Human Cleric of Wee Jas - Inactive
Zafirah awoke, still in great pain, as she heard the screaming out side her dungeon cell. She couldn’t remember how long she had been imprisoned nor could she remember the last time she had eaten.
Zafirah Eleanor was the daughter of the Baron Thealoeos of Ralsand and the Lady Carroalinae Agemeathnon. They were a prominent family of House Rax and sponsors of the Church of Pholtus , both these facts automatically made them enemies of the Prince of Ahlissa, South Province . Her mother knew it was a matter of time before the corrupt and decadent rulership of Ahlissa would move to suppress the family and seize their land and fortune. When the Prince moved on the holdings of Agemeathnon it was swift, violent and overwhelming. Her father and mother were killed outright and she did not see what happened to her siblings.
The cell door burst open and her tormenting jailer appeared once again, he stood and looked down upon her and then blood poured from his mouth and then he crumbled to the floor motionless. Appearing out of the darkness was what looked like a demon clad in black and covered with blood. “Well this is how I meet my end, I hope it’s swift,” Zafirah thought to herself.
The being moved toward her, lifted the visored helm, and then lifted her and moved back the cloak in which she was clad. It looked at her as if a man was looking to buy a hunting puppy. Then another being in black appeared and he did the same with his helmet. Finally a boy appeared, also dressed in black armor, he clutched something on his chest and closed his eyes, as he seemed to concentrate on her. Soon the boy nodded his head to the others. As the first being lifted her into his arms she noticed they all seemed to look alike but in different stages of life.
“Are we moving Pa,” the boy asked?
“Just as soon as you cure her a bit,” the oldest replied. Then the boy touched her and her pain seemed to go away and her legs seemed to mend.
“William you take point, Bobby your right behind him and I’ll be right behind you”, he whispered as they disappeared into the darkness.
She awoke once again to find herself being inspected by another knight. He smiled when she looked up at him. “You look just your Mom,” he said looking into her eyes and inspecting her hands. He continued, “We’ll have to get you out of here Miss, for your own safety, (House) Torquann and Darmen won’t take it too kindly the Ash boys knocking over one of their debtor prisons without as much as buy your leave.”
“I wish I could escort you personally out of here but I’m going to need every redneck with a pitchfork to deal with what’s coming up the road. Yep! Ol’ Torquann is going to send us a little greeting party to tell us how much they object to House Geraseth sashaying about in South Province land.”
“I have a few things for you. It’s not much…but heck as sweet as I and that big ugly fella out there were on your mother I figure it’s the least we could do. Now you put that stuff on and move and keep moving South and West. I think Keoland would be a good place for you to ride out all the unpleasantness that’s coming our way.”
The silence was broken when a man yelled into the room, “Baron! Torquann banners forming on the other side of the river!”
Zafirah could barely walk then she saw a mule pulling a small cart come up with Robert “Bobby” Ash driving it. The old Knight lifted her and laid her gently into the back of the cart. “Ol’ Leon sent his boy ‘Bobby’ to find a team of white horses and a grand carriage for you… but there is nothing wrong with a good mule with a stout heart,” he smiled at her. “Good Luck Girl…make your mother proud,” he finished.
She finally saw the place that was her refuge. She noticed that these knights and the castle were dirt poor. Every knight in Ahlissa had at least 4 horses. From the looks of things they didn’t even have one apiece.
As she left the small castle, she raised her head and saw the two other men that rescued her. The older one looked at her and took his helmet off and crossed it over his heart. She memorized his face. He didn’t have the traditional beard of Aerdian men, as matter of fact none of them had. They all had mustaches with long handles down their chins. These men were Almorian.
As she rumbled down the road she could hear the men from the old castle singing “Almor Forever”! Then she saw the young boy driving the little cart stand in the seat and look back as they continued away from the castle. She thought she saw him crying.