One objective.
Kiht Jakkya had only one objective: Rescue Roen Deneith.
None of it made sense to her. She had no real idea why these people were fighting. They were all of the same nation. Monetarist, Royalist, Sultansworn, Immortal Flame; what did it matter? Kiht could not understand.
The complicated, little, secret civil war had been going on for a long time. Kiht had no stake in it. No stake aside from her friends. She didn't want to choose a side. She didn't want to fight for any Ul'dahn cause. However, she was not so naive that she thought she could remain neutral. Osric was there to kill a man, and Kiht was prepared to fight any of his enemies who got in her way. She was on the side of a man who was certainly not a hero.
The notion never gave her pause though. Ironically, Osric and Kiht always seemed to end up on the same side. She could not understand why. She always had her own objective different from his, yet they had always ended up fighting the same foes in some way. Coincidence? Kiht wondered, but she had no answers.
"Incoming charge!" A strong female voice, Crofte's voice, shouted as the male Highlander Paladin ran in.
Kiht's attention was snapped back to the present. She had to focus. Even in the dark of the tunnel, her Keeper eyes clearly saw the cluster of foes blocking her way to Black Cell. The only way past them was through them – she readied her spear.
Already, someone was shooting fire arrows in at the group. Kiht kept having to wince and blink at the annoying light.
"HUNTRESS! LET'S GET GOING!" Osric shouted to her.
She was on Osric's heels in an instant; staying with him as he moved into the fray, but keeping her spear away from him in case the scrappy fighter had to maneuver back. Both of the armored soldiers closed on Osric, but his Highlander ally was occupied with Crofte. Leggerless was busy trying to not be shot by arrows, so there was no one to help Osric.
Kiht turned her spear on the armored soldier closest to her. She wasn't going to let them gang up on Osric. Just as she began to move in with her spear, water and rocks blasted up from the tunnel floor. It gave Kiht pause, but it had a worse effect on the soldiers. They gave Osric space for a split second...
“Go†Osric said over her linkpearl. It was her chance.
Suddenly, Kiht disengaged from her attack. She bolted between the two armored soldiers. She knew it would not be quite that easy. It was a tunnel, and there was little room to move. However, years of running through dense forest while in pursuit of prey, or while being pursued by horrifying beasts, had made her skilled with agility.
Something hard struck her legs – the bastard soldier in armor used his axe handle to trip her. However, she staggered then ducked into a swift roll; breaking her momentum and regaining her balance as she came to her feet. She continued to run. Her charge to Black Cell would be unrelenting.
Archer.
Kiht suddenly remembered the archer. “Shite!†She cursed. It was a mistake to run with her back to an archer. She knew that all too well. The tunnel gave her no cover, and hardly any room at her flanks. She began to hop and turn to her right and left. She moved in as much of a haphazard pattern as she could to try and avoid any possible shots from the archer.
Unfortunately, any archer worthy of the title would not miss much in that kind of situation. But Kiht had to get to Roen. Nothing else mattered. She had to keep running. Her “sister†was captive.
A stinging pain shot from her shoulder, and surged through her body. Kiht had been struck by the archer – an arrow piercing into her right shoulder blade. She staggered to a halt, and let out a loud, abrupt growl of protest.
However, the injury was a fortune hidden under a misfortune. She had to turn around. The archer could have been preparing another shot, so she swiftly twisted to look behind herself. That was when she saw him – a cloaked man with a single blade. He had pursued her without her noticing. It was quite the feat considering few people were capable of sneaking up on the Huntress.
She took her spear in her left hand, and held it center-haft. Her ears pinned back on her head as she let out a low growl at the man.
“.................................shit.†The cloaked man said quietly.
Kiht narrowed her eyes at him. She was not going to make the first move yet. He could be used as cover from the archer, and he seemed reluctant to face her directly.
“Ah---. Y--you'd b-best run... y-you're w-wounded...!†The man stammered out at her.
Kiht shook her head. “So you can stab me in the back?! I think not!†She said in a harsh tone, but continued to wait. She tightened her grasp on her spear.
The cloaked man suddenly looked resigned, but he started to move in confidently. He approached directly like a rookie fighter. Kiht was forced to use her spear with one hand. A skilled assassin would have taken better advantage of that.
He swiftly batted aside the tip of her spear with his blade, but Kiht hopped back; bringing her spear back into point towards the man's body. In one swift motion, before her body even finished landing from the hop, she thrust her spear forward into his torso. The unfortunate assassin was skewered straight through the midsection. The spear point poked out his back as blood poured from his wound.
Kiht stood still for a moment as her spear remained impaled in the man, and she wondered if he had truly been a threat... Oh well, he should not have moved towards her with a deadly weapon. She abruptly yanked the spear from his body.
"Hgghhkk..." He let out as he fell to the ground.
She quickly turned then began running down the tunnel. The man was left bleeding on the ground. "H---healer....?" Were his final words.
Kiht continued down the tunnel swiftly and quietly. She grit her teeth through the pain caused by the arrow in her shoulder. She scanned for any signs of cells. Roen was her only objective.
It wasn't long before she found a thick reinforced wooden door to her right. There was a small window in the upper half, and a torch light that flickered from within the thick door. She studied the thing, and sniffed the air, but all she could smell was the musk of the tunnel. She began to slowly push the door open. It was unlocked.
The heavy door creaked open, and within was a cell with thick granite stones on all sides. Another set of doors was ahead. It was ajar. She swiftly moved to it then used her left shoulder to push her way through the door. She quickly glanced about as she moved through the doorway.
Beyond the second set of doors was what looked to be a cell, a cot, manacles chained to the ground and a small table. But, no occupant was within it. Kiht surveyed the cell frantically. She sniffed the air to find any familiar scent. She then paused for a split second; the cell was full of the scent that Kiht knew far too well. Roen had been there for many suns.
She frantically began to study every object in a hurried investigation. She let out a quiet whimper as the pain in her shoulder flared to match the intensity of the pain in her heart. Roen was captive, but not there. Where was Roen then? Was Kiht in the wrong place? The thoughts flooded her mind.
Nothing. There were no clues. The trail was cold. Not even the best trackers would have found anything to go on. Roen was gone without a trace.
Kiht made her way to exit the cell; stepping just outside the door. She quivered in almost uncontrollable frustration. "Roooooeeen!" She called out into the tunnel. However, Kiht's desperate call echoed forlornly down the winding tunnels with no answer.
Kiht's ears lowered along with her head. Once again, she was not able to find Roen when she needed Kiht the most. An arrow stuck out from her shoulder, her mission failed, her honor crushed, her characteristic Moon-keeper notions of sentimentality left unsatisfied... She slowly raised her head as she grew an intense scowl. Tears began to well in her eyes.
UNACCEPTABLE.
Someone had to pay. The people who might know where Roen was were still fighting her allies in the tunnel. One of them might have had an answer. If not, someone had to die.
*BLAM!*
A loud sound from the tunnel she came from broke Kiht from her state. Her head jerked to gaze down the tunnel. “What the Hells was that?â€
*BLAM!*
A firearm...
Kiht Jakkya had only one objective: Rescue Roen Deneith.
None of it made sense to her. She had no real idea why these people were fighting. They were all of the same nation. Monetarist, Royalist, Sultansworn, Immortal Flame; what did it matter? Kiht could not understand.
The complicated, little, secret civil war had been going on for a long time. Kiht had no stake in it. No stake aside from her friends. She didn't want to choose a side. She didn't want to fight for any Ul'dahn cause. However, she was not so naive that she thought she could remain neutral. Osric was there to kill a man, and Kiht was prepared to fight any of his enemies who got in her way. She was on the side of a man who was certainly not a hero.
The notion never gave her pause though. Ironically, Osric and Kiht always seemed to end up on the same side. She could not understand why. She always had her own objective different from his, yet they had always ended up fighting the same foes in some way. Coincidence? Kiht wondered, but she had no answers.
"Incoming charge!" A strong female voice, Crofte's voice, shouted as the male Highlander Paladin ran in.
Kiht's attention was snapped back to the present. She had to focus. Even in the dark of the tunnel, her Keeper eyes clearly saw the cluster of foes blocking her way to Black Cell. The only way past them was through them – she readied her spear.
Already, someone was shooting fire arrows in at the group. Kiht kept having to wince and blink at the annoying light.
"HUNTRESS! LET'S GET GOING!" Osric shouted to her.
She was on Osric's heels in an instant; staying with him as he moved into the fray, but keeping her spear away from him in case the scrappy fighter had to maneuver back. Both of the armored soldiers closed on Osric, but his Highlander ally was occupied with Crofte. Leggerless was busy trying to not be shot by arrows, so there was no one to help Osric.
Kiht turned her spear on the armored soldier closest to her. She wasn't going to let them gang up on Osric. Just as she began to move in with her spear, water and rocks blasted up from the tunnel floor. It gave Kiht pause, but it had a worse effect on the soldiers. They gave Osric space for a split second...
“Go†Osric said over her linkpearl. It was her chance.
Suddenly, Kiht disengaged from her attack. She bolted between the two armored soldiers. She knew it would not be quite that easy. It was a tunnel, and there was little room to move. However, years of running through dense forest while in pursuit of prey, or while being pursued by horrifying beasts, had made her skilled with agility.
Something hard struck her legs – the bastard soldier in armor used his axe handle to trip her. However, she staggered then ducked into a swift roll; breaking her momentum and regaining her balance as she came to her feet. She continued to run. Her charge to Black Cell would be unrelenting.
Archer.
Kiht suddenly remembered the archer. “Shite!†She cursed. It was a mistake to run with her back to an archer. She knew that all too well. The tunnel gave her no cover, and hardly any room at her flanks. She began to hop and turn to her right and left. She moved in as much of a haphazard pattern as she could to try and avoid any possible shots from the archer.
Unfortunately, any archer worthy of the title would not miss much in that kind of situation. But Kiht had to get to Roen. Nothing else mattered. She had to keep running. Her “sister†was captive.
A stinging pain shot from her shoulder, and surged through her body. Kiht had been struck by the archer – an arrow piercing into her right shoulder blade. She staggered to a halt, and let out a loud, abrupt growl of protest.
However, the injury was a fortune hidden under a misfortune. She had to turn around. The archer could have been preparing another shot, so she swiftly twisted to look behind herself. That was when she saw him – a cloaked man with a single blade. He had pursued her without her noticing. It was quite the feat considering few people were capable of sneaking up on the Huntress.
She took her spear in her left hand, and held it center-haft. Her ears pinned back on her head as she let out a low growl at the man.
“.................................shit.†The cloaked man said quietly.
Kiht narrowed her eyes at him. She was not going to make the first move yet. He could be used as cover from the archer, and he seemed reluctant to face her directly.
“Ah---. Y--you'd b-best run... y-you're w-wounded...!†The man stammered out at her.
Kiht shook her head. “So you can stab me in the back?! I think not!†She said in a harsh tone, but continued to wait. She tightened her grasp on her spear.
The cloaked man suddenly looked resigned, but he started to move in confidently. He approached directly like a rookie fighter. Kiht was forced to use her spear with one hand. A skilled assassin would have taken better advantage of that.
He swiftly batted aside the tip of her spear with his blade, but Kiht hopped back; bringing her spear back into point towards the man's body. In one swift motion, before her body even finished landing from the hop, she thrust her spear forward into his torso. The unfortunate assassin was skewered straight through the midsection. The spear point poked out his back as blood poured from his wound.
Kiht stood still for a moment as her spear remained impaled in the man, and she wondered if he had truly been a threat... Oh well, he should not have moved towards her with a deadly weapon. She abruptly yanked the spear from his body.
"Hgghhkk..." He let out as he fell to the ground.
She quickly turned then began running down the tunnel. The man was left bleeding on the ground. "H---healer....?" Were his final words.
Kiht continued down the tunnel swiftly and quietly. She grit her teeth through the pain caused by the arrow in her shoulder. She scanned for any signs of cells. Roen was her only objective.
It wasn't long before she found a thick reinforced wooden door to her right. There was a small window in the upper half, and a torch light that flickered from within the thick door. She studied the thing, and sniffed the air, but all she could smell was the musk of the tunnel. She began to slowly push the door open. It was unlocked.
The heavy door creaked open, and within was a cell with thick granite stones on all sides. Another set of doors was ahead. It was ajar. She swiftly moved to it then used her left shoulder to push her way through the door. She quickly glanced about as she moved through the doorway.
Beyond the second set of doors was what looked to be a cell, a cot, manacles chained to the ground and a small table. But, no occupant was within it. Kiht surveyed the cell frantically. She sniffed the air to find any familiar scent. She then paused for a split second; the cell was full of the scent that Kiht knew far too well. Roen had been there for many suns.
She frantically began to study every object in a hurried investigation. She let out a quiet whimper as the pain in her shoulder flared to match the intensity of the pain in her heart. Roen was captive, but not there. Where was Roen then? Was Kiht in the wrong place? The thoughts flooded her mind.
Nothing. There were no clues. The trail was cold. Not even the best trackers would have found anything to go on. Roen was gone without a trace.
Kiht made her way to exit the cell; stepping just outside the door. She quivered in almost uncontrollable frustration. "Roooooeeen!" She called out into the tunnel. However, Kiht's desperate call echoed forlornly down the winding tunnels with no answer.
Kiht's ears lowered along with her head. Once again, she was not able to find Roen when she needed Kiht the most. An arrow stuck out from her shoulder, her mission failed, her honor crushed, her characteristic Moon-keeper notions of sentimentality left unsatisfied... She slowly raised her head as she grew an intense scowl. Tears began to well in her eyes.
UNACCEPTABLE.
Someone had to pay. The people who might know where Roen was were still fighting her allies in the tunnel. One of them might have had an answer. If not, someone had to die.
*BLAM!*
A loud sound from the tunnel she came from broke Kiht from her state. Her head jerked to gaze down the tunnel. “What the Hells was that?â€
*BLAM!*
A firearm...
