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As the steed went down and it tumbled to the ground on top of Justinia Adakias surged forward. With a few of the farm hands at the farmer taking aim again he stopped just behind the steed and extended out his hands. From nowhere a burst of wind shot forward, knocking back some of the farm hands, but it was mostly directed at the farmer, who tumbled over, the particular arrow he was about to let loose skittering away from him.

He wasn’t the strongest, but as the rest were occupied he attempted to get the flaming horse off of Justinia enough for her to get free. He held it up with obvious strain, then looking to to her. “Hurry get up!” He called.

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Adakias let out a small sound at being yanked down, but became quiet and stone faced at her words. He said nothing as she let go and turned to the fields again. His answer didn’t much change. He’d do his best, certainly. But if the need arose.

He kept his eyes on the farm house, only briefly looking back to the flames as the smell of the fire hit him finally and the smoke began to rise as it started to move and consume other parts of the fields. It wouldn’t be long now.

An alarm bell started to ring out from the barns and people started to come from the farm house. Numbers were hard to estimate, but Justinia had been assuming a dozen farm hands and the one farmer.

“Ready to see something really fucking cool?” she asked, a wide grin on her face. Suddenly, out of the ground erupted a spectral horse, with a name of fire and fangs for teeth. The halfling mounted her steed and spurred it onwards towards the crowd, aiming herself at the man in charge.

Adakias was on the verge of saying ‘what do you mean?’ He went wide eyed at the spectral horse appeared. He was awe struck a moment before shouting, “awesome!” as it went barreling towards the farm hands. 

He brought up the rear. Following after the flaming horse he looked to the farm hands. Running a bit closer he got within a few yards before pausing and lifting his hands. Concentrating a moment he looked to the group of workers. After a moment a black inky patch materialized before them. Some managed to stop in time but others weren’t so lucky.

Black tentacles sprung forward, ensnaring a good few farm hands in their grip. Some attempted to fight their way free, but Adakias made sure to keep his concentration to hold those he captured.

Serving Justice

could-have-gone-worse:

Adakias let out a small sound at being yanked down, but became quiet and stone faced at her words. He said nothing as she let go and turned to the fields again. His answer didn’t much change. He’d do his best, certainly. But if the need arose.

He kept his eyes on the farm house, only briefly looking back to the flames as the smell of the fire hit him finally and the smoke began to rise as it started to move and consume other parts of the fields. It wouldn’t be long now.

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bad-bet:

Adakias gestured to the spot in particular before nodding. “Alright,” he mumbled quietly ultimately scooting over to the place Arram had pointed. Getting himself as comfortable as he could be on the floor-using his bag as a pillow, unfurling a somewhat worn but fairly nice looking blanket-he curled up, back to the fire. 

As sleep was starting to creep in he managed to get out, in a tired tone, “if you want me to keep watch after you sleep just wake me.” And it wasn’t long after that before he did eventually drift off.

Arram sent a half-hearted thumbs up at the kid, though he was uncertain if Adakias saw it. Whether he was asleep or whether his hood covered his eyes, either way it didn’t really matter. Arram would keep watch until the sun came up, and the kid could get a chance to rest. 

Almost immediately it occurred to Arram that he could simply look under Adakias’ hood while he was sleeping and none the wiser. What was he hiding under there? Some deformity, like he said? Or was he a wanted criminal on the run? Arram had no place to judge either way. Throughout the night he struggled with the curiosity and with the knowledge he should respect the young man’s privacy.

Adakias was more keenly aware of himself being asleep then he usually was. Perhaps because he was waiting for something. Waiting for some sign from on high about his current predicament. But in true Pham fashion what he instead got was a feeling of uncertainty and a random image of a group of people that were had to make out or recognize. A real help all in all, not that Pham was usually crystal clear with him anyway.

None of it seemed directly pointed at Arram. As far as he could see. So maybe he could tell him. Hopefully. As morning approached Adakias groaned, shifting on the ground and giving a stretch. He glanced about after for Arram.

Serving Justice

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“Alright alright alright,” Adakias said as he tugged on his clothes and cloak. He equipped himself with a few daggers and flipped through his spells before deciding, ultimately, he was going to be as ready as he physically could be. 

Admittedly looking like he just woke up still he stepped out of his room and closed the door behind him. “Big things, I know.” He gave her a tired smile before nodding. “Let’s do this.”

Justinia grinned and started to move out of the inn, heading off towards the farm. The farm was on the outskirts of the town, crops full as the harvest had not yet hit the town. Unfortunately, there wouldn’t be a harvest at this farm.

“Okay. Cover me in a bit. I’m going to burn the fields, take out any farmhands coming. Non-lethally, if you can. We don’t know for sure that these people are directly involved in the trade,” she said and started to prepare for spellwork.

“I’ll do my best. If they get too physical with me though,” Adakias trailed off, figuring that was answer enough. He positioned himself to be facing away from Justinia and instead more towards the farm house itself. 

He was more shoot to kill as far as spell casting went but he had a few tricks to keep them at bay. He extended his hands to his sides, readying his spells in case he saw anyone coming.

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could-have-gone-worse:

“Alright alright alright,” Adakias said as he tugged on his clothes and cloak. He equipped himself with a few daggers and flipped through his spells before deciding, ultimately, he was going to be as ready as he physically could be. 

Admittedly looking like he just woke up still he stepped out of his room and closed the door behind him. “Big things, I know.” He gave her a tired smile before nodding. “Let’s do this.”

burntoobrightadakias:

“ Listen, if the Ancients haven’t found a way to fix it, I doubt any of us are going to, “ Cy sniffed, rolling her eyes. When she was asked where the libraries were, she sighed once more before motioning with a nod of her head towards the edge of town.

“ In the Ancient’s building thing - the headquarters. But strangers are definitely not allowed in there. Mm-mmm. “

“Here is the thing you should know about any sort of higher beings that can literally do anything, they most of the time do absolutely nothing because they could really give less of a shit.” Adakias’ tone was plain if not personally miffed at the mentions of the Ancients. He knew first hand how little a celestial power of beyond could care about people’s plights. 

He glanced in the direction she nodded before looking to her. “Oh. Well. Good thing you’re here then huh?” He grinned a bit towards her, crossing his arms. “Since you’re willing to do anything to protect your home you’d certainly want to do anything to make it better, right? So you’ll vouch for me, right?” 

burntoobrightadakias:

“ Both of those would be in the Ancient’s libraries. There might be a history book in the Area, but… “ Cy shrugged, with a frown, “ I don’t know about that. I don’t know about any of that. I mean… we don’t really talk about history all that much. “ It didn’t really matter in the long scale of things. It didn’t make it easier to survive in the day to day aspects. It didn’t help when someone had a knife to your rib cages.

“Perhaps you should. History can be useless for the future. What if you’re being punished for something that was someone else’s years ago? Something that can be dealt with instead of just excepting it.” Adakias frowned a bit, crossing his arms. If he could help this place then he’d do it, and that seemed like a good place to start. “Where is the Ancient’s libraries?”

Serving Justice

could-have-gone-worse:

Adakias had gotten his room, got ready for bed, and let himself be consumed by numerous dreams. Some crystal clear some vague and foggy. He felt the presence of his angel in some of them, but it was hard to tell what he wanted. There was an air of warning, of caution, but he couldn’t delve in any deeper and before he knew it a loud knocking and an equally loud voice had him snapping awake.

“AHWHATI-OKAY,” Adakias scrambled up, practically tumbling out of bed before he was heading towards the door and tossing it open. Still half asleep he attempted to flatten down his bed head, clearing his throat. “Give me a few minutes to get ready.” He said turning back into the room to get dressed.