Kleine began to climb down from her perch, this had been a really productive night. She had to meet with these people tonight, she couldn’t risk them moving and her losing them. She reached the ground shortly and began looking for a side door. She didn’t want to open the largest door, even though she could, because that might tip off any patrols nearby. Finding a Skrellit-sized door nearby (about two human heads taller than Ustris), she tried opening it, but it was stuck. Surprised, she gave it a little shove and felt something massive move on the other side of the door, she could hear things crashing down inside. Well it wasn’t a sneaky entrance, but she meant to make herself heard anyway. A little more effort and the door swung open far enough for her to step into the room, where she was greeted by sixty pairs of eyes staring at her.
“Erm, hello. Nice evening, isn’t it?” “Who are you?! How did you get past our barricade?!”
“Barricade? What do you- Oh.” She finally glanced over to what had been blocking the door, she counted at least two solid stone tables, a couple of crates that she could only guess had been filled with something, and two flabbergasted guards.
“Huh, I hadn’t realized I had become this strong. Did I really move all that?” She scratched at her head, how strong was Ustris if she had been able to move all of this?
“Tell us who you are or we will gut you!” She recognized the voice, it was the man who was talking to this group earlier. Kleine studied him, a wiry figure with gold hair. With his cloak thrown back, she could see how little he had eaten, his ribs were easily countable. He brandished one of those curved Skrellit swords, like the one she had used on that fateful day, although his grip on the sword was untrained and shoddy.
She gave a small sigh.
“My name is Kleine Feuersturm. I am a human Champion of the Ancient God Gilgamesh. I’ve come to take you to a safer place.” “Champion? Bah! I haven’t even heard of a God named Gilgamesh! You’re just a spy for the Skrellits! Guards kill- huh?!” He was cut off in the middle of his sentence by Kleine casually jumping over the crowd of people, landing right next to him.
“Did you know that you’re holding the sword wrong? If I hit it just so-“ she kicked the sword on the flat of the blade, an audible crack came from the man’s wrist,
“It breaks almost every bone in your wrist. That’s one of the few things I’ve learned from training over the past month.” The man sank to his knees clasping his wrist. She could see the tendons in his neck sticking out from clamping his jaw shut, he hadn’t cried out though. He had grit, she could give him that.
“It isn’t very nice trying to kill someone when you’ve just met, you haven’t even told me your name yet!” “V-Viktor.” He managed to get out through gritted teeth. Kleine noticed that the crowd had edged away from them, leaving a good gap between themselves and this crazy woman who assaulted their leader.
“There, that wasn’t so hard. As I was saying, I’ve come to take you to a safer place. It’s still in the city, we plan to make the Skrellits and we’ll need your help to do it.” “We? Who is we?”
“A safer place in the city? There isn’t one!”
“Making the Skrellits pay? How? They’ll kill us all!”
“There’s a God that made a human a Champion? Tell us about him!”
Kleine waited for the questions to pass, she knew that the crowd would die down eventually. She began looking over the warehouse, taking into stock what supplies they had. She noticed a couple of barrels with hilts sticking out of them, and another three with spears standing up in them. Even from her view they were in disrepair. That would have to be taken care of, but where would they get the wood for the spears? Where did that wood even come from? She noticed a small pile of litter near a corner of the room, and found it to be made of broken boxes and such. She fashioned a splint out of some of the pieces, breaking off what she didn’t need with her bare hands, and then offering it to Viktor. Viktor stared at it like it was a Skrellit, but he eventually took it. Kleine suspected he knew what she had done. In one fell swoop, she had proved her right to rule over his, and now this rabble would look to her. She could tell that Viktor definitely didn’t like it, but somehow she thought Ustris would be proud.
When the questions finally died down into silence, she turned to address the crowd.
“We must move you to a different warehouse, it’s about two city blocks away from here to the south. We need to move quickly and quietly. As to your other questions, well there’s another Champion like me. His name is Ustris Gayitu, some of you may know him, I don’t know.” A few heads in the crowd nodded at his name, apparently his name was known by some of the slaves.
“As to the God that Championed the both of us, well… His name is Gilgamesh, he is about as tall as four humans standing on each other’s shoulders, he looks like a human, and he’s madder than a beggar in the middle of this town.” “He’d have to be mad, to make Champions of humans.” Viktor said with a grimace on his face. He had wrapped his shattered wrist in the makeshift splint, but he would probably lose his use of that hand. Kleine was actually rather sorry she had to do that. She’d have to ask Jeeves if there was such a thing as healing magic later, it would give them the head start they needed if they were to take the other races down.
“Very. According to his own babbling he used to know pretty much everything, then he got trapped for a couple of thousands of years. He’s pretty angry about it. Anyway, we’ve spent too much time talking here. Everyone we need to move. We’ll go in small groups, I’m sure that we’ve been spotted by other members of my group by now, follow them to the warehouse in question and we’ll begin our next move against the Skrellits.” After a very frantic night of making sure everyone reached the abandoned warehouse, Kleine finally collapsed against a wall to take a small break. Even with most of her needs being taken care of automatically, she found it difficult to stay in high tension situations for more than a couple of hours. This entire night had been a test of her will and stamina, and she was sure that more like it were to come. For now, she would wait for night and rest though. What would she do next though? And what would Ustris do?
Kleine
STR: 3 / ??
AGI: 12 / ??
CON: 4 / ??
WIS: 4 / ??
INT: 8 / ??
CHA: 8 / ??
Ustris
STR: 10 / ??
AGI: 5 / ??
CON: 8 / ??
WIS: 7 / ??
INT: 5 / ??
CHA: 4 / ??
Crystal Staff
SPD: 1
POW: 1
PRC: 2
Effects:
None
Crossbow
SPD: 1
POW: 1
PRC: 1
Effects:
Automatic Bolt Generation
Fire Armor (Evoke) (Limited)
Fire Ball (Evoke) (Projectile)
Expl. Bolt (Evoke) (Projectile) (Temporary)
Exp. Trap (Ritual) (Trap)
Alrt Trap (Ritual) (Trap)
Erth Wall (Ritual) (Fast)
Hrdn Erth (Ritual) (Perm)
OOC: Blegh, sorry this is so abysmally late. Payday, Dorf Fort, not being satisfied with how I wrote this... You know, the usual stuff.
Anyway, I think we'll get to more interesting stuff pretty soon, and Viktor will probably stay around for a while. He'll be more useful than Barnaby, to be sure. So what's our next plan of action?
(Also, being Charismatic means knowing the fastest way to peoples' hearts. She might not have been very diplomatic, but that would've bored most of these slaves anyway. They'd rather see something get done, and at that point Kleine got crap done.)
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