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Voices of Nerat
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He thought he'd just be leading a little girl and her grandmother to safety, but now he'd been roped into dragging these strangers along. The change in circumstance made him uneasy, but despite his reservations he would do his best to keep these people safe, strangers or not. Surveying over the shaken lot he'd been charged with protecting, the uncertainty in his expression was less than withheld. Only when he glanced back down into the frightened face of that child clinging to his leg did he steel his resolve. Clearing his throat, he gave a decisive nod. This country boy had a job to do.
"Alright, everybody, listen to me. We're gonna make it through this, y'hear me? We just gotta work together." Drawing his blade, he took the Lisbon girl's hand in his. "Y'all stay behind me, n' stick close so we don't lose eachother. It might be temptin' to run off if ya get spooked, but chances are yer just gonna get yerselves killed doin' that, unnerstand?"
"We get ourselves over to the prison, we get yer friends and family outta there, and if the gods're good we might just make it to one'a them safehouses in time." The refugees' response was understanding, if a tad meek. Obviously they were more than a little wary, but with someone taking charge who (seemed like he) knew what was doing, they had some little hope.
"We spent 'nough time talkin', we gotta move!" Raising his sword to the forefront, he lead Karissa, her grandmother, and a motley crew of avians past the broken door to filter out into the open street, where precipitation was beginning to rain lightly down on them, the looming storm clouds drawing ever nearer. Scanning the horizon, he locked on the ancient spires of Aldus. Perhaps it was just his mind messing with him, but were they... growing taller? With all the chaos that surrounded him and assaulted his senses, Dane couldn't tell; regardless, it was unimportant right now. He could marvel at this when he wasn't about to die.
Clop, clop, clop. Just barely was he able to hear the sound over the uproar in the skies, but when his gaze flashed down did he see the equine steed rushing towards the group, galloping across the rain spattered road. "MOOOOVE!" with the greatest of urgency he called out to the others, throwing himself to the side and out of its path, abandoning his blade to the ground so as to grab Karissa with both hands and pull her out of harm's way with him.
With no regard for the beings in its way, the startled beast ran straight for the crowd, most quick enough to avoid it in time. One unlucky sod, however, was unfortunate enough to have a gimp leg and frayed wings. Unable to jump himself clear of danger, he raised his arms and screamed in fear, the horse aimed to trample him into the dust.
But that never happened. As if it were a trick of the eyes, the beast seemingly passed through him, leaving the poor guy standing entirely too still and shivering in the rain, eyes clenched tightly shut. When he realized what had happened, or rather didn't, his lids shot open wide, looking about in confusion, the same look adorning the faces of those surrounding him.
Spinning around, the gimped avian saw the horse speeding further down the road, heading straight for a solid stone wall. Without regard for gravity, the horse galloped up the surface at a complete ninety degree angle, disappearing over the rooftops. More confusion followed.
Helping Karissa up from the ground, Dane's eyes had been watching the beast just as the others had, wiping stray droplets from his face. "Well, that ain't... summin' you see everyday." Shaking his head, he looked down to the tiny blonde, concerned. "You alright, Karissa?"
She nodded hurriedly in response, briefly looking back to the group reassembling behind them. "We have to keep going... weird things are happening out here..." Watching him nod in return, her gaze fell to the side, catching sight of a dark shape approaching just behind the watchman. "D-Dane! Look out!" She nearly shrieked, pointing.
Heart skipping a beat, he swiftly gathered up the sword that had clattered at his feet, whirling around to bear it in the approacher's face, weapon shaking in his grip just slightly.
Hands in the air, the unidentified person waved his arms, chuckling nervously. "Faster than I gave you credit for... but is that really how you greet your friends?"
"Alright, everybody, listen to me. We're gonna make it through this, y'hear me? We just gotta work together." Drawing his blade, he took the Lisbon girl's hand in his. "Y'all stay behind me, n' stick close so we don't lose eachother. It might be temptin' to run off if ya get spooked, but chances are yer just gonna get yerselves killed doin' that, unnerstand?"
"We get ourselves over to the prison, we get yer friends and family outta there, and if the gods're good we might just make it to one'a them safehouses in time." The refugees' response was understanding, if a tad meek. Obviously they were more than a little wary, but with someone taking charge who (seemed like he) knew what was doing, they had some little hope.
"We spent 'nough time talkin', we gotta move!" Raising his sword to the forefront, he lead Karissa, her grandmother, and a motley crew of avians past the broken door to filter out into the open street, where precipitation was beginning to rain lightly down on them, the looming storm clouds drawing ever nearer. Scanning the horizon, he locked on the ancient spires of Aldus. Perhaps it was just his mind messing with him, but were they... growing taller? With all the chaos that surrounded him and assaulted his senses, Dane couldn't tell; regardless, it was unimportant right now. He could marvel at this when he wasn't about to die.
Clop, clop, clop. Just barely was he able to hear the sound over the uproar in the skies, but when his gaze flashed down did he see the equine steed rushing towards the group, galloping across the rain spattered road. "MOOOOVE!" with the greatest of urgency he called out to the others, throwing himself to the side and out of its path, abandoning his blade to the ground so as to grab Karissa with both hands and pull her out of harm's way with him.
With no regard for the beings in its way, the startled beast ran straight for the crowd, most quick enough to avoid it in time. One unlucky sod, however, was unfortunate enough to have a gimp leg and frayed wings. Unable to jump himself clear of danger, he raised his arms and screamed in fear, the horse aimed to trample him into the dust.
But that never happened. As if it were a trick of the eyes, the beast seemingly passed through him, leaving the poor guy standing entirely too still and shivering in the rain, eyes clenched tightly shut. When he realized what had happened, or rather didn't, his lids shot open wide, looking about in confusion, the same look adorning the faces of those surrounding him.
Spinning around, the gimped avian saw the horse speeding further down the road, heading straight for a solid stone wall. Without regard for gravity, the horse galloped up the surface at a complete ninety degree angle, disappearing over the rooftops. More confusion followed.
Helping Karissa up from the ground, Dane's eyes had been watching the beast just as the others had, wiping stray droplets from his face. "Well, that ain't... summin' you see everyday." Shaking his head, he looked down to the tiny blonde, concerned. "You alright, Karissa?"
She nodded hurriedly in response, briefly looking back to the group reassembling behind them. "We have to keep going... weird things are happening out here..." Watching him nod in return, her gaze fell to the side, catching sight of a dark shape approaching just behind the watchman. "D-Dane! Look out!" She nearly shrieked, pointing.
Heart skipping a beat, he swiftly gathered up the sword that had clattered at his feet, whirling around to bear it in the approacher's face, weapon shaking in his grip just slightly.
Hands in the air, the unidentified person waved his arms, chuckling nervously. "Faster than I gave you credit for... but is that really how you greet your friends?"
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