, obstructed by stones: a place right fit for smugglers, as the guard had been informed. An investigation had corroborated that lead, and that had been their reason for being down there in the first place. That, though, was his last consideration in those critical moments. To have attempted flight when the sound had magnified, well, that would’ve been suicide for obvious reasons. And, that was not acknowledging the fact that this was a task he had brought company for. Even had, through some miracle, escape been possible, Niera would’ve likely been stuck. The Commander had acted in the way he’d considered best at the time. Rather than out, he turned at once, feet heavy as he hurried deeper into the cave – his gloved hands catching her about the shoulders and guiding them to their knees just in time for a suffocating rush of dusty air to fill the space. Unforgiving, were the Soiled Plains. Hiding his nose against his shoulder, eyes cracking open against the debris thick in the air, he was greeted with blackness. Void, empty, the light of their torches either extinguished or obstructed by the debris in the air. His nose wrinkled as he slowly drew away his hands from his second-in-command in a poor attempt to obstruct the dust; clamping his hand over his nose and mouth, a question fell from his lips. “Are you alright?” Niera Venrali
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Post by Niera Venrali on Sept 30, 2017 1:31:30 GMT
Adventuring with a small group alongside them, she could hear the echoes of the horses cries as she trailed wordlessly behind the captain, staying toward the front of the line when suddenly the earth had began to rumble and shake. "Move!" Niera's scream filled the dark cavernous space as she dove forward, instinctively pushing back the corporal and in doing so jeopardised her own safety. Everything happened so quickly, rocks tumbled from the ceiling and within seconds she could feel the Commander's weight pushing against her, driving her forward to save her from being crushed. Wide-eyed with shock the warrior could hear her pulse beating in her head, she had tried her best to save the men that served them and in doing so put her commander in danger. Breathing heavily, the shock rushed through her system and quickly subsided. "I'm sorry sir," the warriors soft words whispered quietly beneath her breath "forgive me for my carelessness." A wave of sudden, shy vulnerability overcame her. She realised that for the first time, she was alone in the presence of her commander, and so close. They were rarely in close proximity to each other, in fact she felt some comfort in the distance her superior kept from his soldiers. Dust filled her lungs as she spoke, dispelling all following train of thought as she started to cough. Water, she need water. Slowly sitting up from the hard, dirt floor the warrior freed her hand from the confines of her gauntlet and took her pack, blindly feeling around for her flask of water that she scrabbled to drink from; quickly followed the by the application of a spare rag to her mouth. "Yes. I don't think anything is broken," she affirmed in a muffled reply "And you sir? are you okay?" Beneath the shroud of darkness a smile brightened across her worried face, well at least she was stuck with one of the most competent of their squadron. Darkness welcomed them, and in the ever looming uncertainty of what could lurk behind it, Niera knew the path ahead would not be an easy one. Niera lit the torch, and donned the gauntlet back over her naked hand. She looked up ahead of her to see the cavern continue into a fork. With no choice of turning back, she would have to learn to get used to the company of the commander and together they would soon discover their fate. Death was not an option. Connor Lachesis
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 30, 2017 15:16:57 GMT
She still insisted with professionalism, even if they were buried in a hole. Up a proverbial creek, without a paddle. The words were met by a type of ironic amusement, and a kind of appreciation. Niera had been nothing but the best of soldiers, both when he had been at her rank, and when he’d been moved above. Even in a grim situation, that didn’t change. Connor might’ve hidden a smile, had she been able to see. “Don’t apologize for what couldn’t be helped.” He, too, had reacted. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t as though she’d abandoned he or someone else in the dark place. As long as they lived, that was the best the situation could’ve called for. He exhaled a heavy breath, gloved hand waving slightly in front of his nose. “I’m fine. Nothing broken.” Regardless, a lack of injury would mean little if they suffocated. It felt as though the settling of the dust was taking ages. At a moment more, he too pulled a cloth from his pack, which he promptly knotted around the back of his neck so it was secured over his nose. He shifted onto his knees then, fingers finding a small pouch on the side. About the time she was lighting a torch, he did the same. Twirling through the air were the last bits of settling debris, illuminated gold by the firelight almost as a cloud of tiny birds, twisting and fluttering about in the sky. Ahead of them, beyond the ring of light, stretched two forking tunnels, followed by what could’ve been a span of infinite darkness. A hand on his knee, the other on his torch, he pushed himself to his full height. Mercifully, the tunnels hadn’t shortened in the brief time they’d been in them. Going the whole way crouched would prove quickly to be uncomfortable, and the man had already made up his mind that he’d take what he could get before it came to that. He paused, offering her a hand to help her stand if she’d take it – his grip firm, but stance less rigid than in their day-to-day interactions. Once they were both on their feet, nearing the split, his dark eyes darted back and forth between the two. Neither gave any obvious inclination of leading back to the surface, as far as he could tell. Bowing briefly to take one of the stray stones kicked forward by the collapse, he leaned down to grind and etch a small mark into the bedrock of the left tunnel, before nodding ahead. He slipped the rock into the side pouch on his pack. “Might as well conduct our investigation of this place while we find a way out, Lieutenant.” Without hesitation, he lead the way as they plunged forward into the marked tunnel. Niera Venrali
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Post by Niera Venrali on Sept 30, 2017 20:58:46 GMT
Forgiveness saw Niera's guilt buried beneath the dirt, the commander too had the ingenuity to light his own torch and suddenly the world didn't seem so dark. The gods had a funny way of doing things and maybe, just maybe they were supposed to be there together like this; this was a test of strength given to them to prove their worth as two leading figures in a vast military. Kindly, the commander offered his hand to help the armoured warrior from the floor " Thank you sir," she uttered, digging the torch firmly into the earth and gratefully accepting the hand to help lift herself from the floor. "Commander. I will just be a second." They both knew their time in the tunnels was limited, wandering through the dark caverns with the provisions they had they could maybe last a week if they were lucky, less so if their oxygen ran out. Just to top it off there was no mapping for these tunnels and although she had the resource to make one, it would take too long and so the next course of action was to mark the walls with chalk. Torch in one hand, two little sticks in the other she caught up to the commander and offered him a piece "Here, we can at least mark ourcourse. If we both pick a symbol, if we get lost we can follow the trail the was in, just put an arrow under it with the direction you went in." In most cases she would be cautious using this method in uncharted territory, but given the terrain there were few who could survive and if they made the markings conspicuous enough that you had too look for them, at least then they might have some way of finding each other in the event of being separated. "I'll draw a star." Niera marked the symbol on the wall with an arrow underneath to demonstrate "Unless the commander is afraid to draw?" a softer expression of mirth settled over her features, hoping to ease the little bit of tension between them. If they were going to be together for an extended period of time, then she might as well take the opportunity to at least open up a little bit. Granted, it wasn't her strong suit. Briefly glancing over his shoulder, she could see the jagged rocks curving around into a small crevice of darkness, barely large enough for one of them to fit through single file at a side angle. Whatever lived down there, if anything, she hoped it was more forgiving than the landscape. Connor Lachesis
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 2, 2017 22:19:50 GMT
He lingered a short ways ahead, pausing as she dutifully knelt and dug through her pack to produce the grainy, white substance. Moments later, and she swiftly moved closer, a hand extended. His brows knit slightly, before recognition lit his features. Well… That was certainly far easier to keep track of than a stone. And her proposition was good. Watching as she demonstrated, he trekked forward a step, tilting his head as he peered over her armored shoulder. Yes, indeed, perhaps better than etchings with stone. “Very well.” Following her little quip, he actually made a small sound in the back of his throat. A small snort, as it were. “You might be surprised Lieutenant. Though I could, I won’t take the time leaving our portraits on the walls.” He wasn’t the best, but Connor certainly was capable of such things. Glancing to the chalk in his hand, before he tucked it away, he nodded toward her marking left on the wall. “I’ll mark my path with an ‘x’.” Not hesitating, then, he turned, peering ahead, and noting quickly how the tunnel seemed to shrink down around himself. Well, that was certainly a quick change from the comfortable span they had. If the right tunnel had been a better selection, he’d wait to find out. Carefully raising the torch so he wouldn’t inhale the fumes, he slipped in and forward. “If you had any plans for the evening at any taverns near the palace, I think you might need to reschedule them.” The little comment was spoken dryly, as he hunched his large form to fit into the space more easily.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 3, 2017 10:10:26 GMT
"Yes sir," Niera's eyes fell to the dirt of the stone beneath her feet, she knew better than to truly underestimate the commanders no matter the jest that was incurred. Pensive, her mind wandered back over five hundred years ago when she was with men she knew better. Back then she would sit with the other men, joke even - and now she was a stranger, working alongside a group whom she cared for but had yet to fully understand, especially the commander. Unlike her previous unit, Connor had not been an individual that was often open to the invitation of close company. He kept his soldiers at an icy arms distance. "When we get out of here, will you let me see one?" she requested, her armoured fingers reaching to trace the lines the commander drew. What did the world look like inside of his eyes?
Her gaze lingered over her superior, carefully studying him with her crystalline eyes as he moved in the flickering torch light. Darkness was suited to him and fear had left him behind, whatever hesitation he might have had was replaced by the same primal survival instinct that drove her. Watching him only lead to more questions than answers. Abandoning the cause, the Lieutenant fell into line and followed behind him. "I have none," she admitted, a soft reflective smile widening across her lips "for the sake of the men though, I hope Vraxus and Damien will still eat breakfast." Instead of indulging in luxury, outside of work much of Niera's time was spent assisting her squadron with more every day tasks. Warmth entered her heart for but a moment until it sank at the sound of a falling rock echoing through the cavern. Her eyes darted around the darkness, looking for signs of movement or life and for a split second she though she saw a flicker of eyes starring back at her from the shadows of the under-dark. "Commander," Niera huddled closer to the commander and whispered over his shoulder "we are not alone."
A horrible smell clung to the air, pungent with a sweet and sickly aroma that any soldier with enough experience knew well; rotting flesh. Something lived down there, and whatever it was must have been following them. For how long? The torchlight only lit section of the wide space they had climbed their way into, covered with jagged rocks and uneven surfaces. Niera unwrapped her mace from around her pouch, carefully eyeing the surrounding terrain for signs of life. Whatever had seen them was hiding or had long gone by now. Could it possibly be the smugglers they were sent to handle? or something far different?
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 4, 2017 3:30:40 GMT
“Why not?” His tone, again, came casually. “Hell, I can make one from scratch when we get out if you want it.” He seemed entirely unconcerned by any informality in their conversation then. Notorious was he for his frigidity with dealing with his men, preferring to keep it that way. But sometimes, situations called for a different treatment. Perhaps now was a time for such consideration.
Proceeding through the confines of the tunnel, he couldn’t quite stifle a small snort in time. It came half-muffled as a cough. “Damien and Vraxus will starve or they won’t by their own decision. I’d think it pitiful if they had so little faith in our ability to get out that they abstained from a meal over this.” That was better than telling her not to worry about them. She had a very mothering way about her, Niera, in the way she dealt with the men.
Abruptly, his steps halted. The sound of shifting earth echoed ahead from deeper in the darkness, something which caused his hand to move to the small of his back, drawing forth the blade of a knife before she had even uttered a word. His jaw set, his own eyes keenly searching ahead. “Well.” The air was thick with the repugnant odor; it was something which reminded him closely of the scent produced from more than one of his lovers, following a swift death induced by thick, black phlegm. He exhaled a small breath, eyes falling to the floor of the tunnel. No such splatters lined the floor… yet. With the weight of it in the air, whether it was caused by something of the nature of his carefully hidden power or not, he entirely expected to find something, very quickly. “If they’re not all dead, we can see to it that they will be.” Hopefully any of the living didn’t harbor swords or weapons of length. Then again, such things seemed nearly impossible to maneuver in the confines of the place.
Edging forward, he kept the torch high as he tried to gleam anything from the darkness ahead. He continued along, leading with measured steps… And it was not long before a form emerged, in the form of a bloated corpse obstructing their path. Previously, it might’ve been a woman. Now, however, the gender was almost impossible to discern. Dark splotches spread across the body, the skin having swollen to the point of nearly bursting against a chain wrapped around it’s middle.
Slave traders? Was that the sort of smuggling they’d happened upon, so close to the Kingdom?
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 6, 2017 11:14:59 GMT
Connor enticed warmth from Niera that she was unfamiliar with sharing to people, truly smiling more in the last ten minutes than she had ever after being placed under her commander she could not help but feel a tickle of laughter at the back of her throat. She considered the possibility that in any normal circumstance, getting to know the commander like this could have been fun if not for the god awful smell of a vile odour that assaulted her nostrils.
Niera too drew her weapon at the ready, her back turning to the commander to protect from anything that might attempt to come at them from the rear. "What do you s-?" the Lieutenant's gaze flicked back over her armoured shoulder to settle on the bloated corpse strewn across the pathway and a sickness came to her stomach. In all of her years fighting, she had seen the remains of women slain by disease and many other sources; but none of them like this. Wandering over to kneel by the dead woman's side, she held her breath and carefully studied the corpse. It had been dead for what could have been almost a month, the decay seeping into the skin as maggots slowly devoured its flesh. The bone suddenly started to twitch.
Alarmed, Niera's eye caught the sight in disbelief and watched it for a moment longer, shaking off what she thought to be her head making things up. Then it moved again, mouth agape with hunger as it's maw opened to crunch its teeth into her gauntlet. "Not today," the warrior's soft, unearthly calm voice uttered to the corpse as as the head of her morning star swung down onto the skull, the impact crushing the bone inward into the remaining cortex of the brain that allowed the corpse's body to function. In the hope that severing the important organ would stop its movement entirely, like most creatures that moved. True to its purpose, she hit a hard blow and the creature let out a loud shriek that echoed through the cavern that was met with a symphony of wailing. "Sorry sir I thought my medical knowledge could help discern its age," her eyes met the commander with a hint of uncertainty "what should we do?" If the dead truly did walk once again, their investigation had changed from a simple straight forward mission to one that eluded to necromancy and evil magics. If they got out of this alive, together they would be the two man army.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 6, 2017 21:18:24 GMT
Connor’s nostrils flared, despite the assaulting odor that so thickly permeated the stony corridor. His grip on his weapon remained steady even as Niera, too, moved to inspect the body. It was odd, he considered, that they might find it here. Even if the traders had been inclined to cull her from their stock, or if she’d been sick, he couldn’t image why they’d have tolerated such a stench in the tunnel. Unless, of course, they weren’t actually using the damned thing. That brought up a whole new set of questions to consider.
Hearing the rustling of skin, and then the sharpness of something grinding on metal, he stepped forward at once, knife raised. Of course, Niera herself was composed and swift in dealing a blow to the creature, something which was punctuated with a deafening crunch, a piercing scream… and a cacophony of wails. He paused then, raising the torch and straining his eyes again as if to verify there weren’t more such undead, looming in the shadows further down in the direction they’d been going. That, indeed, sounded like the source of it. Seeing nothing, it was then that he knelt quickly. Rather than choosing to try to ‘kill’ it, he instead chose an easier option: with two, quick slicing motions, he severed the tendons at the base of her heels which would allow her to rise… if she could. They would leave her there, punctuating the hall with her sounds, to draw in the others. In the mean time, “We’re going back the way we came. Quickly.” His voice was quiet, despite the inhuman sounds the corpse still produced. No living thing would’ve survived such a blow. His lips twisted, glancing down to it, before waving her back in the direction they’d come. “Quietly. Go, Lieutenant.” He would bring up the rear, listening for any approach from behind. Indeed, from down the hall in the depths of the darkness, there already sounded the distinct shuffling of moving bodies.
There was no way to fight whatever filled the tunnel, unless they found a wider space. That was the reason to fall back. The place where the tunnel collapsed, though a dead end on one side, would allow them the room to fight.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 7, 2017 6:26:04 GMT
Despair of lives clinging to the very fabric of this world, their souls trapped and bodies reaping life away from the living to sustain their torment. One after another, the angry gnarled cries the dwellers in the dark slowly began to draw closer. In an instant their weapons were drawn and the readied to make a tactical retreat to create a vantage point for themselves. "Commander," she started with a sly smile "if we get out of here, drinks are on me." Obediently the Lieutenant made her way back toward the area they had first entered these tunnels, the clunk of her heavy armour betraying their stealth as it clung against the rock beneath her feet. Unless she were strip herself down, there was little hope of being able to stealth away.
Side on she forced herself back through the crack of the wall and waited, armed for anything that might try to follow the commander "They can only get through a few at a time here," the lieutenant whispered just loud enough that she hoped Connor could hear "if we take them from here we might have a chance." Raising her mace ready for impact, the shield maiden adjusted her stance and could only cringe at the stench. Stronger now, pungent aroma of sickly sweet rot had grown and if not for the calming influence her own power had on her body, she knew that she would have been sick.
There was a looming question she wasn't sure she wanted to ask "Do you wish me to ditch the armour, sir?" They both knew that stealth wouldn't work with her in the heavy suit and to survive down here without attracting what might be endless waves of these creatures would require a certain amount of subtlety. Even the padding underneath was thick enough to make her movements sluggish enough to become a problem. Pride saw a flash of hot pink frustration flush across her face, if that was what she had to sacrifice for their lives then so be it.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 7, 2017 6:46:45 GMT
He heard them approaching from the corridor, inhaled the sickly odor of their flesh, and yet the hair on the back of his neck never rose. Connor’s face remained calm. No trace of anxiousness was conveyed. Further still, at her quip, he actually met her with a smile and a nod. “I’ll buy the second round.” Celebratory drinks; the man wouldn’t well seek to bankrupt her over such a thing.
His footsteps were light and quick, his own movements down the pathway far quieter than her own. It was to be expected; he’d never been the type to don heavy plate armor. The only time he’d been enticed into it was during, well, war, or four tournament purposes. He hated it, hated the crippling effect and the weight which impeded his movements so greatly. Having chosen a studded leather chest plate and gauntlets seemed perhaps not the safest decision, but was one he appreciated in those moments.
As they reached their vantage point, he quickly set the torch down. The flickering firelight dramatically caused the shadows to dance, though the flame didn’t’ go out. “That’s what I thought. Until we know how many, this is the best we will manage.” His eyes strained against those dancing shadows, the scrabbling sound and shrieks seeming to draw closer. Hearing her inquiry, he cast her a sidelong glance. Offered a small shake of his head. “Keep it for now. When we get past these, then consider it.” Quickly, his gaze diverted back to the tunnel. The Commander, Connor, was not the type to issue any instruction about what to do if something went wrong. Despite the odds, he had confidence in their abilities… and a will to not see two and half millennia come to an end in a god-forsaken cave.
His body flowed forward as the first of the forms disturbed the shadows. Raising a foot, he delivered a swift kick that would send the first few sprawling back on one another. As if a tidal wave were rolling in, however, several more would crawl over-top of the others. The first he seized roughly by the arm, throwing them back within the reach of Niera’s mace. The next, he would jerk forward so he might plunge his place into their brain – the motion would be swift, the point of the knife jarring up from the soft space beneath the jaw.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 7, 2017 7:21:04 GMT
Hand after wretched, decayed hand grasped onto the edge of the walls as the lifeless lumps of skin and rancid flesh pulled themselves on to of one another. Niera used her shield to push back the vicious grasps that attempted to grapple the commander and her morning star to crush the skulls of those that tried to crawl a top of the horde as its spikes lodged into the side of the creature's flesh and ripped its head from its body and in a single motion the commander reached out his knife stabbing up through one of their jaws and into its brain.
Not sure what to expect Niera's attention briefly flickered onto the creature that fell limp against the knife, there was a way to kill them after all. With newfound hope, the warrior charged forward with a spurt of joyous energy. She could kill these things without feeling the guilt weigh upon her shoulders and even the thought was intoxicating. Swing, after empowered swing of her mace she cast the face of her morning star down upon their skulls, crushing what remained of their earth bound cages. Necromancy was no way to respect the dead, and she vowed she would dispatch all those that dared to sever the natural order. Together, back to back in flurry of blows with knife and with mace the two high ranking officers chipped away at the persisting flow of their enemies until a wall of corpses towered in front of them and those that were left clambered through the remains of the fallen. Where it had stunk before, the stench was even worse now and Niera felt dirtier than she had in over a thousand years.
"I'm on thirteen, how are you doing commander?" she tried to make light of the situation in whatever way she could. They were both focused, but the repetitive motions got rather dull after a few minutes and what could a little stimulus hurt? Niera quickly swung her shield over the commander's head as one of the undying leapt from the top of the pile and scrambled over the thick sheet of metal. "Get. Off," the lieutenant grimaced, slamming her shield into the side of the rock in two swift motions and smashed the creature into the earth.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 7, 2017 8:01:21 GMT
Connor’s teeth pressed together, his body finding some solace in the repetitive motion that came with felling each corpse. It were as if they were training in a way; grapple, throw, grapple stab, repeat. Thick, dark blood – long since gone bad – practically drenched his gloved hand, interrupted only with bits of rotting gore. Had the blade not been made with a grip custom to his hand, had his grip not been so steady, it might’ve slipped for it.
And oh, lord, was the stench worse than any latrine imaginable. Having dealt with the disposal of many a body caused by his own power, his consideration was quickly changing to acknowledge that this was indeed far worse. There were so many. How they’d gotten down to the place, he could not fathom. There seemed to many options. Perhaps the tunnels ran off to their land, perhaps it was the work of necromancy. Perhaps the smugglers had died, when something they’d been moving had awoken. To many things to consider, as he fought the things.
Niera’s voice pierced the heavy breathy sounds and cries of the creatures. “I think I’m on-“ He broke off abruptly, narrowly ducking as he caught the motion of her arm arching outward from the corner of his eye. Hearing the deafening crunch of decaying bone, he rose back to his full height. “Ten! And that makes fourteen for you.” The correction was almost playful, finding some type of dreadful amusement in the deadly game they were playing.
Fortunately, the scuffling seemed to at least be dying down. The ghouls were seemingly slowing, seemingly showing signs of tapering off. The stack of bodies in the painfully small space had grown unpleasantly high by that point; it was something he was all too aware of as yet another scrambled in and forward. The Commander was just stepping to meet them, when several of the bodies in the heap gave way, causing him to stumble. He nearly jumped away, and rather than his blade finding the vulnerable point that would kill the creature, he instead missed. The sharp jab caught the thing in the throat, immediately spilling more blood and gore, as a pair of blunt, gnashing teeth moved closer to his face. A deep hiss escaped from between his teeth, one hand grasping the humanoid form by the shoulder as his other tore the blade free. Seconds more, and that corpse too joined the pile.
For the first time in what seemed like eternity, the only sound in the cave was their breathing. “Fourteen.” The man, muttered under his breath. Then, a little louder. “Quickly. Let’s pile the bodies so any stragglers can’t get in.” He sheathed his knife, seizing one of the corpses by the under armors in favor of positioning them in a head in front of the pathway.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 7, 2017 8:28:18 GMT
Smiling, despite the horrors that surrounded them and was surprised when the commander had the audacity to step in toward them. One part brave and the other three a fool, the lieutenant's heart leapt out of her chest when she saw him stumble "Commander!" she called instinctively, rushing to his aid. There was little room for her to move in the narrow space, her arm guards taking the brunt of their gnashing teeth while she made way for the commander to kill the foes that threatened to hurt him. "I must advise against having a death wish in future. Sir," there was a hint of disdain in the Lieutenant's voice as she spoke. For all his recklessness the commander had quickly dispatched the creature, and for both their sakes she hoped he was okay.
"Come here," the woman's maternal instincts took over as she seized the commander by the corners of his armour and tugged him toward her, checking the man's body for any sign of damage; fortunately there was none. Quite obviously disgruntled by his careless conduct the lieutenant curled her gauntlet into a fist and lightly punched his shoulder, her crystalline eyes steadily inspecting his own "Don't do that again, you'll give me a heart attack." Without so much as another word, Niera broke away into the nearby clearing to rekindle the torchlight.
Using what little remained of her passing frustration to shove her torch into the ground, the feeling was quick to pass and obeyed the order given to her, whilst trying as hard as possible to maintain her grace. Dead weight had always been heavy, and in the passing moments it took them to shift the bodies; Niera didn't bother with conversation. Their fighting together had made her realise she was at risk of getting too fond of the commander, losing her comrades over the years was hard enough. She didn't want to make another friend, just to loose him too.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 7, 2017 22:41:19 GMT
Had he been a younger man, he might’ve chuckled at her concern. And yet, in the wake of a scuffle that seemed to have left both of them sweaty in the oppressive darkness, and the air filled with a god awful stink, he refrained. Allowing himself to be inspected, as her eyes darting over him in search of an injury that wasn’t to be found, he offered a mild smile. “I know you’ve been in the military longer than I, but I’ve picked up a trick or two. I’m fine.”
She stepped away, moving to rekindle the torch. He was unbothered by the abruptness of it. Instead, another small quip rose from his throat, just as he finished placing the first of the corpses. “ Besides, if you wanted a promotion any time in the foreseeable future, you might benefit from letting me indulge in a death wish now and again.” As his second, forgoing any intervention from Justus or Elysia, she would have a fair claim to his position. He wasn’t sure, though, that she wanted such a thing.
No further comments rose from him as he worked with her to heap the bodies in front of the passageway. Given his stature, he had an easier time with the task. She, though, managed more than fairly for herself. It was a short while after that before they finished, at which point he promptly stepped over to his pack (which had been tossed haphazardly onto the rubble pile from the cave in), seeking out water. “Do you have enough?” He spoke, offering the canteen with a small, sloshing jiggle.
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