Though later in the day than he was used to, Ssarak was exercising in the gymnasium. The last few days after the attack had been hectic, to say the least. He was just now starting to get back into his schedule after days of helping with repairs and whatever other restoration was required. As it was not early in the morning, there were more people in the gym than he was used to, but they did not bother him.
Ssarak had plenty of time to worry through the past few days, so for the moment, he was trying to shift his idle thoughts onto more positive topics. Many of his friends and acquaintances were still alive, though perhaps injured in some capacity. The college was still operational and would resume classes soon, so he could still improve his abilities. Though the situation was grim, he didn't feel as hopeless as after the loss of his village. Their enemy was indeed strong, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that they stood a better chance than he first feared. This foe had planned out its attack well in advanced, planting its soldiers in every corner of the college and even poisoning their headmaster. If this enemy did indeed have the overwhelming strength that demons liked to boast about, then there was no reason the should not have wiped out the college. The very fact that the college still stood showed that this enemy's power was limited, that it was fallible, and more importantly, defeatable. This was a war they could conceivably win.
Ssarak's mood was not quite "good," but he was content. He could be satisfied returning to his schedule for a while before it was time to act against this foe. Just as he was finishing up lifting a pair of sandbags, he noticed someone new enter the room, someone he did not recognize. She was an Esyire in a hooded black cloak, though he did not pay her much attention at first. He stood up and started to carry the sandbags back to their proper location when he noticed she had approached close and seemed to be watching him. He cocked his head to the side slightly and looked at her questioningly.
"I'm sorry, can I help you?" He asked.
"Perhaps. " The woman said, pausing for a moment to lower her hood, revealing her scarred visage. "I would like to know who you are. My name is Dirssi Xhotharanil."
Upon hearing the woman's clan name, Ssarak dropped the sandbags and his eyes widened like he had saw a ghost. He could say nothing, think nothing, and do nothing except stare into her gaze with greater fear than he had ever felt during the fight with the demons. Hearing that name was like bringing up every single painful emotion and torturous memory from his past and personifying it into a single individual. Although he gave her no words, her expression quickly turned to a terrifyingly knowing smirk. She glanced around at the others in the gymnasium for a moment, then locked eyes with him once more."
"Thank you. That is exactly what I needed. I will be...speaking to you again soon, Ssarak." Dirssi commented in a tone that could be described as "threateningly polite." Without another word, she turned and left the room, leaving Ssarak standing speechless, with no thoughts in his mind other than how this would lead him to his doom.
"I am sorry Dirssi, but we cannot relinquish Ssarak to your custody without additional evidence of his crimes. We can ensure that he does not leave the the college, but neither can we turn him over without proper documentation."
It had been about a month since the college was visited by Dirssi Xhotharanil, as emissary from the Scorched Lands. The college was always willing and eager to increase their alliance with foreign nations, especially the Eysires of the Scorched lands, however Dirssi's request was... Difficult to appraise. She had come to ask for the college to assist apprehending a criminal from the Scorched Lands, and the college was willing, at least until further details showed that the criminal was none other than one of the college's own students: Ssarak Dyreackthanose. He had distinguished himself to the college during the demon attack and for it the college was grateful. However the accusations against him were quite serious, and it was only for his actions was Lucilia trying to stall for more time.
Dirssi has been patient but also very persistent. She has yet to do anything to make the college believe that Dirssi would attempt to take justice into her own hand, but her increase in visits told Lucilia that the eysire was growing weary of having to wait. The college would not harbor criminals, but they would need evidence of this first. Lucilia did not want to believe Dirssi's words alone, but if this goes on for too long Lucilia did not want to think what those in the Scorched Lands would say of the college. Reputation was important, but the college was not going to be known to become a safe haven for the criminal element. Their own moral ambiguity aside.
Dirssi was quite obviously frustrated, but, after a few deep breaths, she retained her composure. She had her hands firmly planted on the desk in front of her and looked straight ahead at Lucilia with a gaze that was not quite angered, but definitely agitated. "This is...Professor Riovas, with respect, but I have been patient. I recognize that my arrival did not come at a...fortuitous time. The attack quite understandably delayed by ability to collect the fugitive, but it has been months. I can see that the college is once again in order, at least reasonably so. I understand you have a need for students, but this murderer, Ssarak, is not someone you want as a student. I have already given you my orders, marked with the seals of clans Xhoth and Dyre; I do not know what more you want."
"Time and confirmation. While we are taking this investigation seriously, we at the college believe in giving a fair trial to the accused. First we must verify the charges against Ssarak, as well as obtain his testimony. And combined with... Recent events, there has simply been very little time to do a proper investigation. But I assure you Dirssi, I have taken the time to deal with this matter as quickly as possible now. I have finally managed to set aside time to ensure that this matter is looked into at it's fullest, and I can promise you that by the end of this week, at the latest, this matter will be resolved."
Of course, there was only about three days left in this week. As much as Lucilia respected Ssarak for his contributions to the college, she truly did need to investigate his side of the story and ensure that justice is done. Regardless of his actions at the college, he will have to pay for his crimes elsewhere. It won't be up to the college to judge him, but neither can they shelter him.
Dirssi gave a barely audible sigh. She had heard similar answers before, but at least this time there was a deadline associated with it. If the week passed with no results, she would likely have to change her tactics, but she had waited this long, so she could wait just a bit longer. "Very well, but remember who you dealing with here. Ssarak is crafty and manipulative. His strength is not in weapons or fighting skill, but in his silver tongue. He convinced a few dozen warriors of his clan to betray their traditions, their honor, to slaughter the innocent. If you are intent on speaking to him, I would not forget that." With nothing left for her to do, at least for the moment, Dirssi took her leave to return to her room. She was upset, but she couldn't say the meeting disappointed her, as that would imply that she expected any sort of result to begin with.
Sometime after Lucilia's meeting with Dirssi she had called Ssarak to her office. It was just an hour after noon, and still a bright day. Despite the pleasant weather outside the mood in Lucilia's office was sombre. Once Ssarak had seated himself Lucilia was quick to explain why she called him here. "Ssarak it has come to the college's attention that someone from the Scorched Lands had arrived with a warrant for your arrest. Though the college tolerates no prejudice and ensures that everyone is treated fair and equally, we do not provide safe haven for criminals and fugitives. That being said we still do our best to ensure that the accused are given a fair trail and not simply condemned to punishment based on accusations alone."
Lucilia handed Ssarak various documents and papers, most of them copies of what Dirssi had given to her. The papers detailed the exact crimes that Ssarak is guilty for as well as the written orders with the clan seals. Nothing about these papers have been altered; everything were practically the same as the original papers that Dirssi had. They also included her name, just so Ssarak knows who exactly is accusing him.
"We are told that you had incited a slaughter of a village back in the Scorched Lands. Perhaps this is true, and perhaps you have justifiable reasons for doing so. If you do, please, explain yourself."
Ssarak glanced through the papers and saw nothing wrong, not that he would be particularly qualified to identify a forgery. Seeing his clan's brought the reality of the situation into focus. He knew that what he did was despicable, but he never thought his clan would want to seek him out, or even let clan Xhoth do the same. Given that he carried his crime out in the middle of a war, he would have expected exile to be the punishment the clan Elders would have cast upon him, but it appeared that he was mistaken.
"Since I arrived here, I have never lied about my past, and I do not intend on starting now." He responded, taking in a deep breath before continuing. "Just around...three years ago, I believe, I took part in a raid on a village of clan Xhoth. More importantly, I was the one who organized it. Our clans were at war, as we had been for years. There had not been a time since I had earned my place among my brothers and sisters in arms that we were not fighting them. It has only been a few years, but it feels like so long ago. I foolishly believed that, if we somehow wiped out their entire village, it would somehow end the war. Instead, it only served to bring the wrath of clan Xhoth upon my village shortly afterwards. Friends, family, my wife and children, were all killed while our warriors were away. I give no excuse for my failure, for my judgement. My choice was the product of my own callousness and stupidity. I sent myself into exile after the attack, as I felt myself undeserving to be a part of my clan. I did not expect my clan would want me to return in any capacity, but I should not be surprised. Truly, the only real surprise I feel is who they sent to recover me. Dirssi is an individual I recognize; her name is well-known even among my clan."
Lucilia had figured that Dirssi had a personal reason to be involved in this case. And perhaps this was the caveat that Lucilia needed to exploit. "How so?"
"Well, she is a powerful warrior, one of the most skilled among all of the Xhoth. She has been a war leader among her people for the better part of a century. She is a Noxomancer, an expert in her blood, with great skill in the martial arts as well. I am not sure how many defeats clan Dyre has faced because of her influence, but regardless, she was an opponent to be feared, and respected. For her to be the one sent to recover me, the Xhoth must really value my head. I have never seen such a high ranking leader take on such a mission, though if our clans are really now at peace, I suppose she could afford to do so." Ssarak explained.
Lucilia laced her fingers over one another and contemplated the idea that clan Xhoth would send someone with such esteem to pick up Ssarak. And more curiously, why no one from clan Dyre also attended to pick up Ssarak. One would think that if both clans wanted to bring Ssarak back, they would have two representatives. And this only makes the lack of responds all the more important from the Scorched lands. Lucilia herself did not believe all that Dirssi said which made the vampire think of something that Dirssi said. "Ssarak is crafty and manipulative. His strength is not in weapons or fighting skill, but in his silver tongue... It would seem that he is not the only puppet master here."
Lucilia would need some time to investigate this matter. Three days exactly. She would do her best to continue to try to contact the Scorched Lands, this time taking a more personal approach to it. But in doing so she won't be able to stay at the college and provide as a buffer for Ssarak's trial. She'll need to speak to Satori and her Investigation Squad. "I see... Ssarak, while I have mentioned that the college does not harbor criminals, I truly do not wish to think that you are one. Your exile was to be your punishment, and I see no reason why the clans of Xhoth and Dyre would now chose to change this."
Lucilia leaned forward, cupping her hands and giving Ssarak a sad look. "You have served the college well and we would like to try to prevent the worse from happening. To that end, in three days time you will be called back for your trial by the college. I would encourage you to gather evidence and create a case for you to stay with us here. If nothing else, I am giving you three days to say your good-byes. It would be a great shame for the college to lose such a promising student. I hope that you can stay with us for as long as you can. You are dismissed Ssarak."
Ssarak wished he had more to say, but he wasn't even sure of his own opinion on the situation. He gave a respectful nod and took his leave, as requested. From the impression Lucilia gave, it seemed she was far more resolute on what to do than even himself. If she truly believed he was not a "criminal," then she would be the only one. Ssarak did not deny his actions to others, but more than anything, he did not deny his crimes to himself. To him, he was a murderer, and even his actions during the attack had not made up for it. He had still taken more lives than he had saved in his life. There was a part of his mind that was growing in influence, a part that wanted him to submit. Perhaps going back to his clan to receive judgement would be the only way he could have some semblance of redemption? If they wanted him to return, then it would likely be for his execution, but perhaps the families of those he killed deserved the closure more than he deserved his life? It was a difficult choice, though if Dirssi had her way, then it wouldn't be a choice.
A short distance from Lucilia's office, Ssarak passed by Meirin in the hall. She had accompanied him on the way over and had been waiting outside, but he had no words he could give her. He simply looked down, unable to make eye contact, and with an expression as solemn as a wake.
Ssarak had plenty of time to worry through the past few days, so for the moment, he was trying to shift his idle thoughts onto more positive topics. Many of his friends and acquaintances were still alive, though perhaps injured in some capacity. The college was still operational and would resume classes soon, so he could still improve his abilities. Though the situation was grim, he didn't feel as hopeless as after the loss of his village. Their enemy was indeed strong, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that they stood a better chance than he first feared. This foe had planned out its attack well in advanced, planting its soldiers in every corner of the college and even poisoning their headmaster. If this enemy did indeed have the overwhelming strength that demons liked to boast about, then there was no reason the should not have wiped out the college. The very fact that the college still stood showed that this enemy's power was limited, that it was fallible, and more importantly, defeatable. This was a war they could conceivably win.
Ssarak's mood was not quite "good," but he was content. He could be satisfied returning to his schedule for a while before it was time to act against this foe. Just as he was finishing up lifting a pair of sandbags, he noticed someone new enter the room, someone he did not recognize. She was an Esyire in a hooded black cloak, though he did not pay her much attention at first. He stood up and started to carry the sandbags back to their proper location when he noticed she had approached close and seemed to be watching him. He cocked his head to the side slightly and looked at her questioningly.
"I'm sorry, can I help you?" He asked.
"Perhaps. " The woman said, pausing for a moment to lower her hood, revealing her scarred visage. "I would like to know who you are. My name is Dirssi Xhotharanil."
Upon hearing the woman's clan name, Ssarak dropped the sandbags and his eyes widened like he had saw a ghost. He could say nothing, think nothing, and do nothing except stare into her gaze with greater fear than he had ever felt during the fight with the demons. Hearing that name was like bringing up every single painful emotion and torturous memory from his past and personifying it into a single individual. Although he gave her no words, her expression quickly turned to a terrifyingly knowing smirk. She glanced around at the others in the gymnasium for a moment, then locked eyes with him once more."
"Thank you. That is exactly what I needed. I will be...speaking to you again soon, Ssarak." Dirssi commented in a tone that could be described as "threateningly polite." Without another word, she turned and left the room, leaving Ssarak standing speechless, with no thoughts in his mind other than how this would lead him to his doom.
"I am sorry Dirssi, but we cannot relinquish Ssarak to your custody without additional evidence of his crimes. We can ensure that he does not leave the the college, but neither can we turn him over without proper documentation."
It had been about a month since the college was visited by Dirssi Xhotharanil, as emissary from the Scorched Lands. The college was always willing and eager to increase their alliance with foreign nations, especially the Eysires of the Scorched lands, however Dirssi's request was... Difficult to appraise. She had come to ask for the college to assist apprehending a criminal from the Scorched Lands, and the college was willing, at least until further details showed that the criminal was none other than one of the college's own students: Ssarak Dyreackthanose. He had distinguished himself to the college during the demon attack and for it the college was grateful. However the accusations against him were quite serious, and it was only for his actions was Lucilia trying to stall for more time.
Dirssi has been patient but also very persistent. She has yet to do anything to make the college believe that Dirssi would attempt to take justice into her own hand, but her increase in visits told Lucilia that the eysire was growing weary of having to wait. The college would not harbor criminals, but they would need evidence of this first. Lucilia did not want to believe Dirssi's words alone, but if this goes on for too long Lucilia did not want to think what those in the Scorched Lands would say of the college. Reputation was important, but the college was not going to be known to become a safe haven for the criminal element. Their own moral ambiguity aside.
Dirssi was quite obviously frustrated, but, after a few deep breaths, she retained her composure. She had her hands firmly planted on the desk in front of her and looked straight ahead at Lucilia with a gaze that was not quite angered, but definitely agitated. "This is...Professor Riovas, with respect, but I have been patient. I recognize that my arrival did not come at a...fortuitous time. The attack quite understandably delayed by ability to collect the fugitive, but it has been months. I can see that the college is once again in order, at least reasonably so. I understand you have a need for students, but this murderer, Ssarak, is not someone you want as a student. I have already given you my orders, marked with the seals of clans Xhoth and Dyre; I do not know what more you want."
"Time and confirmation. While we are taking this investigation seriously, we at the college believe in giving a fair trial to the accused. First we must verify the charges against Ssarak, as well as obtain his testimony. And combined with... Recent events, there has simply been very little time to do a proper investigation. But I assure you Dirssi, I have taken the time to deal with this matter as quickly as possible now. I have finally managed to set aside time to ensure that this matter is looked into at it's fullest, and I can promise you that by the end of this week, at the latest, this matter will be resolved."
Of course, there was only about three days left in this week. As much as Lucilia respected Ssarak for his contributions to the college, she truly did need to investigate his side of the story and ensure that justice is done. Regardless of his actions at the college, he will have to pay for his crimes elsewhere. It won't be up to the college to judge him, but neither can they shelter him.
Dirssi gave a barely audible sigh. She had heard similar answers before, but at least this time there was a deadline associated with it. If the week passed with no results, she would likely have to change her tactics, but she had waited this long, so she could wait just a bit longer. "Very well, but remember who you dealing with here. Ssarak is crafty and manipulative. His strength is not in weapons or fighting skill, but in his silver tongue. He convinced a few dozen warriors of his clan to betray their traditions, their honor, to slaughter the innocent. If you are intent on speaking to him, I would not forget that." With nothing left for her to do, at least for the moment, Dirssi took her leave to return to her room. She was upset, but she couldn't say the meeting disappointed her, as that would imply that she expected any sort of result to begin with.
Sometime after Lucilia's meeting with Dirssi she had called Ssarak to her office. It was just an hour after noon, and still a bright day. Despite the pleasant weather outside the mood in Lucilia's office was sombre. Once Ssarak had seated himself Lucilia was quick to explain why she called him here. "Ssarak it has come to the college's attention that someone from the Scorched Lands had arrived with a warrant for your arrest. Though the college tolerates no prejudice and ensures that everyone is treated fair and equally, we do not provide safe haven for criminals and fugitives. That being said we still do our best to ensure that the accused are given a fair trail and not simply condemned to punishment based on accusations alone."
Lucilia handed Ssarak various documents and papers, most of them copies of what Dirssi had given to her. The papers detailed the exact crimes that Ssarak is guilty for as well as the written orders with the clan seals. Nothing about these papers have been altered; everything were practically the same as the original papers that Dirssi had. They also included her name, just so Ssarak knows who exactly is accusing him.
"We are told that you had incited a slaughter of a village back in the Scorched Lands. Perhaps this is true, and perhaps you have justifiable reasons for doing so. If you do, please, explain yourself."
Ssarak glanced through the papers and saw nothing wrong, not that he would be particularly qualified to identify a forgery. Seeing his clan's brought the reality of the situation into focus. He knew that what he did was despicable, but he never thought his clan would want to seek him out, or even let clan Xhoth do the same. Given that he carried his crime out in the middle of a war, he would have expected exile to be the punishment the clan Elders would have cast upon him, but it appeared that he was mistaken.
"Since I arrived here, I have never lied about my past, and I do not intend on starting now." He responded, taking in a deep breath before continuing. "Just around...three years ago, I believe, I took part in a raid on a village of clan Xhoth. More importantly, I was the one who organized it. Our clans were at war, as we had been for years. There had not been a time since I had earned my place among my brothers and sisters in arms that we were not fighting them. It has only been a few years, but it feels like so long ago. I foolishly believed that, if we somehow wiped out their entire village, it would somehow end the war. Instead, it only served to bring the wrath of clan Xhoth upon my village shortly afterwards. Friends, family, my wife and children, were all killed while our warriors were away. I give no excuse for my failure, for my judgement. My choice was the product of my own callousness and stupidity. I sent myself into exile after the attack, as I felt myself undeserving to be a part of my clan. I did not expect my clan would want me to return in any capacity, but I should not be surprised. Truly, the only real surprise I feel is who they sent to recover me. Dirssi is an individual I recognize; her name is well-known even among my clan."
Lucilia had figured that Dirssi had a personal reason to be involved in this case. And perhaps this was the caveat that Lucilia needed to exploit. "How so?"
"Well, she is a powerful warrior, one of the most skilled among all of the Xhoth. She has been a war leader among her people for the better part of a century. She is a Noxomancer, an expert in her blood, with great skill in the martial arts as well. I am not sure how many defeats clan Dyre has faced because of her influence, but regardless, she was an opponent to be feared, and respected. For her to be the one sent to recover me, the Xhoth must really value my head. I have never seen such a high ranking leader take on such a mission, though if our clans are really now at peace, I suppose she could afford to do so." Ssarak explained.
Lucilia laced her fingers over one another and contemplated the idea that clan Xhoth would send someone with such esteem to pick up Ssarak. And more curiously, why no one from clan Dyre also attended to pick up Ssarak. One would think that if both clans wanted to bring Ssarak back, they would have two representatives. And this only makes the lack of responds all the more important from the Scorched lands. Lucilia herself did not believe all that Dirssi said which made the vampire think of something that Dirssi said. "Ssarak is crafty and manipulative. His strength is not in weapons or fighting skill, but in his silver tongue... It would seem that he is not the only puppet master here."
Lucilia would need some time to investigate this matter. Three days exactly. She would do her best to continue to try to contact the Scorched Lands, this time taking a more personal approach to it. But in doing so she won't be able to stay at the college and provide as a buffer for Ssarak's trial. She'll need to speak to Satori and her Investigation Squad. "I see... Ssarak, while I have mentioned that the college does not harbor criminals, I truly do not wish to think that you are one. Your exile was to be your punishment, and I see no reason why the clans of Xhoth and Dyre would now chose to change this."
Lucilia leaned forward, cupping her hands and giving Ssarak a sad look. "You have served the college well and we would like to try to prevent the worse from happening. To that end, in three days time you will be called back for your trial by the college. I would encourage you to gather evidence and create a case for you to stay with us here. If nothing else, I am giving you three days to say your good-byes. It would be a great shame for the college to lose such a promising student. I hope that you can stay with us for as long as you can. You are dismissed Ssarak."
Ssarak wished he had more to say, but he wasn't even sure of his own opinion on the situation. He gave a respectful nod and took his leave, as requested. From the impression Lucilia gave, it seemed she was far more resolute on what to do than even himself. If she truly believed he was not a "criminal," then she would be the only one. Ssarak did not deny his actions to others, but more than anything, he did not deny his crimes to himself. To him, he was a murderer, and even his actions during the attack had not made up for it. He had still taken more lives than he had saved in his life. There was a part of his mind that was growing in influence, a part that wanted him to submit. Perhaps going back to his clan to receive judgement would be the only way he could have some semblance of redemption? If they wanted him to return, then it would likely be for his execution, but perhaps the families of those he killed deserved the closure more than he deserved his life? It was a difficult choice, though if Dirssi had her way, then it wouldn't be a choice.
A short distance from Lucilia's office, Ssarak passed by Meirin in the hall. She had accompanied him on the way over and had been waiting outside, but he had no words he could give her. He simply looked down, unable to make eye contact, and with an expression as solemn as a wake.