Post by Amekage on Oct 28, 2019 22:27:13 GMT
" And you haven't retrieved her ?"
The room vibrated with irritating, although the two figures in the stone room seemed completely relaxed.
One stood tall in the doorway, arms crossed as he leaned against the frame of the slate gray opening as if eager to make an exit. In a room lit by only a few candles along the walls their figure was dimly visible at best, little more than a gray shadow to match the damp cob webbed room.
" It wouldn't be wise to waltz right into a great nations capital village, that would be a suicidal walk. I'm sure Fushiyro will get herself out in due time. We-"
The other figure raised a hand, completely cloaked in shadows other than their vague outline. Their frame seemed much smaller , as they were seated at a cracked and dusty stone table, a long forgotten relic that hadn't seemed to be used in a very long time. " I don't want to wait longer than we need to. Besides, what is a suicide walk to a man who cannot die?" His voice seemed a playful tone, although the tension in the room seemed enough to shatter windows if there had been any in the damp dark room.
Shuffling in the door way, the standing man walked into the room with the stone table over towards a far wall with a large recently added map. The map was marked in different area's with symbols, circles, and words as if to formulate a key of gibberish. " If it is the will of Jashin, then she will get herself out- "
A thunderous crash cut him off, as more dust filled the room! The once cracked table had lost a quarter of its size as the raised fist of the seated one had crushed through it with ease. The man near the map seemed to shy backwards, eyes wide in what could have been surprise, terror, or a little of both.... He remained silent.
"It isn't the will of Jashin that you need to worry about. I gave you the gift of being his Shepard, and you must not lose your flock. Bring the Canary back into our folds, or I will make sure to rip out the tongue of your soul, so you never speak with your god again." The seated figure still seemed as calm as a hindu cow, but the tension in the room could but cut with a knife. Although the rest of him as a shadow, a grin could be seen glistening through the dark.
" Now be a proper Shepard, and go bring your sheep back from the wolves. Send the Triton if you are concerned about your own neck."
The man near the map squinted in protest, but dared not to speak. Instead he nodded silently, and exited the room leaving the dust and dark behind until he ascended a flight of stone stairs, and out into a snowy landscape fitted with a gloomy sky. Now in the light his features were clear, a young man in maroon robes with two scimitars on either side of his hips. His ruby eyes turned to a group standing outside of the stone cave way he had exited.
Four figures stood completely cloaked from the cold, but they are bore the same symbol; a triangle within a circle....
"Triton...Go fetch the canary from the coal mines..."
The tallest of the five nodded, and without a word headed out into the forest....West...
