Date: Nov 26
Note: Please allow for Vigilante and Savina to reply first, possibly also Claudius. If none of them have posted in three days, just go ahead.
Those leaving are the following: Maska Ahote, Dawali Amara, Chitsa Amara (NPC), Wematin Kuruk (NPC), Gvwalodi (NPC) and a couple of PNPC's. The members of the party are all mounted. Maska, Dawali and Wematin are bound.
Maska was not very comfortable with his situation. Once Ulilohi had arrived, he had been confident that she would make them understand his position. Vigilante and Savina, they were no less brutal than what they claimed him to be, rising over their subject like royalty. Maska had never done such a thing, for in his mind he had done everything in his power to right the erring ways of the people he had come here to observe. Certainly, it had never been his orders from Chief Aatu to assume leadership of the tribe, but how could he not? They did not understand the level of wrong he had come here and seen, how Dawali had pranced around with his ceremonial gown and eagle feathers twisted into his mane, calling himself Chief. Such blasphemous behavior! And yet the Amara was the only one sensible enough to recognise his generosity as he granted him life over death. To be left in a cell-like cabin, tied, three mere survivors of all the glory that had taken place here - it was saddening. What had AniWayan morals come to, when a member of the council he came from, whose orders he had taken, would not support him? He secretly suspected that she was eager to take his place, that it was appetence and not her morals were in charge. It would only befit this place, if that were the case. But, at least he knew that she would never name herself Chief. It was universal law that only the sacred beings, the Spirit Guides, could name a Chief. At least this lesson had been learnt, or so he thought.
He was lucky to be a fair rider in this situation. With his weakling legs, he had had to be, growing up. His hands were tied in front of him, and although he could easily break free of them using his teeth, he would not. They had come here to see him beaten, and here he was, put on display for all the hateful wretches to spit on, should they choose to do so. Dawali and Wematin sat atop horses next to him, and the "occupant leaders" were here. Maska stared with a cold gaze at Ulilohi who stood nearby and said nothing at this injustice. They seemed to accept her, and he could only imagine what lies she had to have filled their heads with.
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