Treacherous Witches... ---&RPaward

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emanuel
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Treacherous Witches... ---&RPaward

Post by emanuel » Thu Nov 11, 2021 8:26 pm

Ely edit 27 Nov 2021:

1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.

Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o

Total: 3 qps, well done crafting something that really happened into a story.

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The Acolyte pushes his horse faster... In the dim evening light he glances over his shoulder back towards Fal Dara. The last battle against the shadow had gone poorly and he needed to report back to Amadacia. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to make the whole journey tonight. Dirt and blood coat his armor and he was still bleeding from several wounds. Already feeling light headed, he would have to chance it. He would have to seek refuge in Tar Valon... Despite his recent activities he had not been warranted yet by the Valon Guard because he hadn't actually violated the laws of the city. Though he was sure that they would be watching him very closely. Filthy witch lovers... He chastised his own thoughts they were people of the light and it was not their fault the witches had lead them astray. He reminded himself that no one was beyond redemption in the Light and their weaves could still be saved. His horse made a sudden jerk to avoid something in the road as it galloped. The motion caused shooting pain throughout his side, one of the trollocs had penetrated his jerkin on his right side. The leather had done it's job saving his life but the wound would need time to heal. He had narrowly avoided death that night when the Dreadlord appeared. Having narrowly gotten his shield up in time before the spikes of ice connected with him. The impact of which had caused his arm to go numb while simultaneously launching him from his horse in the middle of the battle. The defenders of the light were dying all around him and the call for retreat had been sounded. He thoughts turned back to the road, he was close now. Darkness had overtaken the land and he could just barely make out the lights of Tar Valon. Heathens, the word thundered through his head again as he gritted his teeth through the pain.

The Valon Guard had allowed him to pass through the gate and to seek solace for the night on the word that he not make any more sermons or cause trouble given his state. He had agreed reluctantly... mostly because he didn't have a choice. He stabled his horse and made his way to the Inn. The Woman of Tanchico wasn't a bad establishment and was more populated by travelers than anything else. The Inn keeper was reluctant to give him a room until a pair of Tar Valon guards who had apparently followed him in gave a nod. Even they would not turn away a man in need. Once in his room, he began treating his wounds. Having been on the road for many years now he had picked up a thing or two from the wisdoms. After finishing dressing his wounds he finally relaxed. Taking a sip of ale and biting into a nice choice steak. With a mouth full he grabed the fire poker and moved the wood in the fire around to better reveal the hot coals underneath. The meal had hit the spot and he sank into the wooden chair with a loud exhale. Staring into the fire, he slowly eased himself down to his knees and began a prayer to the light. Softy chanting the words of affirmation over and over...

The click gave it away. The door to his room opened and then the witch walked in... His head snapped up from his prayers towards the opening. His spear was on the opposite side of the room. Damned. It was the same witch who had ordered him to leave before... Eldrenia, the warder had mentioned her name he remembered. That was a week ago however, and he had not received any writ of banishment or official warrant. What could she possibly want from him... Dumfounded the both looked at each other for a moment of silence when suddenly he recognized she was showing signs of utilizing the one power. After being the victim of an attack from a Dreadlord he instinctively threw up his hands in desperation. "Nooo.o...o...o..." was the last words to escape his mouth when he realized his mistake. She was not going to blast him into oblivion... he suddenly fell to the floor. Unable to keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tried. She was using her tricks to cause him to sleep... By the time he even registered the pain, reality had slipped away from his grasp and the darkness overtook him.

The two guardsmen removed the tarp from the wagon, exposing his still warm body. They begrudgingly hauled him out towards the river. Pain was the first thing that registered in his brain... his back was on fire, like he had been run through with a blade. The rest of his senses were starting to come back and he was slowly starting to come too. The guards said nothing as they heaved him towards the shoreline. He could hear nothing except the shuffling of armored boots of the guardsmen which meant he was outside the city... He forced himself to remain as lifeless as he could... The two men said nothing as they reached the shoreline of the river. With little fan fare they grabbed him by the ankles and under his arm pits and unceremoniously tossed him into the river without a second thought. He prayed to the light... it was everything he could do to remain still. He had no idea how long it would take them to turn away, so praying to the light was the only thing he could do to keep his mind from reacting and thrashing in the water. He felt himself drifting down the river... considering it was night... he had a good chance of slipping away as long as they weren't watching him still. Seconds began to feel like eons... he thundered the prayers to the light in his mind to keep himself calm. Then he could wait no longer, slowly he turn over in the water trying to make as little noise as possible. He was having a tough time keeping his head above water so he had to start treading water. At which point he heard distinct sound of reins snapping and a horseshoes clamping on hard packed road. He was alive...

After extricating himself from the river. He lay there starring up at the night sky. That damned witch... how dare she use her dark ways against him... his rage drove him now... Getting up to his knees he pulled out a dagger from his boot. Stripping a piece of fabric from his underpadding on his pants he fashioned it into a makeshift bandage and dug up some fresh dirt. He could feel the wound in his back bleeding now that he was out of the water. Luckily for him he could just barely reach it. Taking as much dirt as he could in his hand he jammed it into the wound to stop the bleeding. Wrapping the makeshift bandage around his chest he synched it down tightly. Through gritting teeth he stands up. All of the curses in the world race through his head... He would get his revenge... The sound of another wagon coming down the road brought his mind back to his new task at hand... Grunting through the pain and heavy laden breaths, he makes his was back to the road... where he finds a merchant caravan heading south from Tar Valon...