Cry of Freedom (Chapter I)

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   Naraias stood in a corner, half concealed by shadows. He had listened in on the conversation, saying nothing.
   
   Eyeing the prisoner he spoke softly in Kaduai, "Do you reckon she will awaken, Shaman of the Kaduai People?"
   
   Inhaling sharply, he spoke in common.
   
   "So... We need to leave... Where to? I presume the woman won't survive a trip tied to the back of our mounts..."

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   Cloudstrider gazed at the woman.  "She needs some rest, but she will live.  I expect that we could wake her, if need be."  He looked back to the skyknight Jajix.  "What I'm curious about is what exactly you have in mind to do.  Venturing as a wanted man into Honuntton territory is dangerous enough, let alone searching after - and, I'd assume, destroying - their secret impenetrable warship."

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   "We will need allies, to alert the other nations to Honuntton's black plans, that is why they are mining out the islands, why Sharashka and the High Temple of the Azure Lord, the isles of Lagerhans and the Lesser Wedge island all were destroyed. They need pantarbe, great amounts of it to make this type of ship, and it is beastly and slow, but nigh invulnerable." He stopped and took a drink from a wooden mug.
   
   "That is why they want me dead, I know where they are building the ships, I know how to find Gantris. As for getting in, that is why I have been seeking allies, for the only way I know is the way of the warrior and against such odds in open battle, I would be a sparrow before a hurricane. I know little of sneaking, and less of magic."

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   "Well then... Where do we find allies?", Naraias asked, pacing restlessly around the room.
   
   Throwing his arms open, his palms upwards in a gesture of innocense or curiosity; "If these leviathans are as I've heard, and if these Honunttons are as formidable as you say, we will need powerful allies indeed."
   
   The diminutive thief stared at the floor for a moment, his left hand caressing his bald pate.
   
   "We need somewhere safe... Somewhere to awaken and question our prisoner... Somewhere to approach allies. We need a big, important city and we need to go there by ship"
   
   The Pirate Airpinnace "Red Albatross" was in harbour. Peyata McGraven was an old, if not dear, acquaintance of his. Perhaps they could buy passage aboard his vessel, for it was among the fastest vessels in the region. However, rather than risk traveling with cut throats, he'd rather explore other options first
   
   "Hmmm... Anyone know of good transports to one of the more powerful neighbouring cities?"

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   (OOC - feel free to PM me with questions or relative knowledge checks or gather information checks, you've got skillz people, time to use them)

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   "Kaduai Nation would be willing to fight," Cloudstrider said assuredly, leaning against the wall near the Honuntton's bed.  "And they would give us a save haven.  But they would hardly be enough for a war.  Our numbers are small, even if our spirit is not."  The half-elf tapped his finger against his jawline in thought.  "We'd best evaluate our needs.  Some city that has no friendly ties to the Honunttons, with enough men, mettle and craft to put up a fight.  What cities near here would be friendly to us?"

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   The scene fades to black... the heroes take the evening and rest and recuperate from the battle. Magic DM wand is waved and all PCs are restored to full HP.

   
   
   Taitanath groaned, she was trapped again, her body slowly being constricted under the weight of the collapsed house. She wept as she felt aftershocks shaking the ground under her. She tried to move, but found her hands and feet stuck fast, she couldn't move her arms at all, and it was tight around her chest...
   
   Cloudstrider was roused to waking by the sounds of the captive. Her face was drawn tight, she was dreaming and she woke with a start, pulling at her bandages and the bindings that the skyknight had requested. She looked from Cloudstrider to the hulking lump of the still sleeping skyknight and she visibly sagged and fell back onto the bedding.
   
   It would be light out soon.
   
   
   

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   Tahar arose from his sleep - surprised the evening had passed undisturbed.  After his travels he appreciated the steady ground beneath, if not the heavy roof overhead. 
   
   He started the simple ritual that did homage to the Azure Lord.  Scripture dictated that it was performed under the open sky, but the situation demanded otherwise.  He would of course do penance at the next opportunity.
   
   The ritual was a slow, silent dance, hands tracing the path of the sun as it travelled through the Azure Lord's domain.  He drew his arms into himself and then splayed them out to the unseen heavens.  Here too he deferred to his circumstances - the joyous shout that normally ended the ritual would be most disturbing to his companions. 
   
   He sat down again and began preparing for the day, waiting for his companions to stir..
   
   
   
   

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    A soft smile rested on Cloudstrider's face as he stretched, rising from the bed.  "Well, good morning," he said quietly to the bound raider.  "I hope you slept well, you probably could've used the rest."  He stood and walked over to her, his eyes glancing to the window.  It was still before dawn, Kata Rangi's glory not yet rising from the sea below.  The paladin had already risen, it seemed: Tahar was an early riser like himself, the Kaduai figured.  The earlier the better, if they were to make any headway in their plans.  With a flew of his fingers, Cloudstrider reached toward the Honuntton.  "Let's see those wounds, then."

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    "What are you going to do to me..." the woman asked, her voice was thin and weak.
    
    The wounds still looked very wound-y, but better than the night before. There was bruising around where the darts had struck, but the skin had already scabbed over. She would live another day, but any sort of strenuous activity could reopen those puncture wounds.
    

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    (OOC: "Wound-y" has become my new favorite word.)
    
    "Shh, shh," Cloudstrider soothed, trying to calm the woman.  He'd had an image of her in his mind as a stone-hearted Honuntton agent, unbreakable and defiant.  A fool chooses his bird by its feather, an old Kaduai proverb reminded him.  "It's alright, I'm a healer," he said softly.  "I just want to check your wounds."  With gentle and trained hands, Cloudstrider examined the punctures on her side.  They were healing normally, but she was in no shape to travel.  "You'll be just fine," he smiled, covering her back up with the sheet.  "My apologies on the bindings, by the way.  You and your friends made us a little nervous, what with the arrow shots and all."
    
    Considering her slightly fragile state, the half-elf decided it would be a wasted opportunity to not gain some rapport with the woman.  "Not that it helps much, but I'm sure you'd do the same in our situation," he continued with an air of casualness.  "We're not so different, us warriors.  We both have our objectives, our loyalties.  I figure we ought to maintain a certain level of respect.  Our states may have their conflict, but that's no reason for us to spite one another, not in such circumstances.  Wouldn't you agree, Miss...?"
    
    (OOC: Diplomacy check on Taitanath.  W00t for half-elven racial bonuses on diplomacy checks. :D )

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    "Taitanath, and no miss." she said with a bit of bravado. "Most of my companions call me Taita, and if I were to agree with you I would be a liar." she sighed.
    
    "My companion Atard, the man in the courtyard, never took a prisoner alive. I imagine once the Dom awakens I will be questioned and then put to death. Perhaps I could have a sip of water?" She asked with a hint of resignation.

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    "Sure," Cloudstrider said, taking his canteen from his pack near the bed and handing it to her.  "Perhaps I can reassure you, then, that we are not your companions.  Know that we're no stalkers - no offense, of course," he smiled softly.  "You know the Dom then?  Why're you after him anyway?"

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    "I do not know him personally, only that we have been persuing him for several days, from... from a high island and across most of the Honuntton Gap, and we finally ran him to ground here. There were four of us when we started, but he slew our youngest, a a trainee on the ground. The second he took with an arrow to meet the Hard Death. Your associate slew Atard, and the other very nearly me." She took a drink from the canteen.
    
    "We are after him because we were ordered to. The Stalker doesnt ask why she stalks, only whom." She said with a sort of practiced answer. "I would venture a guess though," she said after a pause, "That he knows something that he shouldnt."

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