Saybir, a country in Aeropia had been recently conquered by the people of the land of Izor. A land whose faith was as fearful as its military might. These days it seemed countries were falling at a pace that was only increasing as the months passed. Saybir being conquered meant an end to a land in which magical creatures and magical beings could flourish. One by one they were betrayed by wealthy, human, landowners. The throne stayed true throughout the chaos and ultimately that was their downfall. Human and wielding no magical power with limited allies of magic they were defeated. The last of the surviving royals in Saybir were to be hung in the main town square including the court Magician that the Qrowean Church so deviously sought out. Those of their knights loyal were to have their throat slit on sight and family line finished.
The church's crusade against Magic had grown exponentially violent, having conquered Saybir with a body count and streets of cobbled stone running red with the blood of those slain during combat.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Breath in.
The clanking of metal.
Hooves thundering against stone.
One breath let out as the sound came back crashing. The whole thing a mess of noise sure to give anyone a temporary headache.
Trying to think in the medley of chaos was hard indeed, but somehow she managed, her hands lifting to block a killing blow. She had been trained in the arts of the sword since birth granting her that natural reflex. During the chaos, though it was only natural shed disguise herself further as a knight of honor. Men of thine enemy were not treated too kindly, the women unkindlier still for they could not escape with their minds intact in where death was better than subjugation and violation but no sweet bliss would ever come.
Perhaps she’d die soon.
Just not here, her sword gliding through the air to slice at the enemy’s open chest, the sword cutting a trail behind it killing the foe dead in his tracks. With a slight kick of her booted foot he slumped backwards falling to the ground and her sword was wiped clean upon her pants thigh.
What a hassle this was going to be.
Standing tall she stood straight, unlike her kindly but short mother, she was a decent 5’ 8” making her tall enough to not seem suspicious. Though her hair in braids she figured to placed a silver helm upon her head to hide her delicate but androgynous and dirty features. After she took some time to ransack her kill, she took the slain man’s banner and with it his gold and title.
She knew this would not last for long and she would need to find a new way out of the city, what she never expected was what came next.
“You there!”
Back stiff, eyes wide, she slowly sheathed her sword and lifted her hands slowly as if caught nearly forgetting this was no longer her enemy but ally. She was sure there was probably a suspicious look towards her way as her hands slid to her head and she turned around with a swiftness and a yes sir! But if there had been it was quickly erased and her “leader” barked out an order pointing towards a specific tower.
“You are to retrieve the Magician and bring him to the court square. He is to be hanged for his crimes against the church.”
Bowing her head slightly she replied in the affirmative and then hurried along the path leading to such a person. Surely if he was a magician he would be gone by now. No man was that stupid to stick around till the end. Right?
Armoured feet clang against the cobbled stone, the sound being her only comfort as she could do without the distant screams and cries of peasant and noblemen alike. Perhaps this was her time to run away get away from it all, but, her thoughts lingered on the royals that dedicated their entire lives to the cause. She had honor, and she fought for the royal family of Saybir but.
She shook her head lightly unsheathing her sword, tapping it lightly against the stone of the tower. The stairs were steep and seemed harrowing. She began up with caution, her movements of those trained to expect combat around any corner. When reaching the top she stood in front of the only entrance and stared at the door. If the Magician was still here what was she to do. She had to think of a plan and think of one quick, especially since she brought herself here instead of escaping. Something told her to.
With a deep inhale and exhale to the diaphragm she straightened herself slightly, leaning the banner she had still been holding against the side of the door she leaned against it. Checking that it was open, she found it was not and so she decided to do the next best thing in these situations.... Break the door down. What a hassle for someone she had never met. Taking her sword she wedged the tip between the handle and the stone frame. With a swift kick to the swords flat side she busted the handle opening the door her way.
Surely she was going to get killed.
Kicking the door the rest of the way open she moved her way inside taking in the view as her eyes adjusted to the shadows of the room.
"I am here for the Magician." Her voice was stern but light. She was not sure she would be able to convince the Magi that she was actually there to help, her entrance definately would not help her any.
