Out of the Gate and into the Renaissance Fair

[Okor]

Dammit all. One more, he was mired in the minute machinations of magical minors, ensnared in the whirlwind of egomania and undeniable power that surrounded them. Dammit all. Perhaps, with a few carefully selected words, and a hasty retreat, they could continue on the path to- Minas Trith, was it? The name barely sounded human, tones of something foreign seeping into its title. Deplorable. No matter. So long as everything aligned in their favour, they could be on the road in but a few seconds-

The weight of Rebbecca left his shoulder, as she leaped to the forest floor, nimbly navigating the distance of almost three meters. Her cheerful, innocent voice pierced the fog of Okor's momentary despair, beckoning him forward, almost slavishly behind his ward. His jaundiced hand, the skin over it thin and taught, clutched the rusted hilt of his verdigris-coated blade, ready to strike against any who might harm her. "I'm Rebbecca! Daddy sent Mister Oh-keer to show me the tournament! He's really strong!" The Plague marine could easily imagine her pale yellow eyes, not quite human, not quite alien, gazing up at the older children, full of hope and happiness. While he wished no harm upon her, he was forced to admit that she could be somewhat of a hindrance on occasion. He crushed leaves, branches, and other natural detritus under his heavy tread, a viscous slime adhering itself to his footprints, the substance alternatively sizzling and seeping into the earth, the vegetation around it growing somewhat greener. Rattling breaths served as a background noise to the pair's approach, desperate gasps hissing through an antique rebreather. The child pointed towards the freshly-unfurled bedroll, and looked up at the three children, two of which shared the same face. "Are you having a slumber party? I always wanted to have a slumber party!" she exclaimed, bounding around on tiny feet with ample exuberance. The Marine loomed over her, his dead eye, still charred and ravaged by the blow, glared at the Primes. Why did he hear two voices, but three speakers? Damn this realm.