05-19-2016, 12:01 PM
The short guard grinned and their departure from the commander was signaled with a less-than-formal salute. “Well, you’re in recruit Adams, but don’t think we’ll go easy on ya. My name’s Den, I haven’t been here long, but when I stumbled along to Darkshire, it was during an attack, the Commander saw my skill and invited me to stay. I get three square meals a day, and have relatively safe and clean quarters.”
“Nice to meet you, Private Den. Do you usually guard the gate?” Christa asked, she’d seen him on duty every time she’d come back to Darkshire, at least, since she had become a Prime.
“Yeah, I guard the south side, another guards the north, we don’t have many men to spare.” Den was eyeing her backpack, “Say, is your... Wolf, still in there?”
Christa nodded, and noted his hesitation, but took no sympathy, “Yep, and he’s gonna train with me. See, two eyes are better than one, and he’ll be handy in battle, or tracking down prey. He’s native to this land and...” the woman wasn’t one to trail off, but now Den wasn’t even listening to her, he’d gone to some far off place, leaving Christa to ramble to herself. She sighed. This might be a long day, she could only imagine what would happen when her pup finally woke up and was able to stand beside her.
“He’ll be an asset, or I’ll put him down myself. Never underestimate how useful something can be.” with that, however, they’d arrived at the armory, and it seemed that the only think they had of plentiful stock, were indeed, garments of the uniform. They were piled high on one corner of the room, and hastily folded. “Huh. Black? Don’t really think that’s my color,” she smirked and Den cracked a small smile himself as she welcomed the new coat in place of the old one. Bit of symbolism there, and Christa stood a little taller with the added protection of simple fabric over her skin.
She fished around the remnants of armor, they’d used a good portion of their supplies on the skeletons outside for defense, “I’m not really into wearing armor, hinders my speed, see.”
“Well, we want you to have a feasible defense, since one bite could change your physiology for the worse. Why don’t you just take the lightest stuff?” his suggestion was accepted, and she couldn’t very well just show up to the training squad below standards. She even grabbed a shield, rather favoring it, and stowed a katana-shaped sword on her belt.
It covered up the holes in her undershirt for the most part, and being a prime was great, because whatever damage she had accumulated on her trip across the Pale Moors was entirely gone -no scars. “I won’t like, this verse always creeped me out, I never spent much time here, ‘cept with Barney and Mornel..” Christa attempted to build a slight bond with Den, since they’d assumably be working alongside one another.
“Shame what happened to him, he was a good man.” Christa blinked, should she tell him? Nah, once Mornel remembered his duties, he’d be back in no time, people would be shocked though, to see him in better health than before. “I killed him by going after the monsters, but he told me to avenge him, so I did. I think we saw the connection happening more slowly, like with his age, which was changing rapidly. When I blew them up-”
“You... What?” Their stride continued, but now Den was looking at the cursed wolf-whisperer in a new light.
“Well, yeah, how’d you think I got the stone angel’s finger? It was all very strange though, someone had corralled them into the cave but didn’t finish the job, and they were protecting... Or harvesting something. A little C-4 and the creatures were dead though, makes me worried though, if there were ever more of them... One almost got me a few times, I opened my eyes just in time to freeze her.” Her explanation left Den in the dark, so he asked.
“Freeze her?”
“Yeah, so they have some weird physics, or maybe it’s a curse but you have to keep your eyes open, or else they’ll do the same thing that they did to Mornel, to you. If your eyes are open, they stay stone, but that’s not the only thing, they can move freely in the dark, if one cannot see them.” she warned Den, who seemed a bit scared.
“Well it’s a good thing you took care of them, then, sounds like bad news for Darkshire without you.” this show of appreciation was the last she’d ever see from Den, for the city bell was ringing, and that could mean only one thing, attack. “Looks like today isn’t your lucky day, recruit. All hands on deck is the saying, this’ll be good practice for you.”
Darkshire’s most formidable ally was the one that rose in the darkness, and proudly seized the night. Dracula had legions on connections spread all throughout the Moors, and each and every one were as dangerous as the last.
The duo strolled up to the gate, then Den introduced Christa to her superior, who let her join with the other training recruits, “Adams? You, over there, now,” he offered a familiar grin to her, since after all, this was Barney, a man she had known for many years. Unlike Mornel, he was about fifty, and his age was completely earned. The wrinkles around his eyes showed with the buoyant residue of a well-worn smile, “Good to see ya, kid, plus, you look much happier. Strange though, to see you wearing my colors, happy to have ya though.” He assured and the men who had already gained guard status took the front lines, while the trainees took a back seat, and waited to be told what to do when the call of battle arose.
“Nice to meet you, Private Den. Do you usually guard the gate?” Christa asked, she’d seen him on duty every time she’d come back to Darkshire, at least, since she had become a Prime.
“Yeah, I guard the south side, another guards the north, we don’t have many men to spare.” Den was eyeing her backpack, “Say, is your... Wolf, still in there?”
Christa nodded, and noted his hesitation, but took no sympathy, “Yep, and he’s gonna train with me. See, two eyes are better than one, and he’ll be handy in battle, or tracking down prey. He’s native to this land and...” the woman wasn’t one to trail off, but now Den wasn’t even listening to her, he’d gone to some far off place, leaving Christa to ramble to herself. She sighed. This might be a long day, she could only imagine what would happen when her pup finally woke up and was able to stand beside her.
“He’ll be an asset, or I’ll put him down myself. Never underestimate how useful something can be.” with that, however, they’d arrived at the armory, and it seemed that the only think they had of plentiful stock, were indeed, garments of the uniform. They were piled high on one corner of the room, and hastily folded. “Huh. Black? Don’t really think that’s my color,” she smirked and Den cracked a small smile himself as she welcomed the new coat in place of the old one. Bit of symbolism there, and Christa stood a little taller with the added protection of simple fabric over her skin.
She fished around the remnants of armor, they’d used a good portion of their supplies on the skeletons outside for defense, “I’m not really into wearing armor, hinders my speed, see.”
“Well, we want you to have a feasible defense, since one bite could change your physiology for the worse. Why don’t you just take the lightest stuff?” his suggestion was accepted, and she couldn’t very well just show up to the training squad below standards. She even grabbed a shield, rather favoring it, and stowed a katana-shaped sword on her belt.
It covered up the holes in her undershirt for the most part, and being a prime was great, because whatever damage she had accumulated on her trip across the Pale Moors was entirely gone -no scars. “I won’t like, this verse always creeped me out, I never spent much time here, ‘cept with Barney and Mornel..” Christa attempted to build a slight bond with Den, since they’d assumably be working alongside one another.
“Shame what happened to him, he was a good man.” Christa blinked, should she tell him? Nah, once Mornel remembered his duties, he’d be back in no time, people would be shocked though, to see him in better health than before. “I killed him by going after the monsters, but he told me to avenge him, so I did. I think we saw the connection happening more slowly, like with his age, which was changing rapidly. When I blew them up-”
“You... What?” Their stride continued, but now Den was looking at the cursed wolf-whisperer in a new light.
“Well, yeah, how’d you think I got the stone angel’s finger? It was all very strange though, someone had corralled them into the cave but didn’t finish the job, and they were protecting... Or harvesting something. A little C-4 and the creatures were dead though, makes me worried though, if there were ever more of them... One almost got me a few times, I opened my eyes just in time to freeze her.” Her explanation left Den in the dark, so he asked.
“Freeze her?”
“Yeah, so they have some weird physics, or maybe it’s a curse but you have to keep your eyes open, or else they’ll do the same thing that they did to Mornel, to you. If your eyes are open, they stay stone, but that’s not the only thing, they can move freely in the dark, if one cannot see them.” she warned Den, who seemed a bit scared.
“Well it’s a good thing you took care of them, then, sounds like bad news for Darkshire without you.” this show of appreciation was the last she’d ever see from Den, for the city bell was ringing, and that could mean only one thing, attack. “Looks like today isn’t your lucky day, recruit. All hands on deck is the saying, this’ll be good practice for you.”
Darkshire’s most formidable ally was the one that rose in the darkness, and proudly seized the night. Dracula had legions on connections spread all throughout the Moors, and each and every one were as dangerous as the last.
The duo strolled up to the gate, then Den introduced Christa to her superior, who let her join with the other training recruits, “Adams? You, over there, now,” he offered a familiar grin to her, since after all, this was Barney, a man she had known for many years. Unlike Mornel, he was about fifty, and his age was completely earned. The wrinkles around his eyes showed with the buoyant residue of a well-worn smile, “Good to see ya, kid, plus, you look much happier. Strange though, to see you wearing my colors, happy to have ya though.” He assured and the men who had already gained guard status took the front lines, while the trainees took a back seat, and waited to be told what to do when the call of battle arose.
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