Timestamp: 5th day of Spring, 518AV
Location: Neras' Room in Barracks
Who: Neras and Kelski
Staring out the narrow window, Neras started to miss the dirty cesspool called Sunberth. The youth was almost eighteen, and he spent two and half months sitting in bed and waiting for his wounds to heal. It was embarrassing for the young man to be so helpless in front of his peers. Jaren must of thought it was funny because he moved the most obnoxious raiders into his room to keep him company. These little petchers were probably the most vocal about his failure in Daggerhand territory. He knew that he shouldn't been as boastful as he touted his skill over the rest of the raiders, but the bravado got away from him, and now he was paying the consequences. Sitting up against the back board, he looked at the pimply bastard called Greasy. The teenager was sixteen years old, and he still resented Neras for embarrassing him in front of his boyhood crush, Zukai.
Neras knew that Greasy had no chances with the Myrian woman, but teenage boys were petty and any slight was a great insult. The pimply boy asked as he sat on the foot of Neras' bed, “So..tell me the story again? You were surrounded by four corpses and they stabbed you?”
Neras just stared at him and said simply, “I told the story three times already, so why do you go petch off and wash your face...”
Greasy glared at him and shook his head, “Jaren told me that I had to keep you company, so you don't die? I don't want to anger the Marshal...”
Neras rolled his eyes at the name of the marshal and said with a smirk, “That explains the dirt on your knees, do you swallow too?”
Greasy gave him quizzical look and said, “What the hai are you talking about, Jinx? I am trying to get ahead in the Sun Births. If I have to watch your sorry arse than I will do what I have to do...”
Neras raised a eyebrow at the stupidity of some of the raiders and said with a nod, “So it a yes. Make sure you do neck stretches, so you don't get headaches?”
Greasy shook his head and said with a shake of his head, “I do stretches everyday, Neras, so don't worry about me getting headaches. One day, I going to beat you in the Proving Ground in front of everyone! Maybe I will get to guard that sweet piece of arse in Jaren's apartment. Man if I had a bell with her alone...damn. She would walking bow legged for a week.”
Neras looked at the door for a moment, and he hated to admit that Darvin was right. If Kelski wasn't under Jaren's protection, she would be in trouble. The guardian looked at him square in the eyes and said slowly, “Greasy, I know you feel proud of yourself that you clean the chamber pots out of Jaren's apartment, but Kelski is Jaren's property, so I suggest you go to brothel to drain your waterskin. It will be safer for you.”
Greasy said with sneer, “You just jealous that you are on Jaren's shyte list. I mean how many years does that old man have left...maybe a year or two. Before they dig him a plot in the dust. If I get good with my spear, I will be guarding the slave girl in no time.”
Neras looked at him and said with a smile, “I surprised you are over Zukai. Now your sniffing around a slave girl who can't say no. You are quite a ladies man, Greasy! You should ask Jaren's personal guard how many years that he has left. I am sure. He would tell you. He is quite a honest man...”
Greasy stands up from Neres bed and gives him a nod, and said with smirk, “Well, I have duties for the marshal to attend too, so why don't you just make yourself comfortable and take a nap.” The pimply teenager walked to the door and left the room.
It was two bells till noon, and the young guardian leaned back his head against the stone wall and looked around the room. It was a simple room. Their were four small beds crammed into a little room each bed had a trunk to store their gear, so they could have personal items, but they had no privacy. At least, Jaren had the decency to give him the bed by the window and the farthest from the door. However, it was torture some days when he watched the other members leave the barracks. Neras tended to be alone for most of the day as the rest of the raiders and guardians were out either training or out on duties for the gang. He guess it was punishment for him acting on his own on the island. However, if he didn't run into the dead end like a idiot. He might not be in this shytey situation. His mother always told him that he was bold like his Inarta father. It was a nice way of saying stupid.
Neras was alone with his thoughts and nightmares given to him by the surgeon of the city. Whenever, he heard or saw the door of his room start to open, he tended to get overly anxious because the doctor tended to find the oddest times for his experiments. Half the time, he wanted to hide under his bed for the majority of the day because of his panic attacks, but he needed to keep up appearances to the other raiders, so he toughed it out and acted like he was sleeping. The X shaped scar over his heart was a testament to his experiments. Luckily, he passed out from the pain when he started to peel his skin back from his chest to open up his ribs. The last thing that he heard was the sound of crunching of bone. It was a horrifying early days after his injury, but he was alive, and he was now focused on avenging his mother more than ever.
Location: Neras' Room in Barracks
Who: Neras and Kelski
Staring out the narrow window, Neras started to miss the dirty cesspool called Sunberth. The youth was almost eighteen, and he spent two and half months sitting in bed and waiting for his wounds to heal. It was embarrassing for the young man to be so helpless in front of his peers. Jaren must of thought it was funny because he moved the most obnoxious raiders into his room to keep him company. These little petchers were probably the most vocal about his failure in Daggerhand territory. He knew that he shouldn't been as boastful as he touted his skill over the rest of the raiders, but the bravado got away from him, and now he was paying the consequences. Sitting up against the back board, he looked at the pimply bastard called Greasy. The teenager was sixteen years old, and he still resented Neras for embarrassing him in front of his boyhood crush, Zukai.
Neras knew that Greasy had no chances with the Myrian woman, but teenage boys were petty and any slight was a great insult. The pimply boy asked as he sat on the foot of Neras' bed, “So..tell me the story again? You were surrounded by four corpses and they stabbed you?”
Neras just stared at him and said simply, “I told the story three times already, so why do you go petch off and wash your face...”
Greasy glared at him and shook his head, “Jaren told me that I had to keep you company, so you don't die? I don't want to anger the Marshal...”
Neras rolled his eyes at the name of the marshal and said with a smirk, “That explains the dirt on your knees, do you swallow too?”
Greasy gave him quizzical look and said, “What the hai are you talking about, Jinx? I am trying to get ahead in the Sun Births. If I have to watch your sorry arse than I will do what I have to do...”
Neras raised a eyebrow at the stupidity of some of the raiders and said with a nod, “So it a yes. Make sure you do neck stretches, so you don't get headaches?”
Greasy shook his head and said with a shake of his head, “I do stretches everyday, Neras, so don't worry about me getting headaches. One day, I going to beat you in the Proving Ground in front of everyone! Maybe I will get to guard that sweet piece of arse in Jaren's apartment. Man if I had a bell with her alone...damn. She would walking bow legged for a week.”
Neras looked at the door for a moment, and he hated to admit that Darvin was right. If Kelski wasn't under Jaren's protection, she would be in trouble. The guardian looked at him square in the eyes and said slowly, “Greasy, I know you feel proud of yourself that you clean the chamber pots out of Jaren's apartment, but Kelski is Jaren's property, so I suggest you go to brothel to drain your waterskin. It will be safer for you.”
Greasy said with sneer, “You just jealous that you are on Jaren's shyte list. I mean how many years does that old man have left...maybe a year or two. Before they dig him a plot in the dust. If I get good with my spear, I will be guarding the slave girl in no time.”
Neras looked at him and said with a smile, “I surprised you are over Zukai. Now your sniffing around a slave girl who can't say no. You are quite a ladies man, Greasy! You should ask Jaren's personal guard how many years that he has left. I am sure. He would tell you. He is quite a honest man...”
Greasy stands up from Neres bed and gives him a nod, and said with smirk, “Well, I have duties for the marshal to attend too, so why don't you just make yourself comfortable and take a nap.” The pimply teenager walked to the door and left the room.
It was two bells till noon, and the young guardian leaned back his head against the stone wall and looked around the room. It was a simple room. Their were four small beds crammed into a little room each bed had a trunk to store their gear, so they could have personal items, but they had no privacy. At least, Jaren had the decency to give him the bed by the window and the farthest from the door. However, it was torture some days when he watched the other members leave the barracks. Neras tended to be alone for most of the day as the rest of the raiders and guardians were out either training or out on duties for the gang. He guess it was punishment for him acting on his own on the island. However, if he didn't run into the dead end like a idiot. He might not be in this shytey situation. His mother always told him that he was bold like his Inarta father. It was a nice way of saying stupid.
Neras was alone with his thoughts and nightmares given to him by the surgeon of the city. Whenever, he heard or saw the door of his room start to open, he tended to get overly anxious because the doctor tended to find the oddest times for his experiments. Half the time, he wanted to hide under his bed for the majority of the day because of his panic attacks, but he needed to keep up appearances to the other raiders, so he toughed it out and acted like he was sleeping. The X shaped scar over his heart was a testament to his experiments. Luckily, he passed out from the pain when he started to peel his skin back from his chest to open up his ribs. The last thing that he heard was the sound of crunching of bone. It was a horrifying early days after his injury, but he was alive, and he was now focused on avenging his mother more than ever.