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Alleria Kurra

"I must run this message. Run. Through the forest. Run. Quieter than a serpent. Run. Speedier than the fastest horse. Run. I must deliver this message. Run. They are in danger. Run."

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a character in “Alaganda”, as played by Lacare

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Alleria Ahna Kurra

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: - Alleria
Alias/Nicknames: - Alla
Gender: - Female
Nationality: - Syrinian
Birth Date: - August 15th
Age: - 12
Descendent(of): - Unknown
Current Residence: - Town outside KC
Job/Profession: - Town Messenger
Title: - Villager
Political Stance: - KC and Syrinia
Personal Alignment: - Lawful

APPEARANCE
Height: - 5'2"
Weight: - 112 pounds
Build: - Thin with well-developed leg muscles from running between towns as a messenger.
Eye Color: - Stone blue
Hair Color: - Light brown with blonde highlights
Handedness: - Right
Skin Shade/Color: - Honey tan
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Various scars on her lower legs from running through brambles. Phoenix-shaped birthmark around her bellybutton.
Description: - Innocent and naive look, but also a little sexy for a 12-year-old. Slightly too-big t-shirts with light blue jean shorts and a ragged pair of tennis shoes. Straw hat.

MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Unknown
Relationship/Marital status: - Single
Family/relatives: - None
State of Mind: - Typical
Friends/Allies: - na
Education: - 5th grade
Likes: - Horses, country, running.
Dislikes: - City. KC's view on women.
Hobbies: - Listening in on local gossip and rumors.
Personality: - Seemingly innocent and naive, but has a knack for knowing everything about everyone in surrounding towns as well as her own. She's willing to do anything in order to deliver the information for those other towns which she was given. Sometimes acts far more sexual than a normal twelve-year-old should act
Habits/Quirks - Never delivers messages without her hat and never makes direct eye contact when delivering negative messages, such as someone's family member dying or the like.
Debilitating Fears (If any) - Being taken as either a slave or captive to the rogues.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Small knife used for cleaning small game and fish or used for protection.
Accessories: – Straw hat. Friendship bracelets on her wrists made by people who she's delivered important messages to.
Miscellaneous: – na

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Avoiding it or poison.
Hand-to-Hand: – Her knife.
Weapons Style: – na

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – Single
Family: – Unknown besides her "family" at the orphanage to which she belonged. They were all killed in a raid by a rogue group when she was 10.
Known Languages: – Syrinian English and Syrinian Spanish.
Proficiency: – Knowing the gossip and rumors as well as figuring out what of that information is true and false.
Personal History/Background: - Being placed on the doorstep of a nursing home with only a first name, Alleria was given a middle and the standard Kurra last name of the orphanage. She was quite close with the other children and the caretakers, but was never able to make one best friend because children were placed too quickly. For whatever reason, no one ever came to take her. So, she stayed in the small orphanage in KC with the caretakers long after the actual orphanage closed down. When she was ten, the other three unclaimed children and the caretakers were killed in a money and food raid of the orphanage, but Alleria had been on the roof at the time of the incident and hadn't even known there had been any danger until she went down later and found them dead. She immediately fled KC with only her knife and a straw hat which had been a gift to her from the child she had been closest to as a six-year-old. Traveling for a while, she finally found a little town which was accepting of her and even gave her a job after noticing how swift and sneaky of a runner she was. Sometimes they give her a horse to ride, for the longer travels, but, most often, she runs on her own, having to find food and survive on her own between villages.
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - na

ANY OTHER INFORMATION: Despises rogues and urges towns to push even innocent traveling rogues away. She could never forgive any rogues for killing what little family she had even though she is uncertain as to whether it was actually a group of rogues or not. For all she really knows, it could have been her own government wanting to kill them all.

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Alleria Kurra's Story

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Location: Alleria's home in her hometown somewhere near KC in Syrinia

Alleria awakens to the sound of chirping birds and the heat against her neck and soaking through her clothes to warm her skin. Beginning her morning stretch, she reaches her hands high above her head and clenches them shut while closing her eyes to yawn and push her feet as far out as they would go. Once her yawn and stretch is over, she draws her feet underneath her and sits crisscross-applesauce style for a moment while she allows herself to wake up.

Alleria hadn't ever really been a morning person to begin with, her eyes being that starlight blue color can even defend such a statement as her being born for the night, but all of her night running lately has made it even more difficult for her to wake up in a timely fashion in the mornings. Pulling in a deep breath of air, she stands up and stretches once more to release the tension left in her muscles before exiting the little house which she called her home and starting down the muddy dirt road with a random cat appearing by her side. "You again..." She mutters, rolling her eyes a little as she notices the cat continuing to follow her. "Why do you keep following me all the time? I don't ever have food for myself, let alone you. Damn cat." She grumbles, rubbing her face with her right hand as it purrs out its disapproval of her hatred towards it. Smiling a little, she picks up the furry critter and snuggles it close to her body, listening to its now content purring. "At least you're cute." She giggles before abruptly dropping it and running down the road into the little town.

Even when the town was at its maximum, the orphanage lady had told her, there had never been any more than about "half a thousand." Alleria still hears the woman's voice every time she runs past the orphanage to get to the post office in town. Besides that and more importantly, she could hear the encouragement which every child who left had provided for her. "You'll be picked next time. I know you will, but if you don't, that's okay too because you're the best." Some would say when she was really little. When she was eight, one little boy, who had been friends with her for three years, was adopted and she can still hear him saying, "The toddlers love you. Everyone loves you. You know that, right? Never forget that... and..."

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Location: Post office in Alleria's hometown somewhere near KC in Syrinia

Zoning back into her thoughts, Alleria makes her way into the post office, not even realizing, yet again, that she had made it here. "Got anything for me to run tonight?" She asks diligently, wandering to where a young man sits in the back of the room. He hands her a bagful of letters and a few trinkets or items of interest.

"Make sure you get all of these out there... Try not to be gone too long, okay? The last run you were out for nearly three weeks. The war is over, you don't have to be so cautious." The man stated, shaking his head. However, Alleria could never agree with such a statement, so she tightened her hand around the bag and allowed her eyes to darken slightly and glare at him.

"You may not see the dangers out there because you're in here, but I-"

"Listen, I know how it is out there. I've seen incidents like what happened the orphanage many times, but not everyone is like that. I want you back within a week, so drop your guard a little and start actually getting your ass through towns in daylight." He interrupts her with his firm demands, watching her look away from him and over at a crack in the wall. "Here, this is your map and itinerary." Sharply looking back to him, she looks as if she's about to either cry or protest, but instead she only angrily takes the notes and stomps out to find a suitable horse to ride. She normally avoids taking one of them because they're loud and obnoxious, but she thinks, in this situation, one will be necessary.

Although this system of communication was developed early on in the war during the extended blackouts which would last up to three weeks in smaller towns and the country, it was perfected midway through the war with the use of an itinerary schedule and map, delivered to the leaders of the towns during previous mail deliveries, which determined which locations would be hit at what point in time. This maximized efficiency of getting news where it needed to be sent. Another interesting discovery made about the same time was that young girls are the best at getting important documents or information into the proper hands and are also least likely to be bribed or blackmailed. However, they are also in the most danger due to their youth and naivety, but, so far, Alleria has somehow managed to keep herself out of danger and getting the news delivered.

Flopping down on the grass just outside of the post office where a little park once stood, Alleria glances at the itinerary to determine how she should order the mail. She then dumps all of it out and organizes it by city, then placing the ordered mail back into bag with the first stop on the top and the last stop on the bottom. "Gah! He forgot to give me an extra bag for incoming mail again, God dammit." She swears, closing the bag back up and throwing it over her shoulder before making her way to a nearby farm.

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Location: Mrs. Ella and Mr. Jarod's home in Alleria's hometown somewhere near KC in Syrinia

Although Alleria loves horses, she just simply cannot stand having them along for longer runs because they normally get her in more trouble than not. "I need a potato sack and a horse." She mutters as she pushes through the door with the rusty door hinges and into the old farmhouse. She hasn't ever really had to knock first because this family had always been close with the orphanage and often donated cheese and milk made from their own cows. Although, they no longer have cows.

"You okay? You seem a little roughened up." The elderly man smiles as he pours Alleria a cup of coffee and grabs a potato sack from under the sink. "Must be under a lot of stress if you need a horse, eh?" He asks, taking the cup and sack over to her, placing the first on the table and the other on the floor by her feet. "Ya know, there's a really nice mare that I came in the other day from some farm down in New Mexico or Texas or somethin'. I think you'll like her." He chuckles and gives her one of those radiant smiles which force everyone else in the room to smile as well.

With a smile now on her face and a little bit of coffee in her tummy, she feels much brighter again about the future and the journey which she has to take. "At least it's only a few towns in the area, so I'll be back with her in a week." She grins, glancing over at the elderly woman across the table knitting away with some material she had stocked up in her youth on accident. Now it is a rather useful thing to have. "Do you think, Mrs. Ella, that you could make me another pair of socks, please? Mine are almost all worn through and everyone knows you have the best work in all of Syrinia! If you're too busy, I entirely understand, I just need them by September, but-"

"Oh, sweetie... Alla, you know you're always first on the list. They'll be ready when you get back." Mrs. Ella gently presses her lips corners up until a few dimples show through her wrinkles formed by time. Alleria smiles back at her and nods her head in appreciation and gratefulness. Mrs. Ella and Mr. Jarod are always busy. For instance, Mrs. Ella sells her items of woolen clothing all across Syrinia in return for other items such as coffee or different cuts of meat. Meanwhile, her husband, Mr. Jarod, barters homemade wood furniture for other expensive items.

"You got some time to go riding today?" Mr. Jarod asks her, taking her now empty cup of coffee, noticing how quickly she had slurped it all down. Alleria shakes her head no and stands up. He worries for her, living alone in that house a mile or so away. He knows she's alone and he doesn't particularly like it, neither does Mrs. Ella. At one point in their lives they had almost adopted her even, so she wouldn't always be watching her friends leave her, but they couldn't because they were too elderly even then. They didn't want her to have to watch them die and lose all she had only to go back to an orphanage. She was lucky she showed up on the doorstep of the one in their little town because they normally couldn't take more children in because it was always full.

Looking out the window, her eyes brighten and she takes in a deep breath of air and lets it out again. "Not today, but I will as soon as I get back from the trip. I think I'll try out that new mare, though, I wanna see if she's any good before I pick one and get going. My itinerary puts me at the first town tonight, so I hope she's fast." Alleria grins, grabbing up the empty potato sack for incoming mail, the filled mail pouch, and the few trinkets which she proceeds to stuff into the mail pouch in hopes that they will be easier to carry that way.

Mr. Jarod chuckles at her remark about the horse and points through the window out to the barn. "Yeah, she's out there and she came with a pretty nice saddle and bridle and bit... don't dirty any of it up too much, okay? I think you'll be able to tell what's hers since you've been here enough. Oh, and before you go..." He walks over to her and gives her a huge hug while Mrs. Ella stands up and walks over as well, also giving her a hug. "Hugs mean the world and I know you don't get enough of 'em. Be a good girl, travel safe, and make it back safe and sound, okay?" He smiles before letting her go and placing his left arm around his wife's hip and waving to Alleria goodbye.

Tipping her straw hat forward a little with her left hand while slightly bowing, Alleria plods off to the barn with the bags tightly held against her shoulder by her right hand. Walking into the barn, she is easily able to tell which mare is the new one. "Wow..." She gapes, looking over the magnificent pitch black thoroughbred mare. The mare stands quietly in her stall, even though it is noticeable that she must be frustrated from not yet going out into the field. The other horses all continue to whinny and paw at their stall doors to be allowed out, but she simply stands there watching her. "I think he's right... you might be worth my time." Alleria smirks before making her way over to the shed attachment with all of the supplies and tack. She immediately starts to laugh when she sees the tack meant for the horse. "Black on black... Damn, this filly is meant for night racing. Well, hopefully she moves like her breed suggests she should."

After tacking up the mare and securely tying the bags to the saddle for travel, Alleria jumps up and lightly kicks her to get her to walk out of the barn. Once they're outside, she kicks again in the same fashion a few more times to get her up to a canter. Then they're off to their first nearby town. With any luck, her trip won't take too long. "Gotta be there by tonight, they're expecting us there by tonight." She giggles softly to the mare who pounds her hooves through the mud on the road to race to the next town.

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Location: Town somewhere near KC in Syrinia

Exhausted and out of steam, Alleria and the horse, who she determined should be named Racefire, reach the edge of the town and, with people now following them into town, slow to a trot, then a walk when finally hitting more solid cement and asphalt roads of the town. "Get your mail! Everyone get your mail! I am Alleria Kurra from Lansing, come an get your mail! Drop off any mail you have for the town of Lansing right there in the-"

"Hello, miss, I made you something." A young lady interrupts Alleria's announcement in order to hand her a scarf. "I think you'll like it for winter. Thank you for bringing the mail today. I have family in Lansing and they always mention you in their letters. You're a wonderful girl and I just wanted a way to give back to Lansing and, especially, to you. Also, I have some food for you at my home if you'd like to stop by for dinner and to take some with you for your journey." Alleria grinned and jumped down from Racefire, giving her a big hug. "I'd love to! Thank you so much for the gift and the kind offer." A few moments later, a small family of four walks up to her with a similar offer as well as a place for her to lay her head down for the night. She is sadly unable to accept the offer due to already accepting the other woman's offer of a place to have dinner.

"I will also be unable to accept your offer of sleep due to my policy of not endangering towns for which I am delivering mail. You see, we are a danger while we carry this mail. Anyone, dangerous rogues included, may want into it for some reason or another. I sincerely wish I could accept your offer, but just, I can't." She sighs and looks at their children's sad faces. "I think, next time I'm out here, though, I'll make a point of it to stop in for dinner." Then, after giving both of the children a hug again and securely fastening everything new to the saddle, she trots off to the lady's home for dinner.

~~
Location: Shack between towns somewhere near KC in Syrinia

After dinner with the lady, Alleria jumps back onto Racefire and they make their way out of town once again. "We'll travel for a few hours and then we'll stop to sleep..." She sighs. Her itinerary doesn't take into account someone inviting her over to dinner. It only takes into account travel time and a few hours of sleep every night, three hours to be exact. "You know, it's less lonely when I'm traveling with you than with just myself or even another horse. It's odd, though, because you're quieter. I haven't heard you whinny or nicker once, yet you're more friendly and less annoying. Normally this is about the time I get really lonely on the roads because it's a few hours past dark already and it just gets lonely. Judging by time, it must be about midnight, really, but it's hard to tell since the moon is hidden by some clouds..." Hoping it doesn't begin to rain, Alleria pushes Racefire so they might be able to make it to the location she is thinking of. It is only a small shack, but it will be able to house them both for the night and will keep them, for the most part, dry in case it rains.

Luckily, they make it, but only just in time before the thunder and lightning act as a trigger to the downpouring rain which follows shortly after. "Well, we're stuck in here tonight." She murmurs tiredly as she pulls the tack off the mare and puts it in a corner. "Sleep well, mare." She mentions softly before lying on the only piece of furniture in the shack; a small bed. Now, they can only wait for morning and sunlight and hope for nightmares to not start before then.

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Braylen had recently struck on hard times, hard times being that he was still being followed around by a girl named Eve, as well as having to travel around KC to get info for Aevum. Why couldn't somebody else do the info grabbing missions? His role was espionage and thievery; how did he get saddled with a grunt's job? These were the thoughts that passed through his brain before the aforementioned girl jumped on to his shoulders with a gleeful "Wheeeeeee~!" that covered up Braylen's own heavy sigh as they trotted along down the path. "One day you'll learn how to walk for more than five minutes at a time, I swear... even if I have to buy you training wheels!" He stated grumpily, his complaints met with a gleeful smile and the girl twisting herself around to his front "Never~! You're far too much fun to hang off of, even with training wheels!" She giggled.

How could things get more annoying. A flash of light and the clap of thunder answered that swiftly, the rain pouring down upon them. "Oh... that's how." He muttered in defeat, Eve pulling him downwards so he was stuck doubled over as he walked, his body and cloak shielding her from the rain, aside from her legs which were wrapped tightly around his waist "You know I could loan you my cloak and you could walk...just a suggestion" He said with a kind but utterly fake smile, which was met with a raspberry that wet his face before she clung tighter to him.

He sighed once more, and, eventually, after a time, stumbling through the mud and eventually receiving a gift of the common cold that left him sneezing every two minutes, he noticed a small shack and began heading towards it. It was some time later that he arrived. Covered in splashes of mud and soaking wet with a teenage girl clinging to his mid-riff, he looked quite overbearing, however this was diminished as the girl let go and kissed him on the cheek... right before he fell over and groaned, rolling on to his side as Eve jumped down next to him.

The pair barely noticed the horse and the girl, instead focusing on getting some sleep before the long road ahead, one piece of conversation was made, however, at the very least, with an annoyed sigh from Braylen. "Hey~! Lovely shack you have, mind if we steal it for awhile? We're doing some scouting and junk and Thorny here is all tuckered out~" She sang to the other two in the shack, Braylen, more properly known as Thorn or Thorny from Eve, rolled over with a groan and a sigh and threw his coat across the shack to land somewhere it could dry. He would not talk unless someone addressed him.

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Hearing voices and motions outside, Alleria jumped out of her sleep and up into a standing position within the same moment. When it came down to it, she was quite capable of waking up quickly, it just wasn't about to happen often. Glancing over at her new mare, she pushed herself into the back corner by all the mail and tack. It was her job to defend it, and die to keep it defended. Hoping they would just continue onward and entirely ignore her shack in the first place, she kept quiet and attempted to keep the horse calm and quiet as well. "Shh, don't..." She whispered as the horse started to nicker and throw her head a little against Alleria's hands that were attempting to hold her steady. "Just don't move..." She begged, barely making any sounds at all while stroking the mare's neck in attempt to calm her.

Hearing the rickety old door open and seeing two shadowy figures make their way into the room forced the small twelve year-old girl to pull out her knife in hopes of defending herself and the mail from them. Thinking back, she might be fortunate to not have any extremely important documents, but the time restraints... They're too close together for the papers to not be important... When I was glancing through, a lot of them were for the town leaders. What if something import... shit. She cursed to herself silently as she cut off her own thought, realizing how much she had screwed up this time. She had only just heard something while in town the other day about there being some important meeting in KC with all the leaders of the nearby villages. Furthermore, it was rumored that LA and SanFran were sending people to KC weeks ago. Could that still be true? Was that what all of this was about? Suddenly panicking, Alleria pulled herself away from the mare and pushed herself up against the bag of mail, not speaking any words at all to the two people who walked in until after they had already spoken.

"Actually, I-I do mind." Alleria stated as calmly as she could, her voice still managing to stumble on itself. "Please... find somewhere else. This is my space. I have known about this spot for years and I can't have you here... please, leave." She continued aggressively, holding tighter to the only weapon she had on her. If only Mrs. Ella's fantasy of a "cell phone" existed now. I could really use it right now to call for backup, or a car to get someone here. That would be nice too... She thought momentarily, trying to figure out what to do. Would they hurt her? Was her mail that valuable? Being unable to see them in the dark was to her disadvantage because she was incapable of telling what sort of people she was up against and what sort of weapons they had. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to contain her concerns and freeze her hand still, raising the knife up higher into the air so her arm was level with her shoulder. "Don't come near me. I'm heavily armed." She finished, banking on the fact they wouldn't be able to see her either.

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Braylen groaned again and stood up, heading over to the girl in the corner and raising a contraption on his wrist up to her, flicking his wrist in a strange manner with a finger pressed on a small metal pad on his palm. After the action a small flame sparked and leaped forward from his wrist and lit up the room, the girl and her knife exposed before the man turned and settled back down where he had been laying. "Bullshit, I'm more dangerous than you butt naked and running through mud." He spat as he shifted to be more comfortable.

"We're staying here and there isn't anything you can do about it, besides if a bandit came in here you'd be gone without me." He stated, kicking off his shoes and socks across the shack to sit next to his cloak. The girl beside him pouted and looked between him and the other girl with the knife "What he means is he'll protect you in exchange for letting us stay here and we reeeeaaaallly need to rest~. So Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaa..." The girl continued for an obscene amount of time, longer than one should be able to go without breathing "...se~...we'll be quiet and we have extra food~" She eventually finished, on her knee's in front of the other girl with her big beady eyes shining through the darkness as she begged, her lip quivering. Braylen grunted and grabbed her around the waist as he rolled over, rolling back with her and wrapping his hands around her mouth and waist.

"I'll take care of the quiet bit, foods in th-...Stop licking my hand! I'll let go of your mouth once you start dozing off so stop being such a baby!" Braylen complained, hugging her tighter to his body until she eventually calmed down and almost instantly passed out in his arms. The presence of others nudging into his mind, he released her and edged backwards, only to have the little girl turn around and clamber on to his chest with clinging hands that left him sighing again. "She's a good girl....just a bit exciteable. Let us stay here and I swear you won't regret it...we're just checking out the area and various towns for friends, so if you could help us with that so I can take her home I'd owe you a hell of a lot, and I have a lot to give..give us a chance." He asked quietly, almost begging as he allowed himself to be pulled closer to Eve, he wouldn't drift off to sleep within any sort of danger, even if it was just a little girl with a knife.

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As the man came closer to Alleria, her hand shook ever so slightly as her foot scuffled backwards slightly, as if it was going to run before she had even told it to. When the light sparked and flickered around them, she felt her hand drop back to her side, the knife still tightly clutched in it in case she may need it momentarily. "Please just go," She whispered, turning her head to face him. "i-it's not safe here anyways..." She allowed her words to drift off into nothingness as the light dimmed slightly, but held more steady. When the other girl looked between the two of them, she caught her eyes, listening to her complaints about needing rest. "I won't be getting any sleep either..." She muttered to herself, wishing it weren't raining so hard. She couldn't allow the rain to intrude on the letters and paper within the mail pouch, so she couldn't leave.

"I don't need extra food and you're still not welcome here." Alleria mentioned, stronger now that she could see the little girl would never allow the man to harm her. However, she listened to his plea for shelter, becoming more alert when he mentioned being a traveler. Her eyes widened at the thought of what he could be and she pressed her body against Racefire in attempt to shelter herself from even his eyes. "Why are you really here? Rogues aren't liked in these parts... and I'll die before I allow you to come near me!" She shouted out, lifting her eyes from the floor which she had glanced upon, nearly in defeat, a second ago. However, she also realized how unlikely it was for him to have seen the mail in the corner due to the shadows. He's just asking for one night here... besides, the rain is bound to stop within the next hour. I can run then. She reminded herself, still glaring him down.

Alleria pulled her mare closer to the corner in which her mail was hiding, and sat down right by it in the shadows, wondering how she would be able to defend it. However, she also worried about the letters she had left to deliver, only just seeing the post office man's sternness as a possible hint as to what she carried. What if I'm carrying top secret papers for Syrinia? It's unlikely that it is on such a big scale, but it's not unknown that messages will travel through the countryside rather than be sent straight between the larger cities. I'm just a young girl, why would they send me with it? She further wondered, tucking her legs up against her and resting her arms on them, glancing at the knife now loosely held within her hands.

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Braylen barely listened to the girl, instead running a dozen scenarios through his mind. If she attempted to stab him, he'd grab her arm and twist the blade out of her hands through her wrist movements, if she tried to trod him down with the horse he'd spook it with fire and knock her off. If they managed to get a nights rest without any kind of interference, he'd begin believing in god again. It was with a heavy sigh he rolled over with Eve on top of him to answer her once more.

"We are here for the reasons I stated, whoever said we were rogues? We're traveling for friends to make sure its safe for them and their families, we're more seasoned in travel and danger, we haven't had it easy. So we're taking the lead to make sure peoples children and parents are safe, is that a problem with you?" He scoffed, rolling over again. It wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't entirely true either, he had perfected the innocent traveler and nice guy act a thousand times. If she didn't believe him, she could prove to be quite interesting indeed, if she did the fact that she was trying so desperately to hide a bag and her ownership of such a great horse and valuable resource, would make her just as interesting. However he had no interest in dealing with such a thing at this time, he was here to scout and nothing more.

If Aevum wanted anything else from him, they could shove their orders up their asses and let him have a proper shower for once. He'd barely seen his sparkly new quarters lately thanks to the government movements, Eve was even getting restless and she was a 24/7 lit bomb of excitement. They'd take a detour to their swamp home on the way back, just to revitalize and go back to a time where things were good, and normal, a time they were both happier...if only they hadn't been invaded and lost their food...if only..He rolled over again and grunted, wrapping his arms tightly around Eve and pulling her closer.

"One night...then we'll be far away from here and you'll never have to see us, or our families again. Whether its because we left or because we got killed doesn't matter to you, we just need rest.." He almost begged, not turning back to look at her this time. Perhaps for once, they would be able to dream of home in peace.

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"People don't travel here. There isn't a need for travel when we can make our own food... So, the very fact that you are a traveler makes you a rogue." She growled to him, holding tighter to her knife again. The next town I get to, if I live through this, I will be getting a better weapon. She told herself, but decided to keep thinking about that to calm herself down. An angry person never fights well. "Where are they coming from and why haven't I heard anything about it?" She wonders aloud, determining it best to ignore her previous statement and give him at least some credit. He could be truthful because there are people in other parts who travel more, but that's often rare.

She sighed at his request, knowing she didn't have the time for this. The rain began to let up, but only ever so slightly and not enough to allow the ground to desaturate. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to travel until morning on the dirt roads. "Damn horse." She murmured, drooping her head in exhaustion even through the adrenaline. "I could travel if it weren't for having to bring you, Racefire." She mentioned as she pulled her head up again to look at the mare's head. The mare didn't even nicker in response, only looked down on her. "One night." She says loudly over at the man, continuously reminding herself to get a better weapon and that the rain may let up entirely at any minute. That doesn't even matter. She lets out a small groan at her thought.

There is nothing she can do besides sit there with her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms laid over them grasping at her tiny knife. Next time, I will have a better weapon. That's all I can look forward to... She sighs, accidentally closing her eyes and beginning to drift into sleep, but she is quickly able to wake herself up, jumping up from her position on the ground due to the immediate vision of that night in the orphanage. "I can't..." She began muttering, stopping within the sentence and peering through the dim light at the travelers. "I don't believe anything you say. You can be from KC on Syrinia business for all I care and I will consider you liars and traitors and rogues even if you weren't. I will never trust you." She nearly shouted in finality, angrily glaring over at him then, wondering when the rain would let up and the ground would harden again.

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Although Alleria's angered voice was likely not the reason for the interruption in their conversation, her tone was certainly not about to help any of them in the matter of the soldiers appearing in the gloomy doorway of their depressed shack in which they hid from the rain pouring out of the heavens. "What is going on in here?" A man's gruff voice called into the shack as a clinking sound was heard as he shifted his gun upward into a firing position. By the other dark blobs becoming visible in the doorway, it was likely a group of five soldiers. "We saw the light while traveling to a nearby town, and, although we first ignored it, found it odd to be out here. As we drew closer, we could hear you arguing. Who are you people and what is your business not being within a town's boundaries at this hour?" He growled while the other four soldiers slid into the shack and closed the door behind themselves to block the exit. They then quickly moved to the two holes in the walls which had once served as windows.

Becoming frightened, but knowing them to be soldiers from Syrinia and therefore she herself under their protection, Alleria dropped her knife, as was standard process to show allegiance, onto the floor and glued herself to her mail pouch. However, this didn't mean she was about to explain what had occurred, and, as such, had absolutely no intent on explaining her own reason for being here. Furthermore, she was worried they may mistake her for an older girl and try to kidnap her for KC's sake. As it was, KC had the highest birthrate and they were determined to keep it as such, meaning they would force pregnancy upon girls as young as fourteen if it were to help Syrinia. Her only hope was that the light would be dim enough to hide her height and look.

With one soldier at each window and the door, the first, and presumably head, soldier and another of his group were free to dispose of Alleria and Thorn's weapons. However, before they were able to do so, Alleria's suspicions were confirmed as the man who was blocking the window nearest her peered down at her, finally kneeling to her level. He took the knife from the ground and grasped at her arm, pulling her over to him. Yelping slightly, Alleria was dragged over to him as he "simply" checked her for remaining weapons. However, she knew that wasn't what he was checking at all, but as she attempted to squirm away, his grip on her wrist only became tighter before he lifted her up and stood himself. "I think she's a runner." The man stated, glaring down at her as she froze, hearing his words too clearly.

Nodding to the other soldier, who was not blocking an exit, to continue checking the other two for weapons and to confiscate them immediately, the lead soldier grabbed her other arm and looked into her panicked eyes as she began to shake her head. "Well?" He asked her, leaning in and gently poking her stomach. "Why are you running?"

Alleria continued to shake her head in disbelief. How can they call me a runner? I would never do that! I wouldn't. However, she began to question her own statement as she realized her diswant of ever being impregnated. She realized she would run, and, with this realization, how could she tell them she's not a runner? After a moment of silence, she stops shaking her head and looks down to the floor. "I'm twelve." She states coldly, seeing her knife in her first captor's free hand. However, she understands how silly of an attempt it would be to defend herself when each of these men have military-grade rifles. Besides, even if she was able to get her knife back and kill two of the soldiers, the other two would kill her, and what would her life be worth at that point? They would only report this to the city of KC and the Lec city which she so despised... maybe her friends would be killed if they were to find out where she is from. She couldn't have that. "Please don't hurt me..." She whispers, her voice cracking and shaking now. "I'm only twelve. I promise. I'm only twel-" Her words are cut off by a sharp slap in the face by the back of the lead soldier's free hand. Falling silent, she said nothing else, knowing that she had already lost since they would not listen to her.

"You will tell us your real age, or are you a whore? Some girls your age find they can't get pregnant, but they never come to KC so they can get help with that. Instead they run. Are you a whore and a runner?" He growls, hitting her again and waving the man who had originally focused his attention on her to watch the other two. "Those two are helping you run. You know that is a felony of the highest degree in KC and in the surrounding towns and villages of KC, correct? So, why would you do that?" He asks her, pulling her close to him and looking into her fearful eyes. How could this happen? She inwardly cries out, begging for the morning before, begging for the evening before all of this. She had been safe then with her only worry being that of getting the letters to the surrounding villages. Nothing that difficult, really. She glanced behind the soldier holding her to the man, the girl, who may possibly be her own age, but lucky her she at least looks very young, and the soldiers pointing their rifles at their heads with threatening grimaces as if to say, "We will blow your head off if you breathe wrong."

Not saying anything at all, Alleria focuses her eyes back on the lead soldier as he pulls out rope from his pocket. "Normally, we use this to keep doors shut that won't stay closed, guess we'll be using it now." He smirks, tying her to one of the posts which look as if they are structural beams. After she is tied, she pulls her legs up to her body and tries to see what is happening behind her. By what she can tell, they are still holding guns up to their heads, having become too distracted by what was happening with her to actually confiscate their weapons. At least they'll hate me as much as I hate them now. She thought to herself with a sigh as the lead soldier left her to tie them up with rope as well, in order to keep her accomplices from fleeing punishment.

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Braylen was awakened from his half-sleep state by a group of soldiers bursting in and causing a ruckus, words like whore, and pregnancy were thrown around and all he tried to do was sleep. The girl Eve was laying in his arms comfortably even as guns were aimed at their heads and they came at them with ropes, the other girl seemed to have been injured and this resulted in a scowl from Braylen himself, he had promised to protect her after all. He brushed the gun out of the way confidently and stood, glaring down the soldiers and straightening his back, leaving Eve to snore in the corner.

"The Light was generated by I, now listen up low-ranking plebeians! I am Eldra of the scouting and infiltration unit, I am returning from various reconnaissance missions across Syrinia inside rebel bases and investigating small towns believed to have harbored or co-operated with renegade scum. I have been travelling for several months and relaying information through various middle-men and have only just returned, I took shelter here during the rain to continue my guise in case of followers and I would like to KEEP that guise until I arrive safely in front of the nearest high commanding officer. One whom I have not had the pleasure of meeting as of yet due to having to rely on messenger middle-men." He said commandingly, disgust twisting into his face as he mentioned the middle-men,he continued by puffing out his chest and taking a step towards the soldiers with an angry grimace plastered to his features, batting away another rifle and pointing to his dirtied cloak in the corner.

"You may choose to believe or disbelieve me at your leisure, you may check my cloak and find I am equipped far beyond any rouge, civilian or even a common soldier could manage, know if you harm a hair on my or my companions heads. You risk my words being truth, I am due back tomorrow evening and if I do not arrive the scouting parties and on duty soldiers will be the first to be investigated, and if they even SMELL a drop of falsehood in your words, you will pay the heaviest of prices." He paused once more to make sure the information was sinking in, that his heavily perfected ruse was taking effect on the cattle of this land.

"I hold vital classified information, and those who will investigate my disappearance are of the same unit as I, we specialize in gathering information....by ANY means necessary. Am I making myself clear Plebeians? I speak the truth, now be gone with you and act as if you have just conducted a routine check, I must not have my cover blown. If Syrinia is deprived of this vital information it shall be on your heads! I do not require escortation, and if you speak of this event or my existence to ANY of your commanding officers or fellow soldiers I will personally see you reprimanded and charged with treason." He roared, flinging his wrist towards the door in an authoritative and angry sign, clicking his wrist-lighter in the process and setting flames jetting upwards

"This is all for only the highest ranking of Syrinian military and the fact I have had to expose myself to you in such a manner is pathetic. You're lucky I pay heed to the lives of a common soldier, think yourself lucky that I did not have to scorch or harm your equipment or worse you to keep up the ruse you so foolishly risked! The girl you are holding is a common mail girl in my employ as part of my guise, the other is part of my own unit, she is physically weaker and so requires much rest from our journey. Dare to harm the mail girl again and you shall find yourself on the wrong end of the highest authority you will ever know in your grunt life, now do as I say, and march!" He finishes with a growl, confidently standing there with his finger pointed at the door, nostrils flaring as Eve groans and rolls in the background.

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The men, forced to or willingly so, lowered their weapons and listened to his words. Although they may have every right to hang onto his words like sick children hang onto their keeper, they were not about to let him break KC laws, even if that meant they were going up against a man from DC in the process. The leader of the small unit of soldiers took a step toward the man after lowering his gun, and bowed ever so slightly, commenting, "Although I appreciate all that you are doing for the great land of Syrinia, you must then also understand that as cities we govern our own people with our own laws. You and that girl are free to go, however, she is not." He points a gloved finger back to Alleria and she squirms a little, hearing his voice and knowing she may not have a way out of it even after the traveler's incredible speech.

Even though it was a valiant effort and incredible he did it for her, she was certain he could have lied to her as easily as he had lied to them. Alleria could hear the leader's gruff voice again as he responds with a shake of his head, "You and the younger girl may go, but you are under my jurisdiction by being within the boundaries of KC. Therefore, I must at least be taking this girl. We hold impregnation above all else and if she has avoided becoming impregnated, and by such an age, then it is by law that I take her under the jurisdiction of KC until further notice. This is the only way in which we are able to..." He paused with a grimace on his face as he looked to one of his men and nodded in Alleria's direction. The soldier then quickly untied her from the post and began to lead her outside to the horses. "Avoid taxation." He growls, glaring the man in front of him down. "It's something those of you from DC never seem to understand."

The other three soldiers marched out behind the first, waiting for their leader to leave the shack and continue on their way as well. "If you want her so badly and are determined to protect her, then you'll have to follow our laws and come to KC. It's not up to us at that point." He adds on with a tilt of his head as he glances over at the man, knowing that, although he may be of a higher rank, he must still follow the city laws because those are king when under its jurisdiction. "Besides, good sir, you wouldn't want to ruin your official standing by protecting a simple girl, would you?" He asked with a slight smirk, a dark eye, and a chuckle.

Alleria hadn't really had the moment to think about what he had said until after they had put her up on one of their horses. She wanted to yell at them to bring and allow her to ride her own horse, but there was a new protocol in the area which didn't allow for a prisoner to ride on their own, confiscated horse due to someone having a "homing pony" which took off as soon as was jumped upon and went straight back to their home.

As a side note, these trained horses became nuisances to the law enforcement of Syrinia and especially to KC, but, although most had been confiscated and murdered entirely, they also became advantageous to those within the military. Most of their horses, though not as well trained as the homing ponies, still ran back to the stable which they had been trained to return to. Due to this, Alleria would just have to deal with one of their typically obnoxious horses and hope for it to not get too antsy as it continued to wait.

After a little while sitting up there, one of the men finally spoke to her, "Don't worry about your mail, girly, we'll have a proper mail girl," known to her as a girl in early stages of pregnancy or younger, or at least younger-looking as the case was, "deliver it for you. We'll even have her take your horsey." He smirks and touches her hand gently as if his words had not angered her enough. She screamed out slightly and leaned all her weight to the side and toppled from the horse's back to the muddied ground. Between the term "proper" being thrown around, him threatening to take her mare from her, calling her mare a "horsey," and touching her as if he owned her, she was perfectly okay with throwing a temper tantrum and flinging herself about in the mud around the horse's hooves. However, her tantrum didn't last long as the four soldiers quickly held her down tight, though it is best to be noted that, although they restrained her, it did take all four of them to do so. The one who had touched her threatening to impregnate her himself. Such a threat quickly stilled her.

The rain was finally slowing, far less of a roar and much more of a soft, pitter-patter sound on the roof of the shack. The darkness also seemed less dark, even though there was certainly less light outside the shack than there had been within with the travelers' light. The frigid mud now enveloping Alleria and the soldiers felt cool on her skin as the hot, summer days had not allowed. Not making another sound, they lifted her from the mud and, this time, tied her atop the horse, checking to make sure she would not be able to flee or even shift during travel. How..? was all she was able to muster within her thoughts in attempt to explain how one simple night had gone so awry. She had come across soldiers before, sure, but they had never disbelieved her age and they had never taken her hostage. She could only find it within herself to blame the travelers, but she knew that was inaccurate as well for what could they have done to impact the situation so much? Peering through the darkness, she tried to see if they had truly brought Racefire out from the shack or not, but was fairly certain one of the men had brought her out and she was the dark blob standing a bit away from their own horses.

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He blinked. The horse trudged on through the mud, her hooves making sloppy noises as he swayed with the movement. How long had he been staring into space for the roads to no longer be dust but mud, and the sun to have relinquished it's harsh glare, to the moons softer vigil. Mist hung heavy over the land, soon to turn to fog he was sure, the moon cast a pale shadow across the world it was like everything was frozen and he was the only person alive. Perhaps he had died, and this was purgatory.

He laughed. A tired, joyless sound whispered out from between his lips. In his own mind it sounded almost like the death rattle of a doomed man. He grinned wryly at the thought, for, what else was he, but doomed to this life, or a doom upon the lives of others?

Yells, not far in the distance, and a multitude of voices made him frown. "Now I'm hearing voices too.' He chuckled at the words, his voice echoing strangely into the night. As he rode closer to the sounds, the mist swirled around him with every step his pale horse took; giving him a ghostly quality, cloaking him like the reaper as he rode into sight of a small shack, and a group of people in front of it.

"Now that won't do at all.' He voiced to the men, as he saw them binding a young girl onto the back of a horse. He stopped a short distance away. Everything in his presence screamed predator, killer, he hadn't fought in a war for countless years so that pregnancy could be forced upon young women.

"How the mighty have fallen.' He stated, giving every man a glare in turn. Eyes sweeping over the entire group studying, assessing every avenue of attack or retreat. He noted another pair that did not look to be with the, so called, soldiers, though they seemed to be following grudgingly. "Pathetic that it should take four of you men to restrain such a small girl.' He spit the word men out as if he tasted something foul.

He was a soldier, these fools were little more than thugs in his opinion, barely better than rogues.

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Thorn strode out after them with confidence, watching the affair with cool collection, his previous temper removed and the young girl over his shoulder as she continued to somehow snooze through all of this. He stared at the soldiers with piercing disapproval and seething unrivaled contempt and moved towards one of their horses without missing a beat, taking seat upon the one containing the mail girl after throwing his companion over the back of the mail girls horse as it was brought out. He glared down the soldiers and dared them to question him before he spoke "I will ride with the girl, I will not have your filthy paws grasping and pulling at her as you have done. I will risk nothing by protecting an asset and an innocent girl and so I will ride with you to KC, as insurance one of you may ride with my other companion in tow, understood? She is asleep but if you truly wish to you can bind her hands, you'll at the very least need to tie her to the horse. Of course, unless you wish to risk enraging an asset capable enough to be worthy of the infiltration unit by waking her from her slumber." He stated in a somewhat low voice, grabbing hold of the reigns around the mail girl and leaning over her from behind.

"Stand by me and I will see you to safety, as promised" He whisper into her ear gently, looking as if he was checking the reigns and her binding before sitting up again and looking to the rest of the soldiers "I suggest we ride in the same formation as you would were she on her own horse in tow behind you. I still require my guise to hold true, and we may even catch any rogue scum in pursuit of their 'ally', being me." He half-commanded in a quiet voice, turning to notice an older man berating the soldiers. He cursed inwardly and turned to look at the man, waiting in turn for the soldiers to react, he coughed once as if preparing for an act and turned to the man with a glance that spoke of secrecy to the soldiers.

"I suggest ya apologize matey, or ya'll end up stuck on this blasted horse convoy with tha rest of us folk. Pay special care 'ere, they ain't got a spare 'orse for ya and they don't seem inclined ta ride slow." He stated in a kind and somewhat rebellious voice, putting on the voice of a more country and community folksman, expecting the soldiers to believe his claim more openly with demonstration of his swift acting skills and to react in kind with all too much enthusiasm in berating the 'prisoner'. He sighed inwardly and a thousand thoughts began racing through his mind, being a rogue was a pain in the ass sometimes.

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Alleria had said nothing further to the men who had forced her to stay bound to the horse, and only watched them as a man approached with his own disgraced look on his face. He's of an older generation... She thought to herself as she studied his face before he reached them and called the soldiers out for what they had done. However, their faces showed they either couldn't care to be bothered or, maybe, they felt above him. Pausing in her thoughts and tilting her head slightly to the side to continue observing them, she noted this dull, near lifeless look on their faces. They're tired... The sudden realization which had suddenly hit her came from their irritableness as well as the looks they gave to the man. Their faces looked worn and exhausted, rather much like a leaf may look from the previous fall.

Straightening her head and body again, she caught herself curiously contemplating the situation at hand. It wasn't like there was much else for her to do. However, as her new companions and the lead soldier exited her shack, she tilted her head once again before leaning slightly against the steed's neck. How can he act as if this is nothing? Or is it nothing? It's not as if this should have a direct impact on his day-to-day life in any way if he so chose... Alleria pulled in a deep breath, but found herself releasing it equally as quickly, unsure of how the air could taste so bitter now within her mind when it had been so sweet only just a little while ago.

Furthermore, when the traveling man flung himself atop the same horse as she was on, she could not help but to utter a tiny, "Thank you." to him as he promised to protect her. Such an action, she knew, would only bring him danger, though, but she felt as if he would not listen to her even if she made logical points. "Why would you do this for me?" She gently questioned in a barely audible whisper, one which she was certain he may not have even heard as he continued after the momentary pause. However, she was glad she had at least been able to thank him because his following words shocked her and made her want to be away from him immediately, to the point where she was tempted to call him out for being a rogue.

Once this discovery of his true being was placed before her, she found herself frozen and in pure terror. She wanted to scream out, but the men, even the leader at this point, would likely not listen to her and would blame her reaction as an excuse to be freed. If only they weren't so tired. She thought to herself as tears began streaming down her face of their own accord. She couldn't stop them. They came to the brim of her eyes, lighted there for but a moment, then, at first, plopped down to the horse's hair and the ropes which held her, finally turning into a steady stream of salty water along her cheeks which she could in no way stop. At this point, she realized, she could not scream even if she wished to. Terror had taken over her whole body.

Within her heart and mind, though, she was screaming more than ever before. She wanted to thrash free of the bonds which held her tightly and kill him however she could. She wanted him to understand how horrible of a person he was. You're evil! You're evil! You're evil! You should burn in the hell which you have created! Her mind continued screaming endlessly while she remained speechless aloud. She now couldn't decide who her captor was: her own soldiers or the murdering rogue? At first, it had been quite apparent, but now... she questioned its apparency due to the new information which he had provided her. You shouldn't be here. Did you want to kill me? Why were you in my shack? How is getting involved with me going to help you? Just leave me alone! Her words couldn't be heard and they certainly didn't help her any, but they continued flooding through her mind much how daisies will take over a whole field with their little, white flowers. As such was not the case, her mind was not sunny, but much more a dark, dismal, blackened, stormy, cloudy place.