A Tree and a Bear || Open Nov 12, 2016 22:00:03 GMT -7
Post by Ellis Danton on Nov 12, 2016 22:00:03 GMT -7
|When Ellis returned to the god tree, he had expected to be met with brute force. He had expected that he would defend himself, that he would explain how useful Xanthe could be to the Aurcaeli plight in Atton. He had expected that they would listen - unhappy, but understanding... His expectations were firmly misplaced. |
He approached the god tree with his crossbow unloaded, above his head. He showed that he was not a threat. He was not going to attack them. The two Aurcaeli warriors had moved up to the god tree, and light of their torch mixed with the blue light of the tree made them look more intimidating than they were.
One was bloodied - the one Ellis had accidentally shot, before he had known they were allies. This man was one Ellis recognised, but not by name. He had a young face with a bold chin, dimples, and blonde curls. He looked like the kind of man who was once a Steer for the Queen and her daughters before he reached his mid twenties. Now he was the kind of man who would go to a pub and charm the girl of his choice into his bed. Well, maybe not anymore. The bolt was lodged in his shoulder, making him look uneven. That man held his sword up in his undamaged arm, his crossbow slung on his back, and he stood in front of the uninjured man - Corporal Evard.
Corporal Evard was intimidating. We was even taller than Ellis, standing at about 6'6". He had been a steer thanks to his incredible physical and mental aptitude - but being an orc, he was never actually permitted to bed the Queen or her daughters. Instead, it was a political placement, with the powers that be knowing someday Evard would make an excellent leader. Excellent was not the word Ellis would use -- but he definitely got others to listen to his commands. Evard's status was marking with a deep purple cloak over his white uniform, and while his weapon wasn't visible, Ellis knew the man to be an excellent spellcaster.
"Scout Ellis Danton," Evard's voice was gruff, low, it sounded more like the bear Ellis had fought earlier than a man's voice, "If I heard correctly, you were reprimanded just yesterday for failure to complete your mission. Now you dare attack your fellow soldier, and a superior officer?"
"But-- with a-all... W-with all d-due respect sir--" Ellis' words were interrupted by Evard's companion: "Shut your traitorous mouth you little weasel!"
Evard cleared his throat to silence both soldiers. "You have committed an act of treason against your leader, the Great Pelagia Xista, against the crown of Queen Fabelle, and against the name of the One True God, Ayniea. You will come with us, and face Lord Xista's law, or else you shall fall in this field. Speak your truth, Danton."
Ellis remained silent. He realised that whatever he said, they would silence him. They didn't care... He would have to speak with Pelagia directly. She was the only person who could fix this.
"J-just know," Ellis spoke loudly, speaking for Xanthe, not for the other men, "N-next muh-muh-moon. T-tomorrow. Jaosi s'na..." He hoped she realised what he meant. He hoped that he could even keep the promise. He hoped that Pelagia would listen, and that tomorrow he would be back at the God Tree to see Xanthe again. With Aurcaele's support. If he did... This could be fixed. This could all be fixed.
"What in all willow's wind," The Corporal shook his head, "We thought you were smarter than this, kid. Tie his hands, soldier." The other man put his sword away and approached Ellis. He tossed the crossbow to the ground and kicked it away, and then pulled Ellis' hands in front of him, tying them together in a tight, harsh knot with scratchy hemp rope. "Oh you're gonna hang for this, Danton." Ellis stayed silent... Stealing just one glance over to where he left Xanthe.