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Honor.
Disgusting.
I spit upon this sentiment. (Spits)
I watched a dear friend for the second time claim that honor drove them to challenge a foe to one on one combat. And for a second time I watched a friend, a brother, struck down while I did nothing due to their honor.
I will not do that again.
I don’t understand. Why on earth would you fight alone when a literal contingent of allies will fight alongside you?? We are STRONGER together.
I’m angry.
I’m angry that we were driven from our home by fools who believed what they were told at face value. A value that was presented by literal warmongering purists who have been destroying the land and lives with abandonment.
I’m angry that my superiors did not fight harder.
I’m angry that I didn’t take command sooner when I had a tactic that could have succeeded.
I’m angry that I was stopped from attacking mister champion Rousseau as soon as I realized it was the same man who hurt Menry.
I’m so d@mn angry and hurt that I couldn’t recover the Lam when we were overrun. That I could only provide an hour of protection to it with a barrier, hoping it deterred the enemy from going back to harm it. Oh, Poet and Hanu.
I’m angry that we’re about to bring more danger to my first home on this world, Haven.
Take your honor and drown it.
Drown them all.
It’s been too long since I’ve bathed in the salty waters, too long since I’ve sang with friends.
My scythe thirsts and so do I.
When I fight next, it won’t be for honor.
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Our small band makes it to the cover and safety of the forest. We take stock.
Marcus and Kelora captured.
All of our buildings, extra gear, storehouses… left behind.
Our creatures, set free to flee.
Simon gathers us to let us know he knew we might be overwhelmed and made the call to employ a tactical retreat. That we made ourselves a target for the Royce forces to be able to move in a greater position while we were the focus of the house of Rousseau.
My captain, knew this might happen, and did not tell me… his lance corporal.
I’m angry.
Everyone is wounded. I gather and HEAL, my last healing spell till I rest. But it’s not enough so… Magic Mimic, HEAL! Which gets everyone in a better position to travel.
Simon gets us in a formation to start the journey to Haven.
He sends Sulian to advance as a scout with Gladius, our new recruit.
Then he leads Bruzog, Z, Lumerias, Willow, Zelzor, Hilde, and I take the rear. Such a small party. Such a small force left to defend our home… and we failed.
I am tasked with hiding our footsteps which I do through singing to nature to cover our trail. I hang back from the group to sing for my song is not it’s normal timbre. My song has a darker, solemn sound, in a minor key. My song speaks of sadness, broken trusts, lost faith in habitants of this world. I NEED THE SEA and my family…
This war is affecting me. Making my primal side emerge.
What’s that?!
I hear a sound nearby coming from my right. I smell the salty sweat of a person. I take a hidden position and sing my song of Luring… the first song a siren learns.
“🎶Come to me, the light is quickly fading. Take my hand and lead me to elation.🎶”
My teeth sharpen, my pupils slit, my hunger intensifies.
They’re drawn close, stepping through foliage. I’m ready… to feed.
“Zelzor??” I stop myself and my song.
He snaps out of it.
“Raine? Was it your song I heard?”
“Yes, sorry about that. Why were you not with the others?”
“I uh… went to… uh… relieve myself in the woods, and got turned around.”
“You did, yes! It’s dangerous in these woods by yourself! Here’s their trail, get back to the group while I cover our tracks.” I snap out at him.
“Hmph.” He walks on.
… breathe. I could have attacked him.
Was I going to feed on him?
It takes the day, but we arrive on the outskirts of Haven in the night.
Bruzog at one point comes to check on me, but I just grunt and tell him I need to concentrate and that he was distracting me. Confused he return to walking with the main party.As we approach Haven, Roland is on watch for the town and sees and recognizes us. He sends Simon and Bruzog to their guardhouse to report, sends us all to one of the community housing facilities they’ve newly built when the war started. And I peel away to the tavern. To Molly Mavis and my other friends who work there.
I go around back to the kitchen entrance. Kebi is scrubbing down a huge pot and humming to themself in the corner, I begin to tear up, Molly Mavis steps through the swinging door before I reach it, sees me, and opens her arms wide. I collapse into her embrace and let the painful tears pour out. I feel Kebi embracing me as well. We stand there. And for the first time in weeks, and just for a moment, I feel safe.
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