Cylus 12th 720
On the way home from this
On the way home from this
They were making their way back from a very successful supply run. Vega was more than pleased with what they had and, in fact, they'd
got so much that they'd split into two groups to make sure that they got everything back. Two wagons, both overflowing with supplies and so, Vega was pleased and happy. They'd been very successful and between them, she and Mathias had gotten a good amount of supplies. The folks from Mistral Village had helped and now, from Rharne, there were lots of things which would help. It was, of course, dark - it was Cylus and so it was always dark - and Vega glanced up at the night sky. "We're not givin' up hope, just yet," she said with a smile. "After all, doin' that isn't in my nature. You know, though, Xiur," the young woman had always prayed this way. Just chatting. Heck, when she'd met him, she'd offered Xiur a cup of tea. Touching her hand to her chest, Vega prayed a soft and private prayer to him. "If I can make a diff'rence, Xiur, I will. In your name. All of it, always. We'll kick this bunch o'lollygaggin' lily-livered layabouts into shape, an' that's tootin'." It was good, she thought, that Xiur seemed to understand her. Immortals knew, she talked gibberish most of the time.
"Keep an eye out, there," Vega said, motioning to the guards they'd got to protect them in Rharne. That had always been the plan, and she and Mathias had worked it out. But there was a feeling, some sort of sense which Vega had and she looked around. There was something which wasn't quite sitting right with her and Vega looked at Bertha, the driver of their carriage. "Bertha, I know I've already said it, but there's two things here what are most important. An' the first one is you. We all signed up for trouble an' we're glory-hounds each an' every one. But you're helpin' us out an' by all the Immortals, I'm gonna get right naffed off if you end up gettin' hurt, a'right? Stay close, stay down, an' don't be doin' nothin' heroic." Bertha nodded. Vega, undeterred by her audience's apparent lack of enthusiasm, continued. "An' the second thing is these supplies. If it's a choice between yellin' 'yeeehaw' an' making that horse fly like the wind," alright, probably wasn't happening, Vega considered, but still. "or savin' me, you yeehaw your little butt-cheeks off, a'right?" At that, at least, Bertha smiled. Vega grinned. "You remember that, Bertha, cos I've got a shiverin' in my timbres, an' I don't like it."
All was quiet for a moment and then an arrow flew and then another. As the dark and well-armed figures burst out of the treeline, Vega sighed and drew her sword. "Knickers," she said, softly. "I always hate it when I'm right." Then, she gave a yell, "For Storm's Edge!!!" As she did she used the "Flow of Morale" ability from her Nalos mark. Everyone on her side within 120 foot felt a sense of increased hopefulness. "We've prepared for this! Guard the supplies an' don't mess about!" Had to be said, Vega was still learning the skills of leadership.
got so much that they'd split into two groups to make sure that they got everything back. Two wagons, both overflowing with supplies and so, Vega was pleased and happy. They'd been very successful and between them, she and Mathias had gotten a good amount of supplies. The folks from Mistral Village had helped and now, from Rharne, there were lots of things which would help. It was, of course, dark - it was Cylus and so it was always dark - and Vega glanced up at the night sky. "We're not givin' up hope, just yet," she said with a smile. "After all, doin' that isn't in my nature. You know, though, Xiur," the young woman had always prayed this way. Just chatting. Heck, when she'd met him, she'd offered Xiur a cup of tea. Touching her hand to her chest, Vega prayed a soft and private prayer to him. "If I can make a diff'rence, Xiur, I will. In your name. All of it, always. We'll kick this bunch o'lollygaggin' lily-livered layabouts into shape, an' that's tootin'." It was good, she thought, that Xiur seemed to understand her. Immortals knew, she talked gibberish most of the time.
"Keep an eye out, there," Vega said, motioning to the guards they'd got to protect them in Rharne. That had always been the plan, and she and Mathias had worked it out. But there was a feeling, some sort of sense which Vega had and she looked around. There was something which wasn't quite sitting right with her and Vega looked at Bertha, the driver of their carriage. "Bertha, I know I've already said it, but there's two things here what are most important. An' the first one is you. We all signed up for trouble an' we're glory-hounds each an' every one. But you're helpin' us out an' by all the Immortals, I'm gonna get right naffed off if you end up gettin' hurt, a'right? Stay close, stay down, an' don't be doin' nothin' heroic." Bertha nodded. Vega, undeterred by her audience's apparent lack of enthusiasm, continued. "An' the second thing is these supplies. If it's a choice between yellin' 'yeeehaw' an' making that horse fly like the wind," alright, probably wasn't happening, Vega considered, but still. "or savin' me, you yeehaw your little butt-cheeks off, a'right?" At that, at least, Bertha smiled. Vega grinned. "You remember that, Bertha, cos I've got a shiverin' in my timbres, an' I don't like it."
All was quiet for a moment and then an arrow flew and then another. As the dark and well-armed figures burst out of the treeline, Vega sighed and drew her sword. "Knickers," she said, softly. "I always hate it when I'm right." Then, she gave a yell, "For Storm's Edge!!!" As she did she used the "Flow of Morale" ability from her Nalos mark. Everyone on her side within 120 foot felt a sense of increased hopefulness. "We've prepared for this! Guard the supplies an' don't mess about!" Had to be said, Vega was still learning the skills of leadership.