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Sasuke Stormwind





THE NEXT DAY, APPROXIMATELY 6AM


Sasuke was already up well before dawn. He didn't know whether it was the company or the strangely comfortable bed, or that filling meal, but last night he had gotten his best sleep in years. Still, he woke up at his usual time, which was almost always just a few minutes before daybreak. By the looks of things, he was up first.

His breakfast was simple, but just as good as the night before. Some dried fruit and ham from their pantry, some eggs, and a bowl of oat gruel with more fruit to sweeten it up was all that was available that early in the morning. He made sure to eat plenty; lunch was certainly going to be later than usual, and Sasuke suspected that this would be an extremely busy day.

At precisely the crack of dawn, Sasuke was out of the building and headed directly towards the general store.

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APPROXIMATELY 11AM


Sasuke's shopping was effectively complete. He had gotten as much food as he could reasonably carry, along with a simple bow for the group, complete with a simple, very compact quiver of about a dozen arrows with a sack full of arrowheads for future use. He was as good as shit with a bow, but he knew he could at least use it in a pinch at close range... Or, he could simply give it to someone in the group who actually knew how to wield it well. In either case, it was better than a normal hunting bow, with some good stopping power but not too much tension for the group to be able to use it quickly and efficiently. Sasuke had a feeling the group would appreciate the extra accessory soon enough.

He missed Fergus at the blacksmith, but still took the time to his weapons sharpened and a couple of good throwing knives added to his inventory. His strange knife with its oversize spear-friendly pommel was also refitted with a longer, sharper blade for close combat, but this cost a pretty penny. Regrettably, the smith lacked enough remaining quality steel on hand to make combat-grade armor in stock outside of easily-made hardened leather chestplates. So, Sasuke had to content himself with fixing and reinforcing his battered chestplate, which had taken a rough beating during his fight with that Abyssal exalt. There was always a chance she could re-emerge, and it always paid to have a stronger piece of armor to last a few more precious seconds against that freak of nature.

By the time it was all said and done, Sasuke was down by a whole quian of scrip, but it hardly mattered: he had bought enough supplies for the group to make it through the next couple weeks without having to make a kill or forage for food, and he was confident he had bought enough arms to complement the weapons Fergus had gotten the others (whatever those were). Fergus was a smart man, after all, and Sasuke bet on the fact that the lawyer had enough time, money, and good sense to adequately supply the others with the most needed materials, out of what the local smith had on short notice.

Sasuke was back at the Inn precisely in time to see Fergus and the others stepping out to meet with the Master Hsu person that the innkeepers had mentioned the night before. Steeling himself for a likely very uncomfortable confrontation, he swiftly joined the others to regroup and distribute their freshly-bought rations of jerky and dried fruit before going out to meet their man of the hour.
Sasuke Stormwind / Axley Crawford





It wasn’t long at all before Sasuke was done with his meal. He even had seconds, but those were gone just as fast. As much as he thoroughly enjoyed this meal, daylight was burning and he needed to get on the move before the sun went down. He paid for his meal, and left a little extra something for the people there.

There were several things at the top of his list to get. Throwing knives were at the top, followed by weapons, although he observed that Fergus had those well in hand. He mentally moved immediately to the next very pressing item, that being food for the journey. He knew that jerky, however good it might taste and keep, was going to feel like just a chewing exercise if that was all they had to go on for rations after the first week or two. So, dried fruit was in order.

He had none of those things in hand -- just a day and a half’s worth of rations, and that would never get him (never mind the rest of the group) out of town, never mind to the next. Since Fergus already had weapons and ammunition taken care of, Sasuke rapidly made the assumption that he, too, felt there was little time to waste.

Seems like we leave early in the morning, then. The notion only made too much sense. He had no idea whether that army was still behind them, and spending hours delaying needed purchases might hasten their collective demise at the hands of those same dead pieces of shit that wiped out the Ruins. So, he resolved to get supplies before the sun went down and finally get some much-needed rest.

Axley had finished what ended up being quite the delectable bit of onion and fried fat and was quietly wiping her mouth when she spied Snow and Cilia having a bit of a spat with a rather forward barfly. Probably drunk, she figured...the two of them could certainly handle that problem without Axley having to intervene in a particularly unpleasant way. Best not to make a scene anyways, right? Axley figured after this, she’d go up to whatever room she had for the night and practice a bit on her lute. Fergus had already left with her blade to get it reforged, thank the gods….so that just left calming down everyone to get some rest.

As if on cue, she spotted a familiar body headed towards the door, which brought a singular raised eyebrow to the bard. Sasuke sneaking out to do business once again? Axley sighed. He was always straight-minded, thinking about nothing but his next job, or the security of his team...did he even know how to relax anymore? She doubted that, somehow. With a shake of her head, Axley rose from her seat. “And just where do you think you’re going?” Axley shot rather pointedly at the only person by the exit, making it quite clear she intended to chide him. “I hope you weren’t planning on leaving so soon to nightfall.”

“Just getting supplies before the sun goes down. It will save us time if we intend to leave in the morning.” Sasuke kept his answer short, sweet, and to the point. He had no idea what he did wrong this time, but daylight was burning and he wanted to be back well before the sun said “nope, I’m gone” for the night. “Was there something you need from the general store or something? That’s where I’m headed.”

As expected. Going out for supplies, with evening close at hand. Axley’s stare would practically burn through Sasuke’s head as she folded her arms. “We have to warn the mayor in the morning, remember? We can’t leave until then, and he’s already in the center of town. Might as well swing by there tomorrow, that way we can conserve energy without getting all stressed out. Relaxation’s important to morale, you know…”

Sasuke shrugged. “All the more reason to do that stuff now. If we swing by in the morning, we can warn the mayor and get on the move without any extra effort.” He was so used to angry people by now that her look of intense displeasure might as well be directed at a boulder. “Is there something wrong with that?”

Of course he’d resist. He was so intent on being prepared that he couldn’t even manage to think about a night off. Axley knew he’d shrug her off, but why was she so frustrated with that? “Yes, there are several things wrong with that. First of all, you’re making me very annoyed.” Axley drew closer to the sellsword, the burning look of annoyance still lingering in her eyes. “Second, if you’re going to be all gung-ho until we die, then you’re gonna die of stress before zombies or cannons or anything else.”

Axley snapped her fingers, directing him to turn back at her and meet her gaze. “You wouldn’t let me down like this, now would you? Or are you going to make me break out my lethal weapon?” Axley was going to make this man relax if it was the last thing she did. At the very, VERY least, the two of them needed to catch up, and this could very well be their final opportunity to. “The choice is yours.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but chuckle. All this over taking a break? He had to give it to her. At least she was persistent, and at least she was at least trying to look after other people, in her own way. After all the fighting, marching, and general crap they went through on the way here, a few hours of rest was the least the group deserved.

Once again, Sasuke shrugged. It was clear that he was too dog-tired to argue over something as small as this. “Alright, but we’re going to have to hurry it up in the morning. Mayor or no mayor, we need to get those supplies and get out of town quickly. If we can’t do either, then all of us are in for a rough march.”

That said, he stepped away from the door… but quickly took the opportunity to stare death straight at the unruly drunkard at the bar that he had noticed. Since he was staying put, he might as well do his part since that filth happened to be looking in Sasuke’s general direction. Sure, the monk had it handled and the girl was likely used to it, but it didn’t hurt to take half a second to pitch in. Not only that, he was the only one in the bar who was so obviously armed to the teeth. Besides, if it ended in blows, knocking people like that around was easily one of Sasuke’s favorite parts of the job.

Having done his duty, he looked at Axley as if nothing at all had happened. ”So… now what?”

Finally. Axley was actually mildly disappointed he didn’t fight a little harder. It would have segued better into her plan for relaxing the night. Regardless, the relenting of her friend brought a smile to her face. “Yeesh. You’ve gone soft. Few years ago you’d have fought me just to have to stay in for a dinner.” Sasuke had nearly brought her on his arms deals in the past, and it had taken common sense and her patented death stare to get him to think more wisely. Perhaps he’d grown up a little in their time apart.

“Well, personally, I’ve been getting antsy with all this marching and running without even so much as a break. I personally am going to my room. You are free to do...whatever, I suppose.” Axley cast a side-eye at the drunkard, but he was more than dealt with for the time being. “So I’ll leave that to you, I guess.” Axley spoke leadingly, knowing he’d likely get an idea of where she was going with this. She turned back to the innkeep, taking the key to the room Fergus had already paid for, and turned away from him, heading towards the stairs to the second floor. Before she did, however, she brandished her lute for Sasuke to see before holding it in her grip tenderly, already getting to tuning her precious instrument. To anyone who’d heard her conversation, they might have gone in the completely wrong direction. But Axley had a date with her lute in mind, and certainly would appreciate the company.

Sasuke’s wheels began to turn, and a brief moment passed in which Axley used her charm to subliminally suggest to Sasuke some sort of activity that might keep him from inevitable boredom down below. It was true that he’d grown up a bit, but in Sasuke’s mind it was more a matter of knowing when to pick a fight and when it was best just to let things happen. With the drunkard forcibly tamed, Sasuke had already lost his potential punching bag. His head had already fizzled out after trying to go through what few ideas he could come up with for entertainment before Axley started waving that lute around. Well that’s actually a solid idea. At least I don’t have to deal with anything awkward tonight.

“If you want company, I can lend a hand where I can. I haven’t sung for anything in years, so I could use a bit of practice.” Sasuke paused, and decided to nonchalantly continue. “At least I’ll know whether or not I sound like a pig in heat during the next party before it starts.”

It took him a moment, but finally he was giving the response she wanted. She knew how much he had enjoyed her playing two years ago, and now that she was doing it for a living, she had honed it beyond her skills then...at least in her opinion. She let Sasuke follow behind her, walking down a plain hallway before picking the door on the left the key fit into, opening into...oh. Axley nearly smacked her face in annoyance. “Double room. Shoulda figured. I guess CIlia’ll have a roommate, at least.” Axley took three steps and flopped onto the first bed, sighing happily at the feel of a real mattress, not just some straw-stuffed sack that she had known during her worst moments of poverty. Perhaps the inn was not extravagant, but it was enough.

It was a moment before she got back to her lute, carefully working the kinks out of it and making sure spending time outdoors had not damaged it. “I had a feeling you might need a bit of this if we were going to catch up again. If I remember one thing, it’s that you always listened.” A faint smile ghosted her lips as she plucked a string, hearing it make the exact tune she wished it to. “Perfect.” Axley closed her eyes, her fingers gently tracing along the strings. “Any requests?”

“The only songs I know have to do with fighting, so it’s all up to you. I know pretty much all of them, but nothing else, really.” Sasuke never really kept good company after he and Axley had parted ways. It was always with some mercenary company, a random military unit, or even a noble’s household guard. Just about the only songs he vividly remembered were either ones meant to scare people off the field or get the troops ready for battle during a tense night of waiting for a terrible dawn to break. Hopefully, it won’t be either one for us.

No request? Axley gave Sasuke a curious eye for a moment, wondering just what he was thinking in that moment. Nothing had stood out to him before, so perhaps she’d have to find that song he had forgotten somewhere. Axley thought to herself a moment, thin fingers tapping the varnished wood gently before she nodded. “Okay, I think I have one I can give you.” Axley closed her eyes as she always did; it truly helped her feel the flow of the music and the tone of her voice if she could shut out everything around her.

Her song was an old favorite of hers, one she played most during the late evenings at the bar when things would wind down...or whenever she felt down late at night. Her fingers gently played across the strings, working out the gentle tune of an old lullaby her mother used to sing her back before she had been forced to learn to be a noble’s wife. A simple, yet hypnotic song, simple to play yet always a joy to listen to, she liked to suck others into the tiny world she seemed to make for herself whenever she played her music. The words were of her own invention-the lullaby itself had been childish, so Axley had written her own lyrics, detailing the end of an era, the final warrior standing over his new kingdom and the wonders he knew he’d bring to those standing before him in awe. A very soft, yet reassuring song that Axley used to calm a crowd down for the night. She didn’t even know how he was reacting; she had lost herself in her world, only hoping he had joined her in it.

There wasn't much in this world that could make Sasuke's mind shut up for once. This was one of those precious few things. Sasuke had fought for years, for people and causes he didn't give two shits about. For him, it was always the next fight for survival. For the first time in two very long years, something vaguely resembling hope entered his life. At the very least, keeping it alive somehow seemed like a worthy crusade.

Before he knew it, he had joined in. He really did sound like a pig in heat at first; it had been that long since he sang a proper song. But, he found his voice and actually sounded decent - well, in his humble opinion at least. The song was simple enough, and he sang along where he could. It was in this moment that Sasuke very briefly forgot about this painful, miserable world. It was the only beautiful moment he had witnessed during the past two years. For once in his life, Sasuke was glad that he had chosen the path of a warrior. Now, he could protect the very few beautiful things that still existed in this wretched world. And for now, that was good enough for him.

Axley’s world had a welcome intruder-granted, a somewhat off-key intruder-but one she gladly embraced nonetheless. Occasionally she would get a drunken voice to join her own in song, but this was the voice of an old friend, whether she’d deceived him or not. Once the song had come to an end, Axley kept her eyes closed a moment longer, simply wanting the world she’d created to be the one she’d opened her eyes to. One free of the strife, worry, and apocalypse that plagued them. One where she was free to simply pursue her desires, her friends by her side. Alas, it was not to be so when she returned to reality, but at least one smiling face was still there.

“And here I thought you forgot all but the war songs, you dirty liar.” Axley playfully punched her friend on the shoulder, sighing. “This used to be the song my mother sang to put me to sleep, though with obviously much different lyrics. It’s one of the few pieces of home I still have, besides my sword and my lute. So it feels special to sing that every now and again. If I’m all that’s left of the Crawfords, maybe I can find some way to make my name right again. End of the world’s on us, after all...maybe they’ll forget the shithole my life was.” Axley laughed softly, but sighed weakly at the end. She suddenly felt very vulnerable. She drew closer to Sasuke, using the larger man’s shoulder to lean on softly. “I know I’m the least capable of fighting of us all.” She spoke gently, her eyes fixed on the floor as she tried to keep herself from worrying too much. “I worry I won’t be of much use if hell decides to catch up to us again. And Fergus has the connections at Lord’s Crossing…” It was clear Axley questioned her role in the group. Even if she was strong...it wasn’t in the right ways for their journey.

When she suddenly leaned on him, he blushed a little, but took it in stride. She was a trusted friend, after all. With that said though, Sasuke knew she was genuinely selfless in saying this. He felt compelled to say something… He just struggled to find something [i]good[/]. Comforting people wasn't exactly his strong suit, after all.

"In all my years of fighting, I've found the toughest wars aren't won with strength of arms." Sasuke gave her one of the most certain looks he'd had in years. "What matters is your strength of heart. As long as we stick together, they'll never beat us."

"You've already managed to do the impossible by making it this far. I'd take you over a hundred swords any day of the week." Sasuke knew it was a pretty stupid line to say, but he knew it was the truth. She survived all the forces of hell could throw her way. He never met a hardened merc or even any Tepet with half that strength of will.

"Besides, if I've learned nothing else, it's pointless to fight you. The same goes for those guys as well." In a way, Sasuke was right. Even if it was a stupid joke meant to set her at ease, he genuinely felt that she was far more valuable than she gave herself credit for. It was just that he didn't know how to get that message across.

Even though Axley knew what he said was a load of bung, Axley couldn’t help but smile a little. “Then you’ll have to show me how not to dislocate my arm swinging one of those swords. I’m not using my lute as a weapon.” If she wasn’t getting it reforged into something usable, she likely wouldn’t have been using her ceremonial blade, either. Only two tangible relics remained from her old life, both precious in different ways. Still...she could tell he was trying, and that was comfort in and of itself. He wasn’t usually a particularly comforting man, she knew that much. The real world was cruel, he’d say, and bluntness was the only way people learned...yet to her, he’d lie to her face to get a smile.

It still worked.

“Well, fighting Cilia would at least get the girl all fired up.” Axley smirked and shook her head. “She’d be your type too, you know. She’s a fighter just like you. Might need to start picking your prize trophy wife before the apocalypse comes and swallows them all up.” Axley was goading him now and enjoying it; romance was never a topic either of them brought up between each other, and one Axley used to avoid considering how they had been introduced. But with the world beneath them suddenly seeming far away, it felt right to poke a little fun his way.

What? Sasuke knew he was as smart as a sack of bricks when it came to romance, and he knew something was coming. But, Axley was always a step ahead of him on that front, after all. It only made sense that this one still hit him out of the blue. A reddened face bore the marks of Axley's victory, and there was no denying that she won that round.

Sasuke had to say something to make a comeback, and say it fast. With a playful nudge, he smirked back. "That's if you haven't gotten to her first." It was life's little moments that made it bearable. He wanted this to last forever, but the back of his mind was always gnawing at him like a cancer to press forward. He only dreamed of the day when he'd no longer worry about that anymore.

Axley couldn’t help but scoff at the sellsword’s comeback. “Oh, you’d like it if I just started making out with the redhead, wouldn’t you.” Axley left her position nestled on his shoulder to give him a light shove. “Dirty pervert.” Axley stifled a giggle before sighing contentedly, leaning back in for a bit of support. For such a well-built man, his shoulder was more comfortable than it had any right to be. She shook her head, thinking about the future...if there was one. What would she even accomplish in what was left in the world? Would she even have a husband? Or would she simply continue being a bard in some city somewhere? And what kind of aspirations were those?

“We’re going to be alright, right?” Axley spoke again, still worried about what was to come. The dark legion had destroyed all of the Imperial Rubble in mere hours. She could only imagine what they’d do to the rest of the area, especially once humanity began putting up resistance. They had to inform the highest-up about this if they were to stand even a chance...no doubt at some point they would be hunted down if any word got out on their escape.

Sasuke felt her warmth leaning in on him, and barely resisted the temptation to give in and just let it happen. "We will. We just have to be smart about it, that's all. I don't think it will be easy, but it's not impossible. Just know that whatever happens, I've got your back. That's a promise."
Sasuke Stormwind





Frustrated with the behavior and apparent ungratefulness of his cohorts, Fergus grumbled to his fellow patrician. "I swear... no matter how nice I try to be, the poor always seem to hate me just because I have the ability to help them. Do you get that much as a Tepet? Or is it just because I hail from the House of the Empress that I'm treated with a bit of extra disdain?" A sigh, then a hand motion for Sasuke to follow him inside. "Let's go in and get bitched at for paying for everything, shall we?"


"Not even kidding you, it happens to me all the damn time. It gets annoying, but you also get used to it." Sasuke was clearly as irritated as his counterpart, but he chose not to make a big deal of it. "We're a pair of patricians in the company of several very high-strung people. Their pride isn't going to accept what they see as handouts. But in my mind, I think they've more than earned it at this point."

Still, he couldn't hide his disappointment at their actions the second they walked up to the bartender. Sasuke felt the sting of jealousy as Axley did what she did. But, if anyone could have seen it, it would only have been Fergus catching the sight of him ever-so-briefly clenching his jaw to keep himself from impulsively saying something nasty about the place. Still, there was a subtle fire in his eyes at the scene. He wasn't tossing around scrip for those he gave a crap about so that everyone could see them choose to debase themselves like this.

But, he was here for business, after all. As much as Sasuke wanted to remove some uncouth hands trying to grope his friends, business demanded restraint. And business needed to be good if they wanted to move on and keep from getting themselves killed by those dead things back there, and avoid starving in the process. Speaking of business, he had a feeling that Axley and Cilia were about to have their asses chewed out by... a burly maid? Nope, it was the bartender's wife letting loose like some sort of beast from the attic. Sasuke didn't have much time to do anything about it, as if he'd stop the fun in the first place.

Saving the day was Fergus, who overheard the tail-end of the apparent owner's rant toward his female traveling companions. "Now now, there's no need for that. I apologize. My friends here are just a stubborn pair, and used to doing things their own way. I assure you, we're all paying customers. Both for some foodstuffs from the delicious-smelling kitchen as well as some soft beds for the night. We've... been walking for a while." Kicking his toe against the floor at the end of his little speech to bring attention to the dirt caked onto his otherwise very fine boots, Fergus then flashed a few pieces of lesser scrip to show he had money to back his claim.

The woman's demeanor shifted almost immediately to that of a cheerful barmaid. "Well why didn't you lot say you were customers? Have a seat! JARRA! WHAT'S ON THE MENU TONIGHT?!" the woman literally shouted toward the kitchen. A few seconds later, the voice of a young man shouted back: "RABBIT AND POTATO FRITTERS, FRIED ONION BREAD BALLS, OR TURNIPS AND RICE WITH RED SAUCE! ANYTHING ELSE, MA?!" The woman ignored the last bit and returned her attention to the group of strangers in her establishment. "There ye have it. If none of that tickles yer fancy, we can see if we have anything else. But thems what's we got ready for quick eats."


Kiss ass. Sasuke really didn't like that woman, but he at least respected her for doing her job efficiently. One moment she goes full banshee mode on everyone, and the next she's kissing the lawyer's muddied boots. As poorly as he thought of the bar security, he at least knew that whatever it was cooking, it smelled pretty damn good.

"I'll have a large helping of those rabbit and potato fritters." Sasuke noticed straightaway that Fergus had chosen a table with the best lighting in the room. Fergus's very fine clothes were painfully conspicuous to everyone in the room. Not what I wanted, but I at least should play it for all it's worth.

Sasuke made equally sure that his sword was just as plain to see as Fergus' clothes. If he wants to warn these people, now would be a good time to do it. In the meantime, Sasuke passed an extra yen over as a tip. Even if he was a borderline savage, Sasuke knew he was a noble and with that came certain hard requirements in the way of etiquette. Tipping was common courtesy, and it wasn't as if he bothered carrying around fractional currency these days, anyway.

On the side, Sasuke made sure that he had easily enough cash to go to the general store and order dried fruit and meat for the road. This region was known to be treacherous, and there was also a chance that they'd go days on end without being able to kill something big enough for all of them to eat. Hopefully, just hopefully, he'd also be able to pick up a few cheap weapons like knives the rest of the group could easily use. He hated that most of the group was so poorly armed, and he was borderline obsessed with being prepared for journeys as hard as this one.
Sasuke Stormwind





In this situation, grease was good. Grease implied meat, and meat was useful for hard journeys like this. Whatever the reason, Sasuke found that, if he had to choose, eating this stuff alone was better than eating just dried potatoes alone, pound for pound. Even if they couldn't take this stuff with them, it was certainly good enough to get them farther than a normal bowl of stew would. Besides, Fergus was right. Junk food really would lift their spirits. It would certainly lift mine if nothing else.

Sasuke was all for searching the razed town and seeing if there was any money, food, or the odd treasure to take and sell later on. Even better, it would have presented an excellent chance to get even more witnesses of the recent carnage to join the group. Obviously, he was soundly outvoted. It was plain that the rest of them weren't used to war or even scenes of carnage resembling this, and it would bring back nothing but hard memories of what they had gone through only a few days ago. Eh, it could have gone either way. Safety's important too, I guess. Even so, he couldn't help but feel bummed at the thought of missing a potential win for the team.

At any rate, Sasuke returned to the moment in time for Fergus to cast his vote. Agreeing with the man's sound logic, Sasuke was quick to toss his vote in his general direction. "I'm with Fergus on this one. We need some of that comfort food, and there's no telling how long until we get a good hot meal we don't have to cook ourselves. Even if we have to pay a little more, we might as well use our money to get some quality grub."

He paused a short bit and tossed a glance to all of the others. "Seems like Fergus is footing the bill, so I'll pay for lodging. I have no idea how much cash you've got, but I've at least got enough to get us to Lord's Crossing. Oh, and let's see if they sell food for the road. Jerky beats hunting any day of the week."

It was the duty of the nobility (regardless of actual rank) to help the common folk when they were in trouble if they could -- or however that rule went. Sasuke felt like he owed these people a favor, at the very least. There was safety in numbers in treacherous parts like this, and these people provided it at obvious risk to themselves. After all, he could very well have been a spy, and they would all likely be dead if he really was.

All this aside, Sasuke hardly knew how to say thanks, for the simple reason that it was so long since the last time he had occasion to thank someone for anything. He hoped the others would get the message, at the very least.
Sasuke Stormwind





Snow castigated the sellsword who remained on edge and on the ready the entire time. Snow sighed. "Life must be given a chance... Snow Sparrow. Away with your weapon."

Sasuke at least acknowledged the monk's grudging response. For as much as he didn't like the monk, at the very least he had to respect the man's spirit. "I'm Sasuke. Good to see you're not in the mood to fight, either." True to his word, Sasuke dropped his fighting stance and took his hand off his sword hilt. He also took his free hand off his tomahawk, which was strapped to the other side of his belt.

Before Sasuke could think or even speak another word, the fancy-dressed man suddenly yelled out: "You there! Tepet!" Sasuke caught the nuances behind the man's tone and manner of address. He was clearly not a commoner. "As it seems you've history with one of our merry group of misfits, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for now. ... that said, I doubt I am alone in thinking I want to know exactly what happened there."

Sasuke looked closely at the man, and made out the crest of House Mnemon on the other man's outfit. Between the livery and his tone, this left no doubt he was a partrician somehow connected to that House. Nice! This means a better chance for support from the next town.

Having gotten Sasuke's undivided attention, the other man made a proposal. "For the time being, we are headed upriver to the nearest town in order get some rest and properly supply ourselves before deciding what we do next. Tag along with us. On the way, you can explain everything. If we all like what we hear, then you can stick with us if you see fit. If we don't like what we hear, then that's as far as we go together. Seems fair to me. What say you?" As he asked the final question, Fergus extended a hand to the Tepet man while keeping his other hand planted firmly on the pommel of his weapon.

Sasuke was rusty on noble etiquette and all that, but he still patched his words together well enough. As a show of faith, he visibly moved his hands away from his weapons, walked up, and shook the other man's hand. "I am Sasuke, Lord of House Stormwind, under the umbrella of House Tepet. Not like that that title does us any good right now, though."

With that bit of etiquette aside, he was more than happy to take up his counterpart's offer, although it was tinged with obvious suspicion. Sasuke almost winced when the other man pointed directly at his neck wound, which served as a very potent proof that he had his ass literally handed to him not even a day ago.

"I'm headed to Lord's Crossing. I've got some assets there from the old days. I'll tell you everything I know, but we have to exchange stories on the road. I had to fight that Abyssal less than a day ago, so she could already be on the move." It was clear that Sasuke genuinely hated that mark with almost every fiber of his being. At least I'm alive, unlike all those poor bastards back there.

"Before we continue running for our lives, what's your name? I don't think I ever got it over all this mess."
I know it's late in the coming, but thank you both! @Naw @Ruby
Sasuke Stormwind + Axley Crawford

(Cosmic Fury and YoMoves)





So far, Sasuke’s chance encounter with the group seemed to be going as smoothly as he expected it to. An alert stance from everyone present, a brief moment of tension, and then a voice of reason in the form of a monk… with hair!?

The moment of relief as fleeting, though: The same monk who had stepped forward with a friendly voice got into a fighting stance out of nowhere. "I know bites like that. During the war, we'd find corpses with their blood drained. The only wound was two teeth marks. You met the enemy. You met them and you're still alive? Why?"

Sasuke saw the man enter a defensive posture, but kept his cool and retained the same alert stance as before, just in case. It was a long day for all of them already, so he could understand the tension flying around. It didn’t mean he had to be nice about it, though. ”I met an Abyssal on my way out of this Gods-forsaken ruin. I had my back to the river, so I decided to fight. Long story short, I lost but somehow got away with it. In exchange, I got this annoying ass mark on my neck as a souvenir.”

Sasuke wanted to make one final thing clear, though: ”Oh, and one last thing: If I really were an enemy, I would have just attacked you already. But I haven’t, so what’s the point of all this posturing?” Sasuke could understand the monk’s ignorance of military strategy, especially in this situation. Any spy worth his salt would have done their best to keep word of this attack from getting out. It was plain that whoever destroyed this city wanted it done fast, so that they could keep the momentum going. Sasuke had no idea what they had to gain by destroying a city rather than conquering it, but he could figure out that mess later.

While Sasuke waited for the monk’s reply, he took a much closer look around the encampment to assess the others in that group. The sun was coming up fast now, and he could now see the finer details. Only one person in the group had a sword. Even then, that sword looked too ornately decorated to randomly take into battle. The decorations and crests on the scabbard were clearly faded, but they still looked somehow familiar.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes and laser-focused his attention in that direction… and tasted bile. Either I’m crazy or this is six different kinds of bullshit. Even if she was who his gut told him she was, she was supposed to be dead. He had to make certain beyond any shadow of a doubt, though. ”What’s your name?”

While Axley had to admit Snow’s point was valid, the Sasuke Axley had known was more than a match for the average undead warrior. Though if Snow was as concerned as he was...Axley had to ponder. Exactly what had her old...acquaintance? -- she’d need to find a proper word to describe a man one was forced to hang out with for political gain sometime -- run into on his path to safety? Regardless, she severely doubted a man with pride like Sasuke would fall in line with the enemy. No, something else had happened, though-an Abyssal. He’d fought an Abyssal. Axley would have been more surprised if it had been anyone but him. But somehow, it almost seemed par for the course, especially now that the end of times seemed to have been wrought upon them.

Axley would have pointed out the major hole in Sasuke’s own posturing if she wasn’t certain it would sail right over his head. A smart enemy would appear friendly at first before going for the most opportune -- and most effective -- backstab right when the group was least expecting it, especially since it would be effectively four against one were he to turn foul of them. But manipulation and convoluted strategy tended to be a bit beyond him. Sasuke was a simple man. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it did make him somewhat predictable at times. Even two years removed, she could have mouthed his response to her own rebuttals.

And now he was staring at her. Oh, why did he have to do that? His eyes weren’t even ones of recognition, which would at least make the awkwardness fade a bit, but he didn’t even seem to recognize her. They were the confused eyes of a man lost in nearly waking thoughts. Maybe she looked familiar, but to have forgotten so much in a relatively short time...they’d had dinners together, gone shopping...Axley hadn’t gotten attached to him, per se, but did she not stick out in his memory at all? She almost took offense to it. The question put a serious exclamation point on the entire situation, and her cheeks burned with both embarrassment and mild indignation.

“If you’re about to tell me you completely forgot nearly a year and a half of forced-upon meetings and what was once at least a workable friendship, then maybe you took a few too many clubs to the brain in your arms dealing, Sasuke Stormwind.” Axley postured maybe a bit more than she wanted to, but for some reason she really, REALLY wanted to drive the point home that he shouldn’t have forgotten her so easily. “Did the Abyssal suck out your memories as well? It’s not like Axley’s even a common name, you know…”

“I… had to make sure. I thought you were dead.” Sasuke still tasted bile, and it was clear even from that distance that all color had drained from his face.

Fuck the monk with hair. He had far more important things to worry about, like getting the sane part of his mind to convince everything else in his brain that he wasn’t staring straight at a literal ghost.. “And how the hell could I forget? I could count the number of friends I have on one finger, and you were on that list! After fighting at least two different kinds of dead shit, I see you coming back from the dead. What else were you going to expect!?”

What else was she to expect…? “You could have done some digging around. Only two bodies were recovered from that fire.” Of course, most of the world had simply assumed her body had been burned beyond recognition, but still. She knew deep down their lack of connection was still at least partially her fault. She could have come to him and let him know she was still alive. “To be fair, seeing someone you thought was dead ought to be, at best, the fourth most incredulous thing that’s happened to you in the last twenty-four hours.” She could riddle them off. Watching the Imperial Ruins live up to their name, fight an Abyssal, and lastly, still manage to get a word in edgewise against her. For once, Axley relented. She really didn’t want to fight her old friend either way.

“I didn’t die. I just...didn’t want to be remembered for my father.” Axley’s indignation quickly turned to crestfallen humiliation. She despised bringing up her family, but had felt the need to now twice in the last day. It was always a dark sting when her past reared its ugly head once again. “I couldn’t bring myself to see you, because I didn’t know exactly how much you would have learned. Everything got leaked. To admit to being a Crawford would be as well as offering myself to prison or worse.” How much did he know, anyways? Axley’s eyes searched Sasuke’s, wondering whether she’d find confusion, acceptance, or worse.

Sasuke paused for half a second. He needed to find some good words, but he decided to be blunt about it anyway. “I learned everything. About your father, about what he did throughout his career, and even the strings he pulled to get us to meet. Hell, I found out about what led to the fire, and it’s because of that I thought everyone died. But what your father did was his responsibility alone.”

Sasuke didn’t wait for a response (especially from that monk with hair), and continued anyway. He knew at this point that their friendship started because of a series of shady events, but he wasn’t the sort of guy to care. “Regardless of your past, I’d like to think that we’re still friends, even after all this time. If those goons don’t like that fact, they can sit on my sword and rotate for all I care.”

This was not entirely what she was expecting. There should have been some kind of doubt or dissuasion from returning to chums just like that. Hell, she had manipulated him at her father’s will just so they could get along. She turned away, biting her lip with confliction. Should she just be selfish and accept this gift? Friends were hard to come by when the world’s gone to shit, after all. She had two, and maybe Fergus, but she’d known Sasuke longer than all of them. She deliberated in silence, wondering just how he could get past her misdeeds, even if they were orchestrated by another.

In the end, she simply turned back to him and shook her head. “We’ll see if we even get along anymore. For now, a sellsword, let alone a good sellsword, would be really important in getting us to Lord’s Crossing. It’d probably be best for all of us if we stuck together either way.” Axley put on a semblance of toughness; it would fool the common eye, but Sasuke likely knew her enough to know she was putting on a convincing show. She didn’t know what to think about this. Sometimes the gods gave gifts, and other times they simply left mysteries. This could be either, but currently rested in the latter. She needed more time to remember if they even truly could be friends again…

Regardless of her past, Sasuke thought that the gods and the world they forsook already delivered any needed justice several times over. That said, he was more than happy to let bygones be bygones, and bury the whole thing along with the rest of that city. He knew that their friendship would have had to start over anyway, and he thought it best to start on the right foot. It was better to guard a few extra people and make sure he’d be able to survive all the way to Lord’s Crossing, after all.

Speaking of extra people, he turned and faced the monk with hair again, having never changed his own stance. ”So, what’s it gonna be? Are we exchanging names or blows? I could go either way at this point.”
Sasuke Stormwind





Just... fuck!

Sasuke was having a bad day as it was. He'd survived some messed up crap in his life up until this point, but that one took the cake. The Lintha from his childhood, the Stormcrows' attack on the Imperial Ruins, and even his life as an infamous arms dealer didn't stack up to this moment. He had gotten out of the city right on time for whatever-that-was to go off right behind him. If it wasn't for that horse (may she rest in peace), Sasuke would be just as dead as half the shit that had attacked him on his way out. Said horse wasn't even half a mile behind him, but he knew that horse or no horse, he had to get the hell out of there.

He arrived at a large tree near the river. Taking advantage of the shade, he decided to stop running for his life for a few precious minutes and take a break. He took stock of his situation. He counted up his tools and arms, and everything was still there. He went through his several pockets and pouches he kept underneath the set of clothes that hid his armor. His scrip was still there -- all three quian, including small bills. It was too bad he didn't get around to buying that extra throwing knife. It would have fetched twice its asking price on the collector's market. Now's not the time to think about that, though.

Sasuke knew exactly how much rations he had with him. He lacked a bow now, so he knew hunting was going to get rough real fast, especially in this highly populated region. (Well, highly populated until this morning, at any rate.) He had his rope and his tomahawk, but those only had a short reach. The best he could do was keep following the river and get to Lord's Crossing to restock on rations, warn the town, and get the hell out. Because that's where any general worth his salt will attack next, and there's no way to defend against shit like that. It was the stuff of fairy tales and nightmares, and he wanted no more part of it. He had enough of nightmares between his captivity under the Lintha and the Scarlet War that followed.

No sooner than he reached the river, he ran into another person. A survivor? Oh... fuck. Survivors don't wear full plate armor unfit for running for your life in, never mind stroll around as if they own the place. Not unless they're the ones burning down the very city that's right the hell next to them. There was no avoiding this one; Sasuke could feel that in his bones. He had his back to the river, and the figure was closing in. For the third time in his life, escape was impossible; he'd have to somehow fight and survive this battle as well. He was already one for one, and he was hoping to put a mark in his favor on the scoreboard.

He immediately readied his sword. Forget the tomahawk. It wouldn't do shit to her at this range, and both it and his knife would just bounce off that armor, which was better than any he'd seen in years, if he knew anything about armor. And forget punching her. The best he knew he could do with his knuckles was aim for the face and hope he had one hell of a lucky left hook. And the owner of said high-quality armor? Haunting beauty, strange mark on her forehead... he'd heard stories about those sort of people. For the first time since he could remember, he prayed he was wrong. This definitely wasn't a friendly face.

"Who goes?" Sasuke called out in hopes that his counterpart wasn't an enemy. He planted his feet on the ground anyway and pointed his blade at the ground, as ready for the worst as he could be.

There was no answer, and the figure got to within a stone's throw away from him. Eventually, she got closer and noticed Sasuke standing firm, sword drawn and pointed downward, in an obvious sign that he wasn't yet willing to commit mindlessly to a fight. It was then that his worst fears were realized: she was one of those "Anathema" from the stories, and there was no doubt she was an enemy. "You sure you want to do that?" The woman kept her words short, and at least did her opponent the courtesy of waiting for a reply.

"I would rather not be captured, thank you very much. I've gone through that routine once already. I'm not sure if you could relate, but it was a supremely painful experience for me the last time, and I'd rather not have to do it again." Sasuke continued to stand his ground with his blade pointed down. He knew full well that he was going to lose this fight and most likely die a painful death. Still, it was better than getting captured, tortured for information, and dying even more painfully by execution instead. Truly a nasty way to go, but at least he'd rather choose his pain. "I hate to be rude, but it's probably better for both of us if we just get this over with."

She shrugged, and drew her own sword: a large, black monstrosity that looked like it'd knock a horse's head off in one swing. "Have it your way." Almost before Sasuke knew it, the fight was on. Her blows felt like she was swinging a whole damn mountain at him every time... and was that thing moaning!? Although the exchange of blows was brief, it was fierce. It was all he could do to parry her attacks, never mind find an opening of any sort. It was the first time he had used his katana in such a high-stakes fight, and he was surprised the thing still held up against his monstrous foe's onslaught. It was plain to see that she was strong as hell, and she had clearly studied how to use her power. In short, Sasuke either had to give it all he had or die trying.

"You've got some sweet moves. You use that sword well, but have a taste of this!" As Sasuke was finally about to land a decent blow... she was gone. The very next instant, she was right behind him, getting ready to cleave him in two from behind. With no time to react, he employed his favorite trick for backstabbers: He twisted his wrist, brought the sword over his back, and braced the blunt edge on his back to block the attack.

Sasuke's stunt worked like a charm, but that strike of hers still hurt like a bitch. He felt the force of the impact right through the breastplate, and it jarred him completely. He had no chance of blocking the kick she'd launched at the same time. As impossible as it seemed, this one hit from the front. As much as Sasuke would have liked to punch her leg away, it moved way too fast, and hit him square in the chest. If it weren't for the armor, he knew he's be dead meat right then and there. Instead... he got knocked out by the whiplash caused by the impact.

When he came to a couple minutes later, he was sitting up against the very tree he was resting under nearby before their fight. He noticed that his sword was barely out of his reach, right where he'd dropped it when he got knocked out, but hers? Well, it was pointed right at his throat. Well, this can't get any better. It was clear that he lost, and the woman wasted no time in getting things over with. "Oh, you're awake? That was a quick nap. I like you, so I'll give you a choice. I'll let you go, but I need just a little blood from you as the price of your freedom. Deal?"

Sasuke was still dazed from that last bash to his chest. His armor thankfully didn't take much of a beating, so it was plain to see she (thankfully) wasn't out to kill him outright. Then, there was this bizarre offer to top this strangeness off. Either way, he couldn't move much at all after that mess, especially with the raging headache. At least he won his enemy's respect enough to be offered his freedom, even if for a modest price. "Deal. Just do what you've gotta do. Before you do, what's your name?"

"Cackling Harlot's Retribution. Yours?" She was already taking off her gauntlets, presumably to grab a knife or something. At this point, Sasuke hardly cared. As for her name, he was surprised to hear a title of sorts instead... it was odd to say the least, but Sasuke knew that somehow, it fit her completely just as much as any normal name possibly could.

"Sasuke Stormwind. Thanks for an excellent fight." Before he could say anything else, she was already up close, holding him securely so that he wouldn't try anything stupid... and biting his neck. He wasn't used to women at all, so that was easily the strangest thing that happened in this strange day. He had gone through fighting dead shit, getting out of the Ruins, seeing that massive beast crawl from the sea off in the distance, and a big ass shadow cover the whole city... and now he was getting a hicky from a person straight out of the storybooks right after they'd just tried to kill each other. It was over before he knew it: a strange ass end to one strange ass day.

"Thanks for the business!" With that, she didn't waste time in walking off and leaving Sasuke to continue leaning against the tree. It was plain she didn't really give a crap about him anymore, and Sasuke was okay with that. At least he could rest until the sun went down, knowing he'd get to live and fight another day.




Sasuke had already lost track of how much time he was sitting under that tree, but he knew it was time to move as fast as his legs could carry him. He had retrieved his sword as soon as he could and returned it to its sheath. If it could help him stand up to someone like that, it was definitely worth keeping at all costs. It was a sword truly worthy of a name, but he still couldn't come up with a good one for the life of him. Putting the matter off, he continued to press onwards and make up for the time lost getting his ass kicked back there.

He immediately continued following the river's course and set off to the west. Around halfway down, he followed a branching stream so that he could stick close to water as he headed deeper inland. He had walked for some three hours when he saw lights off in the distance: most likely, a campfire. He knew from personal experience that bandits didn't randomly light campfires this close to the road, which he was certain wasn't too far from their position. Steeling himself, he moved slowly to investigate, when he heard a voice off in the distance called out:

"Oi, you! Come out! We're all armed, and we're not afraid to kill you if you try anything funny!"

Clearly not a bandit. Way too nervous to be any sort of fighting man, either. He must be an actual survivor. Sasuke gave it a moment to think, and decided to take a chance with this stranger. True to his habit of not trusting others, though, he made sure he could whip out his sword at moment's notice. They were supposedly armed, after all. Whatever that meant.

"I'm not here to rob you. I'm Sasuke Stormwind. Are you a survivor from the Ruins as well?"

“Choose your path, or the Gods will screw you over by choosing it for you.”


Name: Sasuke Stormwind
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance:
On the rare occasion he isn't wearing his gear underneath, he looks very much like this (the one on the right). He prefers loose clothing for both comfort and as an easy way to take advantage of his slender fram to conceal armor and weapons underneath. His eyes appear to shift color according to mood, between hazel (with a slightly reddish tint), a greyish color, and blue-green. He’s got a rather dangerous profession, so he’s always suited up for the day when he either has to fight to save himself or move out on short notice. Too bad he’s had to do both at once.







I will not bow!
Back from the dead and interested in reprising my old character, from here:

role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?…

I'm quite rusty with how we had planned things the last go around, but I plan on fleshing this guy out as best I can before I'm once again comfortable with giving my char the green light to pull a Jesus.
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