"Great idea guys, let the crazy old guy with the uncontrollable laugh drive the wagon. While were at it, who needs daylight, lets wait till it gets dark to go. Oh and we don't need roads either! We can just go through the graveyard!" said Warrick several feet away. Ignis laughed, as he had been questioning the reasoning behind letting Kifu take the reigns as well.
"Oh well, perhaps he'll be able to raise us up some zombie horses at said graveyard?" Ignis said back with a chuckle.
"Speaking of which, may I ask a favor of you, Kifu? I was wondering if you could ever raise my horse from the dead, if he ever fell in battle.. It would pain me greatly to have to continue on without him, we've been companions for many years." Ignis said to Kifu, with a slight sigh. He knew he would miss his horse greatly if he ever fell, and hoped that he could keep Illudere out of the line of battle in the future. He was a capable horse, and had saved Ignis's hide many times in the past, but he did not like to run the risk of him being killed.
With a sigh, Ignis patted his horse's head, hoping that they would not soon be parted.
Looking over at Buliwyf, Ignis said "So, are we to depart soon? Or do we have unfinished business here that needs to be tended to? "
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Waking from his long slumber beside the fire, Ignis was somewhat confused as to what had happened over the last few hours. He quickly checked up on their leaders, finding Buliwyf battered, but in good condition.
Ignis woke just in time to hear the news that they would soon be leaving this horrid place, the stench had started to wear on his nerves. The sights were just as gruesome, unprepared militia strewn about the battlefield, the last thing they saw were the banners of the Burning Blade. Well atleast the dead can refer us to all their friends, maybe we'll get a cushy job from the secretaries in hell. Ignis thought while chuckling to himself.
After finding Buliwyf in good health, he searched for Jamis, who Ignis had not seen since he drifted off to sleep. Finding him snoring in the medical tent, he moved him into one of the many wagons that had been set up as a temporary camp. He didn't seem to protest, obviously in a deep sleep. Who knew what was going through his mind at the moment, the events of the battle seemed to perplex their leader as much as they did Ignis.
After finding a suitable wagon, Ignis checked over his wounds. He saw a shoddy stitch job, which would obviously need to be redone after several days travel. Ignis suddenly remembered his salve.
"Here, old remedy my mother used to give to me, pine needles mixed with pine sap and crushed blueberries, should help clean you up." he said to the sleeping Jamis, as he set a bottle of "Mamma Sinestra's Miracle Cure" beside him.
Obviously Jamis would not know what it was after waking up where he had not fallen asleep, with a bottle beside him. This in mind, Ignis tied a small note instructing him to smear it on his wounds, and put some under his nose to help the healing process, and to help clear his head.
Well theres my good deed for the day, I'll add that bottle to his tap. Thought Ignis as he sought out his horse, Buliwyf seemed eager to leave this place and Ignis had yet to find his long time companion and beloved horse, Illudere. After searching for some time, he found him tied up to a nearby wagon, and pulled himself onto his horse.
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Grinning at the obvious delight the old witch doctor was taking in this sport, Ignis was saddened to tell him that it seemed as if the majority of the militia had been slain, few were left to kill. "Looks like we'll have to wait till the next battle, mind if I take a rain check? There will be many more chances to fight." Ignis said to Kifu with a sigh. Ignis noticed his 2 comrades walking off to a clump of his fellow knights, and wondering what was happening, followed behind. As he stumbled over the corpses spread about the field, he wondered once more what had driven these 2 villages to such drastic measures. He looked down and was met with lifeless stares, he wondered what would have become of these men if they had lived out their lives. Guess we'll never know what they could have done, Ignis thought, and chuckled darkly as he stepped over yet another mangled corpse.
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The blade of Ignis's katana effortlessly cleaved through the makeshift armor of the militiaman, tearing a deep gash in his chest. He fell back just as quickly as the blade has entered his body, and lay still. Despite the pitched battle taking place, Ignis wondered what had driven these 2 villages to such drastic measures. Surely a land claim could have been settled less... bloodily. But he settled on the fact that he would probably never know the motivations behind the villages' actions. He chuckled to himself, wondering what had driven him to contemplate diplomacy in such a dangerous place, and after looking into the open eyes of the man who's life he had just taken, Ignis focused his mind back onto the battle. Out of the side of his view, he noticed one of the militia brandishing a knife, ready to throw it at one of his comrades. Before he could react, the militiaman threw his knife, which found it's mark in his comrade's thigh. Ignis drew one of the knives from his boot, and threw it deftly into the militiamans' chest. He bellowed at Ignis, and pulled a large blade off his back. Shocked that the man was still standing, Ignis drew another knife from his boot, aimed, and threw it at the man. It sunk into his left shouder. Wishing that he had hit the man's sword arm, he drew his 2 blades. The man, obviously standing because of adrenaline alone, let loose a cry and swung his blade at Ignis. Turning it aside with his wakizashi, he thrusted his katana into the mans gut, and tore it out with a sideways jerk. Tearing a lateral gash as the blade came out, Ignis readied himself to counter-attack the next blow. The man however, did not have the energy, nor adrenaline left to strike once more. He fell over, and lay lifeless. Ignis collected his 2 knives, and rushed to the aid of his comrade. "Are you alright?" Ignis asked. The man simply nodded, as if trying to deny the pain the knife had brought on. Ignis nodded back, and rushed off to the next skirmish, wondering to himself if he would survive the battles ahead.
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Ignis checked the door, and noticing it was unbraced, crept in.
Regrettably, Ignis had been given the undesireable task of clearing out the housing of Ridia. It was disgusting work, both the idea of it, and the actual act of doing it. A "moral vortex" as Ignis had begun to call it. Giving this task sarcastic names was one of the only ways Ignis could cope with his diminishing sense of morality.
Thankfully, this house was empty. It must have been the house of one of the militiamen. Ignis chuckled to himself, as if it mattered who owned which house now, they were probably laying face down in a pool of their own blood. After chuckling for a moment, the weight of his dark humour sunk in; they were slaughtering a village, not an army.
He sighed deeply and slumped up against the wall, taking this time to rest and prepare for whatever was waiting him in the next house. Glancing around, he noticed several gold, pocketed it, and walked back out into the fray.
As he walked out of the house, he saw two of his fellow knights battling 4 of the villages militia, if you could even call them that. The way they fought, it felt more like pillaging a nursery, not battling a village of evil-doers.
Ignis quickly drew one of his knives, got into a better throwing position, and felled one of the villagers just as his two comrades both slew 1 themselves. The remaining villager tried to run, but was caught by the blade of one of his fellow knights. He jogged over to see if any wounds had been suffered.
"You two alright ?" he asked.
They nodded, and Ignis missed what was said as they were rushing off to the aid of one of the knights. With a great sigh, Ignis figured he had better get back to the task that was set out for him.
At this point, Ignis figured that most of the houses would be unoccupied, or so he hoped. Only fools or the aged would seek shelter after witnessing this slaughter, the latter of the two was the one that Ignis was worried about.
Ignis picked out his next house, checked the door, and battered it down after finding it was braced. Ignis crept inside to check for inhabitants. As luck would have it, or lack thereof Ignis thought, an old pair of what seemed to be village elders awaited him. Clutching each other in the dark, they wimpered as Ignis looked into the room.
"Gods forgive me", he whispered, and drawing his blades, wondered when this promised glory would show it's face.
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"Oh well, perhaps he'll be able to raise us up some zombie horses at said graveyard?" Ignis said back with a chuckle.
"Speaking of which, may I ask a favor of you, Kifu? I was wondering if you could ever raise my horse from the dead, if he ever fell in battle.. It would pain me greatly to have to continue on without him, we've been companions for many years." Ignis said to Kifu, with a slight sigh. He knew he would miss his horse greatly if he ever fell, and hoped that he could keep Illudere out of the line of battle in the future. He was a capable horse, and had saved Ignis's hide many times in the past, but he did not like to run the risk of him being killed.
With a sigh, Ignis patted his horse's head, hoping that they would not soon be parted.
Looking over at Buliwyf, Ignis said "So, are we to depart soon? Or do we have unfinished business here that needs to be tended to? "
Ignis woke just in time to hear the news that they would soon be leaving this horrid place, the stench had started to wear on his nerves. The sights were just as gruesome, unprepared militia strewn about the battlefield, the last thing they saw were the banners of the Burning Blade. Well atleast the dead can refer us to all their friends, maybe we'll get a cushy job from the secretaries in hell. Ignis thought while chuckling to himself.
After finding Buliwyf in good health, he searched for Jamis, who Ignis had not seen since he drifted off to sleep. Finding him snoring in the medical tent, he moved him into one of the many wagons that had been set up as a temporary camp. He didn't seem to protest, obviously in a deep sleep. Who knew what was going through his mind at the moment, the events of the battle seemed to perplex their leader as much as they did Ignis.
After finding a suitable wagon, Ignis checked over his wounds. He saw a shoddy stitch job, which would obviously need to be redone after several days travel. Ignis suddenly remembered his salve.
"Here, old remedy my mother used to give to me, pine needles mixed with pine sap and crushed blueberries, should help clean you up." he said to the sleeping Jamis, as he set a bottle of "Mamma Sinestra's Miracle Cure" beside him.
Obviously Jamis would not know what it was after waking up where he had not fallen asleep, with a bottle beside him. This in mind, Ignis tied a small note instructing him to smear it on his wounds, and put some under his nose to help the healing process, and to help clear his head.
Well theres my good deed for the day, I'll add that bottle to his tap. Thought Ignis as he sought out his horse, Buliwyf seemed eager to leave this place and Ignis had yet to find his long time companion and beloved horse, Illudere. After searching for some time, he found him tied up to a nearby wagon, and pulled himself onto his horse.
"Looks like we'll have to wait till the next battle, mind if I take a rain check? There will be many more chances to fight." Ignis said to Kifu with a sigh.
Ignis noticed his 2 comrades walking off to a clump of his fellow knights, and wondering what was happening, followed behind.
As he stumbled over the corpses spread about the field, he wondered once more what had driven these 2 villages to such drastic measures. He looked down and was met with lifeless stares, he wondered what would have become of these men if they had lived out their lives.
Guess we'll never know what they could have done, Ignis thought, and chuckled darkly as he stepped over yet another mangled corpse.
Despite the pitched battle taking place, Ignis wondered what had driven these 2 villages to such drastic measures. Surely a land claim could have been settled less... bloodily. But he settled on the fact that he would probably never know the motivations behind the villages' actions. He chuckled to himself, wondering what had driven him to contemplate diplomacy in such a dangerous place, and after looking into the open eyes of the man who's life he had just taken, Ignis focused his mind back onto the battle.
Out of the side of his view, he noticed one of the militia brandishing a knife, ready to throw it at one of his comrades. Before he could react, the militiaman threw his knife, which found it's mark in his comrade's thigh. Ignis drew one of the knives from his boot, and threw it deftly into the militiamans' chest. He bellowed at Ignis, and pulled a large blade off his back.
Shocked that the man was still standing, Ignis drew another knife from his boot, aimed, and threw it at the man. It sunk into his left shouder. Wishing that he had hit the man's sword arm, he drew his 2 blades. The man, obviously standing because of adrenaline alone, let loose a cry and swung his blade at Ignis. Turning it aside with his wakizashi, he thrusted his katana into the mans gut, and tore it out with a sideways jerk. Tearing a lateral gash as the blade came out, Ignis readied himself to counter-attack the next blow.
The man however, did not have the energy, nor adrenaline left to strike once more. He fell over, and lay lifeless. Ignis collected his 2 knives, and rushed to the aid of his comrade.
"Are you alright?" Ignis asked.
The man simply nodded, as if trying to deny the pain the knife had brought on. Ignis nodded back, and rushed off to the next skirmish, wondering to himself if he would survive the battles ahead.
Regrettably, Ignis had been given the undesireable task of clearing out the housing of Ridia. It was disgusting work, both the idea of it, and the actual act of doing it. A "moral vortex" as Ignis had begun to call it. Giving this task sarcastic names was one of the only ways Ignis could cope with his diminishing sense of morality.
Thankfully, this house was empty. It must have been the house of one of the militiamen. Ignis chuckled to himself, as if it mattered who owned which house now, they were probably laying face down in a pool of their own blood. After chuckling for a moment, the weight of his dark humour sunk in; they were slaughtering a village, not an army.
He sighed deeply and slumped up against the wall, taking this time to rest and prepare for whatever was waiting him in the next house. Glancing around, he noticed several gold, pocketed it, and walked back out into the fray.
As he walked out of the house, he saw two of his fellow knights battling 4 of the villages militia, if you could even call them that. The way they fought, it felt more like pillaging a nursery, not battling a village of evil-doers.
Ignis quickly drew one of his knives, got into a better throwing position, and felled one of the villagers just as his two comrades both slew 1 themselves. The remaining villager tried to run, but was caught by the blade of one of his fellow knights. He jogged over to see if any wounds had been suffered.
"You two alright ?" he asked.
They nodded, and Ignis missed what was said as they were rushing off to the aid of one of the knights. With a great sigh, Ignis figured he had better get back to the task that was set out for him.
At this point, Ignis figured that most of the houses would be unoccupied, or so he hoped. Only fools or the aged would seek shelter after witnessing this slaughter, the latter of the two was the one that Ignis was worried about.
Ignis picked out his next house, checked the door, and battered it down after finding it was braced. Ignis crept inside to check for inhabitants. As luck would have it, or lack thereof Ignis thought, an old pair of what seemed to be village elders awaited him. Clutching each other in the dark, they wimpered as Ignis looked into the room.
"Gods forgive me", he whispered, and drawing his blades, wondered when this promised glory would show it's face.