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TheFacelessOne: A man walk though the dense forest,He was a tall man in black armor that looked almost oriental,Yet it had a Nordic blacksmiths mark on the right chest plate, no eye holes could be seen yet the man looked as if he could see as clear as day.He looked like he was trying to escape from someone, checking every so often behind his shoulder to make sure no one was sneaking up on him.He then stopped,he could hear the sound of running water, and he bolted over to where he could hear the noise coming from. A river, He simply sighed in relief as he started to cup the water in his hands and pour it over his helmet as if he forgot to take it off.
Eanaura: Azaela sat crouched in the tree. Dark red paint was painted across her eyes like a mask, a line of white was smudged below it on her right cheek and above the red reaching from the center of one eye brow to the center of the other. Sterling silver eyes watched the stranger, from her optimal hiding place, veiled with dark lashes. Her long brown hair was braided back and out of the way of her bladed bow. She lined up an arrow and looked across the way to the tree opposite her and met eyes with Rakeasha. Rakeasha being the senior Amazon on watch Azaela would have to follow her lead despite her right of cast. Rakeasha gestured silently and then disappeared down the back side of the tree. Azaela placed her arrow in her teeth and followed her lead. The women made it to the ground quietly, Rakeasha with her toothed spear at the ready and Azaela placed her arrow back on the lace, pulling it back at the ready. “Hatoe rae xue?” (Who are you?) Rakeasha demanded in Azamaerian from behind the man, whistles and bird calls resounded through the forest, Azaela called back with one of her own and then there was silence. The others had gone to inform the Zatien of the trespasser. Azaela’s hand itched to release the arrow but she would not do so without Rakeasha or of course the Zatien’s approval, so she watched the man. Guessing the amount of time until his death.
Adaundria: Zephani sat in her hut staring at the boarders of her map. The Van’Zorel tribe was pushing themselves too close to Azamaerian boarders again. Zephani and her tribe had achieved victory in the last war with them but they had lost too many sister because of it. Victory had not felt like victory. Diplomacy had failed with them as well, they’d been far too eager to spill blood. It was the disadvantage of a young and inexperienced Zatien to lead them. Van’Zorel tribe had even lost their Zatien in that war, only to be replaced with one equally as young and inexperienced. She knew she should seek counsel from either the elders or the Shamaness, probably both. She touched the scars on her chest for comfort, a gift from the living form of her totem. It could have killed her but instead it only marked her. Yes, it had been painful in the moment but as they healed she gratitude grew. Her life and the scars were proof that she was connected forever with her totem the bear. It was like this for most Amazon women, they bore the scars of their totems. The scars were believed to give them strength in battle, or hone their healing abilities, or help them to think. Zephani pulled a sais from her boot and stabbed it into the map of the Van’Zorel’s tribe. If they did not keep to their own land then they would be shown the penalty. Her own tribe came first she would kill off the Van’Zorel tribe at last in necessary. She stood and placed the antlered headdress back upon her head, the twelve hawk feathers still visible in her woven fawn hair. The ultimate identification of her status as Zatien. Nazata stood at the entrance of her home, “Nazata?” Zephani asked as she turned to see the Sun Elf at her door. Nazata, the only of her specific link of elf in the tribe, bowed her head but respectfully retained eye contact, “Witaloe Zatien,” she touched her middle and index finger first to her lips, then her forehead and finally to her heart. In this gesture she showed her Queen the highest respect. Zephani mirrored the gestured except for touching her forehead, this was a gesture reserved for Zatiens, “Azaela and Rakeasha have discovered a trespasser.” Nazata informed her casually. Zephani nodded, stiffening her spine, “It may be a day for blood after all.” She walked passed Nazata and down the path leading to the center of the village where the trespasser would undoubtedly be brought.
TheFacelessOne: He then Rose to his feet, calmly uncliping the sword that hung from his belt and letting it fall to the ground. before raising his hands over his head."If..you can understand me, i mean no harm, i dont want to fight anymore."He would then kick the sword into the water out of his reach."I have seen too much blood today,."The mans voice sounded as if he were not there, like a ghost. His armor upon close inspection was damaged, chips and scratches covered the back plates and it looked as if the armor had been pierced by something, yet there was nothing inside only a window to whatever had made the hole in the first place had burst out.
Eanaura: Rakaesha’s piercing blue eyes narrowed, she noted the common tongue and adjusted, “You are trespassing on Azamaerian Land.” Azaela eyed the armor and watched the man carefully. The bow string still tight in her fingers, the poisons on the arrow head were meant to paralyze. “kevour tui Zatien.” Azaela interjected, “She will pass judgment,” her eyes moved ever so briefly to Rakaesha and then back to the trespasser. Rakeasha hesitated and then pointed up the hill, on a narrow path through thick forest, “Go.” The path would lead them to the village and to the Zatien.
TheFacelessOne: "Okay." He simply nodded his hands still above his head as he made his way up the path into the village, he shook lightly in fear, He just wanted to go home, but the ever growing feeling that he might never see his homeland again filled his head.he looked around, maybe if he ran he could survive just a little longer, just enough to make it to the borders.But that thought left his mind just as he made it passed what could have been gates.
Adaundria: Zephani stood with the gathered tribe, her hard eyes on the man with irritation as he approached. A Sais in each hand at the ready, Rakaesha and Azaela followed after him. The seventeen year old still held her arrow poised on the bladed bow. "My Zatien," Rakeasha said stepping outward from the man toughing her middle and index fingers to her lips, forehead and heart, "This man was caught at the river." Zephani stepped forward , the women around her ready to kill at her pleasure. "The punishment for trespassing is death. How do you reply?" she questioned with a firm emotionless voice.
TheFacelessOne: "I am already dead then." There was a quiet sadness to his voice, he then simply fell to his knees, accepting his fate "i have one thing to ask though. Make it quick, as i am sick of life.
Adaundria: Zephani raised a brow and curiosity tainted her expression, "why would you so easily cast away your life?" it was hindering for her not to be able to see his face, "remove your helmet." Death was death and life was nothing without purpose. Had this man lost his? Pathetic, was one of the words that came to mind as she watched him at her feet. She'd known even hopeless souls still ask for mercy. He'd seemed to have given up, giving up was failure and failure was for the weak. She considered a moment to simply allow him to die. What use would he be as a slave? She cared less for men who came to her already broken than the ones who came declaring could never be broken. She loved a challenge, this man presented none.
TheFacelessOne: He would then pull of the helmet that had protected him for so long without another word. Under the helmet was nothing but a hollow hole. "i..i didn't have a life to begin with. "His body would shift as if he were looking at the floor. "this is my curse."
Eanaura: "Matica," Azaela mirrored the gesture that Rakeasha had made, "Demon, being unbound by body." She would have released her arrow but at what? She looked around the tribe, "Where is Zatarae? She could banish the spirit away from this world." But the Shamaness was not standing among her people, it was likely that she was still in deep meditation. Her spiritual visit into the other world continued even now. Frustrated the seventeen year old Amazon asked coldly, "How do we kill you Demon?"
TheFacelessOne: "If i knew..i would not be here talking to you. this existence is a unholy curse with no end. if i knew how to end it i would have."He would then put his helmet back on his head, sighing lightly "I'm trapped, forced to walk when my time should have ended centuries ago"
Adaundria: Zephani frowned, "Put him in the cell until Zatarae returns." There would be no blood to color her day, today anway. How disappointing. She shoved her weapons back into her boots and made her way back towards her hut where she could plan her next war to end all wars within the Amazon Nation.
Eanaura: Azaela carefully tucked away her arrow and Rakeasha and her each took an arm to hoist him to his feet. Shyla stood guard outside the cell, stepping away as they half drug him forward. Rakeasha spoke on the unnatural situation which could have easily been understood as disgust in their native tongue. Azaela said nothing, tying to concider how such things were even possible. Rakeasha pushed him in as Shyla opened the door and then swiftly shut it again, locking it securely and effectively trapping him inside. "Zatarae will know how to kill it," Rakeasha spat before stomping off.
TheFacelessOne: He would then sit in the corner. his body curled in an upright fetal position. he had hoped he could see his family home before meeting death..but it didnt matter anymore. his home would have been dust by now. better to end it here then to end it with the ingrained image of ruins.
Eanaura: Azaela paused at the door, "Have you always been a demon or were you once a man?" curiosity mixed with her youth told her that getting answers from the captive was an acceptable way to spend her time.
TheFacelessOne: "I was human once. but that was long ago." He then sighed lightly "...why do you call me demon?"
Eanaura: She made a firm face, an imitation of one her mother usually wears, "we have seen spirits of light, totems, and even ghosts but you...you are nothing but armor. Armor is only needed for combat and where there is combat there is death. Who better surround themselves with death than a demon."
TheFacelessOne: "i would be smiling if i was still human, i used to fight demons. and it is true. they surround themselves in death, if i were one of them i would have broken out of this cell would i not? " He would then lay his legs out in front of him,
Eanaura: "Unless you want to confuse me to trick us. What I have been told of demons, they are sly." She rose her chin slightly, "I will not be made a fool of."
TheFacelessOne: "Hm. i said the exact same thing to the monster that did this to me. Didn't take it well,as you can see" He then chuckled lightly "and besides. what could i really do to hurt you? my sword is at the bottom of that river."
Eanaura: "Demons are not restricted to the limits of our world." Had her totem been determined by the Shamaness yet then she would have felt more certain of herself, she would have the protection of her totem as well. But as it stood, hers was a complicated case and not one but three totems presented themselves when the spirits were asked. Whatever path Azaela chose would determine her totem for life. She frowned lightly, "What monster do you speak of?"
TheFacelessOne: "azkies..disgusting beast. he used to eat children and i had to put a stop to that, and i did before cursing me with undeath. i had to watch everyone i loved die because of him."
Eanaura: she made a mental note of the name of the thing so she could bring it up to the shamaness later. "...I am sorry." she didn't look at him but she did know the loss of loved ones all too intimately.
TheFacelessOne: "It...Its fine.." He would then look down at the floor, "They have been gone for a long time."
Eanaura: "I understand that."
TheFacelessOne: "You know i'm glad i found the place, your people offer me death, and for the first time in years, i feel as if it will really come."
Eanaura: "why not seek revenge instead of giving up and accepting death without resistance?" That she didn't understand.
TheFacelessOne: The demon that had done this to me is gone, i made sure of it, who or what would i seek revenge upon?"He would look up at her..his head tilted to the side"
Eanaura: "you could have aimed to rid the rest of the world. Do good instead of feeling sorry for yourself."
TheFacelessOne: "You don't think i have? you don't think i have used this power to do good? i have done everything i can and yet more still come." He then stood " i just want peace. i want to see my sons again.
TheFacelessOne: A man walk though the dense forest,He was a tall man in black armor that looked almost oriental,Yet it had a Nordic blacksmiths mark on the right chest plate, no eye holes could be seen yet the man looked as if he could see as clear as day.He looked like he was trying to escape from someone, checking every so often behind his shoulder to make sure no one was sneaking up on him.He then stopped,he could hear the sound of running water, and he bolted over to where he could hear the noise coming from. A river, He simply sighed in relief as he started to cup the water in his hands and pour it over his helmet as if he forgot to take it off.
Eanaura: Azaela sat crouched in the tree. Dark red paint was painted across her eyes like a mask, a line of white was smudged below it on her right cheek and above the red reaching from the center of one eye brow to the center of the other. Sterling silver eyes watched the stranger, from her optimal hiding place, veiled with dark lashes. Her long brown hair was braided back and out of the way of her bladed bow. She lined up an arrow and looked across the way to the tree opposite her and met eyes with Rakeasha. Rakeasha being the senior Amazon on watch Azaela would have to follow her lead despite her right of cast. Rakeasha gestured silently and then disappeared down the back side of the tree. Azaela placed her arrow in her teeth and followed her lead. The women made it to the ground quietly, Rakeasha with her toothed spear at the ready and Azaela placed her arrow back on the lace, pulling it back at the ready. “Hatoe rae xue?” (Who are you?) Rakeasha demanded in Azamaerian from behind the man, whistles and bird calls resounded through the forest, Azaela called back with one of her own and then there was silence. The others had gone to inform the Zatien of the trespasser. Azaela’s hand itched to release the arrow but she would not do so without Rakeasha or of course the Zatien’s approval, so she watched the man. Guessing the amount of time until his death.
Adaundria: Zephani sat in her hut staring at the boarders of her map. The Van’Zorel tribe was pushing themselves too close to Azamaerian boarders again. Zephani and her tribe had achieved victory in the last war with them but they had lost too many sister because of it. Victory had not felt like victory. Diplomacy had failed with them as well, they’d been far too eager to spill blood. It was the disadvantage of a young and inexperienced Zatien to lead them. Van’Zorel tribe had even lost their Zatien in that war, only to be replaced with one equally as young and inexperienced. She knew she should seek counsel from either the elders or the Shamaness, probably both. She touched the scars on her chest for comfort, a gift from the living form of her totem. It could have killed her but instead it only marked her. Yes, it had been painful in the moment but as they healed she gratitude grew. Her life and the scars were proof that she was connected forever with her totem the bear. It was like this for most Amazon women, they bore the scars of their totems. The scars were believed to give them strength in battle, or hone their healing abilities, or help them to think. Zephani pulled a sais from her boot and stabbed it into the map of the Van’Zorel’s tribe. If they did not keep to their own land then they would be shown the penalty. Her own tribe came first she would kill off the Van’Zorel tribe at last in necessary. She stood and placed the antlered headdress back upon her head, the twelve hawk feathers still visible in her woven fawn hair. The ultimate identification of her status as Zatien. Nazata stood at the entrance of her home, “Nazata?” Zephani asked as she turned to see the Sun Elf at her door. Nazata, the only of her specific link of elf in the tribe, bowed her head but respectfully retained eye contact, “Witaloe Zatien,” she touched her middle and index finger first to her lips, then her forehead and finally to her heart. In this gesture she showed her Queen the highest respect. Zephani mirrored the gestured except for touching her forehead, this was a gesture reserved for Zatiens, “Azaela and Rakeasha have discovered a trespasser.” Nazata informed her casually. Zephani nodded, stiffening her spine, “It may be a day for blood after all.” She walked passed Nazata and down the path leading to the center of the village where the trespasser would undoubtedly be brought.
TheFacelessOne: He then Rose to his feet, calmly uncliping the sword that hung from his belt and letting it fall to the ground. before raising his hands over his head."If..you can understand me, i mean no harm, i dont want to fight anymore."He would then kick the sword into the water out of his reach."I have seen too much blood today,."The mans voice sounded as if he were not there, like a ghost. His armor upon close inspection was damaged, chips and scratches covered the back plates and it looked as if the armor had been pierced by something, yet there was nothing inside only a window to whatever had made the hole in the first place had burst out.
Eanaura: Rakaesha’s piercing blue eyes narrowed, she noted the common tongue and adjusted, “You are trespassing on Azamaerian Land.” Azaela eyed the armor and watched the man carefully. The bow string still tight in her fingers, the poisons on the arrow head were meant to paralyze. “kevour tui Zatien.” Azaela interjected, “She will pass judgment,” her eyes moved ever so briefly to Rakaesha and then back to the trespasser. Rakeasha hesitated and then pointed up the hill, on a narrow path through thick forest, “Go.” The path would lead them to the village and to the Zatien.
TheFacelessOne: "Okay." He simply nodded his hands still above his head as he made his way up the path into the village, he shook lightly in fear, He just wanted to go home, but the ever growing feeling that he might never see his homeland again filled his head.he looked around, maybe if he ran he could survive just a little longer, just enough to make it to the borders.But that thought left his mind just as he made it passed what could have been gates.
Adaundria: Zephani stood with the gathered tribe, her hard eyes on the man with irritation as he approached. A Sais in each hand at the ready, Rakaesha and Azaela followed after him. The seventeen year old still held her arrow poised on the bladed bow. "My Zatien," Rakeasha said stepping outward from the man toughing her middle and index fingers to her lips, forehead and heart, "This man was caught at the river." Zephani stepped forward , the women around her ready to kill at her pleasure. "The punishment for trespassing is death. How do you reply?" she questioned with a firm emotionless voice.
TheFacelessOne: "I am already dead then." There was a quiet sadness to his voice, he then simply fell to his knees, accepting his fate "i have one thing to ask though. Make it quick, as i am sick of life.
Adaundria: Zephani raised a brow and curiosity tainted her expression, "why would you so easily cast away your life?" it was hindering for her not to be able to see his face, "remove your helmet." Death was death and life was nothing without purpose. Had this man lost his? Pathetic, was one of the words that came to mind as she watched him at her feet. She'd known even hopeless souls still ask for mercy. He'd seemed to have given up, giving up was failure and failure was for the weak. She considered a moment to simply allow him to die. What use would he be as a slave? She cared less for men who came to her already broken than the ones who came declaring could never be broken. She loved a challenge, this man presented none.
TheFacelessOne: He would then pull of the helmet that had protected him for so long without another word. Under the helmet was nothing but a hollow hole. "i..i didn't have a life to begin with. "His body would shift as if he were looking at the floor. "this is my curse."
Eanaura: "Matica," Azaela mirrored the gesture that Rakeasha had made, "Demon, being unbound by body." She would have released her arrow but at what? She looked around the tribe, "Where is Zatarae? She could banish the spirit away from this world." But the Shamaness was not standing among her people, it was likely that she was still in deep meditation. Her spiritual visit into the other world continued even now. Frustrated the seventeen year old Amazon asked coldly, "How do we kill you Demon?"
TheFacelessOne: "If i knew..i would not be here talking to you. this existence is a unholy curse with no end. if i knew how to end it i would have."He would then put his helmet back on his head, sighing lightly "I'm trapped, forced to walk when my time should have ended centuries ago"
Adaundria: Zephani frowned, "Put him in the cell until Zatarae returns." There would be no blood to color her day, today anway. How disappointing. She shoved her weapons back into her boots and made her way back towards her hut where she could plan her next war to end all wars within the Amazon Nation.
Eanaura: Azaela carefully tucked away her arrow and Rakeasha and her each took an arm to hoist him to his feet. Shyla stood guard outside the cell, stepping away as they half drug him forward. Rakeasha spoke on the unnatural situation which could have easily been understood as disgust in their native tongue. Azaela said nothing, tying to concider how such things were even possible. Rakeasha pushed him in as Shyla opened the door and then swiftly shut it again, locking it securely and effectively trapping him inside. "Zatarae will know how to kill it," Rakeasha spat before stomping off.
TheFacelessOne: He would then sit in the corner. his body curled in an upright fetal position. he had hoped he could see his family home before meeting death..but it didnt matter anymore. his home would have been dust by now. better to end it here then to end it with the ingrained image of ruins.
Eanaura: Azaela paused at the door, "Have you always been a demon or were you once a man?" curiosity mixed with her youth told her that getting answers from the captive was an acceptable way to spend her time.
TheFacelessOne: "I was human once. but that was long ago." He then sighed lightly "...why do you call me demon?"
Eanaura: She made a firm face, an imitation of one her mother usually wears, "we have seen spirits of light, totems, and even ghosts but you...you are nothing but armor. Armor is only needed for combat and where there is combat there is death. Who better surround themselves with death than a demon."
TheFacelessOne: "i would be smiling if i was still human, i used to fight demons. and it is true. they surround themselves in death, if i were one of them i would have broken out of this cell would i not? " He would then lay his legs out in front of him,
Eanaura: "Unless you want to confuse me to trick us. What I have been told of demons, they are sly." She rose her chin slightly, "I will not be made a fool of."
TheFacelessOne: "Hm. i said the exact same thing to the monster that did this to me. Didn't take it well,as you can see" He then chuckled lightly "and besides. what could i really do to hurt you? my sword is at the bottom of that river."
Eanaura: "Demons are not restricted to the limits of our world." Had her totem been determined by the Shamaness yet then she would have felt more certain of herself, she would have the protection of her totem as well. But as it stood, hers was a complicated case and not one but three totems presented themselves when the spirits were asked. Whatever path Azaela chose would determine her totem for life. She frowned lightly, "What monster do you speak of?"
TheFacelessOne: "azkies..disgusting beast. he used to eat children and i had to put a stop to that, and i did before cursing me with undeath. i had to watch everyone i loved die because of him."
Eanaura: she made a mental note of the name of the thing so she could bring it up to the shamaness later. "...I am sorry." she didn't look at him but she did know the loss of loved ones all too intimately.
TheFacelessOne: "It...Its fine.." He would then look down at the floor, "They have been gone for a long time."
Eanaura: "I understand that."
TheFacelessOne: "You know i'm glad i found the place, your people offer me death, and for the first time in years, i feel as if it will really come."
Eanaura: "why not seek revenge instead of giving up and accepting death without resistance?" That she didn't understand.
TheFacelessOne: The demon that had done this to me is gone, i made sure of it, who or what would i seek revenge upon?"He would look up at her..his head tilted to the side"
Eanaura: "you could have aimed to rid the rest of the world. Do good instead of feeling sorry for yourself."
TheFacelessOne: "You don't think i have? you don't think i have used this power to do good? i have done everything i can and yet more still come." He then stood " i just want peace. i want to see my sons again.