Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)
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				Title: <strong>Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>23-07-2015, 01:17:27</strong>
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				The city was burning, flames billowing into the air while thick plumes of smoke rose amidst screams and shouts. The first breaches in the walls had occurred an hour ago, the invaders pushing in in force, and heavy fighting in the streets. The Southern gate had been taken swiftly after, two attempts to retake the gatehouse leaving only the bodies of the fallen. As the gates swung ponderously open, the defenders fell back, attempting to hold strategic points, to funnel the attacks into chokepoints, and stall them as long as they could.<br><br>It was a forlorn hope.<br><br>The Imperial forces swept through the choke points, smashing them asunder without seeming regard for their own lives or loses. Defensive coordination broke, the withdrawl becoming a rout, isolated forces bypassed or overrun, and the flames sprang up as the tides of battle moved on.<br><br>Kurghan of House Roshak led the best of his House warriors through a darkened street at a run. They had been first over the walls, first to force a breach .. theirs would be the honour of first to the palace as well. Ahead of him he spotted a score or more enemy warriors, falling back in good order. His teeth bared in what might be considered a smile. They might have a few more in numbers, but he would take the worst of his warriors over the best of theirs in any fight. Roaring their battle cries, they surged out of the dark and the street echoed to the sounds of combat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Becca</strong> on <strong>23-07-2015, 03:38:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.artrenewal.org/artwork/389/7389/41014/Gurney_WaterfallCityAftLight-large.jpg)</div> Fayedge was no more. With its strong walls and ancient knowledges, citizens had felt they were safe from attacks. Safe from what they considered to be the barbarians coming from the east. They'd be no match against the trained guards and the sage strategists being trained by the elders for many decades, knowledge being passed on from generation to generation.<br><br>Worried yet trusting it was the only way of survival, the beautiful princess left the safety of the secret passage. <div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/90782808/original.jpg)</div>They had been mistaken, direly so. Their defenses had been breached and the walls had been destroyed. Fire took over, as well as chaos and fear. The guards and the strategy were no match to a style of combat completely different from the one the city had been used to. Knowledge and wisdom had been the civilization's strong traits, and they had deluded themselves into believing it would be enough to keep themselves protected.<br><br>The king had been slayed, his head sliced from his body and paraded across the once beautiful roads of Fayedge. The royal family being torture and raped, nothing would be left but ashes and corpses, and those who survived would be reduced to slavery.<br><br>One young woman rushed across hidden corridors, guided by her loyal handmaidens. She couldn't help but whimper, those wide, blue eyes filled with tears for her family, her subjects and her city. She had been happy, truly happy within the walls of her castle, within the enclave of books and tutors who had guided her into becoming a bright young woman, adept in the ways of magic. Few people in these lands could claim they could comprehend or invoke the ancient powers to the point that it seemed like a silly myth than a possibility, and yet Princess Larissa had managed to, through intense training and studying, channel her god given gift. She had soon discovered her powers were closely related to healing the wounded and helping the sick recover from their illnesses,and as soon as her people found out their king's only daughter possessed such a gift, they had knocked at the castle's doors, begging and pleading to be aided by Larissa.<br><br>Sweet and caring, the young princess had complied. It all seemed like a summer dream to the brown haired beauty, as she rushed towards safety. She loathed herself for abandoning her people, and yet suffering and death were the only possible outcomes if she decided to stay behind. And so she continued to rush, her light blue robes sticking to her slender, perky figure, almost tripping more than once before Asha, her most trusted handmaiden, opened a hidden wall in the wall and helped her slip out.<br><br>"We should be as far away as possible from the battle now, your highness... We must continue to run now, try and leave the city... it's the only way to keep you safe"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 21:00:00</strong>
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				Escape would not be easy. Imperial forces had thrown a noose around the city, one made of steel and blood, and slowly tightened it. From a high enough vantage point, one might be able to see where was quiet, unmarked by flickering flame and distant crash of steel, the air not rent with screams. At street level, chaos reigned, and anyone on the streets would be hard pressed to tell what was happening two streets away, let alone further.<br><br>The palace itself was a lodestone, drawing the Imperial troops closer, each seeking to bring honour to their House by being the first inside. The streets and courtyards were littered with the injured, dead and dying, as a storm of steel threw itself again and again against the doorways. Others sought to elude the main defenses, small groups going over walls and climbing through second and third floor windows, and some the corridors of the palace echoed to the clash of arms and screams of anger and pain.<br><br>The princess and her small enterage had crept through several corridors, managing to avoid the nearby sounds of combat, before their luck ran out. A party of Imperial troops charged out of a cross corridor and her own guards barely had time to form a shieldwall before they were engaged.<br><br>"Run!" one of the guards shouted, smart enough not to identify the Princess. If the Imperial forces knew who was behind that thin line of steel they would spare no effort to capture or kill her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Becca</strong> on <strong>25-07-2015, 22:39:33</strong>
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				Run.<br>Run, she did. Her handmaidens following closely behind, her soldiers fighting for their princesses's life even if it meant risking their own. Fire and screams of horror and distress coming from every corner of the once beautiful, glorious city.<br><br>Her beautiful dark hair flied behind her back as she was guided outside the palace's walls, outside of the life she had known and cherished. She could feel her heart ache each and every step she took, knowing she was abandoning the people who so direly needed her guidance. What else could she do but escape, though? <br><br>A hissing sound pushed her out of her own thoughts, followed by a high pitched cry. Larissa turned around, only to find her most trusted handmaiden, the woman she had grown up next to, stumbling to the floor, an arrow stuck to her side, blood oozing out of the wound with a speed which left little hope of survival.<br>Larissa found herself unable to keep running ahead. She fell to her knees next to the young woman and laid her hands on the open wound. Truly, in the middle of this horrifying situation, her struggles to heal her beloved servant were hopeless. Gazing up, she felt her heart sink, her panic grow, as two impossibly large man began to approach her, lust and anger visible in their dark smiles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 23:52:33</strong>
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				The smiles, or perhaps leers, on the faces of the two men changed in a moment, their eyes snapping to something above and behind her. "These belong to me." came a voice from behind her, and another handfull of Imperials stepped by her, forming a rough ring around the women.<br><br>"They were running from us." snarled the nearer of the pair that had been chasing them.<br><br>"And we caught them." The speaker had his back to Larissa, but he stood front and centre of the group that had surrounded her and her companions. "House Roshak names them isorla. If you think you can take them from us, speak your challenge."<br><br>"We challenge." replied the other. "Let your two best step forwards and we shall leave them to feed the crows. I am Korzar, of House Houan. I have killed a fist of warriors this day, and not bled." He thumped his fist against the white pelt that lined his armour. "I have slain the great snow bear with a single arrow, and I challenge for the isorla claimed by House Roshak. What is your batchall."<br><br>From the ring around them, the Imperial who had spoken stepped forwards. "Bargained well and done. I am Kurghan, First Warrior of House Roshak. I was first over the wall, and first to the palace. I slew the warrior that commanded the Southern Gate in challenge. I stood with Mortag at the Jaslan Pass, and I am one of the Twenty Seven. I am Dahar Master, and I accept your challenge. Hegira is yours, if you wish it."<br><br>The two groups faced each other in silence for several heartbeats, then at some unseen signal the three challengers moved. Kurghan darted forwards and to the right, moving to place one of his foes in the way of the other. His blade caught the sword of the first high, and he drove a kick into his opponents stomach, sending him staggering backwards. Before he could take advantage of this, the second drove in, aiming a blow that sought to cripple his leg.<br><br>He hopped back from the blow, flowing forwards again almost immediately. His blade swept low, catching his opponents coming back, and stepping in he delivered a punch to his foes extended elbow. The warrior spun with the blow, robbing it of much of its power, and moving back out of range.<br><br>Warier now, the two spread out as wide as the hallway would allow, seeking to come at Kurghan from the sides and trap him between them. As Larissa watched, he didn't give them the chance, driving forwards, blade flashing from one to the next, back and forth. Pivoting as he drove Korzar's blade towards his companion, he spun, his leg arching up and around in a kick that smashed into Korzar's cheek and sent him crashing into his companion. <br><br>His blade licked out, opening a small cut on the throat of each of the two House Houan warriors, and he stepped backwards, bringing his blade up to guard. The two stumbled backwards, near identical looks of shock on their faces. <br><br>"Hegira." <br><br>The word hung in the air, and the warrior who had not named himself stepped backwards, raising his chin, where a thin trickle of blood ran down his neck.<br><br>Kurghan turned towards Korzar, fixing him with a stare. The muscles in Korzars jaw worked, his eyes glared daggers but after another breath he snarled "Hegira." as well.<br><br>"Hegira." Kurghan replied, and the two House Houan warriors retreated back down the corridor, breaking into a run and disappearing around a corner.<br><br>One of the Imperials attached a woven cord around the wrist of each of the women, three different colours strands looping around each other in a braid. "Konahr, Torrag, Grell, take them back to the camp." Kurghan said, looking down at the women. "See that those wounds are treated, and put them with any other bonds taken. Get some food and drink into them too. We'll be back within the next few hours."<br><br>"Why take them at all?" asked one of the others. "There are no shortage of palace servants."<br><br>"I've had the misfortune to fight alongside Houan before." Kurghan replied, gesturing down the corridor. "Since Marruk rose to be head of that House, they've become little more than dezgra. I wouldn't leave a stray dog to them, let alone a pretty woman."<br><br>"Strength and honour." the questioner said, grasping Kurghans forearm.<br><br>"Honour and glory." he replied, then led the rest of the warriors off in the direction the two from Houan had taken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Becca</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 23:58:07</strong>
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				Larissa was horrified and awestruck, temporarily tongue-tied. These men were battling over them, as if they were mere objects, and at the same time, the prowess and dexterity this man was showing was unlike anything the young princess had ever seen. <br>He was moving, shifting and attacking in the kind of nimble manner only warrior from legends could, at the very least from what she had read about. Her own guards were novices compared to him, and the very thought made her tremble at the idea of what he could do to them... herself and her handmaidens.<br><br>She took the chance, as everyone was too busy, too entertained in the battle they had engaged in, to remove her ring, the ring which carried her family's seal and hid it behind one of the large barrels to their right. If these warriors were to know she was indeed the only heir remaining to Fayedge, her fate would be far grimmer. Her trusted handmaiden stared at her wide eyed: Even in this circumstances, to give up on such a cherished and respected symbol was borderline sacrilegious, and yet she didn't speak a single word against it.<br>Asha was hurt, and bleeding profusely. If she kept this on, it would be impossible for anyone to save her, even Larissa's magic. She held Asha close, and whispered in her ear she'd do anything in her power to save her. <br><br>Closing her eyes, she tried to push all sounds and distractions away. She felt the energies which hid within her, the warmth of her own powers flowing away from her slender fingers and onto Asha's trembling body. Larissa couldn't heal her completely, not without some peace and quiet, and certainly not without catching anyone's attentions, and yet she made sure the wound was far less fatal, far less likely to end her handmaiden's life. She also took great care to aid it heal enough to be less painful than it had been so far, a dim blue glow emanating from her fingertips and onto Asha's stomach.<br><br>Their fate was now at the hands of this warrior, and as the fight finished, Larissa held her breath as she awaited to know what he'd order. He didn't have them carried away with violence nor beaten, and didn't tell his men to remove their clothings. Such orders would have been possible given the stories Larissa had been told about the savages who'd try to break them within the first moment of slavery, and so was relieved he asked for wounds to be treated and provide them with nourishment. Of course they were investments, and to mistreat them would be to lose their true value, but Larissa could deal with such rationality. She could do nothing against a mindless barbarian, though.<br><br>So, she followed behind her captors, walking with her head hung low, her long strands of dark hair half covering her beautiful features, as if trying to conceal them from anyone who knew how the princess looked like. Larissa tried her best to ignore the yells of pain, the screams of horror, the mayhem taking over her once precious city. Holding down her tears, she walked behind her captors, trying to keep an ounce of pride within even as she was now little more than&nbsp; a mere slave.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 03:02:45</strong>
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				The women were led through the darkened city streets, one of the Imperials walking ahead, two flanking them behind, enclosing them in a protective shell it seemed. For all that they seemed unconcerned, their weapons stayed readied throughout. By the time the walls of the city were fading into the darkness of night, and the Imperial camp lay all around them, their guard had hardly relaxed. At some point though, they seemed to relax, though there seemed little difference in the camp to the women.<br><br>"Grell, put them with the others for now. The First Warrior will likely want them to attend him when he returns. I'll relieve you once I make report." The tone implied that there was no doubt he would return. "Torrag, kick Venn out of his bed and tell him there are wounded to attend to. After that, send someone to fetch food. I can smell stew simmering somewhere, maybe it's ready."<br><br>The two saluted, a clenched fist to chest, then the Imperials split up, leaving the women with the warrior that was presumably Grell. "This way." he said, gesturing past some wagons and towards a row of tents. He led them perhaps two score yards, stopping at a tent that seemed little different to those around it. Raising his fist he rapped on the wooden pole. After a few moments, the laces of the tent were undone from the inside, and one of the flaps, raised the head of a young woman peeking out. "Honour to serve." she said, placing her hand flat on her chest, and looking up at the warrior in front of her. Larissa would recognise her accent, from one of the border provinces, but still one of her subjects, or at least one of her countrywomen now.<br><br>"Honour met." he replied, giving the clenched fist salute. "You have some company. There's room enough for them here, quiaff?"<br><br>The girl nodded, turning to peer at the newcomers, then backed inside the tent, gesturing for them to join her. <br><br>"The apothecary will be along shortly." Grell said to the young woman, gesturing towards the newcomers. "And food after that."<br><br>She nodded again as the women entered the tent, lacing it up again behind them. The tent had a number of bedrolls laid out, though only two were occupied, and a small lantern sat on a wooden box near the centre of the tent, the wick turned down low. Both women were fairly young, perhaps in their early 20s, or slightly younger, wearing identical grey tunics, each with a braided cord around her left wrist.<br><br>"Is .. has the capital fallen?" asked the one still in her blankets, wiping sleep from her eyes. "Or did they catch you outside the walls somewhere?"<br><br>"I'm Yukiri." announced the one who had opened the tent. "That's Ahsell. We've been held here for the last few weeks, slaves ..."<br><br>"Isorla." interjected Ahsell. "Not slaves. At least, that's what they've said."<br><br>Yukiri shrugged. "As close to as makes no difference." The discussion had the sound of a topic that had been spoken off a number of times before. Yukiri turned to the newcomers again. "We haven't had any news in some time though. Who are you, and what can you tell us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Becca</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 05:27:20</strong>
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				Asha and Larissa followed the men quietly, holding each other for comfort. Ada was trembling... if it was out of pain or fear, the young princess could not possibly know. Still, she knew that her young servant was no longer in mortal danger, not if she got proper treatment soon enough, and that was a relief she could not voice. Not without revealing how the beautiful young woman had been healed partially.<br>Men had noticed her wound... it would have been impossible for Larissa to fully heal her without raising any brows. And so, it would have to do. <br><br>Soon enough, they arrived to the camp. It was rather well organized, and these barbarians didn't seem as violent and deranged as Larissa would have pictured them to be, thank the Gods. Of course they were still savages. Of course they were not to be trusted, but a the very least they seemed rational and minimally coherent. They didn't needlesly hurt their prisoners. It was all the kindness Larissa could hope for right now, and she'd take it graciously. <br><br>She couldn't help but open her baby blue eyes in surprise as the tent they were lead to was answered by a young woman who bared a striking resemblance to the subjects of her own kingdom, probably women from nearby towns and villages. Larissa tried to stop her lip from trembling, and simply managed to lower her head as she listened quietly and was relieved to hear a apothecary would be arriving soon, though food was the last of her worries. Asha would need nourishment, though, so it was of course welcomed news. <br><br>The two young woman entered the tent carefully, Larissa holding her handmaiden close. The moment the man left, though, she hurried to aid Asha on one of the bedrolls, extending it on the floor. Larissa stared up at the women speaking to her. Not slaves. Isorla. What were these women speaking about? She didn't much care, her fate was quite clear to the princess. Her kingdom was no more, and she had failed her people. She didn't deserve her crown any longer. <br><br>"The capital has fallen" Her voice was dire and low, riddled with obvious pain over the subject "The castle destroyed, entire households burned to the ground... All hope vanished by these savages..."<br><br>Larissa stopped herself from speaking further, turning towards her handmaiden for a moment and holding her hand. Oh, how she wished she could fully heal her. But it would be far too risky. They needed to keep their wits upon them, they simply had to be careful.<br><br>"Soon an apothecary will come to help you, Asha. Do not fret" She muttered, before turning her attention once again towards the other women "She's Asha, and I'm Lar... Lara. I'm Lara. We're both servants to the castle... Or at least we were, not long ago. The royal family has fallen, and Fayedge is no more... It has been conquered." <br><br>She wanted to sob. She wanted to break down and whimper. And yet, Larissa was still a princess in heart. She'd stay strong. She'd endure. A member of the royal family of the once great kingdom of Fayedge didn't crumble so easily. She'd endure... somehow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 03:14:15</strong>
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				The announcement that the capital had fallen struck both of the other girls hard. "I .. I had family here." Yukiri announced, wrapping her arms around herself. "Cousins. I hope .." she let her voice trail off, unwilling to give voice to her fears. Ahsell placed an arm around her shoulders, but said nothing.<br><br>The silence was broken after a minute or two by a knock on the outside of the tent pole. Ahsell untangled herself from the other girl and opened the flaps, looking up at whoever was outside. "Honour to serve." she said, repeating the words the others had heard when they had arrived at the tent.<br><br>"Honour met." came a rough sounding voice. "Now move yourself girl. I want to get back to my nice warm bed before these old bones freeze up and anything falls off that I'd prefer to keep."<br><br>Ahsell moved aside, a faint smile on her lips, which she quickly hid again, allowing another figure to enter. He was quite short, at least in comparison to the soldiers Larissa had seen previous, but fairly stocky, and had a bushy grey beard which stretched almost halfway down his chest. She would probably put his age at somewhere over fifty. He shrugged a satchel off his shoulder and passed it to Ahsell, who took it without comment. He stepped over to the newcomers and looked over the pair of them, before turning his attention to Asha on the bedroll. "I take it you're the one in need of my talents?" he said, though it seemed as much a rhetorical comment as a question. "Well, let's have a look at you then."<br><br>He carefully turned the injured woman over then turned to Ahsell, pointing to the ground beside him. "Observe and report." he said.<br><br>Ahsell knelt beside him, her hands gently touching the bloodstained cloth on the woman's back. "A small wound, to judge from the hole in the cloth. Possibly deep, judging by blood soaked into the cloth."<br><br>"You do not sound certain of your diagnosis." the Imperial commented.<br><br>Ahsell shook her head. "That degree of blood loss should have left her weaker than she appeared to be when she arrived. The blood has spread over a handspan of cloth. Either it was deep, or wide. I think wide."<br><br>The apothicary, Venn, nodded. "Procedure?"<br><br>"Cut away the cloth, confirm wound. Clean and bandage it. Give something for pain and shock." Ahsell replied after a few moments.<br><br>Venn nodded, reaching into the satchel and lifting out a small, sharp knife and a roll of cloth. His deft fingers quickly cut away the bloodstained clothing, and he cleaned the dry blood from her skin. He gently probed at the wound and frowned slightly, then shrugged. "It doesn't seem to have been all that bad." he remarked, mostly addressing Ahsell. "Some people bleed much though, more than a wound warrants. Should you find yourself treating someone like that, bind the wound swiftly, otherwise they may bleed out and die from a wound that should not have killed."<br><br>Another minute or two saw him wiping his hands and packing his tools away. He nodded at the women, opening the flaps just as another man arrived carrying a small kettle of stew and a waterskin, two long loaves of bread tucked under one arm. Venn waved a hand at him as he opened his mouth to speak. "Yes, yes. Go feed our newcomers, I'm sure they could use it. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my bedroll." Venn waitied til the man had set down kettle, bowls, bread and waterskin, and then pulled the tent flaps closed. "Go brew me some tea." his voice came from outside. "I suspect I may need waking up properly before long."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Honour and Gold (Becca and Hairyheretic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Becca</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 19:23:23</strong>
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				Lara felt the sting of pain the moment she saw the reaction in these women's faces. She wanted to try and console Yuriki, but Asha's hurting was all too evident, even if the wound had been clearly reduced thanks to her magic. Lara hoped she could remove the pain from her handmaiden, and even the emotional hurting she had caused these other women. <br><br>Before she could say anything at all, though, there was a knock coming from the outside of the tent. She was kneeling by Asha's side, holding her hand lightly. Without being able to see the scar and having forced herself to keep the magic from fully healing the young woman, she didn't know how much of Asha's wounds had actually been healed. <br><br>"Everything will be fine" She muttered, leaning closer to Asha to avoid the man who had just walked into the tent from hearing "I'm sure the wounds will heal easily, soon enough"<br><br>"But princ..." Asha began to speak, and Larissa swiftly pressed her hand tightly to avoid her from finishing her sentence<br><br>"I'm Lara here, Asha. Lara" Larissa urged her handmaiden to nod in agreement before letting go of her. Her words were quiet and almost impossible to hear even by Asha. The idea of being discovered terrified the young princess. Who knew what these barbarians do to her... to them... if they were to find out the truth?<br><br>The apothecary approached Asha, and Larissa diligently moved away, allowing them to properly diagnose and heal the pretty servant girl. She held her breath as they spoke about the blood and her current state, and her paleness grew greatly the moment the bandages were removed. Would they discover something was off? Would they discover the truth behind her miraculous healing?<br><br>She could only breath again the very moment the apothecary shrugged it off and assured Ahshell -apparently an apprentice of medicine- sometimes people tended to bleed far more than a wound would require. Lara didn't even dare speak before the man left... after all, she wasn't certain how their costums worked. She had never heard the honour to serve and honour met exchange before... there might be many similar requirements to speak to their new masters, and Lara preferred keeping herself out of trouble for now, at the very least.<br><br>The meal was brought by another man, maybe a soldier himself as well. Lara had no appetite at all, and though she knew she should eat something to keep her strength upon her, the knot she felt in her stomach stopped her from even attempting to do so.<br><br>"You've been here for a few weeks, right?" Lara asked once the man left the tent, staring at the two women with worry in her eyes "How have they treated you? Are they as brutal as the legends claim?" <br><br>Carefully, she helped herself to some stew and knelt down next to Asha, helping her take a semi sitting position. She had been served her entire life, and yet it was her time to take care of someone else. <br><br>"You should eat a few spoonfuls, Asha. You need to recover your strength... losing blood will weaken you swiftly."
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