Askier trudged along the road, the air growing cold as he headed for the mountains.north of the Black Shroud. His red coat was actually correct attire for the chilled air.
The miqo'te was swearing in the Garlean tongue and livid.Â
His world was shattered. His best friends torturers. He couldn't stand that fact. It made him squirm. Made him think of his own weeks of pain at Itar's hands. How he had screamed. How his friends had saved him, held him to make him feel safe again, held him with hands that did the same.
Osric and Kahn'a kept trying to justify there actions, saying it had been for information. But Askier's mind couldn't process that. Not wouldn't. Couldn't. To him, torture was no longer okay. And to think they had been his friends.
Askier screamed in anger, pulled out a hand grenade and threw it, the pin in his teeth. A huge eption tore trees to splinters and fire danced in his eyes.
Askier snarled and opened his coat. Dozens of explosives lined the inner wall of his coat and the Garlean miqo'te reached inside and began pulling them free and throwing them around him.Â
In a matter of moments a small area of forest was nothing more than a ring of shattered remains and charred husks. Smoke and fire rose into the sky as more foliage slowly burned. Askier was breaking heavily and laughing as he filled his lungs with the destruction.
"Those trees didn't suffer! Â Their death was so quick! I was kind to them." Askier then turned on his heel and marched back south.
Ashwynn wasn't safe without him. He couldn't leave her alone with those monsters, those animals that had torutred Alexei's killer as a revenge killing. He would keep her safe. And recover more of his explosive -toys- while he was at it.
The miqo'te was swearing in the Garlean tongue and livid.Â
His world was shattered. His best friends torturers. He couldn't stand that fact. It made him squirm. Made him think of his own weeks of pain at Itar's hands. How he had screamed. How his friends had saved him, held him to make him feel safe again, held him with hands that did the same.
Osric and Kahn'a kept trying to justify there actions, saying it had been for information. But Askier's mind couldn't process that. Not wouldn't. Couldn't. To him, torture was no longer okay. And to think they had been his friends.
Askier screamed in anger, pulled out a hand grenade and threw it, the pin in his teeth. A huge eption tore trees to splinters and fire danced in his eyes.
Askier snarled and opened his coat. Dozens of explosives lined the inner wall of his coat and the Garlean miqo'te reached inside and began pulling them free and throwing them around him.Â
In a matter of moments a small area of forest was nothing more than a ring of shattered remains and charred husks. Smoke and fire rose into the sky as more foliage slowly burned. Askier was breaking heavily and laughing as he filled his lungs with the destruction.
"Those trees didn't suffer! Â Their death was so quick! I was kind to them." Askier then turned on his heel and marched back south.
Ashwynn wasn't safe without him. He couldn't leave her alone with those monsters, those animals that had torutred Alexei's killer as a revenge killing. He would keep her safe. And recover more of his explosive -toys- while he was at it.
