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Brayden
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An Oasis Among The Dunes: An Offer (I)
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Brayden
- Approved Character
- Posts: 19
- Joined: Fri May 06, 2016 11:57 am
- Race: Human
- Renown: 10
- Character Sheet
- Wealth Tier: Tier 1
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Miscellaneous
An Oasis Among The Dunes: An Offer (I)
A soft wind whipped through the desert, combing around the desert walls for anything it could tear apart with the sharp shards of sand it swept along with its secretive stirrings. Brayden raised a rough hand across his eyes, the leathery palm was more than a match for the weak gust, it was no sandstorm and he felt comfortable enough to step out from the protection of the city to the tents of the Slave Raiders without fearing being torn to pieces by the desert itself. Of course, the sun had now risen high above him, towering down, its fierce forcing the man to release torrents of sweat, he could feel the simmering heat of the sand through his leather boots. His reddening skin and heavy attire revealed him for a foreigner, an outsider, a lost beast wandering confused in a strange land.
He had noted the strange relationship between Nashaki and the Slave Raiders, one of mutual agreement and deep dislike. A marriage borne of necessity to appear strong to a greater power. The Eternal Empire. He knew so little about it, yet word of this Empire had reached him even as young lad running through the streets of Etzos yet it feel just as exotic and otherworldly in a city under its expansionist eye. He had never stepped into its territories, never talked or fought with its men, never meet its agents; it was foreign to him and that’s what preyed on his mind. “Empire, Empire, Empire” He muttered as he drudged through the sand. It felt like an uncomfortable word on his tongue, it didn’t sound right to him, it was a concept so abhorrent to the man that wished deeply to be free of servitude to anyone whom he did not want to follow. And what if her trail to him closer to the lands of the Empire, or even in them. He did not like that thought at all.
He came quickly within the outskirts of the camp, but he was no threat and was not stopped. No doubt that the true, important leaders dwelt within the city with their elites, the common rabble forced to tent up outside the walls and haul food, water and other supplies to their encampment and only sneaking in the occasional visit for the company of women of a disreputable persuasion. Or men. Whatever floated their particular boat no doubt. He had no idea where his goal was though, so he stopped the first Raider who looked like he had time to spare with chatter and asked.
“Where do you keep prisoners? He’s one of yours”.
A gnarled, dirty finger pointed the direction of a large, plain tent that swayed lightly in the breeze, flanked by two surly looking guards with their spears crossed and the tips shining brightly in the light of the midday sun. Brayden offered a grunt as way of thanks and march of with purpose in his steps as he stepped up the flanks of the tent.
“Halt” The guard on his right stated bluntly, his voice thick with boredom as he no doubt counted down the seconds till he would be relived from duty.
“I’m here to see one of your prisoners about an escaped slave” Brayden explained quickly, not wanting to stretch out this riveting interaction.
“By the Gods, another dog has come sniffing” This time the voice came from the guard on the left, with a visible sneer and tone heavy with derision. Brayden could only glare as he bit his tongue, he needed to get into the tent, without talking to the prisoner there was no trail to follow.
“We’ve had a fair few mercs come around, looking to talk” The other guard explained to him, not sharing his fellow guard’s condescending attitude to the mercenary.
“And have they been talking to him?” Brayden inquired, while the desert was the real danger in this, another mercenary could be the one that puts him in his grave. He could only the task proved enough a deterrent to scare the sensible, dangerous mercenaries of this job and the desert claimed the restless, stupid ones.
“Yeah, we’ve been letting them in. No sense not to, none of them seemed happy on their way out” The bored guard explained, Brayden was unsure whether this was good or bad for him.
“I see, can I talk to him?”
Two spears shifted, digging into the sand, as they stood upright and proud. The left one tilted his head, staring at disgust towards Brayden and said with a sneer.
“You may, don’t try anything.”
He had noted the strange relationship between Nashaki and the Slave Raiders, one of mutual agreement and deep dislike. A marriage borne of necessity to appear strong to a greater power. The Eternal Empire. He knew so little about it, yet word of this Empire had reached him even as young lad running through the streets of Etzos yet it feel just as exotic and otherworldly in a city under its expansionist eye. He had never stepped into its territories, never talked or fought with its men, never meet its agents; it was foreign to him and that’s what preyed on his mind. “Empire, Empire, Empire” He muttered as he drudged through the sand. It felt like an uncomfortable word on his tongue, it didn’t sound right to him, it was a concept so abhorrent to the man that wished deeply to be free of servitude to anyone whom he did not want to follow. And what if her trail to him closer to the lands of the Empire, or even in them. He did not like that thought at all.
He came quickly within the outskirts of the camp, but he was no threat and was not stopped. No doubt that the true, important leaders dwelt within the city with their elites, the common rabble forced to tent up outside the walls and haul food, water and other supplies to their encampment and only sneaking in the occasional visit for the company of women of a disreputable persuasion. Or men. Whatever floated their particular boat no doubt. He had no idea where his goal was though, so he stopped the first Raider who looked like he had time to spare with chatter and asked.
“Where do you keep prisoners? He’s one of yours”.
A gnarled, dirty finger pointed the direction of a large, plain tent that swayed lightly in the breeze, flanked by two surly looking guards with their spears crossed and the tips shining brightly in the light of the midday sun. Brayden offered a grunt as way of thanks and march of with purpose in his steps as he stepped up the flanks of the tent.
“Halt” The guard on his right stated bluntly, his voice thick with boredom as he no doubt counted down the seconds till he would be relived from duty.
“I’m here to see one of your prisoners about an escaped slave” Brayden explained quickly, not wanting to stretch out this riveting interaction.
“By the Gods, another dog has come sniffing” This time the voice came from the guard on the left, with a visible sneer and tone heavy with derision. Brayden could only glare as he bit his tongue, he needed to get into the tent, without talking to the prisoner there was no trail to follow.
“We’ve had a fair few mercs come around, looking to talk” The other guard explained to him, not sharing his fellow guard’s condescending attitude to the mercenary.
“And have they been talking to him?” Brayden inquired, while the desert was the real danger in this, another mercenary could be the one that puts him in his grave. He could only the task proved enough a deterrent to scare the sensible, dangerous mercenaries of this job and the desert claimed the restless, stupid ones.
“Yeah, we’ve been letting them in. No sense not to, none of them seemed happy on their way out” The bored guard explained, Brayden was unsure whether this was good or bad for him.
“I see, can I talk to him?”
Two spears shifted, digging into the sand, as they stood upright and proud. The left one tilted his head, staring at disgust towards Brayden and said with a sneer.
“You may, don’t try anything.”
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