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Post by Oya on Jan 18, 2014 16:13:57 GMT -6
It was not hard for the Pegasus knights to spot the man. He was overlooking the town and half way drunk. The first rider signaled the others and as a group they swooped down and arrested him. They grabbed the man and took him back to the tower were the Marshal was waiting. With one soldier on each arm they pulled him up to the Marshal desk, which was really Charles desk but he was dead.
“Here he is Martial”, spoke one of the soldiers. “And this stuff was also with him”, spoke antoher as he threw Oleg stuff on the desk.”
“So this is the man”, spoke the Marshal as he looked at some of his papers. He looked up to see Oleg ill gotten goods and began to frown. “According to the guards your name is Oleg”, he spoke as he stared into the man’s eyes.
Meanwhile back in the Inn
Oh no, thought Oya as he started at Willow. It was beginning. In truth however he thought it would take longer, but then again quite some time since he first gave it to the guard. Not to mention the isolation of the town and the lack of resistance towards the disease. A scowl crossed Oya’s face. Why did it have to be someone he actually liked he thought. Oya had already contracted this disease before so he figured he was immune. However he did take precautions in case his assumption was wrong. Oya placed his hand on Willow forehead and felt the heat.
“This is bad”, spoke Oya aloud. He still needed to keep up appearance. “This is sea fever. How in the world did it get here”. Oya opened his bag and pulled out several bottles of potions. The first one was red and the second was green. Each one was labeled with a number and a set of letters. He pored them both into another flask and added some elixir into the mix.
“Willow willow”, spoke Oya as he shook the maiden. He continued to do so till she regained consciousness. He then poured the mixture into her mouth and prayed that she would survive. The medicine helped lower the fever and fight off the disease, but was not a hundred present effective. It gave the person an edge, but still required the patient to have a strong body. “I need to get her to a bed”, spoke Oya as he picked her up and carried her to a nearby door. Kicking open the door he set her down on the bed and walked out the room.
“In keeper”, spoke Oya as he went to the front desk. He knew he was going to need a room. With the city under martial law crimes were punishable by death. When Oya arrived at the front desk he knew he no longer need to pay for a room. The inn keeper was already dead. He was lying in his chair with a twisted facial expression on his face. The disease had hit, and it was hitting the village hard.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 18, 2014 16:17:50 GMT -6
Oleg blinked as he simply found himself sitting infront of the Marshal. He looked around groggily, stuttering and muttering as he then spoke. "Yep yep.. That's me. Did the panick here subside? I left in fear.. And eh, I admit openly I did take some things from.. Hngh, other people." He nodded faintly, stroking his chin as he leaned back on the chair, his face having a surprisingly clear look to it. "You do know that this woman with orange hair is a man, right? Because the situation is awkward when people don't know it. Just wanted to confirm that."
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Post by Willow on Jan 18, 2014 16:27:01 GMT -6
Everything was a blur for Willow... A painful, horrible blur. Why was St. Elimine punishing her so? Maybe it was a test... A trial, for her strength. Nevertheless, she couldn't do much but lay and moan. Suddenly, she felt vibration. And it hurt. And then... Water? Some sort of fluid... She wanted to gag, but it slid down her throat. Was she being drugged? Maybe this Oya... Wait, she hadn't had anything to drink...
"Uhhngh..." Willow groaned, rolling slightly, and feeling as if she was floating. Was this death? It felt as if she'd been carried by an angel and set down in a field of clouds...
"O...ya..." she mumbled, before everything slid once more into darkness.
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Post by Oya on Jan 18, 2014 16:43:07 GMT -6
The Marshal took a good long look at Oleg. “This man is drunk”, spoke the Marshal. I can smell the alcohol on his breath and he is not making any sense. Throw him into the brig for now. Bring him back when he is sober.”
“Yes sir”, spoke one of the soldiers and two of them grabbed each of his arms. They carried the man off to a cell and threw him in. The guards closed the door behind him. The two men left as another stood watch at the door. As the soldiers returned back to the room the Marshal was in they heard the sound of the door beg forced open.
“Marshal Glen”, shouted one of the soldiers as he rushed towards the man’s desk. “Marshal Glen”, he shouted.
“What is the meaning of his ruckus”, spoke the Marshal. “Calm yourself soldier.”
“I am sorry”, spoke the man as he calmed himself. “However sir people are dying in the streets.”
“Dying in the streets”, spoke the Marshal with surprise. “I thought I said to patrol the streets and keep the civilians calm. Now they are rioting again”, shouted the man.
“no sir you misunderstand”, spoke the soldiers. “They are literally dying in the streets. There is some kind of plague.”
“A plague”, spoke the Marshal with great concern.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 18, 2014 16:47:58 GMT -6
Oleg was carried to his cell, standing up as he shook his head,a bit clearer than before. He then walked to the door, doing a faint knocking motion on the door. "Hello? If there is anyone there. I have information about the Orange demon. He was the one who caused the plague, I am sure of it." He waited for an anwser, stroking his stubby stache. He had to get out of town soon. He was, by nature, resistant to diseases, but still, the threat was there.
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Post by Oya on Jan 18, 2014 17:03:06 GMT -6
With the inn keeper dead Oya did not have to worry about paying for anything, but it was not like he really wanted anything he had. Oya walked to the back and saw that the kitchen staff was mostly gone as well. A few of them were dead and some were barely conscious. It would not be long now thought Oya as he stepped over a sick man. He kicked open the door and found the shops emergency water supply. He took a cup and filled it with the cool liquid and walked back to Willow’s room.
Curses why did it have to be someone he liked thought Oya as he walked into the room. The maiden was doing well. He fever was cooling down, but whether or not she would live could not be determined yet. Still Oya needed to get some water in her. If he didn’t she might die of dehydration. “Willow willow”, spoke Oya again as he awoke the maiden. He poured the water into her mouth making sure not to give too much at a time. It was a painfully slow process, but Oya was willing to go through it. In truth thought the situation reminded him of his mother. When he got sick she was there for him.
Meanwhile chaos began to brew in the town. The Marshal had ordered quarantine. The gates were shut and the Pegasus where killed. He led this effort himself to insure that it was done properly. A pledge like this could easily spread across Bern. It was his duty as the Marshal to insure that it did not. As he left the tower he left a few of the local guards to watch over things. This however proved to be a mistake.
“You there in the cell”, spoke one of the guards. “What were you saying about the orange demon? The guard coughed as he finished his line.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 18, 2014 17:06:59 GMT -6
"You remember that woman who was there at the corner? "She" is a he. He stabbed me with my OWN DAMN SWORD, and then, using his feminine looks, tricked you all. He used Charles to get in. Hell, this whole plague thing was probably his doing too!" Oleg spoke in a serious, but loud manner. "I suggest this, if I may? I left the town to LIVE. I suggest you do the same with any of your family and friends, along with posessions. Letting me out would work too." Oleg nodded, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Willow on Jan 18, 2014 17:20:51 GMT -6
The blackness began to fade again and Willow's vision swirled into place. She wasn't dead... There was... Oya, with... Water. Oh, St. Elimine be blessed, water. Willow gratefully swallowed the water, feeling slightly more able and conscious than before.
"Oya..." Willow mumbled deliriously, still wracked by fever. "Thank... you..."
Trying to get up, Willow struggled to lift her head off of the pillow. She was in a bed... Oya must have brought her to a room. Exerting all her willpower, Willow raised herself what felt like a mile, but in truth was a few inches, so that she could see Oya nearby.
"Oya..." Willow said hoarsely. "What is this..."
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Post by Oya on Jan 18, 2014 17:44:10 GMT -6
“Hay hay take it easy”, spoke Oya. “You need to lie down and get some rest. “What you have is Sea Fever. It is quite a common illness on the seas of Nabata. I had run into it several times during my sailor days. In truth thought I wonder what it was doing here”, spoke Oya lying thorough his teeth. He knew full well why it was there. From what Oya could tell Willow was going to make it. However it was going to take some time for Willow to get back to a hundred percent.
At the dungeon the guard was listening to everything Oleg said. There was a bit of disbelief, but everything in the prophesy was coming to pass. The watchful gate keeper falling prey to an angle of death; Mark’s town spills its own blood; sickness spreads like fire; the souls of the dead share a glass of wine; and the orange hair man, bringer of doom and death, tears down that which has stood for centimes. Every point had come to pass with the exception of the last two. The was no accounts of ghost drinking wine, but many people believed that this portion was a metaphor for something. All that was left was the Orange hair man.
“I don’t know if you are right”, coughed the guard as sweat began to pour from his head. “But I think I might die soon. My soul won’t rest easy knowing I left a man to starve to death in a cell.” The guard took out his key and opened the door. “Go, but be warned the Marshal is not letting anyone outside the city.” With those words the guard passed out.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 18, 2014 17:49:01 GMT -6
"You know. THanks, but I also need your clothes." Oleg let out a grunt, beginning to strip the man of his clothes as he put them onto himself. Thanks to his physique being rather small, the armor made him look as padded out as a soldier would. He then took the soldiers weapons, as he then prepeared himself to speak out in a same kind of voice the guard had used. He then let out a heavy sigh, beginning to strut outside of the cell, speaking out to any guard he would pass by. "Someone else is covering my shift. I am to go to the gates."
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Post by Willow on Jan 18, 2014 18:01:35 GMT -6
“Sea… Fever? Urrgh.” Willow certainly wasn’t the happiest she’d ever been… Failing to kill that demon… Now sea fever? The only thing worse than this would be the forces of evil rising up again… That would be awful. Thankfully, Willow was quite sure that neither Oya nor that Gustavus man was a practitioner of the heathen dark magics, so she felt it safe to collapse back to the bed. She was tired. As she surrendered to sleep, her vision blurred again and everything faded back to black.
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Post by Oya on Jan 18, 2014 18:26:50 GMT -6
Willow passed out again. Most of the danger was already past so Oya was not worried. The sky was already pitch black and the street was quiet. “ It was about that time”, spoke Oya as he closed the door to Willow room. He looked outside and noticed that there were no soldiers marching in the street. Yeap everybody should be dead thought Oya. Without saying anything Oya walked outside. There were a few dead bodies in the street, but for the most part it was pretty clear. It seems that the martial law was working to Oya’s advantage. Still he needed to find the place where they stored the prophecy and the information that he sought. Normally he would go to the library or some governmental building, but from what he saw earlier he realized that this was religious.
It took Oya a while to find the church. At night time many of the buildings looked the same and the corpses of the dead looked as if they could move. Oya had done some research on the living dead, or remnant and knew that it was possible. Doing his best Oya made his way to the church and took notice that the door was unlocked. Oya went through the door and noticed that many of the pews were filled with dead people. It was an eerie sight to see. Their bodies were starting to smell and the idea of them comeing back to life filled Oya’s head. The pirate did well to sneak around the corners instead of going down the center. As he reached the back of the church he noticed a light coming from a room. There in the back was the priest. He was reading some script and praying to whatever god he believed in.
“Hello there old man”, spoke Oya as he came up behind the man. The priest turned around to see Oya standing in the door way. The boy was no longer holding up his facade. His eyes looked of murder and his from told clearly that he was a man.
“The orange demon”, spoke the priest as he tried to move. Oya however had different plans. He kicked the man out of his chair causing the old man to fall onto the hard stone. The priest screamed in agony as he broke his hip. He looked up and saw Oya looking through the script he was reading. “This is it”, spoke Oya out loud as he read through the passage. It was a prophesy about the destruction of the town. It came after the city was first sacked by a clan of orange hair warriors. The rest of the text was in the vault which Oya took.
“No don’t”, spoke the old man as he grabbed the back of Oya’s leg. The pirate turned around and kicked the old man in the face.
“Thanks for the information”, spoke Oya as he grabbed the candle. “You know if you guys would have not threaten me at the gate and made this knowledge public then I would have not had to kill you all.”
“You”, spoke the man as an evil grin crossed Oya face. The pirate then dropped the burning candle onto the old man and walked out the room. The old man’s robe caught a flame and began to burn him alive. Oya not wanting to walk past the corpses escaped through the window. Now to go check on Willow spoke the pirate as he walked back to the inn.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 18, 2014 18:29:56 GMT -6
Oleg huffed, waddling out of the town with his loot with him, stripping himself of the tainted armor as soon as he could, starting to run from the town. He did not want to see walking dead, even if it was just a slim chance. He also needed some antidote. But he got his loot. And anarchy. Good day, it was.
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Post by Willow on Jan 18, 2014 18:52:49 GMT -6
Willow’s eyes flew open, as her mind slowly geared itself back up. “Hnnghwhaa?” she mumbled, looking around. The room was empty. Where was Oya? Was something going on? And what had happened? Everything seemed like a dream, so fuzzy… But she distinctly remembered feeling fine, and then Oya… “He must have saved me,” she realized. Shocked and deeply grateful to the herbalist, Willow sat up and looked around the room… Where had he gone? Getting up, Willow felt her strength was close to normal. She checked her belt for her staff and tome, and quickly left the eerily empty inn, heading to the stable. “Storm,” she whispered. “You’re okay!” Saddling her mount, Willow decided to make a beeline for the local church to say a prayer for her rescuer. She was a bit sad that he’d left without saying goodbye...
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Post by Oya on Jan 18, 2014 19:12:57 GMT -6
Oya returned just in time to see Willow ride away. Pity he thought to himself. He so wanted to be there and claim the gratitude. Oh well it did not matter. He had what he came for. However there was the town to deal with. He did not want the dead residence to come back the living dead, or worse some stupid traveler comes by and gets infected. Then the fool would spread it across Bern. Oya walked back into the Inn. He drew out one of his touches and set it ablaze using the fire in the inn. He then began by setting the dead inn keeper on fire and a few of the table cloths. He then walked outside and tossed the torch onto another building allowing it to catch ablaze.
“That should take care of it”, spoke Oya out loud as he began to walk outs the gate. He turned and saw the dead corpse of the Marshal. It seemed he to pass thanks to the disease. Oya walked up to the corpse and stabbed it in the head with his spare knife. Better safe than sorry in his book. He then seach through the Marshal’s tings and pulled out his map of Illian military bases. Some rebel somewhere probably wanted it. With that Oya left Mark’s Town with fire at his back.
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