[Aminatu]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Paladin - Cavalier - Blacksmith

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The people of Romalia hold many stories of the Adventurers, doom-driven immortals of foreign soul and blood. Those who have been claimed to be touched by the very Gods themselves. Often it had been spoken that the sudden appearance of these alien inhabitants marked the dawn of a new era. Even those who had a dark and cloudy past would play a vital role in becoming the key to a bright future, however there are even subjects within the city walls whose loyalty to their lords pale in comparison to their desire for power.



The enchanting Heliopolite bard coughed once in the loud tavern of Tivoli, and the loud conversation died down. He was beginning to tell the tale that all present had been waiting to hear. The man took a deep breath to calm his nerves.



His eyes rolled across the room as his fingers scraped against the rough stubble of his five o’ clock shadow.



“Lord Farion, these two...there were separate from the others that were infected. Our reports say they were held in the basement below in the cellar while the other hostages that were contaminated were quartered on the upper decks.” the young, broad shouldered Faunri soldier said. His hold on the list of captives marked for a merciful killing began to falter as an eerie feeling ran through the air. The Faunri glanced, half-worried at the unusually tall human male, yet could quite easily be mistaken for a Zarian given his posture and presence as a scholar. In front of him and also of an average height...some pale-skinned Enoch of some sort, the Faunri hadn’t quite placed her nationality. Both of them had this burning fire in their eyes that linked their disparate physical forms.



“It doesn’t matter..” the noble Enochlian Heliopolite lieutenant from Ankhet snapped in response. She glared at the faunri angrily, and the Faunri’s brow furrowed for a moment. “Well!?”



The Faunri sighed and turned his attention to the first human. The Faunri looked up to look the man in the eyes. “By the divines, you could be one hell of a swordsman.” The Faunri grunted. The human stared at him for a moment, and the edges of the man’s lip tugged upward into a smile. “Sorry, anyways, who are you?”



The human sighed. “Lucius Ashcroft. Mother was a human, father was an Nozgor. My mother was a giant, that’s where the height comes from,” the man joked, smiling even in the face of death. His hazel serpent-like eyes sparkled good naturedly for a moment before his matted dirty blonde hair fell across them to obscure his soul once again.



While the Faunri wrote this information down, he could barely hear the Heliopolite commander, Malfius Medrano, reprimanding or gloating towards the leader of the elitist cult of Setite Heretics. He was asking about how many of the group were initially under his command and how many innocent lives he would no longer be allowed to corrupt.



The Faunri resumed his duties and turned his head slightly to the woman. “And you?” He asked, hoping that this one would be as easy to catalog as the man.



“What do you think?” The ash haired woman spat.



The lieutenant behind the Faunri sneered and backhanded the woman into the ground. “You will answer when you are told to!” she shouted. She added in a kick to the Enoch’s midsection before letting the Faunri take over again.



“Gah, ha!” the jade eyed Enoch foreigner gurgled, torn between pain and laughter. “You’re just going to kill me anyways, why should I tell you who I am?” The woman’s eyes glanced towards the Heliopolite representative present at the executions.



The Faunri looked over at Aminatu, a renkowned Heliopolite commander, Enochlian as well, who established a zero tolerance policy for those even with a minute of taint from the Setite curse. They were sent off like lambs to the slaughter. She had the look of a cold hearted wench that hated heretics based upon “Pious Supremacy”. The Faunri bet that the elven prisoner was hoping that because the woman was also Enochlian as well that she would try to save the Enoch from an execution. That woman didn’t even receive a return glance from Aminatu.



The human prisoner leaned down to help the Enoch prisoner up, but was quickly shoved away by the lieutenant. “No contact between prisoners,” she snapped. The Faunri sighed internally. It was a rule, but he doubted Lucius had a knife or two tucked up his rugged burlap sleeves.



Lucius stood straight and followed the Captain’s directions to stand in the line for the execution. “Let’s try this again,” the Faunri said, looking down at the elf woman. “Who are you?”



“I’m a Dwarf,” she spat. “What do you think?”



“We won’t ask nicely again,” the Faunri warned.



“Caused you asked nicely so far, sandrat scum?” the woman retorted. The Faunri just glared into her fiery eyes for a few moments, as she relented. “Whatever, Enoch, elven mix. Thera Direnni.”



“Thank you,” The Faunri sighed while he wrote the woman’s name and race down. She staggered to her feet and felt her ash white hair mixing with the blood of a wound caused by the lieutenant. Her cold green eyes flashed with an emerald anger, but she followed Lucius with only a few mutterings about the sunkissed bastards.



“Get down,” the headsmen commanded. The tall harbringer of doom kicked the back of Lucius’ knee and the man went down. He shrugged and placed his neck gingerly on the chopping block.



“Jeez, don’t lose your head,” Lucius joked while he laid still. Lucius sighed and closed his eyes to accept his fate.

“Then it happened. “ The Bard in the tavern frowned as he continued his storytelling.



“The young woman started whispering mystical incantations in her Enochlian tongue. Before we know it she’s already hijacked the headsmen’s mind. The curse that slowly flooded into him sickened his brain and drove him mad. It was too unexpected for any of us to react. Before the white cloud of air could espace her lips as she gasped, the lieutenant that vexed the Setite woman had lost her head and burst into dust. “



“The prisoners cheered and revolted and the woman had cast a curtain of pitch blackness to mask her movements under the cloak of shadow.. It only took us a few moments to slay the rebels. But the woman, and the one who called himself Lucius...they were nowhere to be found among the bodies. Even our finest trackers lost their trail, all that could be said was that the trail went cold somewhere south of the Monti Sabatini. “



“If there was ever a lesson we learned that day, it was to never underestimate the power of those snake eyed heretics. If you ever see a strange woman with unkempt ivory hair and emerald snake eyes, beware her. For she’s a deceptive snake who will manipulate and deceive you. “



The Bard pulled out a wanted poster that listed a bounty of the woman and nailed it to a wooden board that held a list of contracts available to the city. Meanwhile, Aminatu nursed her glass to her lips in silence as she watched the firelight crackle, a keen reminder of the mountains of bodies of both the Setites and the afflicted she burned in glory to Horus. Praise the Sun.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Arm of Heliopolis, Starter Heliopolite shield, Heliopoilte Platemail
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