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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 10:22 pm
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While she’d been reassigned to a ‘lower’ rank (for now she told herself, just for now until she was ready to move up and try once more), Lan had been given the duties of the soldier. Fight. Train. Spar. Guard. Fight. Train. Spar. Guard. Fight. Train. Spar. Guard. It was rather monotonous but it was structured, rigid. While it did sting to take orders from those she had once ordered around, she had to. It was her new position, her new place among the clans.
A deep breath as a group came back from an outpost, she greeted them, noting down who had arrived, who had left, what they were bringing back. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Just a thing that she had to do to make sure no one was trying to sneak anything in that was more or less contraband. Like human food.
Which really wasn’t contraband and more Lan just abused the fact she could make horsemen throw away the day old pizza they’d bring back. The clans had no use for day old pizza. Besides, they didn’t need to eat anyway. Sighing as she let them pass with nothing new to report, she waited for someone else to arrive. Anyone interesting who could just breaks the routine. She liked it sure, but after a while you just needed a break.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 10:41 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 10:52 pm
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The arrival of a priestess was nothing new- but the manner which this one arrived was a touch unusual. She was not with a guardian, nor, did she look to have brought anything back with her indicative of having harvested FEAR. Tapping a finger to her chin Lan almost let the woman pass but- “Pardon.” It occurred to her that this might have been one of the ones who’d not have the chance to return since the sanctuary’s disbandment and the rise of the tower. If thatw as the case, then Lan did have her minor orders. Help such horsemen navigate the tower to their new home and enlighten them to what had occurred.
Though, in Lan’s opinion, anyone who failed to notice that death was no longer around was going to have to find that out on their own. Such news was not easy to say, much less to someone who might have been fond of him, the horsewoman being of death after all.
“I could not help but notice in your manner that you might not have been to the tower prior?” She motioned to the entry and the statues. They were odd, these symbols of old gods. “I have orders to guide those to their new residences, and… you also look like you might have questions for me perhaps?”
The notebook had not gone unnoticed after all. If the woman had looked like conquest Lan might have mistaken her for a scholar, (though the wings would have been a bit… odd given the fact that conquest did not have such things).
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 11:15 pm
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As the solider spoke Nereza looked at her with wide eyes before scribbling a small notation into the notebook. Everything that had occurred Nereza had written, it was like a journal or diary of things she had observed, new horseman, some of the halloweeners, anything she had found new and appealing. She would at times create little drawings of them too, making note of anything they wore and even the sound of their voice. There was really no reason to do it however, there was no requirements in keeping notes or writing in books, in the least not in the death clan. It merely made herself feel secure in a way like a security blanket only less childish looking.
Turning her attention back to the solider as she closed the notebook she shook her head slowly. “No…..” She replied difting off for a moment sstaring at the statues guarding the entrance making a mental note to return and to draw them each. “I mean no I haven’t been to the tower yet and yes I have questions. Several, but I believe most can be answered when I see the tower. I shall follow you then, yes?” Tucking the notebook under her arm she mustered a faint smile to the solider, ignoring the her nerves and excitement of this new home.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 11:38 pm
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In becoming a solider, Lan had to learn that not everyone was going to just up and listen to her and pay attention while doing so. She was not a noble, she did not command such authority anymore. She could not more command another than she could tell a plant to grow or a bird to swim. They might do it of their own will but not on her orders. Watching the woman write in her notebook as Lan talked irked the newly appointed soldier, but really, it wasn’t the end of the world.
No, the end of the world wasn’t set to come for a few more years at the least. They did have to plan that sort of thing after all. Well, plan and make sure hunters wouldn’t be there to much things up like they had in the past at any rate.
“I see.” Lan replied, not quite sure what to make of the horsewoman. “Well, ask away- I have my orders and I must do my duty as it were!” She stood a little taller, as if it gave her some aspect of authority. “The tower is our new home- follow me.” Through the portal to the chamber of gods, Lan shrugged. “Though this is more where we gather before heading out, the floors above are dedicated to the clans. Each clan has a floor, and each floor has room enough for us all. Well, provided one doesn’t mind that there are no longer islands or fences but now stairs between us all.” She giggled at her own joke. Islands between- ah it was a bad joke but she tried.
“Death is the last floor dedicated to the clans, but conquest is the first. Shall I show you conquest or would you rather we just make our way up to death? I am content with either way.” If they stopped in conquest she could grab a few sticky buns for a late snack.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 9:04 pm
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Nereza gave the solider a slightly disappointed look, the technically meant that she probably shouldn’t even attempt to pick a flower unless she wanted to spend the rest of the day worrying and feeling guilt over the stupid thing. At least it was a pretty thought in her head she mused as she started nodded and followed the horsewoman up the stairs. Famine, it was all too bright for her liking, sand, bugs, the only thing that even peeked her interest was the experiments and observing what not only happened but the famine horseman responses too.
Shaking her head fervently Nereza replied with a quick “No, that’s ok I cannot say I am a fan of bugs.” The little critters always seemed to find their way into her tent at night, some of them were the most wretched abomination when it came to noise. Buzz buzz, and that stupid little chirping noise was enough to drive her mad. Pulling out the book she quickly scribbled a few words, one being NEVER VISIT EVER on the page.
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