-Southern Malpaars-
With silent steps and careful movents, his trainings as a rcenary easily revealed themselves as Vick slowly made his way through the underbrush of the forest.
What should have been a quiet morning of hunting had been interrupted by the sound of falling of trees and smoke, and with animals fleeing in all directions, he had decided to investigate the disturbance. As he got closer to the source, the forest begun echoing with the voices of people and he quickly took to the shadows.
Putting away his bow, Vick reached for one of his azurite swords as he edged closer to the opening that had not been there four days prior. Peeking out from the side of a large tree, he spotted a number of tents and various ard n doing busywork around the camp.
Carefully scanning the company, one of the patrols caught his eyes: a portly man who was more round than tall, and carrying a bow in hand. Unlike the other patrols walking about, the man’s movents were light like that of a seasoned hunter. There was an alertness about the portly man, and he held an arrow to his bowstring, always ready for the draw.
“!” Quickly dodging behind the tree, he barely managed to hide himself as the hunter looked in his direction. His right hand tightened its grip on the sword and he grabbed onto the other with his left. ‘How many more are in those tents?’ Vick wondered to himself, having only counted eleven heads that were out and about.
Waiting in complete stillness, the sound of alarm did not go off nor did anyone approach his position.
‘There’s no ti for this. I have to warn the village.’ Hastily making up his mind, he ducked back into the undergrowth and returned the sa way he ca.
Navigating through the forest, he returned to the temporary camp that he had set up that morning in preparation for his kills. The dolsha that he brought with him was grazing quietly on the plentiful mint bushes strewn about, and he quickly saddled the horse.
Due to the slow witted beast being less than compliant with speeding through the trees, it was already high noon by the ti he reached the outskirts of the forest. The plains and rolling hills of the land were now in view, and in the horizon, he could almost make out the brown fields of Esperen that had been recently harvested. “Yah!” With a command, the stubborn dolsha began picking up its strides upon the open fields.
…
“You’re back early. Nothing today master Vick?” A man questioned with a smile of contempt as he rode into Esperen.
“No ti for this today, Elond. Gather the other guards and et up at gran’s. I’ve information to discuss.” Leaving the aggravating man confused, he continued through the village toward the Prancing Myrtle.
“Vick?” A coly young lady with short brown hair called out to him as he entered the inn. Wearing an old patched up dress that had been given to her by the owner, she was carrying a tray of drinks.
“Saadra, where’s the old lady?”
“Gran said she was going upstairs for a bit. Is sothing the matter?”
“Yes. Serve your drinks and go gather the others. Tell your sister to help.” He quickly instructed and dashed up the stairs. “Gran! Gran where are you?! GRAN!”
“Shaddap! I can hear you just fine!” A loud voice bellowed from one of the guest rooms, and a small old lady poked her head out of the doorway. “What are you doing back so early, and what did I say about running up the stairs?!”
“I saw people in the forest. We have to make a decision right now.” He replied, and her irritated expression imdiately vanished. “I know you and many of the others don’t want to leave, but we cannot stall this out any longer. I cannot say for certain that they’ll pass by peacefully, but even if they did, Esperen will not survive what is to co.”
“We’ve already paid our blood taxes, what more do they want from us?!”
“How about let us not wait to find out?”
“Gah- what in the world is happening??”
“Gran, you need to make a decision NOW.” Vick coaxed, spotting her hesitance.
“DAH! Vauun ‘halahk!” The old lady spat out angrily, and stomped toward the back room.
“Kh-Hahahaha!” Vick exploded with laughter, prompting her to turn and glare at him once more before grudgingly entering her room. “Vauun ‘halahk, huh?” He chuckled to himself. Vauun was the na of the god of selflessness, and giver of life. ’Halahk, a gveril insult literally aning a rotting horn or an unscrupulous and wicked person, which could also be construed as a rotten genital. Her sudden outburst had caught him off guard, and ended up helping to evaporate much of his anxiety.
Although she was stern, short tempered, and stubborn, the old granny was quite lovable and had grown on him ever since their return to Esperen. Currently, their group of twenty six were occupying four rooms of her inn and in return for the hospitality, were helping her around the place along with running errands and doing nial jobs for the village. Many of the girls had also lent a hand in helping with the year’s harvest, and a few of them were now learning how to farm. From farming, to cooking, to laundry, to delivering ssages for the villagers, their group was adapting to the rural life quite rapidly.
He himself had beco the inn’s personal hunter, procuring various fresh and raw ingredients per the old lady’s demands.
As the sound of the disgruntled compliance reverberated back to him, Vick grinned and quickly returned downstairs.
Waiting at the bottom, “I sent Sarah to call the others. What is going on?” Saadra questioned, her voice sounding worried.
“Rember that discussion we had a while ago after the tax collection? It’s ti. We can’t stay here anymore, and neither can the villagers. The aggregating forces are amassing too close to us already, and if we stay, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to protect you all.” With the solemn answer, he could see the sudden turmoil within the young lady. Their new life had just begun, and it was already ti to move again. “Do you understand, Saadra?”
“Y-yes. I will go pack right now and help the others when they get back.” She replied, walking past him and up the stairs.
“Should we be worried?” An aged man was staring at him. It was Diller, a regular of the establishnt and the person he had almost gotten into a scuffle with--when he and Kaidus first arrived in Esperen.
“I asked Elond to gather the other guards. I’ll speak when they’re here.” Vick replied, sitting down by himself at one of the vacant tables.
“Fuck, don’t tell those bastards are back for more of our stocks? How do they expect us to survive the coming rinol?” One of the custors pondered out loud.
“Those will be the least of your worries once the southern army cos.” Vick replied dryly, knowing full well that his assertions would infuriate them.
Ever since learning about the south’s conscription of able bodied n, he had been advocating for the abandonnt of the village. Jarnlan, a large town to the north had beco the focal point of recruitnts, and rumors were now coming through—via traveling rchants--that Karpes had begun to follow. It would only be a matter of ti before Esperen was embroiled in the events taking place.
“You keep saying that, outsider, but what do you actually know?” Another man questioned. “Even if they do co- actually, I say let them co! I would love to see them try and steal what we do not have. See them take what they have already stolen. There is nothing of worth here for them.”
“Your lives.”
The room went silent.
“Puh- AHahahahhaa!” A chorus of laughter quickly shattered the silence. “Yea, because them boys with spears and swords have nothing better to do than to tornt folks like us. Esperen was unaffected the last ti there was a war, and as we have already paid our dues, I see no reasons for them co after us this ti either.”
The room’s pointless chattering began again. In silence, Vick quietly waited by himself.
…
A number of girls returned and promptly went upstairs to pack on his instructions, yet those they were waiting for never arrived as noon slipped away.
Eventually, *Blam!* the door to the inn slamd open, and one of the n they had been waiting for burst inside. “Everyone! We’ve got trouble!”
“Trouble?” Diller questioned, and shot a glance at Vick.
“They’re coming from the western road! A group of them!”
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All eyes looked to him accusingly. “That’s impossible… there’s no way that they noticed .” Vick stood up from the table and without another word, bolted out of the inn.
…
By the ti he arrived at the village entrance, there was already a large group of strangers there. Numbering a little more than a dozen, they were ard and shouting indiscriminately while holding one of the village’s guardsn at sword point. Along with the group, many people had also gathered near the entrance including those he had called for earlier.
“H-help ! Please!” The hostage scread.
“Yes, please do help him.” A man with short black hair stepped forward and scanned the line of villagers. Better equipped than the others, he was wearing a set of almost pristine plate armor with only minor dents and scratches. “All we’re asking for is so food and supplies to help feed and strengthen our forces. Share with us what you have, and we shall leave peacefully.”
“The King’s n have already taken what little we had! We’ve nothing more to give!” A lanky woman holding a child in her arms scread from the side, followed by a number of resounding echoes from the others.
The armored man looked back to their hostage. “It seems they do not value you.”
“P-Please! I- I don’t want to die! Please!” The terrified guard begged again as his captor placed the sword against his neck, holding back only enough to not break through flesh.
“On behalf of the esteed Lady Inareh, all your provisions are now property of the newly ford Southern Guards. Surrender what has been requested of you, or have it taken by force.”
“What Lady Inareh?! We’ve just paid our dues to the Countess of the south!!”
“The Countess has recently vacated her position. Lady Inareh is in now charge, and she is demanding your loyalty.”
“This- This is robbery! You can’t do this! No!” A man cried out angrily against the abuse.
Having heard enough, a lone shadow shot out of the crowd of onlookers toward the group. Like an arrow he passed the armored man before anyone could react, and from a low angle, his azurite swords flashed upward followed by a piercing cry that tore through the area. “Run!” Vick commanded as the severed hand and sword plopped to the ground. Seeing the witless fool frozen and motionless, he grabbed the guard’s collar with his left hand and forcefully pulled the man away. Flicking his sword out before him, he barely managed to defend against an axe swing from the front.
“M-MY hand!! You cut off my hand!!” There was a loud roared of agony along with the sound of heavy panting and panic.
Swerving away from the frontal assaults that were coming at him, Vick quickly arched his body back to evade a horizontal slice from behind as the armored man attempted to take his head. Using the evasive maneuver, he planted his free hand on the ground and kicked back with his legs for a backflip while at the sa ti delivering a counter to the man’s chest plate. The slash forced the man back a step, buying himself enough ti to quickly regain his footing and reposition himself against the group. Twisting his azurite sword into a reverse grip, he drew his second one and lowered his stance. “You’ve no more hostages. Tend to your wounded and leave.”
“Ngggghnn! Guu- You piece of- Fuck!!” The one handed man cried out, trembling with pain and anger as the others attempted to stop the bleeding.
“You drew you weapons with the intent to kill. You should have expected nothing less.” He warned with a sharp glare to the group.
“A swordsman?” The armored man felt along the gash that had been inflicted on his chest plate without taking his eyes off of Vick. “You movents are surprising, but do you think you can fight us all?” Keeping his composure, the man lowered the tip of his longsword to the ground and changed into a two handed grip. He slowly edged his left foot forward, preparing himself for a death strike as the others drew around him.
Seeing the aggressive formation, “Get back!” Vick shouted to the villagers and quickly adjusted his own stance to better dodge and counter the incoming blows. Judging from their attacks and reactions to his own earlier, he easily outclassed all of them and should be able to win. Yet, from the look in their eyes, he was not their target.
“Go ho! All of you!!” Diller’s voice ca from behind and for once, he was glad to see the unruly man. Carrying clubs and wood splitting axes, four of them ca to his assistance. “Took you all- Tch!” Evading to his right, Vick skillfully dodged a sudden downward slash from the front. “Whatever you do, don’t let them through!” He shouted as another attack ca from below. Occupied against two attackers, the others quickly rushed past him, moving after Diller’s group and the villagers.
‘Fuck!’ He cried out internally as his counter attack against the armored man simply slid off.
Without flinching this ti, the man barreled into Vick and forced Vick back a few steps. With all his might and pull on his longsword, the man twisted his body and sent an arching swing at Vick’s side.
*Tiiing!*
tal scread against tal as Vick was forced to use both his swords to block the attack. His body shook with the force of the blow, and the second attacker quickly lunged at him. Instead of retreating, Vick lowered himself and pushed the armored man’s sword upward, allowing himself to dash under. Releasing his defensive hold against the longsword, he swiftly spun around and imdiately threw a slash behind him with his left.
There was the sound of his sword scraping tal briefly as it moved through its horizontal arch, and then the ever familiar sensation of sharp steel going through leather and flesh.
Unfazed by the attack, the armored man lurched forward as his partner’s chest was sliced into. With sure footings, he angled his sword before him into a powerful thrust.
Bringing his freehand forward, Vick barely managed to deflect the thrust as it grazed the left side of his stomach. With his right keeping the man’s sword at bay, he twisted his body and brought his left sword up against the armored man’s neck.
“CEASE YOUR ACTIONS!” A voice bellowed through the sound of fighting and screaming. Before them, two of the villagers had been caught and were being dragged forward with a knife to their necks. “Drop your weapons or they die!”
“You idiot! What are you doing here?!” Diller scread in anger, seeing that one of the two was his wife.
Vick looked back to the armored man and there was a grin on the man’s face, a smugness that was daring him to keep going. Glancing around him, two of the n who had co to help were on the ground bleeding, and another one was already dead. Diller was the only one who still looked to have so fight left in him, but with his wife a hostage, the situation was looking quite dire.
“I will not repeat myself! Drop your weapons!” Another threat.
Having seen plenty of hostage situations, Vick tightly held onto his sword as he struggled to solve the disaster. By attacking first he had orchestrated the entire situation. Yet, there had been no two ways to go about it in the first place. From the rumors of what has been happening to the other villages, there were no circumstances where blood wasn’t spilled whether the people had willingly given up their possessions, or had them taken by force.
“I’ll give you a choice. Lower your sword, and I will put in a good word for you with the Southern Guards. Kill , and my n will slay as many as they can before you can get to them.” The armored man threatened with a smile on his face.
‘I can only save one of them...’ Vick thought as he judged the distance between himself and the hostages. A good ten strides away, if he took them by surprise, it might be possible to disarm one of the n before they plunge their knives into the hostages. He shot a glance at Diller who had already drop his club, and with very little options, Vick slowly lowered his sword.
*Zwssssh!* sothing sliced through the air and one of the n holding the hostages grunted before falling to the ground.
Turning his head, Vick caught the gleam of tal as another arrow flew straight for the second kidnapper. The sound of footsteps ca from--the village entrance--behind them, and he turned to see another group of ard n charging in their direction. Another arrow zipped by, picking off soone else. Following the path of the projectiles, he spotted a portly man staggering behind the group. Bow in hand, the man had already knocked and drawn his weapon again.
“Do not let any of them escape!” At the front of the group, a tall man with short blonde hair and an unkempt beard was shouting loudly. In his hand, the man was carrying what appeared to be the empty hilt of a sword.
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