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The wall loomed ahead. Erin continued to plod along, clank of heavy armor the only companion for miles. Every square inch of his impressive and imposing frame was encased in steel so that only a narrow slit for his eyes showed any flesh at all.
The perfect avatar of Her Justice. Even if the faithful could not see it.
Aside from the burden slung over his shoulder whose shallow breath was a counterpoint to his own deeper, he was alone. His legs were weary, his back ached for more than the scars carved into it. He had carried the woman for a day now, careful to keep her away from the great blade on his back. His arms would tremble if he had to pick that great slab of steel up and wield it.
Armor splashed with burgundy, the scent of old blood and sweat curling round him in the dead air of the woods. The blade, too, was painted in dried crimson and worse. Its edge notched and scored and blunted with years of use in the name of the Lady. His horse lay dead behind him. The stallion had been bartered for the life of the woman. Of course, what that really meant was that he had to choose between his companion and transportation and another human being.
As if there was any question which he would pick. He was afoot now, after all.
The road into Vel Cirak was empty at this hour, twilight nipping at his heels. Ahead, the lesser city glowed; lanterns and candles lit to keep the darkness at bay, the wall protecting Vel Anir from the outside world ablaze with light. The disgraced inquisitor stopped in the road at a rise, and looked upon the gates. Civilization lie ahead of him. It had been a long time since he had last set foot in civilized lands. He was not entirely certain how he felt about it.
Here was deceit and lawlessness. How could it be otherwise? Even among Her own halls, the wicked had managed to sow their seeds.
Even so, the heretics had found themselves a nest out in the wilderness too. It was that which concerned him now; those that would prey upon the weak. If they could reside so close to a city, then there were greater troubles present. But perhaps he could gather information here and then return to mete out the justice of the Lady himself.
But first, he had to find a place to take his unwanted charge. She would need help. He could not give it to her...but he could make it so others did not join her in her fate.
Unseen grimace, Erin continued on toward the city. Questions, answers...and retribution lie in his future. Hopefully not trouble with the men on the gate, but that was one problem for the near future and not for now.
The perfect avatar of Her Justice. Even if the faithful could not see it.
Aside from the burden slung over his shoulder whose shallow breath was a counterpoint to his own deeper, he was alone. His legs were weary, his back ached for more than the scars carved into it. He had carried the woman for a day now, careful to keep her away from the great blade on his back. His arms would tremble if he had to pick that great slab of steel up and wield it.
Armor splashed with burgundy, the scent of old blood and sweat curling round him in the dead air of the woods. The blade, too, was painted in dried crimson and worse. Its edge notched and scored and blunted with years of use in the name of the Lady. His horse lay dead behind him. The stallion had been bartered for the life of the woman. Of course, what that really meant was that he had to choose between his companion and transportation and another human being.
As if there was any question which he would pick. He was afoot now, after all.
The road into Vel Cirak was empty at this hour, twilight nipping at his heels. Ahead, the lesser city glowed; lanterns and candles lit to keep the darkness at bay, the wall protecting Vel Anir from the outside world ablaze with light. The disgraced inquisitor stopped in the road at a rise, and looked upon the gates. Civilization lie ahead of him. It had been a long time since he had last set foot in civilized lands. He was not entirely certain how he felt about it.
Here was deceit and lawlessness. How could it be otherwise? Even among Her own halls, the wicked had managed to sow their seeds.
Even so, the heretics had found themselves a nest out in the wilderness too. It was that which concerned him now; those that would prey upon the weak. If they could reside so close to a city, then there were greater troubles present. But perhaps he could gather information here and then return to mete out the justice of the Lady himself.
But first, he had to find a place to take his unwanted charge. She would need help. He could not give it to her...but he could make it so others did not join her in her fate.
Unseen grimace, Erin continued on toward the city. Questions, answers...and retribution lie in his future. Hopefully not trouble with the men on the gate, but that was one problem for the near future and not for now.