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The light wooden sleigh slowly plowed through the snow, heading north away from Snohast, Grigori pulled his woolen blanket tighter, observing the Lakian Pack Penguins pull on their little harnesses, waddling slowly along, dragging the sleigh behind them, it was a 2 hour ride to their destination by horse, however, the road was too treacherous for larger animals, only the slow waddle of the Lakian Pack Penguins could make it to their rendezvous safely, and so they rode on. “How many is there being?” Stepan turned from the penguin reigns and stared into the night sky, trying to estimate “Stepan would be saying… about thirty or so are being of the warriors, but there are being many at the base, and there is being many more that are being in the cities and towns who are making of the supporting of us.” Grigori took a minute to digest this information. “We will be making of the needing of the more.” Grigori grunted “Da.” Stepan agreed, trying not to tangle the sixty or so reigns for each individual penguin “This is being of the job for Grigori, when people are being of the hearing that the GREAT Grigori is being of the joining of the rebellion, there will be many who are making of the flocking to our refuge.” “This is being of a great responsibility for Grigori…” the old Keeper nodded “But Grigori is of the being of the great, so Grigori will make of the doing.” Six Days Later The small town slowly came into view over the horizon, the bustle of Lakians going about their early morning tasks and business pierced the silence, Grigori smiled, absentmindedly reaching to pull at his mustache, before realizing it was gone, however he felt the small whiskers that had grown over the past few days, assuredly a boon from the All-Father for this righteous task he was about to undertake. Grigori turned to his traveling companion “Are there being ships that Grigori can make of the using?” Stepan looked surprisedly at Grigori “Da, but are you making of leaving already?” Grigori shook his head “Niet, Grigori must make of sending letter.” A small schooner would sail down the River Eada in the early morning, navigating the narrow waterway and into the Lake Hakon, slipping silently into the docks at the old Cartref Keep. A Grizzled captain stepped off onto the dock, one hand resting on his saber, the other clutching a letter sealed with red wax.
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Lakian: Warning that is being of the Triggering Content that is being of the nature that is being of the graphic is being contained that is making of the being of the fighteningness, maimadaimaling, trauma that is being of the general and specific that is making of the being about the accidents that are concerning the vehicles and that is of being the most traumaticed: English: Trigger Warning Contains graphic content, including fighting, maimedness, and general and specific trauma concerning vehicular accidents and loss of facial hair. Grigori’s limp body lay on the ground, around him lay the wreckage of the cart, wooden debris, body parts, and bits of shorn metal. A piercing ring echoed in Grigori’s ears and his vision faded in and out of focus as his eyes slowly fluttered open. Grigori dragged himself to his feet, however found that one of his legs had twisted into the wrong direction, and so he limped among the hulk and shell of what had once been the cart carrying him to his certain demise, with his mind in a fog and no destination in mind, he stopped. A uniformed man came bounding past Grigori, bumping him and almost causing him to trip to the ground, one of the guards that had been accompanying him, the guard crouched low behind a wheel stuck halfway in the dirt as he began the slow process of drawing the string back on his crossbow, however his efforts were in vain as a bolt became lodged in his skull from an unknown assailant. Grigori continued to hobble aimlessly, in a state of shock, he could not process the danger he was in. Grigori stopped again before the main body of the carriage, another guard once again hiding behind it, crossbow in hand. The guard turned to face Grigori and reared his crossbow towards the aged Keeper. Crash Thump The guard and another man collided and were rolling around on the ground, the crossbow loosed its bolt, which went slinking harmlessly into the far distance, Grigori turned his attention to the bolt, watching it soar away, ignoring the two on the ground as they pummeled and raged at each other. Grigori stared off into the distance, wondering how far away the bolt had landed, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Grigori turned around to face the man before him, a broad shouldered man, with a full beard and mustache, Grigori reached up to his own face to stroke his own facial hair, however found none. Grigori looked the man over, a mix of brown leathers and red cloths adorned his person “I am thinking that I am needing help, Grigori is thinking he is lost…” Grigori spoke dazedly. The man placed his hand on Grigori’s shoulder and gave a light smile and subtle chuckle “Da, Stepan will make of the helping of the GREAT Grigori.”
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Grigori awkwardly lifted his manacled hands to his freshly shaven lip, a torturous insult delivered by his captors, he had no need to wonder about who they were, for the manner in which his lip had been shaved could only have been delivered by the loyalist forces of his homeland. Grigori thought back to his friends and comrades, who likely would have no idea what had happened to him, snatched by the Burghermeisters men whilst visiting the old shrines to the Paragons. Grigori’s mind then wandered to the journey he had just experienced, nearly just as roundabout as his escape from his home “Lakians maybe should not be making of the sailoring…” He contemplated to himself, considering the journey likely took ten times the length for any normal ship to traverse, still, he would have yet another story that none of his listeners would believe, if he were to live to tell them at least. The sounds of home and harbor rang out in the air as the vessel approached Snowhast. Shouts and calls in Grigori’s native tongue beckoned out, giving Grigori bittersweet feelings of once again walking in his home and amongst his kinsmen. Merchants and dealers called for customers to peruse their wares, a fishmonger waved a fish in the air by its tail, pointing it aggressively at passersbys “<Make of the walking to the place that is being of the here to be coming to me, Vizari, to be of the buying of the fish that the fishermans are making of the using of the pole that is being of the fishing with to be catching the fish that are making of the swimming that is being in the ocean!>” and a used gimcrack and kickshaw dealer waved his arms around wildly, attracting many customers, “<It is being me, Crazy Ivan, Crazy Ivan is making of the having of the deal that is being of the great, be making of the coming to the Crazy Ivan to be making of the having of the deal that is being of the so, so great!>” As much as Grigori wished he could go see Crazy Ivan and his great deal, he was pushed along by the loyalist guards, however, the guards too could not resist the great deals of Crazy Ivan, and so they all quickly made a purchase before hurriedly piling into several awaiting carriages and quickly raced away. The ride was rough and erratic, and the guards stood tense and uneasy, Grigori had never seen Lakian soldiers so serious, even those in the service of the Burghermeister. He watched the guards scan the horizon, clutching their weapons tight. It wasn’t long out of Snowhast that he heard it, Thunk, the guards all jumped, then it happened again, Thunk, Thunk, Thunk… “REBELS!” a guard called out, then the sickening sound of an arrow sinking into flesh, and a brief scream of the driver, Grigori could feel the adrenaline rushing through his body, and everything seemed to slow down, he watched the drivers body fall from the carriage and slide beneath the rear wheel, throwing the back of the carriage into the air, Grigori was weightless for only a moment as the carriage lifted, and then suddenly the world began to speed up and the carriage came slamming into the earth and the world went dark…
