West Bound and Down - Part 1
Molly Bern had been the perfect choice in a companion to Ishgard. A midlander herb farmer and amateur Conjurer from Bentwood in the Shroud, Molly seemed every part the shy small girl, except she was not. Molly had been a sleeper agent of the Red Wings for two years, ever since her wandering and wild ways caught up with her. While rambling with a group of young and headstrong youths from Gridania, the small overconfident band came upon a supply stash for Garlean Agents in the Shroud and took what they pleased. Not even a hundred yalms from the spot, two of her friends were shot dead. The running only lead to magic being used. One of her friends burst into flames beside her, another froze and shattered. From above came the Falcon, observing the spot to record Garlean activity. Erik and his men had made landfall within moments, emerging from the ship, weapons bore. Soon the Garleans were dead, as well as all of the children. She was frightened but wanted revenge. Soon she was trained, equipped, and place in a small place to await Erik's call to repay her debt.
No one knew any of this past, only that a Priest of Halone approached with a young conjurer. Though an outsider, by law he was admitted to the theocratic state, they both were. They were welcomed by people who's job it was to do such things, served by people who's job it was to do such things, and by the time the sun was setting a few hours after they had arrived, they were followed by those who's job it was to do such things.
Erik turned a careful eye for a moment to the men following them, his elezen inherited senses nothing but inferior in a city of elezen's. He smiled as the thrill of battle began to build in him. He turned to Molly and grinned a reassuring smile at her, but lost it immediately when he saw her swoon dizzy and collapse. She was whimpering as if a pain was growing within her as she crumpled. The thrill was gone, only life and death for him and the young girl he had brought to such danger. He turned as he drew his blade from its aetheric hiding place only to meet shock as it did not materialize as it always did. Shock covered his face and he looked closer at the men approaching and saw a small silver box in the had of one, the lit opened. A moment later Erik felt his legs give out from under him. There was only discomfort as they approached, nothing like the agony Molly was feeling as she blessedly lost consciousness. As the men surrounded the Sultansworn the box was opened wide and Erik slipped into a sleep of exhaustion.
The men spoke to each other as he slipped away, all he was sure he had heard was a name, Heather.
Molly Bern had been the perfect choice in a companion to Ishgard. A midlander herb farmer and amateur Conjurer from Bentwood in the Shroud, Molly seemed every part the shy small girl, except she was not. Molly had been a sleeper agent of the Red Wings for two years, ever since her wandering and wild ways caught up with her. While rambling with a group of young and headstrong youths from Gridania, the small overconfident band came upon a supply stash for Garlean Agents in the Shroud and took what they pleased. Not even a hundred yalms from the spot, two of her friends were shot dead. The running only lead to magic being used. One of her friends burst into flames beside her, another froze and shattered. From above came the Falcon, observing the spot to record Garlean activity. Erik and his men had made landfall within moments, emerging from the ship, weapons bore. Soon the Garleans were dead, as well as all of the children. She was frightened but wanted revenge. Soon she was trained, equipped, and place in a small place to await Erik's call to repay her debt.
No one knew any of this past, only that a Priest of Halone approached with a young conjurer. Though an outsider, by law he was admitted to the theocratic state, they both were. They were welcomed by people who's job it was to do such things, served by people who's job it was to do such things, and by the time the sun was setting a few hours after they had arrived, they were followed by those who's job it was to do such things.
Erik turned a careful eye for a moment to the men following them, his elezen inherited senses nothing but inferior in a city of elezen's. He smiled as the thrill of battle began to build in him. He turned to Molly and grinned a reassuring smile at her, but lost it immediately when he saw her swoon dizzy and collapse. She was whimpering as if a pain was growing within her as she crumpled. The thrill was gone, only life and death for him and the young girl he had brought to such danger. He turned as he drew his blade from its aetheric hiding place only to meet shock as it did not materialize as it always did. Shock covered his face and he looked closer at the men approaching and saw a small silver box in the had of one, the lit opened. A moment later Erik felt his legs give out from under him. There was only discomfort as they approached, nothing like the agony Molly was feeling as she blessedly lost consciousness. As the men surrounded the Sultansworn the box was opened wide and Erik slipped into a sleep of exhaustion.
The men spoke to each other as he slipped away, all he was sure he had heard was a name, Heather.
To Be Continued...
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