January 11, 795 TR
Lenishin rose from his seat. "It is good to see that you have chosen the right path. The last village that did not have your prudence no longer exists." He offered his hand to the ruler of the town.
The trembling man hastily took it, for fear of making the foreigner angry. The news of the destruction of the previous town had reached them just before the ambassador from the Refvin tribe. A quick meeting of the wealthiest citizens led to the decsision to support them instead of being destroyed. "We are glad you have chosen us to help you. We have sent messengers to the neighboring towns, telling them of this opportunity."
"Excellent. When will their answers be expected?"
"I expect their return within a week." Gradii began to sweat, thinking of the death that would surely befall him if his men did not return with good news.
"Send someone to the camp when their answers come. Yor instructions will come soon. Your cooperation is appreciated." Lenishin swept out of the room, leaving the fearful ruler.
Reji'nik would be glad that this town chose to follow them. Of course, their continued allegience would be required. With that in mind, the barbarian ruler had erected the crucified corpses of the previous village above the main road of the town. That would keep them in check.
[OOC: I'm assuming that the ambassador is here with a small guard of warriors. Is that incorrect?]
Serra seemed to have gotten very involved with whatever was going on in this "Rules Mill", some type of drinking establishment it seemed. Kiara shrugged. She decided that barbarians were probably not the best thing in the world and resolved to do something about them.
After quite some time, she walked outside and discovered that the barbarians had, seemingly, walked inside as had the other folk. There were however, some rather greusome corpses being displayed in the middle of the town.
She noted one barbarian swiftly exiting a rather large, town-hallish-looking building. Kiara jogged up to meet him.
"Uh, hullo there. I take it you're some type of barbarian, eh? I just arrived here, and was wondering if you could possibly tell me what is up, particularly in the center of town? What happened to those poor sods? Did you throw down some barbarian wrath on them or something like that? That sounds absolutely dreadful. I'm sure the story is long and involved, but I honestly have some spare time. Do you suppose you could tell me about them, then?
OOC: Yeah, one assumes that Lenishin would have his elite guard with him, even though he is more than capable of fending off attacks.
"Simply put, they did not agree with us. Fortunately, your town did not make that mistake. This will not happen to you as long as you continue your allegience to us."
Bah, after reading Torlax's last post, I have to change the date above. This now should say November 11, 794 TR. I thought there would be some time-screwing going on.
Kiara tried to decide whether to be pissed at the pretentious primitive or to be pleased that such an excellent oppurtunity had arisen. She wasn't quite sure whether or not she were capable of singlehandedly conquering these fellows, but regardless that would be a tremendous waste of time. She would likely be better served to join the barbarians, as this fellow in front of her seemed to imply that they were making some sort of sweeping campaign aroung the land. By this point she had started to remember what she was supposed to be doing, though she still couldn't quite recall how she got to be in the forest.
"Yes, well, hmmm. I'm wondering -- would it be possible for me to fight in your forces? I'm somewhat in need of work at the moment, and all of this killing and maiming you do sounds like dreadful fun."
Lenishin looked at the young woman. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Do you think that you would be able to fight with the men?"
"I believe that I could keep up."
"Very well, you will be tested. If you can beat my tests, you will be allowed to join."
OOC: Umm, not knowing what to do now. What are her capabilities. The next part can't be written until I know that. And I'm glad about the brisk posting!
She can pass whatever tests you put in front of her. She's missing a lot of her memory (it is slowly coming back), but she is actually quite powerful. Physically, she is strong, but not extraordinarily so. She is familiar with the art of fighting. Most importantly, she has quite some access to magic. She will not "cast spells", but when/if the need arises, she will instinctually augment her actions w/ magical force. Magic enhanced movements, enhanced reflexes in the face of danger, etc. Kind of like a Saiyan, but more reactive. I'm not sure I want to open that can of worms, though. :)
Anything else you particularly need to know? I prefer to shed light on char. information in stories, but if you need info, I can provide it. Ditto on the brisk posting.
"Tests, eh? Sounds fair to me. Bring it on."
Lenishin, Kiara, and three of his guards stood atop a hill outside the town. From their vantage point, they could see the crucified corpses above the village. The barbarian diplomat began speaking. "Three tests will be prepared. Pass them, and you have a job. The first test is quite simple. Take this sword and remove all the branches from that tree. But there cannot be a scratch on the trunk of the tree."
Kiara smiled at the massive man. "That's all you want me to do?"
"This is merely the first test. It will show your profecieny in swords."
"What are the second and third tests?"
Lenishin was inwardly humored by the ambitious girl in front of him. She could be one of the greatest warriors in the world, if only commanded correctly. "Since you ask, the second test is a bit more difficult. You must defeat one of my soldiers in unarmed combat."
"I can do that. What's three?" Kiara knew she could easily pass the tests that were presented to her.
"The third test is to take the defeated guard's place. To do that, you will have to kill him. If you would like a weapon to do so, we can provide it. But remember, if you do not pass the tests, you will lose your life for wasting our time. Do you still wish to proceed?"
OOC: Your turn. I don't know her well enough to fill this part in. The barbarian she will go up against is just your decent warrior, nothing special. He has a little bit of armor on. Have fun.
"You betcha." Lenishen handed her the sword for the first test. Kiara looked at the sword, then looked at the tree, then looked at the morning sun, then looked at Lenishen.
Kiara looked at the evening sun, looked at the branchless tree, and looked at Lenishen. She shrugged. "Slow but steady wins the race, no? Now, where is that poor warrior fellow whose mortal coil I'm supposed to shake loose?"
"He should be here any minute now." He was, in fact, and the opponants squared off against eachother. The barbarian made the first move, sweeping his broadsword down diagonally. Kiara attempted to parry the blow with the dulled sword she was still holding. She managed to deflect the blow, but the barbarian's subtle blade split her own pathetic weapon in twain.
Kiara muttered under her breath. The barbarian prepared to dispatch his latest victim. A thrust of his blade almost caught her, but at the last second she dropped swiftly to the ground, and rolled out of the way. The barbarian snorted. He hadn't been expecting her to put up any resistance at all, but now that he knew what to look out for it was only a matter of a few yards and a swipe of the sword. When he tried to move however, he felt his strength disappear. His breath caught in his throat and did not come loose, inhibited by the severed sword point which Kiara had thrown into his neck.
"Well," she got up, "that was invigorating. Now, when do I get the official barbarian decoder ring?"
Lenishin was suprised that one of his warriors had been dispatched so easily. This girl was talented, he could tell that. Fighters come in all shapes and sizes, and this was proof of this. She would be a fantastic addition to the Elite Guard, as long as she could be trusted.
"Well done! I must say, I did not expect you to win, much less with such ease. Follow me, I'll give you armor and weapons if you wish. We will return to camp, and I will introduce you to our leader, Reji'nik."
"Sounds like great fun! This whole 'death-and-destruction' thing is really working out! Oh, one more question. What's the per capita income for the Elite Guard? I'm kind of in need of monetary funds."
Lenishin grew humored by the ambition of the young woman. He was beginning to like her. With her loyalties lying with his forces, she would become a great help. "You keep most of the loot you take when we invade the Southlands. You don't have any moral qualms about pillaging, do you?"
"Little ol' me? Of course not! I'm all for it!"
"Fantastic. Let's go, we're returning to camp." He motioned to his guards who would accompany them. In the background, the town remained whole, with the addition of crucified corpses to the town square. Their loyalties were in the right place.