"I don't think that I will be in need of any of the same items as you, Kifu, so, search away. If you do find any interesting materials that would benefit me, please, let me know and I will use them appropriately." Jethera told the Witch Doctor as he rumaged through his knapsacks. He pulled out a dark colored rock and gather brush from the surrounding areas and started to make a small fire for warmth and other needs. Jethera, then took a large lether-bound tome and opened it about halfway. He started to read from it turning pages upon their completion.
Warick watched Donsro and the Witch Doctor. "That Kifu is an odd guy." The warrior said to no one in particular.
Looks like that's the last of those damned villagers. Thought Warick as he took off his helmet revealing a vertical scar across his left eye. I should really get rid of this thing, keeps weighing me down. He thought, staring down at his helmet. He found some shade under a tree and sat down opening his bag "Good thing I still have a bit of bread," the man whispered. "Brothers! Any of you need some food or drink?" Warick asked showing the bread and water to the weary group.
Finally reaching the top of the hill, Viktor saw the gruesome sight before him. The stench of rotting corpses filled the air and was so vile that Viktor clutched his chest as he convulsed and threw up. Viktor quickly regained his composure and began walking closer to the fire that was emanating.
"What has happened here?" Viktor inquired to the other members. "These humans are not even worthy of our strengths." Viktor looked disgusted at first. He walked through the piles of dead bodies, investigating them to try and figure out what has happened before his arrival. That is when he saw a young man, slain on the ground. "rest now my child" Viktor said quietly as he shut the soldiers eyes and crossed his arms.
Just then he saw Kifu and Donsro ravaging through the dead bodies. "What do you think you two are doing?" Viktor asked with disgust in his voice.
"I must know what is going on here?" Viktor said to himself. "There has to be a reason for this. I have Faith that Jamis and Buliwyf would not have us slay innocent people."
Viktor returned to the fire that Jethera had started and was eager to hear their answer to this horrific sight. Inquisitive of all the other members who had taken part of this massacre, Viktor was still clueless to the scene that lay before him.
Kifu returned to the camp fire after retrieving a few rotting body parts that he tucked away in his pouch. "Don't worry Father, they won't need these where they are going. hehehe". Kifu looked at Viktor with no remorse to be had.
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Jamis lay in silence as the multitude of questions flooded over him, an incoherent rabblement to his ears. His eyes wandered, his throat burned with dryness, and his pulse lingered.
Still alive, he told himself. But barely.
Finally the crowd began to dissipate as the realization struck that few of them knew enough to help their fallen leader. Jamis didn't mind. A little peace and quiet was a welcome respite to the clash and clatter of battle - not to mention the post-fight chatter.
"Where is Buliwyf?" he mumbled at last as the last of his friends moved away, heading off to examine the field. "Where is my brother?"
Lento approached Buliwyf's body on the rock, he grabbed him by the shoulders and shoke him.
"Buliwyf! Wake up! Hey! Hey!"
"Do not shake me like that. You will open my wounds." Buliwyf said wearily.
Lento called over several others and the placed Buliwyf onto a makeshift stretcher and proceeded with due haste to the nearest medical tent.
"We don't have to do this." Buliwyf cried. "Put me down I can walk"
"Do not move, you are injured." Lento replied.
"That hurts blast it! I said that hurts!" groaned Buliwyf as a priest tented to his wounds.
"It will heal faster with out the aid of pain killing medicine, so be patient." said the priest running the tent as he tended to Buliwyf's wounds. "That should be it."
"What kind of man is he?" the priest thought to himself. "A person so badly injured should not even be conscious"
The priest turned around to face Lento, and cleaned his hands of blood with a cloth.
"So how is he?" ask Lento.
"Well nothing serious that he will die." replied the priest. "But he needs complete rest."
"Complete rest?" asked Lento.
"Bah." scoffed Buliwyf. "I will lie idly in bed like an old man, not where there is battles to be fought."
"Do not be foolish!" yelled the priest. "If you do that, I cannot guarantee you will live."
"Guarantee I will live?" said Buliwyf "I have never heard of any guarantees in battle."
"I do not care anymore. Do what you will." the priest said as he left the tent.
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Warick heard yelling from the medical tent across the field. Whats going on over there? He wondered, but quickly dismissed it. He looked over at his fallen leader. He can't die..... He just can't, he has to pull through
As Warick stared at the wounded brother he saw that he began to speek and move a bit. Quickly Warick got up and ran to his comerades side. "Here, brother. Drink." Warick commanded as he held the cantene out towards Jamis.
Jamis' vision began to coalesce, the blurs becoming recognizeable forms again. He saw the armoured form of Warick bent over him, holding something out towards him.
"Here, brother. Drink."
Jamis gladly took the canteen and emptied its contents down his burning throat. He looked down at his wound, a rough field dressing wrapped over it. In the distance he could see the others standing around, talking, looking very much without a purpose. One, a woman - Kira, he thought - was moving towards him and Warick.
"Where is Buliwyf?" asked Jamis, calmly. "Why is he not out there with the men?"
Warick looked at Jamis and thought the worst I didn't even notice the he was gone..... oh he will be crushed if his brother did not make it through.
"I'm sure he is fine," Warick lied. "I will go and search. Do not worry, brother. If he got himself into any trouble he is more than skilled to get himself out of it." Warick said as he began to turn and make his way to the medical tent that he heard yelling at earlier.
Once he reached the tent he saw a familliar warrior sitting up in his stretcher looking frusturated, holding his side where a deep wound was under a thick gauze wrapping. "Buliwyf," Warick called out, "your brother is very worried, you need to make your way back towards the battlefield, quckly."
As Kira approaches Jamis she hears him ask about his brother and then Warrick gets up and runs toward the medical tent.
"Lento has taken him to the medical tent. He didn't seem too happy to be going there either", she laughed. She glanced at his wounds and said "you look like you need to go there as well." She handed him her canteen and thoughtf, hopefully one of the priests will come over and give him a look over, I don't think I should attempt to move him myself.
As he drinks she looks out over the field and sees a few of the members filling their pockets with various things taken off the dead villagers. She sees Buti heading over and greets her with a nod as she arrives.
Buti examined his wounds and said they were not made with a poisonous weapon and that he should be ok then asks him, "So then, tell me again, why exactly are we fighting this war for the Tappas?" Her question was one she was wondering herself.
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Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Kifu got up from his seat and started dancing around the fire Jethera had started. Kifu felt lively with the foul stench of death in the air and a pouch full of fresh human body parts.
Kifu looked around at the other members of the burning blade. Many of them filled with wounds and some on the verge of death. Kifu couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of the fact that he emerged from battle woundless beside a stubbed toe due to his lack of foot wear.
Kifu once again saw jamis lying on the ground. He approached jamis and inspected his wounds. He could tell Jamis was still too injured to divoulge what was going on here. Looking at him puzzled Kifu said nothing to him and decided to let him be. He walked away from him still puzzled on what was to come next for this band of mercenaries.
Kifu returned to the fire and began to tell a story of the Torajan jungles and of his boyhood. "one time when I was 15 years old, I had ventured away from home to go discover more of the jungle. I had just passed through a thick bush when I heard a terrible growl. I pushed the bush in front of me over to the side and saw a leopard staring right back at me. The leopard must have been at least six feet tall and eight feet long. We continued in a deathly staring match for five hours straight; neither one of us giving into the other. Just when I thought the leopard was about to pounce I quickly threw on my mask and...." after a long drawn out pause, kifu turned away from the group and slid on his horrifying mask. He quickly turned back around towards the group and shouted at the top of his lungs "BOO!!". "hahahaha" Kifu dropped to the floor from laughing so hard at the other members reaction.
After regaining his composure Kifu looked at Kira tending to Jamis so attentively. Kifu thought to himself "hmm.. Possible romance is brewing between those two".
Then Mordwythe caught his attention. Kifu had noticed his eyes glow and had thought that he could possibly teach him how to meditate in order to help him gain clarity in his life.
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"So then, tell me again, why exactly are we fighting this war for the Tappas?"
Jamis swallowed one more gulp of the soothing liquid and opened his eyes. He examined the faces of those around him. Some were covered in anxiety and confusion, others were concerned, and still others looked surprised - probably for the same reason Jamis was surprised. The battle, if you could call it that, was much too easy. It worried Jamis. What if the force they had fought had not been the right one?
"It doesn't make sense," he mumbled.
Quickly realizing that that was not an answer to the question at hand, he cleared his throat and spoke again.
"We are fighting for the Tappas for the same reason we fight for anyone. Their grievance was just and their pay was good. We're mercenaries, that's what we do. You all know this."
He watched as some of the faces made conceding gestures.
"The Tappas employed us to aid them against the agressing Riddians who, for years, have repeatedly been attacking and pillaging the Tappans. They have burned crops, houses, and taken many prisoners. Such injustice cannot be allowed to continue. I believe this. Do not you all, too?"
Buliwyf tossed and turned in his bed. His body was like it was on fire.
"Where am I?" he asked himself looking around to see nothing but darkness. Soon the darkness gave way to a beam of light eminating from a castle in the distance.
"What is this? A castle?" he said as he made his way towards it, for lack of a better idea.
As he approached it's gate house a shadowy figure appeared before him. The nearer he got to the figure the more pronounced and less hazy it got. A creature of crimson skin, with wings as black as coal stood before him.
"Buliwyf. You have come as I knew you would" it spoke to him.
"How is it that you know my name demon?" Buliwyf called out.
"I know much about you and this place." spoke the demon.
"What is this place?" asked Buliwyf.
"A place of great power, one longing for a master. It calls your name." baded the demon.
"And what If I choose to walk away." Buliwyf cried out. "You hold no power over me, I am free to do as I please."
"It is your destiny, accept it!"
Buliwyf woke and jolt up.
"Just a dream" he said. "It was only a dream."
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Not many things broke Jethera from his reading as he knew that Jamis would be fine because the others already had been taking care of him. Rather than being another person to be in the way of Jamis, Jethera sat by and read.
Jethera closed his tome that he had been reading in order to listen to Kifu's story for more information of his companions was always an interest to Jethera. He listened intently to his story of the leopard in the jungles. As Kifu turned around with his pause, Jethera was drawn more into the story and startled by the Witch Doctor's mask.
Jethera had noticed people taking interest in Jamis' wounds and their attempts to help him, How can I help him too? I'm not healer or trained in any type of medical assistance Jethera thought to himself watching Kira and Jamis. Then, Jamis answered the question that had even been waiting in Jethera's mind.
"We are fighting for the Tappas for the same reason we fight for anyone. Their grievance was just and their pay was good. We're mercenaries, that's what we do. You all know this," Jamis told the group. What? It all doesn't make sense.The Ridians pillage the Tappans villages and kill their people, but the Ridians forces were weak. I have feelings that this might only be the tip of their forces. Jethera thought to himself before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. Getting their leader up and well again.
That's it! he though again. Jethera turned to his knapsacks and pulled out five books which he stacked off to the side. At last, he pulled out a much larger tome and sat it on his lap. "Friends, I may not be of assistance in healing our injured, but I can provide this," Jethera told them pointing to the large tome, "This here is the tome 'The Divine Healer' written by angels and passed from through the heavens down to us mortals to learn from." Jethera placed his hands upon the book and smiled to his comrades.
Mordwythe had almost reached the spot of Jamis' suffering body when he caught a brief flare from his peripheral vision. The man named Jethera had started a fire, and Mordwythe was drawn instinctively towards it. As he entered its warming and welcoming glow, he heard and saw the oddity that was Kifu displaying his peculiar, yet engaging, story-telling talent and, as the story was brought to a close and the punch line was given, noticed him looking thoughtfully in Mordwythe's own direction. He quickly averted his gaze and crouched before the fire, staring unabashedly into its stirring and billowing depths where the hottest and brightest power was surging forthwith.
In much the same way, he thought to himself, humanity is caught in a paradox, a mortal, unspectacular shell to house a brilliant mind, spirit, soul, and strength.
He glanced over at Jamis' form for but a moment, now being slowly eclipsed by some of the more caring and loyal members of the Burning Blade, and then looked away once more. Although, some men mistake their own strength for invulnerability and a shield from death. I am not a healer, but one should not be quite so foolish with one's injuries, even if they are not, indeed, fatal.
"So..haha... this is the mighty army that has been terrorizing the Tappas" Kifu replied to Jamis' answer. "These Tappas must be pretty weak if they could not stand up against this..haha.." Kifu continued to laugh at the idea that such an easy army could ever terrorize anyone. Then a puzzled look came over Kifu's face. "Maybe this was not the army we were meant to fight?" he thought to himself. He looked around at the other mercenaries trying to make sense of the other's reactions. "Either way this does not look well upon us" Kifu commented to the group. "we are mercenaries, yes, but we must have standards we stand by" Kifu reached into his pouch and pulled out his harvested body parts. "these are not worthy warriors" Kifu said as he dropped the rotting body parts onto the ground. "They were warriors..hahaha" Kifu laughed again "but they are no longer worthy to me." Kifu sat back down on the ground worried about the truth, the real truth.
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Looks like that's the last of those damned villagers. Thought Warick as he took off his helmet revealing a vertical scar across his left eye. I should really get rid of this thing, keeps weighing me down. He thought, staring down at his helmet. He found some shade under a tree and sat down opening his bag "Good thing I still have a bit of bread," the man whispered. "Brothers! Any of you need some food or drink?" Warick asked showing the bread and water to the weary group.
"What has happened here?" Viktor inquired to the other members. "These humans are not even worthy of our strengths." Viktor looked disgusted at first. He walked through the piles of dead bodies, investigating them to try and figure out what has happened before his arrival. That is when he saw a young man, slain on the ground. "rest now my child" Viktor said quietly as he shut the soldiers eyes and crossed his arms.
Just then he saw Kifu and Donsro ravaging through the dead bodies. "What do you think you two are doing?" Viktor asked with disgust in his voice.
"I must know what is going on here?" Viktor said to himself. "There has to be a reason for this. I have Faith that Jamis and Buliwyf would not have us slay innocent people."
Viktor returned to the fire that Jethera had started and was eager to hear their answer to this horrific sight. Inquisitive of all the other members who had taken part of this massacre, Viktor was still clueless to the scene that lay before him.
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Still alive, he told himself. But barely.
Finally the crowd began to dissipate as the realization struck that few of them knew enough to help their fallen leader. Jamis didn't mind. A little peace and quiet was a welcome respite to the clash and clatter of battle - not to mention the post-fight chatter.
"Where is Buliwyf?" he mumbled at last as the last of his friends moved away, heading off to examine the field. "Where is my brother?"
"Buliwyf! Wake up! Hey! Hey!"
"Do not shake me like that. You will open my wounds." Buliwyf said wearily.
Lento called over several others and the placed Buliwyf onto a makeshift stretcher and proceeded with due haste to the nearest medical tent.
"We don't have to do this." Buliwyf cried. "Put me down I can walk"
"Do not move, you are injured." Lento replied.
"That hurts blast it! I said that hurts!" groaned Buliwyf as a priest tented to his wounds.
"It will heal faster with out the aid of pain killing medicine, so be patient." said the priest running the tent as he tended to Buliwyf's wounds. "That should be it."
"What kind of man is he?" the priest thought to himself. "A person so badly injured should not even be conscious"
The priest turned around to face Lento, and cleaned his hands of blood with a cloth.
"So how is he?" ask Lento.
"Well nothing serious that he will die." replied the priest. "But he needs complete rest."
"Complete rest?" asked Lento.
"Bah." scoffed Buliwyf. "I will lie idly in bed like an old man, not where there is battles to be fought."
"Do not be foolish!" yelled the priest. "If you do that, I cannot guarantee you will live."
"Guarantee I will live?" said Buliwyf "I have never heard of any guarantees in battle."
"I do not care anymore. Do what you will." the priest said as he left the tent.
As Warick stared at the wounded brother he saw that he began to speek and move a bit. Quickly Warick got up and ran to his comerades side. "Here, brother. Drink." Warick commanded as he held the cantene out towards Jamis.
"Here, brother. Drink."
Jamis gladly took the canteen and emptied its contents down his burning throat. He looked down at his wound, a rough field dressing wrapped over it. In the distance he could see the others standing around, talking, looking very much without a purpose. One, a woman - Kira, he thought - was moving towards him and Warick.
"Where is Buliwyf?" asked Jamis, calmly. "Why is he not out there with the men?"
"I'm sure he is fine," Warick lied. "I will go and search. Do not worry, brother. If he got himself into any trouble he is more than skilled to get himself out of it." Warick said as he began to turn and make his way to the medical tent that he heard yelling at earlier.
Once he reached the tent he saw a familliar warrior sitting up in his stretcher looking frusturated, holding his side where a deep wound was under a thick gauze wrapping. "Buliwyf," Warick called out, "your brother is very worried, you need to make your way back towards the battlefield, quckly."
"Lento has taken him to the medical tent. He didn't seem too happy to be going there either", she laughed. She glanced at his wounds and said "you look like you need to go there as well." She handed him her canteen and thoughtf, hopefully one of the priests will come over and give him a look over, I don't think I should attempt to move him myself.
As he drinks she looks out over the field and sees a few of the members filling their pockets with various things taken off the dead villagers. She sees Buti heading over and greets her with a nod as she arrives.
Buti examined his wounds and said they were not made with a poisonous weapon and that he should be ok then asks him, "So then, tell me again, why exactly are we fighting this war for the Tappas?" Her question was one she was wondering herself.
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Kifu looked around at the other members of the burning blade. Many of them filled with wounds and some on the verge of death. Kifu couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of the fact that he emerged from battle woundless beside a stubbed toe due to his lack of foot wear.
Kifu once again saw jamis lying on the ground. He approached jamis and inspected his wounds. He could tell Jamis was still too injured to divoulge what was going on here. Looking at him puzzled Kifu said nothing to him and decided to let him be. He walked away from him still puzzled on what was to come next for this band of mercenaries.
Kifu returned to the fire and began to tell a story of the Torajan jungles and of his boyhood. "one time when I was 15 years old, I had ventured away from home to go discover more of the jungle. I had just passed through a thick bush when I heard a terrible growl. I pushed the bush in front of me over to the side and saw a leopard staring right back at me. The leopard must have been at least six feet tall and eight feet long. We continued in a deathly staring match for five hours straight; neither one of us giving into the other. Just when I thought the leopard was about to pounce I quickly threw on my mask and...." after a long drawn out pause, kifu turned away from the group and slid on his horrifying mask. He quickly turned back around towards the group and shouted at the top of his lungs "BOO!!". "hahahaha" Kifu dropped to the floor from laughing so hard at the other members reaction.
After regaining his composure Kifu looked at Kira tending to Jamis so attentively. Kifu thought to himself "hmm.. Possible romance is brewing between those two".
Then Mordwythe caught his attention. Kifu had noticed his eyes glow and had thought that he could possibly teach him how to meditate in order to help him gain clarity in his life.
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Jamis swallowed one more gulp of the soothing liquid and opened his eyes. He examined the faces of those around him. Some were covered in anxiety and confusion, others were concerned, and still others looked surprised - probably for the same reason Jamis was surprised. The battle, if you could call it that, was much too easy. It worried Jamis. What if the force they had fought had not been the right one?
"It doesn't make sense," he mumbled.
Quickly realizing that that was not an answer to the question at hand, he cleared his throat and spoke again.
"We are fighting for the Tappas for the same reason we fight for anyone. Their grievance was just and their pay was good. We're mercenaries, that's what we do. You all know this."
He watched as some of the faces made conceding gestures.
"The Tappas employed us to aid them against the agressing Riddians who, for years, have repeatedly been attacking and pillaging the Tappans. They have burned crops, houses, and taken many prisoners. Such injustice cannot be allowed to continue. I believe this. Do not you all, too?"
"Where am I?" he asked himself looking around to see nothing but darkness. Soon the darkness gave way to a beam of light eminating from a castle in the distance.
"What is this? A castle?" he said as he made his way towards it, for lack of a better idea.
As he approached it's gate house a shadowy figure appeared before him. The nearer he got to the figure the more pronounced and less hazy it got. A creature of crimson skin, with wings as black as coal stood before him.
"Buliwyf. You have come as I knew you would" it spoke to him.
"How is it that you know my name demon?" Buliwyf called out.
"I know much about you and this place." spoke the demon.
"What is this place?" asked Buliwyf.
"A place of great power, one longing for a master. It calls your name." baded the demon.
"And what If I choose to walk away." Buliwyf cried out. "You hold no power over me, I am free to do as I please."
"It is your destiny, accept it!"
Buliwyf woke and jolt up.
"Just a dream" he said. "It was only a dream."
Jethera closed his tome that he had been reading in order to listen to Kifu's story for more information of his companions was always an interest to Jethera. He listened intently to his story of the leopard in the jungles. As Kifu turned around with his pause, Jethera was drawn more into the story and startled by the Witch Doctor's mask.
Jethera had noticed people taking interest in Jamis' wounds and their attempts to help him, How can I help him too? I'm not healer or trained in any type of medical assistance Jethera thought to himself watching Kira and Jamis. Then, Jamis answered the question that had even been waiting in Jethera's mind.
"We are fighting for the Tappas for the same reason we fight for anyone. Their grievance was just and their pay was good. We're mercenaries, that's what we do. You all know this," Jamis told the group. What? It all doesn't make sense.The Ridians pillage the Tappans villages and kill their people, but the Ridians forces were weak. I have feelings that this might only be the tip of their forces. Jethera thought to himself before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. Getting their leader up and well again.
That's it! he though again. Jethera turned to his knapsacks and pulled out five books which he stacked off to the side. At last, he pulled out a much larger tome and sat it on his lap. "Friends, I may not be of assistance in healing our injured, but I can provide this," Jethera told them pointing to the large tome, "This here is the tome 'The Divine Healer' written by angels and passed from through the heavens down to us mortals to learn from." Jethera placed his hands upon the book and smiled to his comrades.
In much the same way, he thought to himself, humanity is caught in a paradox, a mortal, unspectacular shell to house a brilliant mind, spirit, soul, and strength.
He glanced over at Jamis' form for but a moment, now being slowly eclipsed by some of the more caring and loyal members of the Burning Blade, and then looked away once more. Although, some men mistake their own strength for invulnerability and a shield from death. I am not a healer, but one should not be quite so foolish with one's injuries, even if they are not, indeed, fatal.
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