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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 1, 2009 12:41:43 GMT -5
Tiaholt couldn't help herself. She felt nervous and scared. Maybe that was it, why she almost botched her first attack. She didn't even have a plan or a strategy. She thought it was simple. An attack on a hold couldn't be -that- difficult. The only thing she -didn't- count on was the fight she was going to get into.
Purely inexperienced in such things and only 16, she was a pickpocket but wanted to go further than that. In her mind, it was as easy as 1-2-3. In reality, it wasn't.
Tia was contemplating weather to do this or not. She shook her head. She -was- going to attack by herself. Not knowing someone watching in the distance, she made her move. She walked up to a guard, tapped him on the shoulder and punched him out. She wasn't even prepared for the onslaught of the many of the Hold Guards that surrounded her. When she tried to get away, one of the guard put an arrow in her shoulder, stopped her dead in her tracks. She was swinging this and that -with- her eye shut. She hit a couple of them but not enough.
Tia refused to give up. She tried to run once more but she tripped over a over and fell head first into the dirt, giving the enemy the perfect chance to strike her down or maybe capture her.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 1, 2009 12:52:16 GMT -5
Veran has been watching this particular Hold for some time. He was being used as a scout as of late by his Leader but didn't mind. He would do anything for his approval. Veran counted the guards, watched their shifts, watched their routes, anything they would need. It wasn't until he heard yelling of the guards that he noticed a girl. She was shot in the shoulder and stumbling. Was she a fool? Is she escaping from a Lord as some drudges tended to do with a cruel master. Veran shook his head and sighed. He would need to help. But they would be more on guard after this. That man will be very angry but maybe he would forgive Veran if he brought the girl as a play thing. Veran used the shadows of the night to sneak up to the party.
Making sure none was comong from the hold he made his way up behind one guard after another and gave them a blow to the base of the neck. One by one the guards went down. His hands hurt from the daft few blows that hit armor instead of flesh. But he ignored it. Once they were taken care of Veran made his way to the girl. Veran grabbed her by the tunic and lifted her off the ground. His eyes looked at her with complete disgust. Veran flung her over his shoulder before she decided to try and his him and began to carry her off.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 1, 2009 13:26:30 GMT -5
Tiaholt gazed harshly at the man carrying her like a sack of tubers.
"Where are you taking me? Put me down! Let -me- go, I tell you!!Where are you taking me!
Admin's Note:[/hr]" she asked again. After a few moments though she eventually quieted down but she was none to happy about the man taking her glory away from her. "I had them! I had them....I-I........." she trailed off. So much rage, so much fury...and what caused this? Her father abandoning her when she was 11 and worse her mother wanted her to become a dragonrider when she had refused this a dozen times. She was angry with her mother for driving her father away and she was angry at her father for leaving her.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 1, 2009 14:17:26 GMT -5
Veran jostled her pointedly agitating the arrow still in her shoulder. When he was satisfied with the distance from the Hold Veran dropped the girl down onto her arse. "And what were you planning on doing? You have an arrow in your shoulder and you say you had them? You are a fool. What did you hope to gain from attacking alone? Death? If you caused a rise in the security of the guard He will want to kill you himself, instead of just using you as a toy."
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 1, 2009 15:26:06 GMT -5
"I-I-" Tiaholt was at a loss for words. "They have killed all the good on the face of Pern. My father was a-a.....they killed him. He was missing for a while then I had gotten word my dad was dead. I -know- they did it. I thought he left me. I thought he left because he didn't return." She said, ashamed. Her voice was vengeful. "They have taken someone very close to me and I want revenge!" She said it in a tone that even scared her.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 1, 2009 15:38:22 GMT -5
Veran chuckled and looked at her. "Well then i shall remove this arrow first. I am sure He would enjoy bringing you his own kind of pain." Veran placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at her. "This is going to hurt, mostly because I am going to make it." His other gripped the arrow by the shaft and broke off the feathers. Then he pushed the arrow the rest of the way through her shoulder. A sick smile crossing his face.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 1, 2009 16:15:08 GMT -5
Tiaholt winced and screamed out in agonizing pain.
"It still stings." She said once the arrow was out. She attempted to touch it, wondering what it felt like, what it looked like. "Thank you for saving my life." she said. "I guess I was /really/ stupid back there, huh?" She got up.
"So, what's your name?"
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 1, 2009 16:18:53 GMT -5
Veran pushed her back down so she wouldn't get up. "I am not done with you yet. Yes you were suicidal. Now I get to punish you. Before I take you to HIM that is. Compared to that man I will be going easy on you. We have been setting up an attack for some time now and you almost blow it." Veran took hold of her shoulder and pressed his thumb against it. He took out his belt knife and smiled a bit. "This will be fun." he said. He began to slowly cut away the dirty and dying skin from her shoulder so no infection would set in.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 1, 2009 16:51:54 GMT -5
Tiaholt glared at Veran for pushing her down then came the pain, no torture. She thought of running. She glanced up the way a bit and decided to take her 'punishment' for once.
She tried to hide it but her eyes gave her fear and pain away.
"You're insane!" she cried as she cried in anguish. Her woeful wails of pain could be heard for miles. It sounded like birds a little bit which was good.
The torment on her shoulder stung and it hurt, beyond words. She cried again in terror as the knife sliced her shoulder and saw blood. HER blood dripping from the wound, trickling down from her shoulder to her forearm.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 1, 2009 16:59:28 GMT -5
Was Veran was satisfied he took out some stitching and began to stitch her shoulder on both sides to close the wound. "Yes I guess i am insane. But you are alive are you not." Veran chuckled and looked at the girl. "There. Now let us go."
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 1, 2009 18:57:02 GMT -5
"Yes, I guess I am." Tiaholt siad. She was slient for a few minutes and looked at the arrow wound. Despite Varan's stitching, her shoulder still hurt from the knife slicing her plus when he pulled it out. It throbbed. "I can't -wait- until I find out what kind of sadistic things He has in store for me." she was being sarcastically. She half-smiled at him and laughed. "Can you tell me your name, now?"
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 2, 2009 11:26:23 GMT -5
Veran looked at her, he didn't smile at her joke. "Do I look like someone that want's to be friends with you?" he asked. Though it wasn't needing an answer. He looked at her and thought a moment. "I am Veran. Now get up. It is time to go."
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 2, 2009 12:37:50 GMT -5
Tiaholt got up.
"I only wanted to know my rescuers name." Tiaholt studied him for a few minutes. "No, your not." she looked down on the ground and keep them there. She was so angry but she tended to keep it inside. Maybe because she didn't know how to control it. She had been hurt so much before. She knew not to ask any questions besides names.
Tiaholt wasn't a fool but she didn't want to argue that fact with Veran. Chances are that he'd win and she's might come out alive.
Silence was golden to her and she remained quiet until she was talked to or when it was nescessary.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 2, 2009 12:45:47 GMT -5
Veran looked at her and shook his head. He began to walk away from her and expected her to follow him. He began to look around to be sure no unwanted was following them. He looked back at her every now and then. "Well are you going to keep up?" he said.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 2, 2009 13:29:50 GMT -5
Tiaholt followed in silence. She didn't mean for all of this to happen; for her father to be killed....for her to fail when succumbed by rage and now this? She was going to be in trouble and she knew it. Doing a fool hardy thing like that was not her. She had just got news of her father just last week. She ran up to Veran.
"I'm Tiaholt, if it's all the same to you." she said.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 2, 2009 13:35:24 GMT -5
"Well it isn't. I don't care about your name. You might not be around long enough for it to be important to remember. But he is a rather odd Fellow so you never know." Veran chuckled a bit and led on.
It wasn't till the beginning of sunrise that they arrived at one of the many hideouts for the Renegades. Veran went to the door of a small Cothold and knocked in a rhythm. The door opened and a large man Filled the doorway completely. "What news?" he asked in a deep voice.
"It was almost for not because of this brat. I believed he would want to meet her and decide what to do."
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 2, 2009 15:10:10 GMT -5
"I am not a brat. I let no man decide my fate. I decide my own!" she angrily hissed. "If I seem to be, it's because of -your- company. You are a cold hearted, cruel little man! First you save me, then you torture me and you expect me let this....this man decided -my- fate!
Admin's Note:[/hr] Why? Please enlighten me." Tiaholt asked.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 2, 2009 15:13:39 GMT -5
Veran looked at her. "Why thank you. That is the nicest thing any has said to me in a long time. AS for why he decides your fate it is becasue you almost ruined his plans. And since you are an unwanted as we are he is in control." The man let them in and Veran headed to Rogin.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 2, 2009 16:30:36 GMT -5
Tiaholt was very observant as she followed. She felt so angry and wanted to go back. She held back her tears. She and sad as well...no room for tears here. She stopped and turned around. She heard something. It was a feeling that she had when she started to follow him. She cursed herself for not mentioning it sooner.
Something made her feel uneasy about the place. It was the fact she wasn't wanted here. "If you don't -want- me here, then why did you -bring- me here!
Admin's Note:[/hr]" she angrily hissed. "I have just been told my father had been killed by _them_, and tell me I'm going to die anyway!
Admin's Note:[/hr] What's the sharding point? Without any kind of retribution?"
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 3, 2009 12:41:03 GMT -5
Rogin came out of the shadows. He glarred at her. Veran was at her side, "I suggest you hold your tongue." he whispered. "That man isn't known for mercy, or kindness. If you prove useful you might live." Rogin moved forward and stood infront of them. "What news do you have Veran? And what have you brought here?" His voice was deep and he glared at them both.
Veran stood firm, trying not to wet himself. Rogin's aura was as horrifying as ever. "I have brought this girl here after she tried to attack the hold alone. The guards almost had her and it would have caused a rise in security."
Rogin glared at the girl
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