The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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Sliva came up to stand beside him, and they both stared down at the dog for a moment. The witch spoke up, voicing the slow realization that he had started to have - that they, unfortunately, could not just leave the body here - and with a growing sense of resignation, he nodded his agreement. “Yeah, probably. Let’s take care of this one first.” Having figured out what was necessary but dreading it all the same, Ber was stalling. “If we moved it somewhere where we wouldn’t risk burning down the city, you could probably burn the body, too.” Magic, and all that. Sliva would know better than him.
Finally moving forward, he shoved aside the wood that had trapped the canine against the wall. Ber flicked the blood from his sword, then hesitated before making a face and wiping the rest of the blood on his blade on the hem of his shirt, which would be easier to clean than the inside of his scabbard. He then sheathed his sword. “You seem to know the area well. D’you know where we can go?” As she answered, he bent down with a sigh and lifted the dog’s body by the legs, throwing it over his shoulder. He grimaced at the feeling of blood dripping down his back. Disgusting.
Turning, he faced Sliva again. “Let’s go.” He did not want to have to carry the dog longer than necessary.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Dec 22, 2022 18:03:09 GMT -5
It was hard, like it hard to kill a sick creature but it needed to be done. It was a sad part of their job that Zarha didn't enjoy, but it was apart of the job. either or. So Zahra helped to move the crates out of the way so Ber could pick up the dog. "There a area me and my brother used to play when we was kids, out of the way and less likely to catch anything on fire." Before she shutted people out before she was scared to make friends. Scared to trust people.
Seeing Ber fling his body over his soldier a bit of her memory flashed back seeing her brother's hand flop by his side and she takes a soft breath as she started to lead the way. It didn't take too long possibly a ten-minute walk but she made sure they were out the way of eyes and people spotting the bleeding dog. but it was the closest space where she could safely burn the dog. She took them by a Oak tree in a wooded area but this had a open space where there was cover but won't burn the trees. on the oaks tree there was a little Z and N on it. "place the dog where you can."
The dog hanging limply over his shoulder and the blood spilling down his back were still both uncomfortably warm. Though his expression remained a blank-faced mask of professionalism, Ber wanted to cringe away from the sensation. He had not thought this through at all. Over the shoulder like a sack had seemed like the easiest, simplest way to transport the dog’s body, but he hadn’t considered that the hole he’d slit in its throat would still leak blood until it was too late. He had so many regrets. They should’ve just burned the dog in the alleyway and risked burning down Skia.
Utterly distracted by the unpleasantness of it all, he followed Sliva to a small wooded area and collected himself enough to look around. It seemed fine, though to be fair, his standards for acceptable arson locations were very low and dropping further. They weren’t in an alleyway between two buildings, at any rate. With a foot, he started clearing away the loose leaf litter and flammable undergrowth that were the result of recent Autumna rains. “We should move this out of the way,” He explained himself a moment later. Then he paused as a thought struck him. “Do you think you could, I don’t know, blast a hole in the ground for the dog?” Burning the body in a little pit would allow the wet soil to protect against fire spreading - at least that was what he assumed - and it meant that he wouldn’t have to dig a hole himself to bury whatever didn’t burn.
If Sliva did so, he would turn away slightly and close his eyes to protect against soil that flew into the air as a result of the witch’s inherently destructive magic. He would put the body in the pit and step back, resisting the urge to tug the back of his shirt away from his body. If Sliva did not, then he would shrug and set the dog on the patch of forest floor that had been cleared of other debris. Either way, he stood there, waiting for her to light the corpse on fire and hope it wouldn’t take the whole city with it.
They were lucky - and likely didn’t even realize how lucky. Ber certainly didn’t. Recent rainfall had wet the ground enough that the soil itself, which was packed full of the nutrients and microorganisms and decaying organic matter that allowed the surrounding plant life to flourish, was no longer highly flammable. If Sliva had made the shallow pit, she had luckily avoided unearthing any of the extensive, flammable, arboreal root systems that mirrored the tree branches stretching out above their heads. Once the dog was alight in a small blaze that would burn itself out, the worst part was the smell.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Dec 23, 2022 6:52:13 GMT -5
Sliva felt bad that Ber was carring the bad dog, it was gross but sadly it was a job that needed to be done. It was wet thankfully so the the fire would be more contain but also the dog would be damp to. "You might want to look away." it was more of a suggestion then anything else. As she positioned herself so when she create a hole less soil will go in Ber's direction. She said a chant and she felt the magic run through her fingers to create a hole big enough for the dog.
Once the dog was placed down she looked at the lifeless dog for a moment figuring out. She wanted a controlled fire but she was a witch, nothing controlled about witch's magic. Zarha nodded to herself as she knew well hope that she was doing the right thing. She started chanting words her hands started to glow orange as the air around her hand started to get wavy from the heat as she guide her hands to the hole and three rays of fire bolted from her hand into the hole to make a bonfire from the dog.
With his nose wrinkled, Ber watched the dog burn. Nothing could beat the stench of a man who had spent the past week decomposing in a chest, but the aroma from this most macabre of bonfires was still far from pleasant. When the fire had extinguished itself, leaving behind charred bone and congealing flesh and ashes, he haphazardly kicked some dirt back over the mess in a lazy attempt at burying it. He looked at Sliva. “How badly do you want to find the other dogs?”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Dec 23, 2022 7:23:33 GMT -5
Sliva helped to bury the body the best they could before she looked at Ber. "I feel it is important, if this one bite the others who to say that not showing symptoms like this one? However that could take all day so possible need to inform other soldier to keep a eye out for dogs that shows aggressive behavior and forms at the mouth, or look ourself." it was important that what ever this illness was to make sure it get sorted and rid of as quickly as possible.
Technically, they had been told to chase the pack of dogs away from this neighborhood alongside killing the offending biter. Technically, they had only completed one of those tasks, so it would only be right to start looking for the other dogs, because that was what they had been told to do. But Ber did not want to go trekking through this part of the city in a bloodstained uniform, looking for dogs that could have been anywhere. Besides, Woodwick had no way of knowing whether they had done so because any future report of stray dogs in the area could be explained away easily enough: the roaming pack had simply returned after the soldiers had left.
Sliva would, though, and given that she seemed determined to be the best at everything, there was no way she would be willing to stretch the truth in order to slack off.
Dammit. Ber’s gaze shifted from her to the trees around them, as if they would reveal the location of the other dogs. “Fine,” He said. “But I think we should just make sure there aren’t any in this neighborhood and then head back to tell the others.” That seemed like reasoning she would agree to. Quite frankly, for him, the main priority for returning to the castle was getting dead dog blood off of him.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Dec 23, 2022 8:30:31 GMT -5
Zarha knows she can't be best at everything like she knows she makes mistake she is human. Humans make mistakes but she just wanted to do her job, is that wrong of her to want to do her job. She doesn't know. Maybe she was more forcus on her career then living life, yeah she can not remember how to relax and have fun anymore. She is trying. Maybe she a stick in the mud.
At her agreement, Ber looked back at the witch and crossed his arms, immediately uncrossing them again when his shirt ended up plastered against his back. Ugh. “Well,” He said, gesturing back the way they had come. “If we’re gonna go look for the dogs, let’s go find the dogs.” He wouldn’t start moving until she did. As far as he was concerned, she was the one that wanted to spend the time chasing a pack of stray dogs, so she could be the one to take the lead. “You know the area. Not sure where you think they might be.”
How long it took to find them and whether the time passed in anything more than a sullen silence was up to the witch. The young man at her side obligingly looked around as they walked, but he wasn’t particularly inclined to initiate any conversation on his own or put in any more than the bare minimum effort. Though it would only become clear upon finding the canines in question, there were two more dogs in the neighborhood. And one of them was unusually aggressive.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Dec 23, 2022 12:20:45 GMT -5
Zahra starting to feel like no matter what Ber going to hate her no matter what she says or do but she wasn't going to stop working hard just because she was trying her best to improve herself. She know there will be stuff Ber will be better at no matter how hard she try and that the way of the world so they walked in slience. She doesn't know where the dogs might be. So she asked a couple of people if they have seen any stray dogs around and they pointed in the direction where they last saw them.
One seems more aggressive then the other then other. "Any ideas?" She asked Ber being more reserved unsure what to say.
The directions from the strangers landed Ber and Sliva on the outskirts of Lady Johnson’s neighborhood, where the nicer homes of nobility began to give way to the more unpolished buildings of the common rabble who could not afford to spend so much money on aesthetic upkeep. Accompanying the increase in noise and stink of humanity were the mixture of shops and shared houses responsible for such unpleasantries. When the two soldiers found them, the canines in question had been digging through the scraps of whatever food waste had been tossed somewhat out of sight behind a tavern, and neither were pleased about their new company.
With only a few civilians who were quick to hurry along at Ber’s bidding, the side street was, luckily enough, emptier than the main road it led to. Sliva’s words drew his attention from the two dogs, one brown and one gray, and he glanced at her. “We see if we can scare them away,” He said, drawing his sword grimly, dark eyes drifting back to the gray one, whose hackles were already rising. “And if we can’t, then I guess we fight.”
Moving his sword to his non-dominant hand, he bent and picked up a loose rock then threw it at the dogs, shouting at them. They dodged the throw easily, though the gray dog stood its ground while the brown dog skittered away further down the street. Returning his sword to his dominant hand, Ber strode toward the two dogs with both arms held out to the side to make him look larger than he was. The brown dog disappeared around the corner, but the gray dog growled and lunged at him instead of retreating. Half expecting such an attack, Ber had stayed balanced on the balls of his feet, and as he backed away from the dog, he brought his sword down defensively in front of him. The dog followed him, and he swung at it, forcing it to keep its distance. “Can you do some sort of magic to attack it from further away? Or a summoning?”
It probably would’ve been smarter to start off with something like that, but Ber had never claimed to be a strategist. Only a soldier.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Dec 26, 2022 17:50:03 GMT -5
Summoning, it was dangerous unpredictable but it could work, it would keep them safe. "I can do a summon but I will need you to trust me and be on your toes." The look in her eyes was an understanding that they trying to figure stuff out and that she been a idiot before and that this was a reaching out of her saying I trust you.
Once he moved behind her. She rolled sleeve up and cut her arm she closed her eyes for a second. The dog was going wild and keep her distance from the dog as she was chanting to make a summon. with that a portal opened and out appered a horned squid-like bug that a size of a dog appered in front of her. Her commoned was to destroy the dog.
It did not take long though with the summon beast was of the from a dark plane and the dog was from this plane. Zahra stood there holding her arm that was bleeding out after it was done and the dog was destroyed. "Okay, I think that it. let get back." Zahra give a week smile to Ber.
At Sliva’s words, Ber grunted his understanding, eyes fixed on the growling dog in front of him. It kept lunging, snapping its jaws with an unrelenting ferocity, and he kept dodging, forcing it away from him with swings of his sword. The witch didn’t need to worry about him being on his toes; he was already on his toes, trying his best not to get bitten before she could summon whatever creature she thought would help them. He would never make it behind her before she could start her summon. The dog was too aggressive. To retreat that far away would be to place her in the dog’s sights instead, so instead, he kept its attention focused on himself while she chanted and prayed that she could control whatever beast she brought forth.
The summoning in question was a disturbing mass of tentacles, horns, legs, and eyes. Had he not been expecting something suitably horrendous - as a soldier, he was probably more aware than most of the monstrosities the female half of the military could summon - he might have stared, but instead, he kept the sword raised in front of him while the monster charged the dog. As the canine in question turned to snap at his new opponent, Ber retreated further, taking the opportunity to catch his breath. Just in case. He watched dispassionately as the summoning gave the dog a far bloodier end than it would have met on the end of the soldier’s sword. Well. At least he wouldn’t have to carry this dog’s body around Skia.
After quickly wiping his sword clean on his already ruined clothing, the soldier looked at Sliva. She smiled, and he nodded his agreement, before glancing around them one last time. “Yeah, let’s head back.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Dec 27, 2022 15:19:07 GMT -5
Zahra nodded as the smile faded as they walked to the castle. She sent the summon beast backIt was really quiet as they head back, they barly spoke about anything. when they got back she quickly picked up a healing potion and knocked it back. Then wrapped the part of her arm where she cut herself deeply was wrapped in a bandage. It stung a bit. "Um I guess we report back to Quickwit." She hated calling him that but she was trying to make a effort to speak to other soldiers.
The trek back to the castle was characterized by a tired, not-quite-companionable silence. The adrenaline from having faced down the dogs faded into an uncomfortable awareness of the congealing blood on the back of his shirt, and with an silent groan, Ber acknowledged that he would also have to clean his equipment before he could head to the mess hall for something to eat. If they’d thought of summoning a creature earlier, he probably could have avoided having to carry that dog around in the first place. Well. Live and learn.
Ber watched as Sliva downed a healing potion for the cut on her arm, then fell back in step beside her as they started walking again. “Yeah,” He agreed, not particularly enthused about the prospect of dealing with @warren . What else was new. “Probably should.” They definitely should - Ber knew this - but he wasn’t sure where Sliva had settled on her desire to stand up for him; he had little desire to be in the other man’s presence for long enough to report the job’s completion, let alone hear a retelling of Lady Johnson’s sins.
The walk to the Lieutenant’s office was a regrettably familiar one. Belatedly, he realized he probably should have changed into something cleaner, but a quick glance down at himself revealed that his front wasn’t horribly bloodstained. He just… wouldn’t turn around. A knock on the door, if it was closed, or the door frame, if it was open. A nodded greeting to Lady Aveline, if she was there. Upon being invited inside, he and stood shoulder to shoulder with Sliva, habitually moving to place his hands behind his back where he could make a fist without the Lieutenant seeing. Very briefly, the back of his hand came into contact with wet fabric. Concealing a grimace, he turned the smooth motion into an aborted one as he folded his hands in front of him instead. “We took care of the dogs, sir,” Ber reported, concise and straight to the point.