One and a half Zith to the rescue!

Treachery and Irathia help with the snow cave ins in Mithryn

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One and a half Zith to the rescue!

Postby Treachery on January 16th, 2016, 9:03 pm

53rd of Winter, 515A.V.


“Wake up Furball!”

Treachery's world of dreams vanished at these words as something shock him violently. Growling and curling into his pillow, the bed disappeared out from underneath him as his head made contact with the floor. Opening his eyes ready to gouge out those belong to the one responsible for his newest bruise, the zith's rage fell short at his Patron's worried look. She was in full armour and had already gotten a good grip on his upper arm to haul him to his feet.

“Sera?”

“A load of roofs caved in here and in Mithryn due to heavy snow last night. We need to get to Mithryn now to help them.”

“What about Colony?”

“There are plenty of squires and knights to help here. Now get dressed and get flapping. I'll catch up with you when I have the chance.”


Throwing his pillow at the bed, Treachery lunged for his weapon and clothing. With a yell that she would be bringing his horse with her, Kovan quickly disappeared. After tugging on his boots, trousers and shirt, the zith set about strapping on his weapon holder. That done he sheathed his kopis and ran for the roof, a hair ribbon between his teeth as he went. Clawing his hair away fromh is face, the majority of his hair was secured in one paw as he haphazardly wrapped the ribbon around the bunch. A messy slightly too tight pony tail was the result but it would have to do.

Reaching the roof, the Zith shuddered at the sudden cold, his fur puffing up to protect him as he got his bearings. The harbour was on his left so Mithryn would be nearly directly behind him. Turning around, Treachery ran for the edge of the roof fighting the snow blowing into his eyes. Wings outstretched he leapt from the building and flapped hard for the mini-colony. Gaining height, he circled around the higher towers of Syliras, sparing glances down to the people below. True to his patron's words, the other knights and squires were busy at work with a small number gathering around the gate to head for the outpost.

Flapping harder as a stray stream of wind sent him off course, the zith squinted through the falling snow flakes. Everything around him was white and cold, bar a few scattered splodges of brown earth below. Nearly half a bell of battling the weather later, Treachery hear the loud sounds of orders being given over the wind. Soon he could make out the small camp the knights had already made. People Flying lower, the squire land unevenly on the ground just outside the camp breath visibly crystallising in front of him as he took a brief rest. Still breathing heavily from his flight, the zith forced his half asleep cold legs onwards.

Entering the camp he got a few strange looks from those about him. Ignoring these he asked the nearest member of the order where the person in charge was. After explaining that he was a squire, he was pointed to a noisy tent where orders were being throw about as supplies were rationed and plans of action were discuses. Entering the tent, Treachery walked up to the loudest person there and saluted.

“Treachery, Squire to Sera Kovan from Syliras at you service!”
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Postby Irathia on January 16th, 2016, 10:26 pm

Irathia breathed heavily, her black cloak wrapped around her body as she helped a man walk towards the camp full of knights and squires. The man grimaced a bit, slightly tripping over all the snow. Irathia eye brows shot up as she helped the man up, taking her blue arm and wrapping it around the man's torso, attempting to give him more support.

"Almost there..." Irathia grumbled, not really knowing how to talk to the injured man. The man nodded and tried to pick up the pace, only to stumble over snow.

Irathia and the man eventually found the camp, several knights ran up and picked the man up. "Thank you." The man said, Irathia nodded. She sighed and walked tightened her cloak, trying to stay warm in these conditions. Irathia looked around see that more knights and members of the Order gathered into the camp. Irathia looked around, some new tents where set up... Irathia looked around for the tent where most of the commanders hanged around. Just the one with all the yelling. She thought, as she fully entered the camp. She entered followed her own instructions and saluted the loudest person there.

"Found a survivor." Irathia said simply as she walked into the group, trying to melt into the back ground. At first she didn't notice the Zith there, she was still used to just seeing Zith in a civilization. She started to stare at the Zith, not sure what to think of the Zith there.
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Postby Treachery on March 17th, 2016, 1:40 am

The man he had just introduced himself to froze and blinked for a few ticks. His face showing fear then confusion before returning to it's commanding look as he looked the squire over. Dropping his hand from the salute, the knight moved to speak before another person entered the tent behind them. The woman, from the sound of her voice, marched up the same man, saluted and announced she had found a survivor. Tearing his eyes from the zith, the knight ignored treachery in favour of of acknowledging the new coming. Sparing them a glance, the zith found himself furrowing his brown and giving them a better look over.

The woman was average height by zith standard so smaller than him, with tan skin but what had the zith's attention was her face or more accurately her teeth. Prey didn't normally have such sharp teeth plus her features weren't as foreign looking as prey's normally were. Blatantly staring at the woman, Treachery notes that she was staring back and straightened his posture so that he could loom over her more than he already did. It never hurt to intimidate what you didn't understand. He might have been a bit too focused on deciphering the female's features as he had almost forgotten about th situation at hand only remembering when the loud voice of the man boomed in his ears making him start.

“Good work, Squire. I want you to continue to rescue anyone still trapped under the collapsed buildings. This zith is apparently a squire as well. Take him. He'll be able to fly to places you can't reach. Understood, Tre-Treachery?”

Ignoring the man's slight confusion over his name, the zith nodded his understanding and gave a small salute before turning back to the woman. She wasn't prey but she wasn't zith either. Deciding to test his luck, the squire decided to try the only test he knew for sure. After all, the majority of prey was painfully deaf.

“Hello, I do hope you have a plan for how we are going to go about saving these pitiful pet prey's lives, Huntress.”

Eyeing the woman up for any reaction she might give to what he had said, Treachery waited for her to reply or move which ever came first.
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Postby Irathia on March 17th, 2016, 2:25 am

Irathia nodded at the man at command and walked up to the Zith, she stood straight up, waiting for some sort of response from him. She was anything but comfortable to be paired with a member of the race that once treated her like dirt, it made her feel a multitude of emotions that swelled and bubbled in her. Many, were different levels of fear and paranoia, like the Zith might pick her up and fly her back to Xy...

Only to hear oddly high and low sounds emerge from his mouth, she recognized the sounds from when her master would shot at her in his tongue. The language annoyed her and made her cringe slightly as she visibly scrunched up her nose and squeezed her eye lids until the noise passed and she could muster up something to say in response to the Zith.

"I can't understand what you are trying say, S-sir." She stumbled over her words as she spoke and she turned to looked at the other knights, confusion on there faces, which made Irathia chuckle slightly. She cleared her ears quickly as she turned her head back to the Zith, where she looked at his eyes.

Trying to muster up more confidence, she attempted to speak, "I believe w-we should head out now." She talked with a hushed tone as the confidence she built quickly dissolved. She found herself not being able to form the confidence her voice, it just felt wrong to yell or even raise her voice at a Zith... She just couldn't do it. Just the idea sent fear into her body, and she could almost feel the scars on her back burn like they were just whipped and opened.
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Postby Treachery on March 17th, 2016, 3:28 am

Treachery couldn't stop the smile stretching across his face. She had reacted, confirming his prediction that she was something other than prey. This especially excited him when the kngihts around them expressed confusion and the woman seemed to chuckle at their pitifulness. Sure, she was stuttering as she spoke to him but she had tried to stand up and gain control over him. Ha. There might be a huntress in there somewhere Miss Not-prey but it wasn't not be enough. Still he would play along since he had been told to follow her. Tilting his head to the side, not dropping the smile, the zith maintained eye contact silently daring her to say something again.

“Sorry. I no know what you are. So test and see. But you no deaf. Interesting.”

The words practically purred out his lips. This was too much fun but any how there were people to rescue. Seemed the woman agreed with him as she quietly stuttered out a pathetic order to follow her. Nodding, the smirk finally dropped of his features as he fell into line behind her. Tailing close behind her, the zith growled lightly when they once more stepped into the cold. Fur puffing up again as his nose began to chill, Treachery wanted to get this over and done with quickly. Turning to the not-prey, he questioned her in a rough tone of common; using a word he had once heard someone use when talking to his patron in hopes it would get her to act more like the leader of their small pack rather than some frightened child.

“Where we go now, Commander?”
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Postby Irathia on March 17th, 2016, 3:55 am

Her eyes widened. "Oh... I am not in charge." She said waving her hands quickly, like she was trying to swat the words away. Commander... I am not able to lead... Then again... Haven't tried that much... Irathia thought for a moment. "I was only following orders..." She said, rubbing the back of her head. She quickly tightened the cloak around her body.

Irathia quickly thought, she might as well give an attempt at commanding someone, she might need to learn that later on. "I... Guess we go to Mithryn and look for collapsed houses?" She said, a tinge of confusing on her voice as she looked around through all the snow. The houses of Mithryn were grey blobs, threatening to be consumed by the particular flurry of snow that has emerged as the day continued.

She patted her hammer as she stepped forward, building up confidence again as she suddenly stopped. "If you dare tell anyone about what I am... You will regret it." She said, she was proud, the words came out smooth, no tumbling or choking on air. Her voice came out strong, though still a bit quiet... She wasn't sure if the Zith even was able to hear her speak... Treachery... An odd name, though probably common among the Zith. The threat felt like a lie to her though, and she hoped Treachery didn't sense it in her voice.

She continued forward, not bothering to see if the Zith was to follow her or not. She puffed her chest, stood tall, and marched through the snow, her cloak dragging behind her as her body heat were catching the cold snow slightly. Her hand fell upon the pommel of her hammer as she felt a small grin form slightly as she imagined herself marching... She quickly hid it away and she continued forward as the building grew in size and color.
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Postby Treachery on March 17th, 2016, 5:49 am

His choice in words hadn't had the desired effect. His expression visibly dropped to that of annoyance when she denied her leadership. Great. Well one of them was going to have to take vague charge. His face softened when she admitted to only be following orders. Perhaps she didn't know how to lead? Well she was going to learn then! Opening his mouth to speak, a stuttered order stopped him. Oh? So she was going to give orders? How indecisive. Observing her confusion as she looked about, the zith turned to his ears. The camp site around them was loud as was the wind but he could vaguely hear a set of muffled cried from the direction of what had been the mini-colony.

About to take to the air to source out the noise, the tapping and jarring change in tone from the woman had him looking at her cautiously. She wielded a hammer like his patron and while he didn't respect her, he had been on the business end of his patron's weapon enough times to know to respect her hammer at least. Eyeing her for a few ticks, the zith deemed it safe enough to let out a chuckle at her threat. Calling out after her as she marched off, his voice ripe with mirth, he held out his arms in clearly faked surrender.

“I no tell what I no know. What you are, I can not figure out.”

Stretching his wings slightly, Treachery ran forward after her before jumping and flapping hard down wards. Repeating the heavy wing beats as the wind played with his airborne form the squire soon over took his new partner as he zoned in on the noise from earlier. Dipping over the wreckage of what might have been a dwelling, the zith tilted his head back and forth to try and hear the noise better over the wind as his wings beat hard to keep him stable against the snowy air currents. Breathing picking up as he turned closer to the sound, the zith let a shiver crawl down his spine. The wind held the faint familiar scent of dead bodies, there would no doubt be corpse to collect once the snow thawed. Hopefully he wouldn't have to stick about for that. Eventually finding himself having flown around in circles and Treachery decided to land.

“Hello?”

His voice was loud and soon the noises from before started up again only clearer and more panicked than before. Pin pointing their source from a more up right part of the rubble, the zith clambered over towards them. Calling out again got him a more clearer answer of 'Thank Sylir!'. Okay, those were definitely trapped people in there. Clawing away some of the snow revealed a series of large and heavy bits of roof along with a crack into a small cavity created between the fallen roof and the remaining standing wall. Sticking an eye up against the crack and waiting for it to adjust showed three, maybe four, shivering bodies curled up together in the small space. If it weren't for the fact he could smell blood, Treachery would have been relived that so many people were unharmed despite the destruction to the their home.

“Hello. I'm a squire. Smell blood. Anyone hurt?”

“My sister got her leg caught under the rubble when the roof caved in. We've freed her but she's bleeding badly. Can you get us out!?”

“I try!”


Tugging at the fallen roof bore no results and he didn't want to dig too far least the rest of the roof cave in on the survivors. He needed strength and also another pair of hands. Sighing, he told the voice that he would be right back and took off again looking for the not-prey. Finding her wasn't hard, flight meant he could cover quite a bit of ground if he needed to. Landing roughly, nearby he called out to her.

“No-Deaf Lady, Hurry! Found people. Trapped. Can't move rubble. This way.”

Turning and dashing off from the way he came, this time on foot so she could follow, the zith lead his partner towards where he had found the survivors. Hoping she would be able to aid him despite her timid personality.

OOCI sorta rushed ahead a bit and gave us some people to save. Do tell me if I went too far!
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Postby Irathia on March 17th, 2016, 10:15 pm

Irathia stopped in place once she got to the buildings, she scanned around her... She shook her head, getting some snow off of her face as she looked around, it was oddly quiet, the wind howling was the only thing she could hear. She cleared her throat as she noticed her Zith 'friend' was gone... Probably flown away some where... She sighed loudly... It isn't going to be easy alone, in fact she was only sent to help the man away by her Patron, which she hoped was okay in all the snow.

That is when the Treachery landed quiet close in front of her, which made her visibly jump in surprise and confusion. It took her a moment to figure out what exactly the Zith said after recovering from the tiny bit of a scare. That was when it was processed and she quickly jogged to close the gap from the Zith.

"Lead the way!" She yelled as she ran with the Zith...

She wondered how many people were injured in the collapsed homes... And how cold were they in this snow? How much were freezing to death under the rubble because a bone was broken? It disturbed her a bit as she thought about it... She guessed it was one of the many duties of being a knight... Which she did not mind, for she felt it was right.
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Postby Treachery on April 4th, 2016, 10:59 pm

The not-prey followed after him willingly as they raced towards the trapped people. In all honesty Treachery would have preferred to fly but if he did that the not prey wouldn't have been able to follow him as easily. Such a bother, though a curious one. Stumbling over debris and snow, the zith's breathing began to pick up as the terrain made moving forward harder. Though keeping his wings high and out the way, Treachery made sure to pay extra attention to where they were at all times. The last thing he needed right now was to trip over them or snag them on some rubble.

Slowing as his endurance dwindled and the running just became too much for his legs, the squire could thankfully now hear the people. Thank goodness that meant they at least weren't going to get lost. Pointing in the general direction of the voices, he motioned for the woman to continue while he slowed to catch his breath. His body was boiling, obviously fur wasn't meant to be under cloth. Then again he'd rather be a bit too warm than get shouted at for being indecent. Honestly it wasn't his fault staring at his body made people feel indecent. Watching his breath crystallize in front of him as his body cooled down from the running, Treachery tried to keep his walking as brisk as he could.

Finally catching up to the woman outside the cave in, he quickly yelled in between the crack asking if everyone was still okay. After a general consensus from the hole that they were as okay as they had been when he first found them, Treachery backed away from the trapped people and over to the not prey.

“They stuck. Any idea how we get they out? Without get they crushed.....”
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Postby Irathia on April 5th, 2016, 3:31 am

Irathia noticed that the Zith was going slower, she decided for the sake of the people she continued running at the same speed ahead... Where she heard some shouts through the snow, calling for help, people injured. She looked back to see the Zith's silhouette in the snow, he was cooling him self off.

Irathia quickly went back. "Hello! I am a squire! I heard one of you are injured!" She shouted over the snow, she heard that some one was bleeding, and she quickly began to think of what to do... The roof was in multiple fragments, quiet to large for her to lift alone. She could possibly use the Treachery to lift the fragments with her, if worse comes to worse it would require them to attempt to break the roof more to more manageable pieces. If that was even possible of course.

She looked back and saw the Zith next to her, asking what they need to do... "I suppose we can try to lift it, of course, but if that doesn't work... We could just... Break the roof into more capable pieces... Maybe ask the capable people to push up." She said... Talking to her self as she studied the roof. "To be honest I am not sure, but it never hurts to try." She said once more, "Unless it actually DOES hurt." She whispered under her breath.

She whipped her head around, "What do you think we should do?" Irathia asked the Zith. She turned her head back to the collapsed building as she awaited the answer of her companion... She was beginning to worry that she wouldn't be able to help the people from the roof with out hurting them...
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