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Masef had drawn and had Qazar giving very violent advice, no doubt angling for a way to get a greater foothold in his psyche. Things like, "BURN THEM" and other helpful advice. Masef almost gave in and then Gods help him.
He'd learned to concentrate past Qazar and put him in a mental box, a prison, and part of that was the discipline of the bow. He sighted down the bow at the enemy with the synergy of muscle and eye, picking the point the land the arrow when Kiera did what she did. He relaxed an iota, as he watched the garrison start to relent. He slid back down to the ground floor, feeling oddly unfulfilled, but still grateful for an anticlimactic outcome.
It was just as well, he had worries about the consequences of a bloody struggle in Bosfyrd itself, but he had not the tongue or the desire for diplomacy. His father's death sent his blood singing, had him hungering for a fight. There were too many voices in his head, Qazar's for one, then the one that compelled him up the Pilgrim Road in the first place. That second voice was important, because when Kiera asked Ashira to show them where Brand fell, he felt that very same compulsion crash down on him.
He looked a little peaked from the whole confrontation. The excitement plus the war of compulsions in his skull was a wearing trial. So he was a shade worn-sounding when he added his agreement to the discussion, "Aye, it's better this way. Pay our respects to him, then start the fight on our terms in our place."
On the other hand, he knew that the garrison was still there, and there would be consequences to this action, including for the village, "The faster we move, the better. This is Barkstead's former territory, and I expect the revolt started here and the news will travel fast. We need to be faster and get out of this place. All we can do now by lingering overlong is bring retribution on the town."
Qazar was able to sneer before Masef told him, again, to shut up.
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He'd learned to concentrate past Qazar and put him in a mental box, a prison, and part of that was the discipline of the bow. He sighted down the bow at the enemy with the synergy of muscle and eye, picking the point the land the arrow when Kiera did what she did. He relaxed an iota, as he watched the garrison start to relent. He slid back down to the ground floor, feeling oddly unfulfilled, but still grateful for an anticlimactic outcome.
It was just as well, he had worries about the consequences of a bloody struggle in Bosfyrd itself, but he had not the tongue or the desire for diplomacy. His father's death sent his blood singing, had him hungering for a fight. There were too many voices in his head, Qazar's for one, then the one that compelled him up the Pilgrim Road in the first place. That second voice was important, because when Kiera asked Ashira to show them where Brand fell, he felt that very same compulsion crash down on him.
He looked a little peaked from the whole confrontation. The excitement plus the war of compulsions in his skull was a wearing trial. So he was a shade worn-sounding when he added his agreement to the discussion, "Aye, it's better this way. Pay our respects to him, then start the fight on our terms in our place."
On the other hand, he knew that the garrison was still there, and there would be consequences to this action, including for the village, "The faster we move, the better. This is Barkstead's former territory, and I expect the revolt started here and the news will travel fast. We need to be faster and get out of this place. All we can do now by lingering overlong is bring retribution on the town."
Qazar was able to sneer before Masef told him, again, to shut up.
@Flagg@Naril@R31GN@Gunther@Airbender@POOHEAD189@NickTrano