Grim Escort [c]

[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 243 MUSE. Click! NOTES. ---. TAGS. Viscera

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR Hiding in a cave, it was late at night, and Gairovald had been awake for twenty-four hours, but he could not sleep, or rather he was not allowed to sleep. The escort mission he took had taken a few setbacks, namely increased bandit activity. Letting his client get some rest, Gairovald took the first watch and thus waited on his client; after all, if both of them rested it would be child's play for someone to sneak up on them and slit their throats as they sleep. As the crickets played their music, Gairovald stared at his left hand. The bleeding stopped but I still can't move the fingers just right. Earlier a group of bandits attacked. The two additional guards that were with his client were killed and Gairovald was wounded when he was forced to block a sword thrust using his hand. Guess I have just have to use my left hand for now then. Still those guards were useless; they could have at least bought me a few more seconds to take care of my bandit first. Though I guess if they were competent I wouldn't have been hired. Well I guess we should be thankful we found this cave; a fire in the open is too risky. Turning his attention to his client, Gairovald took another look at her apparel. Does she really plan on traveling across the country in a dress? Why did I take this job again?

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[Viscera]

Viscera's sleep was not an easy one, to say the least. The uncomfortable cave floor actually being the least of the issues she now had. She wasn't surprised that her father had hired guards for her travel, no that was expected. The number of bandits within Plegia constantly waned in the last several years, rising and falling like the tide of the ocean due to the wars past and the new ruler forced upon them. It was natural that she'd end up running into them on her trip and that she would need guards to make sure that they didn't lay a hand upon her beautiful features.

What she didn't expect was two of them being so very useless. She'd had to actually step into combat briefly herself, healing the one who was competent enough with her staff while desperately fending off a blow from one of the bandits that did get close to her with his grubby paws. It was sickening enough that two of the guards were such failures, nevermind the bandits themselves.

And it was these thoughts that kept troubling her and causing a lack of sleep for the Noble priestess of the Grimleal. Her dress was made to deal with the desert heat so it did not trouble her much, but woe the mess her hair was in! Viscera was not happy with her situation, not happy at all. A moment of silence passed as her troubled thoughts began to ebb and the young Cleric could swear she felt a gaze upon her. It had to be the hired guard, though just what was he staring at her for?

One of her hands moved towards the staff that was laying beside her out of sight. Meanwhile, her head turned slightly so that she could look at him out of the corner of her eye. "What... is it...?" Viscera groaned internally, her voice sounding like a groan caused by her exhaustion and not at all proper.

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[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 211 MUSE. Music NOTES. ---. TAGS. Viscera

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR Noticing something wrong, Gairovald mouthed, 'Don't move, there's someone here,' before speaking, "Did you seriously plan on traveling in those clothes? Couldn't you have I don't know, wore some more practical clothes? Sure they may not look as nice, but they would be far easier to move in. If you really needed those fancy clothes then you should have just kept them in your pack and changed when the trip is over. Honestly, clothes like that are just going to—" A bandit was creeping up from behind Viscera and Gairovald needed to keep the bandit under the impression that they had yet to detect him. As Gairovald spoke, he was slowly pulling out a throwing knife from inside his cloak with his left hand. " –slow us down!" Throwing the knife with his left hand, Gairovald was able to strike the bandit in between the eyes, instantly killing the brute, despite his wounded hand. However, the physical exertion reopened his wound. "Damn it, the wound re-opened. Hand me the bandages will you? We have to move quickly; where's there's one there are bound to be more." There was no time to waste, Gairovald had to quickly re-bandage his hand and leave with Viscera—their little camp was no longer safe.

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[Viscera]

Viscera's hand began to wrap around the cool metal of her stave as the hired sword mouthed out his underlying message. It was a very good thing that her father had insisted on teaching her how to read lips when dealing with other Nobles. She groaned as he spoke, playing along with the conversation. And then the mercenary spun around quickly, striking at an unseen foe. Viscera for her part moved quickly to her feet, raising her staff in a defensive position. A bit of nausea passed quickly over her from the burst of speed, Viscera wondering if the white-haired warrior got the foe. Her hired sword's next words snapped her to attention, moving quickly over to their packs and retrieving a roll of bandages.

"Let me see it." She spoke as she approached, looking over his wound before grimacing. A stave could only do so much, really. And for the time being, this wound would need proper time to stitch up even if she did use her staff. "Hold still. Let me get this wrapped and then we can go."

She moved as quick as she could with the wrapping, binding his hand tight before pinning it in place. "There. That should do for now." With those words spoken the priestess quickly moved back to their belongings. Grabbing up her own pack, the worry that had troubled her before was already starting to prick at her mind once more.

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[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 156 MUSE. --- NOTES. ---. TAGS. Viscera

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR “Thank you,” Gairovald replied. Grabbing his pack, Gairovald walked over to the dead bandit and pulled out the knife from bandit’s forehead before slash at the bandit’s throat, making sure he is dead, before wiping the blood off the knife and returning it to his cloak. “I’m serious about the outfit though, it is going to slow us down,” Gairovald added as he walked out of the cave, checking if the dead bandit had any friends nearby. So he was just a scout. It won’t take them long to notice that someone isn’t coming back. They’ll check this place next; we better be far away when they do. “It looks clear so we should move now. That dead guy is just a scout, the rest will be coming when they notice him missing. I shouldn’t have to tell you that we need to be far away before that happens.” Let’s hope they don’t have horses either.

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[Viscera]

Viscera finished up repacking what had been laying out in the cave, standing up once more and sliding the strap over a shoulder while picking up the hired sword's. And then came the comment about her dress once more. Heaving a sigh, she handed the pack to him before leaving her hand still outstretched, palm upwards. "Give me the damn knife." After her demand had been met, the Noble young woman began to grumble while taking a handful of her skirt.

Slicing through the silken layers, she trimmed the bottom to allow better movement with no small amount of irritation. Though she could simply make the dress again, it was such a great pain to defile one of her lovely garments. After she was done, she handed the knife back to him with a grimace.

"We're still a few miles north of the nearest town. As long as we get a head start, we should make it." Viscera grumbled out before awaiting the mercenary's next move. Her healing stave was gripped tightly in her free hand now that she was done with the trimming.

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[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 194 MUSE. --- NOTES. ---. TAGS. Viscera

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR "Actually hold on a moment," Gairovald said as he drew his sword. Noticing that the dead bandit carried a spear, Gairovald had a little idea. Decapitating the corpse with his sword, Gairovald took the spear and placed it into the ground, tip up, before grabbing the head and impaling it onto the spear. "A bit morbid sure, but it may deter the bandits a bit. Who knows, if they are the cowardly type they may give up and flee; and at the very least they should be a bit demoralized." After a couple hours of travel, as the two approached the town, guards—identical to the ones that were with them earlier—appeared, one of them aiming a crossbow. "Wait, why is he—" Before Gairovald could finish, the guard shot him in the left shoulder with the crossbow, causing the young man to stagger back a bit before shouting, "For the love of—Just how incompetent are your guards? Who fires a crossbow at the hired help!?" Obviously, the guard, now with a nervous expression on his face, thought Gairovald was a bandit sneaking up on Viscera and, in a panic, shot Gairovald.

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[Viscera]

Death was not an uncommon thing in recent years. And certainly not an uncommon thing for the Grimleal as well. Sacrificial rites to Grima were done only on special occasions, but part of her training in the clergy were for special rites such as those. But the grisly sight that her hired sword had made for potential pursuers made her grimace in disgust. Viscera had a strong constitution though, thankfully. "I suspect it shall leave a strong impression indeed."

The trip to the nearby town went uninterrupted, whether due to their own speed or the gruesome ploy Viscera wasn't sure. Two relief guardsmen spotted the travelers, starting to move forward and- Wait. Why in the glorious name of the Fell Dragon was one of them raising a crossbow? With a quick look towards where he fired and the cry of pain, she realized that the incompetent fool had shot her guard. Viscera's own voice then began to join Gairovald's in outrage.

"Put that thing down! This man is my guard!" The guard began to crossbowman began to pale, fearing the reprimand that was coming his way from their employer. For the moment however, Viscera wheeled around to face Gairovald, moving to look at the wound. "Hold still! We need to pull that bolt out before it gets worse." She set her staff down for the moment, placing a dainty hand near the bolt while another began to grasp the protrusion. "This is going to sting."

The noble girl's words were proven to be an understatement as the swordsman's world filled with a rush of further pain and agony as she removed the bolt. Casing it aside, one hand placed itself over the wound to staunch the bleeding while she crouched down to retrieve her staff once more, the orb set atop it already beginning to glisten with healing power. Placing it atop her now bloody hand, the staff let loose a great show of light that was near blinding when up close, but faded quickly enough. Gairovald could feel the pain ebbing away and the wound beginning to close, the staff able to treat it due to it's fresh nature.

After a moment the Grimleal priestess removed her hand from him, grimacing slightly at the sight of her bloody hand, more out of annoyance than disgust this time. She then looked back at her guard once more. "How is it?"

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[Gairovald]

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 350 MUSE. --- NOTES. Mayonnaise get! TAGS. Viscera

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR Despite the pain of having the bolt pulled out, Gairovald only slightly grimaced in pain, having worse wounds in the past. “I’m fine, thank you,” Gairovard responded to Viscera as she healed his wound with her magic. “Well, as long as no more friendly fire occurs, we should be safe for the time being.” Turning to the guard who just shot him, Gairovald said in a commanding voice, “Keep an eye out for bandits. We were ambushed earlier and I would not put it past them to raid this village. Oh, and thanks for volunteering to be on the frontlines if they do attack.” After indirectly telling the guard that he is probably going to die, Gairovald walked into the village with Viscera. Inn rooms were reserved for them ahead of time so for night they had warm beds to sleep in. As morning came, the smell of food filled the inn. In the kitchen was Gairovald, experimenting with various recipes. Apparently the guards brought a generous array of supplies with them, and Gairovald was able to secure a portion of them in addition to purchasing some supplies from the village itself. Chopping and dicing a few red potatoes, Gairovald mixed them in a bowl with garlic, onions, bell peppers, butter, salt and black pepper, before placing them in a heated oven to bake. “Alright, now let’s try that again.” Earlier, Gairovald accidentally spilled some olive oil while whisking some eggs and noticed that they began to blend and thicken somewhat. Deciding to experiment with the discovery, Gairovald started trying different things out. After whisking together eggs, in a separate bowl, Gairovald mixed together lemon juice and vinegar, finding the two to help with the mixture, before whisking the mixture into the egg yolk. Then continuing to whisk the egg mixture, Gairovald steadily poured in oil, watching the emulsion occur. “So what to do with this?” Gairovald asked himself. He only discovered the mixture by chance and wondered if anyone else had figured it out before him. Now that he made it, he isn’t sure where to go from here.

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[Viscera]

ascension reincarnation until becoming another being, monstrous and destructive.

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The first thing that Viscera had done after getting to the inn was wash her hands of the blood. The next thing she had done was promptly curl up in bed and get some well deserved rest. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her now ruined traveling dress. And so, her first act that morning was changing her clothes to an additional set of robes that she'd packed for the trip. Exiting the washroom, the Grimleal priestess' eyes drifted over to her guardian's oddity. It seemed that he was trying to cook something with a variety of ingredients. As he finished it, the mercenary seemed to blank on what to even do with it! She shook her head for a moment before walking over to inspect it herself. The concoction reminded her of a dressing at first, though the real question was how it tasted. A dressing needed to mesh well with the food it'd cover, after all. "What is this now? Let me try some."

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[attr="class","picb"] [attr="class","pic"] NOTES WORDS. 255 MUSE. --- NOTES. Let's bash the guards! TAGS. Viscera

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] THIS IS WAR "Ah good morning," Gairovald greeted Viscera. "Not exactly sure what this is. I just accidentally noticed a strange reaction when oil is mixed with raw eggs so I decided to experiment with it. I added in lemon juice and vinegar then whisked the egg mixture while pouring in oil. For some reason it thickened and turned white. I am not too sure on how it tastes but you are welcome to try it." Grabbing a piece of bread, Gairovald cut himself a slice and took a bit of the white mixture and spread it across the bread. "It's a thick liquid so it physically works well as a sort of spread, but for taste I am not too sure." Taking a bite, Gairovald found the taste to be pleasant. It was hard to describe; while similar to other things he had tasted before, he still couldn't figure out a way to describe it. However, he felt like it was more something that was supposed to compliment things rather than something to be eaten as is. Like perhaps with some meats and vegetables. Remembering the potatoes, Gairovald checked the oven and found that they have been cooked to a beautiful golden brown. Taking them out, Gairovald popped a potatoe piece into his mouth and told Viscera, "Help yourself; your guards brought most of these ingredients for you. Though none of them really knew how to use them. You'd think with all of these high quality ingredients, at least one of them would know how to cook."

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