Thread: Godless (RaidenTheRipper & Chariot)

Jaemie listened to him go through the options. It was amazing how much of that she had though of, coming to much of the same conclusion quietly. She took his armor, setting it aside to be cleaned and repaired. It was true. The king wanted them. Despite what Black said, she did not want to see the wisdom in leaving them behind to soothe the Mad King's rage. She was not the best fighter, nor the best strategist, but she was their leader. She forsake most of the same comforts, ate the same foods, and fought just as hard as any of her men. To leave them now seemed treasonous. Especially since she likely would not see many of them again. At the mention of her maidservant she paused, thinking about the girl. She was a lovely creature, sixteen or seventeen, with a petite frame and warm freckles on her skin. She was barely a woman, with her naive elegance and cheerful demeanor. They found her outside of the first kingdom they overtook, attempting to navigate a raft down one of the Forks. She was apparently an escaped whore from one of the brothels of Gryen and her men--still boys then--tried to claim her as their own. Jaemie found her on the outskirts of camp as they lay siege to the city an ordered the men who raped her whipped and left tied to posts. She was no fool that her men possessed such lusts, but she would be damned if she would allow them to see even one person without her knowing of it. She mostly was just thankful the girl was not a royal--who could be ransomed or made vassal by the king. The girl ended up staying with her for lack of having no where else to go. She was not enthused at the prospect, but the two years they had of each other's company made her less fearful and she even considered taking up a sword to join the company outright. Her red-brown hair was what killed her. It was her idea that they start to dress alike after Jaemie's wine was poisoned the first time. It was obvious that Jaemie was well feared and had a fanatical following wishing her dead--though in all honesty she could not blame them. The raid happened at night, and the girl had only stepped out of the tent to go fetch water when arrows started to rain from the surrounding hills. Jaime watched as the girl sank to her knees, blood turning her crimson clothes wet, before Black pushed her away and called out for a guard around her. Despite all that Jaime couldn't recall her name. It is hard to ask for someone to die for your drinking water Black. Besides the food-tasters I want no one in my service to die. And at least they deserve it. Now please, let me see that scratch before you laugh and tear it open again. She uncorked the bladder with her mouth and helped him pull off the stained tunic. More importantly, I would prefer the men not know that I leave them. At least not before we heal some of the more disfigured. The drop in moral will be steep if they see me leave and I won't leave Randolph with a rebellion on the rise. I do not trust these summons and if it wasn't for His Majesty's seal, I would dismiss them altogether. I haven't received a single runner from Scalla--and you know as well as I that they have heard of our deeds by now--something is stirring in the unknown and I do not our lives held in question. She gave him the wine, allowing him to drink before she knelt next to him to better see the wound. It wasn't bad, stitches were unneeded, but it certainly needed to be cleaned. You do know I would not hold it against you to leave should there be sign or word of the king wanting our blood right? She attempted to keep her tone neutral, but her fear betrayed her and the question hung in quiet sincerity. I do not want to see you die my friend, and if that means leaving me to the King I trust that you will do so. The men love you, it would be possible to find friends and passage far outside of the reach of the Cyron and Scalla. No matter my circumstance, it would bring me peace knowing you have a chance of happiness outside of the carnage we survived.