the comrade's song [pm to join!]
Feb 19, 2016 15:32:10 GMT -6
Post by Deitheta on Feb 19, 2016 15:32:10 GMT -6
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Deitheta was not normally the type of person to get lost, but even she began to worry, just a tad, when her attempts to find the rebellion turned out to be... not quite as successful as she had hoped. Of course, it'd be simple enough if everyone was running around, casting off their Ilian overlords, and all Dei had to do was wave her hands and say, 'hey, let me help too!', but things couldn't be that simple, as much as she may have wished it.
And even though talk of the rebellion had reached her ears, for this town, it seemed to not be a reality. Ilian soldiers were patrolling the streets - Deitheta was almost taken by surprise by several of them, but either she had been very fast at ducking behind the building she found herself currently pressed against, or they were very distracted, and didn't have time to pay attention to every blonde haired mage they saw. That was all well and good for her, of course - the last thing she ever wanted to do was to be caught in a conversation with one of them - but the fact that there were so many... where was the fated rebellion? There seemed to be no counter measure to the soldiers here - and that by itself was enough to set the mage to grinding her teeth.
With her back pressed against the village building, she strained to hear what they were saying -
" ... have to find ... "
" ... they're all sympathizers ... "
" ... I don't see why we don't just ..."
They don't just... what? She furrowed her brow, squirmed, but even still it took another few minutes of straining before Deitheta heard anything else that would help - and what she heard was the last thing she wanted to hear. The tell-tale sounds of reinforcements, the distinctive clank of armor and the whinnies of pegasi. With that, dread began to boil in the pit of her stomach. While her greatest hope was that they were going to simply leave, it was all too soon dashed by the rising clamor - as the Ilian soldiers began to detain the Bernese villagers, right from the other side of the building.
...And that was too much for Dei's great sense of justice to bear. She was just one mage, of course, but there was no way she could stand by as even one Ilian dog tried to force their way around a helpless citizen - one that probably wasn't even thinking of doing anything to them. And this... this was quite a few of them.
Perhaps a smarter person would have simply left - after all, she had been overlooked by the soldiers once. She could possibly slip out, and avoid this conflict altogether. But fine - if nobody was going to step up themselves, she would just have to do so for them. Dei turned the opposite way, searching her surroundings quickly - and she found what she was looking for, a few turned over boxes and a nice (if precarious-looking) path she could use to get on the roof of the house.
She scrambled to the top, tome in hand, and scanned the situation - one of the pegasus riders had a woman by her hair, and seemed to be questioning her - it took no time for Dei to decide that particular asshole was going to be her target. She opened her tome, flipping the pages to the correct incantation, and repeated the words with a practiced air, blue-tinged lightning beginning to crackle around her and at her fingers.
Standing on a rooftop and charging a spell was likely enough to catch attention just by itself, but if every Ilian wasn't already staring at her, the bolt of lightning she released probably did the trick - a harsh, crackling release of energy that was heralded with a loud, untamed thunderclap of sound. The bolt arced dangerously through the air towards the Ilian pegasus rider...
and then...
... went wide, scoring the ground around him instead.
Deitheta blinked. And then she straightened with a huff. "That... was a warning shot," She said, smoothly, tilting her head back some to affix the soldiers with her most imperious gaze, "If you don't get your sorry selves out of this town, I'll fry your hooved chicken and everything else you hold dear!"
This may have been a terrible idea, but Deitheta was the last person who would ever admit it.
Hal
And even though talk of the rebellion had reached her ears, for this town, it seemed to not be a reality. Ilian soldiers were patrolling the streets - Deitheta was almost taken by surprise by several of them, but either she had been very fast at ducking behind the building she found herself currently pressed against, or they were very distracted, and didn't have time to pay attention to every blonde haired mage they saw. That was all well and good for her, of course - the last thing she ever wanted to do was to be caught in a conversation with one of them - but the fact that there were so many... where was the fated rebellion? There seemed to be no counter measure to the soldiers here - and that by itself was enough to set the mage to grinding her teeth.
With her back pressed against the village building, she strained to hear what they were saying -
" ... have to find ... "
" ... they're all sympathizers ... "
" ... I don't see why we don't just ..."
They don't just... what? She furrowed her brow, squirmed, but even still it took another few minutes of straining before Deitheta heard anything else that would help - and what she heard was the last thing she wanted to hear. The tell-tale sounds of reinforcements, the distinctive clank of armor and the whinnies of pegasi. With that, dread began to boil in the pit of her stomach. While her greatest hope was that they were going to simply leave, it was all too soon dashed by the rising clamor - as the Ilian soldiers began to detain the Bernese villagers, right from the other side of the building.
...And that was too much for Dei's great sense of justice to bear. She was just one mage, of course, but there was no way she could stand by as even one Ilian dog tried to force their way around a helpless citizen - one that probably wasn't even thinking of doing anything to them. And this... this was quite a few of them.
Perhaps a smarter person would have simply left - after all, she had been overlooked by the soldiers once. She could possibly slip out, and avoid this conflict altogether. But fine - if nobody was going to step up themselves, she would just have to do so for them. Dei turned the opposite way, searching her surroundings quickly - and she found what she was looking for, a few turned over boxes and a nice (if precarious-looking) path she could use to get on the roof of the house.
She scrambled to the top, tome in hand, and scanned the situation - one of the pegasus riders had a woman by her hair, and seemed to be questioning her - it took no time for Dei to decide that particular asshole was going to be her target. She opened her tome, flipping the pages to the correct incantation, and repeated the words with a practiced air, blue-tinged lightning beginning to crackle around her and at her fingers.
Standing on a rooftop and charging a spell was likely enough to catch attention just by itself, but if every Ilian wasn't already staring at her, the bolt of lightning she released probably did the trick - a harsh, crackling release of energy that was heralded with a loud, untamed thunderclap of sound. The bolt arced dangerously through the air towards the Ilian pegasus rider...
and then...
... went wide, scoring the ground around him instead.
Deitheta blinked. And then she straightened with a huff. "That... was a warning shot," She said, smoothly, tilting her head back some to affix the soldiers with her most imperious gaze, "If you don't get your sorry selves out of this town, I'll fry your hooved chicken and everything else you hold dear!"
This may have been a terrible idea, but Deitheta was the last person who would ever admit it.
Hal