09-30-2015, 12:26 PM
Yuri was just about to meet up with the rest of the raiding party at the center of the town when a sharp whistle reached his ears. His head whirled around.
“Hey! How far has the glory of Lycia fallen that her own soldiers rape and pillage their own?”
“Who’s there?!” A Keeper behind Yuri stepped in front of him and held his spear out towards the source of the noise. “Show yourselves!”
Yuri watched as his compatriot churned up a light spell and hurled it into the trees. He caught a glimpse of three… no, four figures. Their hoods were up, but the light allowed him to pick out a couple of faces – a young girl with red hair, and an older man with a beard. As the light dissipated, the other Keeper began to run towards them.
“Keepers of Sanctity!” he cried in as authoritative a voice as he could manage. “Hands up! Stay where you are!”
Just then, Yuri felt someone shove him from behind.
“After them, you fool!” It was Inquisitor Faulkner, stumbling past to pursue the figures. “We’re all done here, let’s move!”
“Aye!” Yuri ran after Faulkner, and the three enforcers of the church were on the heels of the group. He saw the two in front of him prepare spells to light the way, and instinctively tried to do the same. His spearpoint shimmered briefly, but did not glow.
“Come on!” he sputtered to himself. He slowed to a stop, trying to channel his faith. Faith in Saint Elimine, faith in his beliefs, faith in the path he had chosen…
Nothing.
Defeated, Yuri gave up. He started running again, following the beacons of the other two as they hunted down the heckling travelers.
“Hey! How far has the glory of Lycia fallen that her own soldiers rape and pillage their own?”
“Who’s there?!” A Keeper behind Yuri stepped in front of him and held his spear out towards the source of the noise. “Show yourselves!”
Yuri watched as his compatriot churned up a light spell and hurled it into the trees. He caught a glimpse of three… no, four figures. Their hoods were up, but the light allowed him to pick out a couple of faces – a young girl with red hair, and an older man with a beard. As the light dissipated, the other Keeper began to run towards them.
“Keepers of Sanctity!” he cried in as authoritative a voice as he could manage. “Hands up! Stay where you are!”
Just then, Yuri felt someone shove him from behind.
“After them, you fool!” It was Inquisitor Faulkner, stumbling past to pursue the figures. “We’re all done here, let’s move!”
“Aye!” Yuri ran after Faulkner, and the three enforcers of the church were on the heels of the group. He saw the two in front of him prepare spells to light the way, and instinctively tried to do the same. His spearpoint shimmered briefly, but did not glow.
“Come on!” he sputtered to himself. He slowed to a stop, trying to channel his faith. Faith in Saint Elimine, faith in his beliefs, faith in the path he had chosen…
Nothing.
Defeated, Yuri gave up. He started running again, following the beacons of the other two as they hunted down the heckling travelers.
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