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Post by Artigas on May 1, 2016 19:51:57 GMT
Artigas continued to smile as she complimented him "Trust is a funny thing, it takes a lifetime to earn and just a second to destroy" he told her as she spoke of her earning his trust, it wasn't something that she should assume that she had. He would admit that he trusted her, but he was still slightly cautious of her because of her obvious skill as a warrior. However he trusted her loyalty to the coalition and the Heda, it would be a breach of the agreement if they fought each other, the twelve clans were at peace for the first time in a long while and Artigas did not want to be the one to ruin that, he had to trust that Mari felt the same way.
Finally the girl decided to speak the truth and reveal her true identity to him and he was surprised at the revelation that she was to be the leader of her people, but he didn't think this was worth laughing about. Many of their leaders were female and he had been given no reason to doubt their abilities before, they were better warriors than some men that he knew. He nodded along to her words and the smile returned to his face "your approach certainly makes sense and I feel as if I must thank you for not killing me for trespassing on your land" he bowed stiffly to Mari in acknowledgement of her rank and despite the fact that they were from different clans, it didn't erase the fact that she outranked him and he felt a certain desire to treat her respectfully as he did with his own leaders. "I'm sure your people will come to understand your ways when they realise that peace is better than war, they will lose less people that they care about due to unnecessary war" he assured her, if he, a boy from a rival clan could understand the girls beliefs then he had to believe that her own people would come to understand her as well.
He flinched away slightly as she reached up with the scarf. Trust me. She spoke gently to him and strangely he found that he did, the next thing he knew, Mari had tied the scarf around his face making sure that he couldn't see a thing before giving him the instructions to count to ten before coming to find her. Artigas had certainly never played this game before, he found it kind of disorienting that he couldn't see anything and his senses heightened as he tried to listen out for any signs of danger, back in his own territory it would be seen as beyond foolish to relax like this. However he trusted that Mari would not allow any harm to come to him, he only hoped that his trust was not misplaced.
After he'd counted slowly to ten, Artigas slowly started walking forwards, hands outstretched and waving around slightly so that he could avoid a painful collision with a tree. He stumbled once over a tree root and spun around in surprise, unused to not having his eyes to look around and assess an area. The area had grown deathly quiet apart from the occasion chirp of a cricket and every time a butterfly brushed up against him the boy would flinch away, not expecting the sudden contact.
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Post by Artigas on May 1, 2016 19:15:47 GMT
Artigas walked over towards the door that had been left open by the guards "We have to move now" he muttered, peering cautiously around the corner as if expecting to see a second pair of guards approaching their cell. Turning back to her, he was just about to say something else when he noticed the blood "You're hurt?" he questioned her as he quickly retraced his steps to stand beside her once again, it seemed as though her injuries were more severe than he originally thought. "We have to hurry..." he muttered as he pressed a hand to her back and began to steer her towards the door "once we are back at Tondc my father can help you" even as he spoke the words he doubted whether or not the girl would make it all the way to the village with him, she was losing a lot of blood and he wasn't a healer but he was fairly sure that blood had to remain in your body to be of any use to you.
"Stay close to me and I'll get us out of here" he whispered to her, he wasn't going to let her die here, she wasn't going to die, not today. She had helped him when he needed her and now he was going to return the favour, to be a warrior meant protecting your people, all of your people and that meant that nobody got left behind. Klara was Trikru, he had a responsibility to protect her as well as a newly established friendship with the girl that just made him even more determined to get her back to the village where she could receive the help she needed.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 30, 2016 16:25:25 GMT
She took another step towards him but this time Artigas made no attempt to retreat, he was confident that she wouldn't attempt to harm him and even if she did, he was confident that he could disarm her or at least reach his spear before she caused him injury. When she told him that she thought that he was a strong warrior, the boy couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. "You think I'm a good warrior?" he questioned her, of course he wanted to prove himself to be a great warrior, he'd spent his whole life training so that one day he could protect the people he cared about. Looking down at Mari, he gave a slight not of his head, forgetting about his responsibilities for a while wouldn't kill him and he wasn't even within his own territory, he was not duty bound to the people of Trishana, he didn't need to act like the warrior he had trained so hard to be when none of his own people were around to protect.
Artigas raised an eyebrow as she spoke of her rank "What exactly are you to your people?" he asked in confusion. They had female warriors back in Trikru, they were treated with the same respect as men were, in fact the chief of his village was a woman and if anybody dared to question her authority he was sure they'd pay with their life. He was impatient to find out more about Mari, it irritated him that already she knew so much about his life and he knew so little about hers. He couldn't really call her a friend, not really... Friendship was too strong a word, but they had a mutual understanding that came with growing up in their world, feeling the pressures of training, having judgement cast upon them for even the slightest mistakes that they made.
He didn't understand why the people of her clan didn't respect her, she was obviously a talented warrior, she was observant and patient, two qualities that was valued traits that a warrior should have. "I will play with you" the boy finally gave in to the girl "but I cannot stay long, it is already getting dark and I need to be home before morning" he muttered knowing that his parents were probably already wondering where he was and why he had not returned to the village yet. They might even be worried, but he could not leave without offering the girl one game, of her choosing of course. He was unsure what she'd want to play, but it would be rude to spend all this time talking to her only to leave without engaging in a simple game with her, what harm could it do?
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Post by Artigas on Apr 30, 2016 8:45:54 GMT
Artigas wasn't afraid of this girl, she intrigued him and the fact that he knew so little about her just made him want to hang around longer so that he might find out more about her. The fact that she didn't give much about herself away meant that she was smart and perhaps just as cautious of him as he was of her but if that was the case then she was doing a great job at hiding it. He heard her laugh as he backed away from her and arched an eyebrow quizzically "I'd rather be cautious than end up dead because I put trust in someone I'd just met today" he told her as his hand remained hovering over the knife on his hip. That was when she revealed that she had her own concealed weapon and he cussed himself for not being more vigilant, but it didn't appear as if she was going to use the blade.
"I've already told you that I have no intention of harming you" speaking quietly he followed her gaze as she turned around to look in the direction where he knew the mountain lay. That place had torn families apart and they were powerless to stop it, the reapers were strong and attacked often without warning in large groups. Artigas was tired of living in fear, there was more to life than just looking over your shoulder, fearing that every day could be your last, there had to be. As she spoke of her own time exploring he couldn't help but feel slightly envious of her, what he wouldn't give to have her freedom, to not be bound by duty. He loved training as a warrior, he loved the responsibility that he had to protect his people even if the task sometimes seemed daunting and there were many failures along the way when people could not be saved, but he longed to be able to explore other territories besides his own, he knew Trikru territory like the back of his hand. What he wanted was to see the world, see if there were lands even more beautiful than even Trishana territory with their glowing trees and wondrous butterflies.
Trishana and Trikru had different views on what fun was. Trikru trained their warriors to be brutal warriors that were not afraid to kill to protect their people, there was little time for meaningless games when you had to protect the villagers from harm. However, Artigas couldn't help but feel almost excited at the idea of exploring the games that the Trishana children played. As she spoke to him, he scowled "are you mocking me?" he allowed the question to slip from his mouth, her laughter only adding to the insult he felt. He wasn't used to being laughed at and he didn't like it, she could afford to act like a child and make fun of him for the way that he and his people lived but at the end of the day he didn't care for her judgement.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 29, 2016 23:36:11 GMT
He listened to her talk fondly of her brother and smiled, thinking not for the first time about what it might be like to have a sibling. He would've loved a sibling growing up but unfortunately he was never lucky enough to be blessed with one, he had enough good friends to make up for it though and he was content having his parents to himself. As she spoke about the knife that he had hidden at his hip, his hand instinctively flew to the weapon, his eyes narrowing in suspicion at the girl. "Something tells me... You don't need the protection of an older sibling" he told her, raising an eyebrow questioningly as his hand remained on his hidden blade. He had a feeling that there was more to this girl than she was revealing, a girl that had been raised by modest farmers would never have guessed that he had a blade hidden on his person although they might've had a suspicion.
"The mountain will fall" Artigas assured her "my father said so... It might not be today and it might not be tomorrow but eventually it will fall" he was aware that the mountain men were extremely dangerous, they had guns and a deadly acidic fog protecting their compound. However, they'd made a great enemy when they had started taking the people of the twelve clans, of course the mountain men were dangerous but one day they would have to leave their mountain home and when they did, the armies of the twelve clans would be waiting to cut them down for murdering countless of their people. Unfortunately Artigas didn't think this would be in his lifetime and he was disappointed that he would not be around to see their enemy fall, nobody close to him had been taken into the mountain, but he knew of people from his village that had been taken and the people of his village were his family.
The boy nodded thoughtfully along to her words "Trikru can be peaceful" he muttered "we laugh and joke on good days, but good days are rare when you have the mountain casting its shadow over you" he told her as he watched Mari. The mountain was in Trikru territory after all, the people of the woods clan were always being terrorised by reapers, always glancing over their shoulders in fear of being watched and then there was the added threat of the natural predators they faced daily, Pauna and the panthers that lurked in the shadows were just a couple of the threats that they faced day to day, there wasn't a lot of time to act like a child when there was so much to be fearful about.
As she took a step towards him, he couldn't help but slowly take a step backwards still cautious of her despite their prolonged conversation. The way that she knew of his concealed weapon and the way she spoke now of being more like him than he thought. The more he thought about it, the more it became obvious to him that she was not the daughter of a farmer, she'd been trained as a warrior like him, the fact that they came from different clans was irrelevant, they'd been trained to believe different things, to fight using different tactics but the signs were all there. "There is truth behind your words..." he told her as he listened to her speak "to be chained to just one area when there is a whole world to explore just seems so pointless, how will we ever discover what's out there if we just stay in our own territory, there is a whole other world for us to investigate and to learn about!" Chuckling, he leaned his spear against a nearby tree before turning to her again "So enlighten me... What do you people do for fun around here?" he questioned her, back in Trikru territory he often climbed trees with his friends, went swimming in the lake and ran races to stay entertained, but each of these 'games' had a practical use and enhanced one or more of his skills whilst still managing to be fun but Artigas was curious to find out what the people of this clan did for fun, she was right, life was short and for the most part he enjoyed his life in the village of Tondc, it was peaceful, he enjoyed the familiar sounds and smells of his village but the familiarity was part of what made it boring and drove him to venture from his territory in search of adventure.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 29, 2016 22:07:53 GMT
At her words the boy raised an eyebrow "I wasn't suggesting that you needed protection, I'm sure you're capable of defending yourself" of course he had his doubts but he wasn't going to tell her that. He knew many girls that wouldn't take kindly to people doubting their capabilities as warriors. As she mentioned a brother, Artigas glanced around as if expecting to see the boy watching them nearby but of course there was no one to see "A brother? Older?" he asked her, curious about her family. He had no siblings himself, his parents had struggled to conceive a child and so there was only him but he had a close bond with the other children in his village, viewing them all as his extended family. As she spoke about not needing to call her brother to come to her rescue the boy couldn't help but smirk "I wouldn't be so sure, it's dangerous to speak to strangers... You never know who they really are" he joked as his grip shifted on his spear.
As she spoke of her father, he lowered his gaze "I'm very sorry to hear of that" he muttered, he was lucky that he had both his parents, a lot of children his own age had lost one or both of their parents and he didn't know what he would do if his mother or father was no longer there, he cared for them both deeply and couldn't imagine living without them although he knew that one day it was a possibility that he'd have to say goodbye to his parents, if he was fortunate enough to outlive them. "The mountain has claimed many lives from my clan, many people have been taken and never returned" the mountain men were a constant threat that hung over the twelve clans, unfortunately it was the clans that were nearest to the mountain that suffered the most, Trikru and Trishana were among some of the clans that were located closest to the mountain.
He listened as she spoke of the ways of her people and he wasn't afraid to say that Trishana sounded weird, the way they viewed play and how they held onto their youth. "That sounds weird... In Trikru, the warriors do not play" he told her with a frown "I cannot remember the last time I played a game with my friends just for fun, everything is to enhance our skills, it is always a competition of who can be the best" he explained as he watched Mari curiously "play is for the children of farmers and merchants, those that do not have the responsibility of protecting other people" he couldn't help his confusion, the way she spoke about playing like a child, as if it was the most natural thing in the world when to him it sounded alien.
"I am nothing like you" he muttered in response to her words, he didn't know whether or not to take offense to these words, he was sure that they weren't meant as an insult, but this girl was so childlike and he was a warrior, all he wanted to was prove that he was a capable warrior, he had no need to play childish games. "Curiosity... It can be dangerous, it can lead you to go towards danger instead of away from it, curiosity is why I'm standing before you in the territory of a rival clan whilst my parents have no idea where I am" he chuckled with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "What makes you think that I want you to like me? I barely know you" he asked as he continued to study the strange Trishana girl. Listening to her whenever she spoke, it was true the forest that she called her home was truly beautiful, it looked so different to the forest where he belonged and yet it still felt vaguely familiar. The sounds of the forest were familiar, the sound of the birds and the insects that lay all around them, they went unseen but they were there. "I am not supposed to act like a child, I am not a child... I am a man and men don't waste time on childish games" he told her gently, it was the lesson that had been drilled into him time and time again by his mentor and he wasn't about to go against his mentors words. Who knew what could happen if he acted like a child, maybe it wouldn't happen today but maybe one day he could be wasting time playing a game and whilst he was busy acting like a child terrible things might happen, another clan could attack his village and whilst he was acting like a child, he could miss the warning signs and before he knew it his whole village could lay slaughtered because he had failed to raise the alarm. Something so extreme was unlikely to ever happen but he simply couldn't take that risk.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 29, 2016 20:33:03 GMT
Artigas was growing tired from ducking the warrior unrelenting attacks and just when he thought he wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer, the warrior buckled and dropped to his knees. The boy skidded to a halt as he realised it was Klara who had made the warrior fall, but it appeared as if the plan hadn't entirely worked as they had thought it might because she still had her hands bound and the ropes were now stained with blood as if she had caught herself with the blade as she attempted to cut herself free.
As she handed him the sword that she held awkwardly in her bound hands he wasted no time before he dispatched the warrior. "It worked" he muttered, sounding surprised that they had actually pulled it off. Stepping towards Klara he used the sword to quickly cut her bonds "you grab his sword and then I suggest we get out of here before anyone starts to suspect their absence... If they were coming to get one of us then it won't be long until somebody misses them" he told her, gesturing towards the two guards that now both lay dead upon the floor.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 29, 2016 20:11:42 GMT
As she revealed her age to him it just brought more confusion to the boy, back in his village the time for play had long gong. He was a man now, his duty was to protect the people of his clan, to serve his Heda and give up his life if it was asked of him. Play was for the younger children, the children that didn't have such responsibilities and those that were to be warriors might not even have the opportunity to fight at all, he'd certainly been trained from an extremely young age. The children of farmers and merchants could afford to waste time with play, not the children that were destined to fight though, they didn't have that luxury.
Nodding his head at her question he smiled "Yes, Trikru territory is a long way behind me now" he confirmed as he risked a glance over his shoulder. "But I enjoy walking... It can be strangely peaceful when you're on your own" he muttered by way of an explanation not bothering to mention that he was tired of his own territory and eager to see more of their world. That was not important and not something that she needed to know. As she gave him her name he dipped his head "It seems a bit late for you to be out here alone, I am far from my home, what's your excuse?" he questioned her, a hint of suspicion in his tone as he raised an eyebrow at the girl. It didn't look like she carried a weapon and Artigas assumed that she was either very brave or extremely foolish, probably the latter.
As Mari closed the distance between them, his first instinct was to tense and resist the urge to go for his knife. He'd told her that he would not harm her and he had no intention of going back on his word and besides, he did not make a habit of threatening innocent girls just because he was uncomfortable about them being so close to him. At her words, his brow furrowed in confusion "I am not a child..." he told her, genuine confusion sparkling in his eyes at the suggestion that he should act like a child and play with other children his own age "I am a warrior, there is no time to play when our people rely on us for protection" as the butterfly landed on his nose, he couldn't help but scrunch his face up and resist the urge to bat it away as the girl reached out a hand "I have no desire to play, like I said... I'm not a child" he told her again, rubbing a hand over his nose after the butterfly was gone."The butterflies don't want me to play, they can't talk" he muttered, watching as the butterfly fluttered off into the air. He listened to Mari talk, but he got the feeling that Trishana was different than Trikru, she did not seem to understand their ways. She didn't understand that warriors didn't play, not even those younger than himself, they couldn't afford to act like children, not when their people depended on them for protection. "I've told you... I like walking, I like exploring because as a warrior I need to have a picture of what the world outside my territory looks like in case I'm ever required to leave my territory, perhaps to gather information..." his eyes flickered down as he spoke, this wasn't strictly true. He liked to explore because he was curious about the world that he lived in, he was curious about the world beyond Trikru territory, but he wasn't going to talk to her about his interests. He barely knew her.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 29, 2016 17:37:32 GMT
As the girl jumped from the tree, Artigas' first instinct was to take a step backwards. He knew that the way of most clans was to train their warriors from a young age and because of this he knew not to underestimate this girl. She looked innocent enough but he'd learnt from a young age not to judge an enemies strength by what they looked like. "Playing?" he asked sceptically, she seemed to be too old to be playing around like a child. Maybe the Trishana did things differently than Trikru, that was a possibility because although Artigas enjoyed the rare light hearted moments that he shared with his friends, they were few and far between. The majority of his time was taken up by chores, training and of course his frequent 'adventures'. "Aren't you a little too old to be playing with butterflies?" he questioned her, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smirk, amused by the girls childish behaviour.
As she repeated his question, his hand tightened around his spear and he couldn't help but reach for the knife that was at his hip. "I'm just taking a walk" he told her with a shrug, passing the question off as if it was unimportant and he made sure not to give away information with his answer, not that there was anything to give away, nobody knew that he was no longer in Trikru territory apart from this girl. He had no intention of harming this girl though, she had not made a move to attack him and he knew that his clan would never accept him back if he committed an act of war against another clan. His people would probably kill him just to win back the peace.
"I'm not going to hurt you, it's not worth the trouble" he let out a chuckle as he saw how cautious she was to approach him. He knew that his presence probably unnerved her and it wasn't that hard to guess that he was not of Trishana "I am Artigas kom trikru, who are you?" he asked her trying to figure out who the girl was without sounding overly curious. There weren't many opportunities for him to meet people outside of trikru. Occasionally a patrol ran into a nomad that was trespassing on their territory but they didn't usually live long enough to engage in a proper conversation with the boy and often they were hostile and more interested in fighting their way to safety than with talking with a curious second.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 29, 2016 10:03:46 GMT
As the door opened and a pair of Azgeda warriors entered the room, Artigas couldn't help but tense as they started to walk in his direction. Maybe the plan wouldn't work, maybe they had been foolish to think that it would. However as soon as the warriors started towards him Klara got to her feet and they rushed her instead, turning their backs on him. Seeing this as the opportunity for him to attack, he dropped the rope that he had been holding in his hands and ran at the guards, knife in hand. They didn't turn around until it was too late and he was upon them, driving the knife into the gut of the nearest guard before tugging the knife free from his victim and following up the attack and slashing at the mans throat, the spray of blood told him that the blade had found its mark and he took a couple of hurried steps backwards as the dying guard made to grab him before his mind had registered what had just happened.
The dying guard let out a panicked gasp that brought no air into his lungs as he collapsed to the ground still grasping at his throat as the life slowly left his body, the blood the coated Artigas' face didn't bother the boy as the second warrior forgot about Klara after the surprise attack and enraged by the attack on his friend withdrew his sword and charged Artigas, the young second barely managing to dodge the attack, he'd lost the element of surprise after taking the life of the first guard and although the fight was now a bit more levelled out, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he slipped up and met the sharp end of this warriors sword. He risked a glance at Klara, quietly willing her to hurry up and get out of her bonds so that she could help him defeat the warrior that was now trying to cut him down, he was only managing to evade the deadly blade that he held as his smaller size allowed him to duck and dodge each of the attacks, but he would soon tire and his attempts to dodge the blade would become clumsy and then he wouldn't stand a chance against the stronger warrior.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 29, 2016 9:42:05 GMT
Artigas had been walking for the majority of the day and left the comfort of Trikru territory behind several hours ago, technically he wasn't strictly allowed to venture from the territory of his clan and he certainly wasn't allowed to trespass on another clans territory. That was not how things were done, a clan stayed in their own designated territory, that way fights didn't break out between different clans. However, Artigas was tired, he'd grown up in the village of Tondc and spent most of his childhood training to be a great warrior and although the boy adored everything about his home and the people he shared it with, he needed more. His training was not yet completed but he craved adventure, he wanted to see more of the world than just the territory of his own people. This was the first time he'd actually followed through with his plan to leave, never before had he actually had the courage to cross the border of their territory. He knew that his parents would not approve of this, but they didn't need to know, nobody needed to know about his disobedience because he had every intention of returning to his village before the sun came up the next day, if anybody asked about his absence he'd make up an excuse but he didn't expect anyone to be suspicious. He'd always been an adventurous child, it wasn't unusual for him to disappear for most of the day and although he was often punished for skipping out on his training and avoiding his chores the punishment was always worth the time he spent out in the forest on his own.
The sun was slowly beginning to set and Artigas was aware that it was beginning to get dark but still the boy remained reluctant to begin his journey back to his village. He'd left Tondc with nothing but a small bag that contained a small amount of food that he'd taken early that morning before many were awake to witness the theft and he'd taken so little that he didn't suppose anyone would miss it. He had a knife on his hip and a spear in his hand knowing that it would be foolish to leave the village without a weapon, nobody went out without a weapon unless they wanted to face certain death, nowhere was safe from the predators that prowled the ground. This forest intrigued him though, all around him he was beginning to notice things, the trees were glowing or at least their leaves were and strange butterflies were beginning to make an appearance, fluttering overhead and some even landed upon him but he was quick to bat them away. Artigas recognised the butterflies, they had them back in Trikru territory but he'd never seen this many in the same place before. It was strangely beautiful how the forest glowed whilst at the same time Artigas couldn't help but feel wary, he'd heard stories of such a forest that glowed. He slowly came to the realisation that he must be within Trishana territory and although he knew that he should turn around and head home instead of continue to trespass on their territory and risk discovery, he couldn't help but take a couple of steps forwards.
A couple more minutes wouldn't hurt, he'd be gone before anyone ever knew that he was there. So continuing on his journey he walked soundlessly through the glowing forest, taking his time to investigate anything that interested him. Unfortunately, he was a curious boy and being in such an unfamiliar setting meant that he was drawn towards anything new that he came across, examining the leaves on the trees with an almost childlike curiosity. Artigas was just reaching out to touch one of the butterflies that hovered nearby when he heard a familiar sound. It surprised him, he'd thought he was alone out in the forest but the sound that he could hear now sounded an awful lot like laughter and unless the birds had learnt how to mimic the sound of human laughter then he was not alone and somebody else was nearby. However, instead of retreating like he should've done after hearing the laughter, the boy started to move in the direction that he'd heard the laughter coming from, cautiously moving so as to not make a sound to alert the other person aware of his presence. Peering out from behind a tree he spotted the person whom he figured had been the one laughing, it was a young girl who looked to be around his own age and she was sitting in one of the glowing trees seemingly laughing at the butterflies that sat in the branches surrounding her. It was such a peculiar sight that Artigas couldn't help but stare "What are you doing?" he softly called to her before he could stop himself, the question slipping past his lips before he could give it a second thought. This girl didn't seem like much of a threat and it didn't look as though anyone was with her.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 27, 2016 11:37:02 GMT
At her words Artigas offered a small smile, he couldn't help but hang onto what she said. He had trained hard, most of his life he'd spent training to be a warrior so that he could fight for his clan and now he had the opportunity to do so, to fulfil what he viewed as his purpose in life. This was not the time to start doubting himself, if he started to doubt his capabilities then his doubts would cloud his judgement in battle. Shaking his head hurriedly as if trying to shake the thoughts from his mind he dipped his head to Klara, she trusted him to get her out of this alive and he was not about to fail her. "We'll get out of here... The plan will work" he muttered, the words were meant to reassure himself as well as his companion as his grip tightened around the blade that he held in his hand.
He started slightly at the sudden sound of people approaching their prison and he sent a worried look in Klara's direction. One thing was certain, he wasn't going to go down without a fight, if his life was to come to an end in this prison then he would be sure to take at least one of the guards with him. As his companion signed for him to go a corner, he scooped up the discarded rope that had once bound his hands together as it would've given away the fact that he was free and retreated to the corner. Holding his hands behind his back so that it looked like he was still tied up, his hand shifted on the knife that he held as he awaited the guards to enter their prison.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 22, 2016 9:04:54 GMT
Artigas was surprised when Klara spoke of her true intentions, he hadn't expected her to willingly stay tied up when they tried to make their escape, she'd be vulnerable to attack and he couldn't guarantee her safety. These warriors were much older than he was, they had more experience, he hadn't even finished his training yet, a fact that he was very much aware of despite his claims of being a capable warrior. "I may be a better fighter than you, but that doesn't matter if I'm not better than them" he told her grimly, these warriors would have swords and other weapons at there disposal, he'd only be armed with a knife.
As she talked him through her plan, the boy could not help but doubt her. How was he supposed to keep the guards busy whilst she freed herself, it would be like dancing with death. Despite his doubts however, he knew that this could be their only chance at escape, he'd rather die with a weapon in his hand than get tortured until he eventually broke and told them information that they could use against his clan. Not that he knew anything that would be of particular value to Azgeda, he was a boy, he was not entrusted with his clans secrets. "I know what I have to do" Artigas spoke after only a moments hesitation after Klara had finished her explanation, he trusted her, more than he trusted himself with coming up with a sensible plan. As she cut through his bonds and he felt the rope fall from around his wrists he spent a moment cradling his hands to his chest, massaging the wounds the rope had made when it had dug into his skin. After a couple of seconds had passed, he took the knife from Klara with a wary smile "I don't have a better plan... I wish I did" he told her as he got to his feet and pulled her up after him. He felt more confident with his hands free and a weapon in his possession, but there was no telling how long that confidence would last.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 15, 2016 8:52:01 GMT
Artigas felt slightly guilty after speaking to Klara the way that he had, however he was frustrated that several minutes had now passed by and he was still helplessly tied up. He wanted Klara to hurry up and cooperate so that they could both be free and the rope that bound his hands together would stop cutting painfully into his skin. As the boy watched the scout impatiently he felt the knife slip a little in his grasp and he hurried to get a better hold on it. At her question Artigas became confused "once our bounds are cut we can make a plan... At least when our hands are free we can put up a fight" he told her irritably. The floor was damp and cold and it was doing nothing to improve his mood, he wanted to get out of there are quickly and as efficiently as he could, preferably without sustaining anymore injuries.
At her words Artigas let out a sigh "When they come back it wouldn't be that hard to overpower them... We have a knife, they don't know that we've got it, we could take them by surprise" he reasoned with her an almost desperate edge to his tone. He knew that there was a great risk of one or both of them being seriously injured if they tried to take on the guards when they returned, however Artigas was willing to take risks if that was what it took to escape their prison. The boy had not yet completed his training, he either didn't understand that some risks weren't necessary or he just didn't think that the Azgeda warriors were strong enough to overpower them again. Wincing at her words Artigas glanced over his shoulder as if he could look at his hands and by doing so he'd magically be able to free himself "By that someone... You mean me" he guessed, reluctantly accepting that Klara wanted him to remain tied up when the guards came back, it was not something he was eager to agree on. He didn't like to feel helpless and without his hands to hold a weapon he couldn't fight, he shot a glare at Klara at her plan, of course he'd agree to anything that might give them a chance to return safely back to Tondc, but this wasn't the way in that he'd seen their escape going.
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Post by Artigas on Apr 5, 2016 0:19:40 GMT
He listened intently to her words and although the boy wasn't completely sold on the idea of trying to escape the crowded Azgeda camp, he was aware that it was their only option. Nobody back at Tondc knew of their capture and they weren't expected back for a while, by the time anyone grew suspicious of their absence it was likely that they'd already be dead. "I am willing to fight..." he muttered with a scowl "But it would be foolish not to doubt our chances... We've only got one shot at escape and if we are discovered we die" Artigas didn't want to die, it was right down at the bottom of his list of things he wanted to do, but he was well aware of the risks of attempting escape. "This can end one of two ways Klara... Either we sit here and wait to be tortured until we tell Azgeda what they want to know, which I have no intention of doing... Or we attempt to escape, at least if we attempt to escape we'll have a chance at survival" he told his companion with a sigh, neither option seemed particularly hopeful in his opinion. Both had a great possibility of death.
As Klara walked away from him and sat in the corner Artigas couldn't help but glare at her, the one thing he couldn't stand was somebody doubting his ability as a warrior. "I am a great warrior!" he hissed at her "or at least... I will be once I complete my training! I would willingly lay down my life for my clan and for my Heda" his voice remained low as to not attract the attention of the warriors that were likely guarding their prison but he was obviously upset by her implications as he shuffled a little in her direction. "You aren't even a warrior, you don't know anything about fighting for your clan, you didn't choose that life! Now please would you get over here so that I can cut your bonds and you can free me!" Artigas gestured hurriedly to his hands that were still bound behind his back and the blade he clung to desperately. He couldn't cut his own bonds, if he attempted to reposition the blade he risked cutting his own wrists and the position it was in at that moment was useless to him, his only hope of getting free was if he cut Klara's bonds first so that in turn she could free him.
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