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This lazy agricultural settlement rests on the swampy shores of the Middle Suvan at the delta of The Kenash River. The River's slow moving bayou waters have bred a different sort of people - rugged, cultured, and somewhat violent. Sprawling plantations of tobacco and cotton grow on the outskirts of the swamp in the rich Cyphrus soils, while the city itself curls around the bayou and spawns decadence and sins of all sorts. Life is slower in Kenash, but the lack of pace is made up for in the excesses of food and flesh in a city where drinking, debauchery, gambling, slavery, and overbearing plantation families dominate the landscape.
Vart barely held back the comment about how a slap to the cheek wasn't really disproving the fact he was queer. But he didn't really want to get banged around even more after the escape, his arm was still bleeding and he didn't want to add a head injury from an enraged reg. He had a feeling that when they where through with him he would have some more notches on his skin anyway. They didn't seem like the soft types.
Then she started to talk, talk about what the rujaro where. Breaking the chains that those worthless dynasty shykes put on them. Thinking money and land made them better then the rest, a man shouldn't be in chains. Even rotting in the gutter was better in Vart's sunbertian mind then being a well fed slave. He balled his fists and scowled. Thinking back how those damned lorak burnt that mark of them in his face. How they chained him up and tried to break him with hard work. They were offering a chance to get back at those petchers for it. He didn't care that they were just a bunch of ill organized thugs. His entire hometown was a bunch of ill-organized thugs and they still got things done at times.
“I want to see Kenash and those damned dynasty brats and whoever keeps them on top Dead and burned to the ground.” He said in a low voice after the woman was done talking. “Don't care how, don't care who does it and if I can help even a bit with that then I'm gonna give that help. I don't care what I gotta do to see that happen. I'm going to do it with a smile on my face if it ends up with them hurt or dead at the end of the day.” He grabbed the woman's offered hand in a firm grip. “I'm in. Just tell me what to do to get in and I'll do it.” He said without hesitation. Sure they could be lying out of their arses. But really, what would be the point of it? They had the brands on their faces. They talked with pure hatred towards the dynasties. It was really unlikely they tried to sell him back to them.
The slave's reaction to Cass' words visibly astounded her, a chuckle escaping her lips as her eyebrows arched high to her forehead. The woman crouched low, reaching deep into the swamp water and pulling from it a handful of mud. She pressed forward, slapping her silt-laden hand against his chest and slathering the mass against the slave's ragged shirt, then raising the remainder to press lines to his face, dirtying the slave's already wet and messy face with mud. The silt streaked across his face as both Reg and Gall moved from behind the slave, both, in unison, taking a branch from a tree and splitting it apart, rending it from the tree as Gall sat on the ground.
The silent Rujaro produced a knife, slicing at the wood, forming it into the shape of a short spear before stabbing it into the floor next to the slave. Cass motioned to the crude weapon, "Take it before it gets too wet. Wood soaks up and weakens in the swamp waters. We're going to leave, scum. Don't follow us. Just survive. Survive seven days in the swamp, and we'll come find you. If you're dead, we'll pick your corpse n' give ya a proper burial. If you're gone, then good riddance to your pansy ass. But if you live, we'll get you and take ya to the camp. Then..."
A grin materialized upon the female Rujaro's features as she spoke out her last words to the slave,
"The fun begins. Live, slave. We'll find you."
The Rujaro spent several moments looking over the slave, as if gauging his mettle before they stepped into the weave of trees. A chime would pass, and if Vart decided to follow, the trio would seemed to have vanished into the darkness of the trees.
Vart didn't really see the point of why she was marking him with mud of the swamp. He was already covered in it. He grabbed the crude wooden spear. A determined look in his eyes. He wasn't going to die in this swamp. He wasn't going to die at all without taking a few dynasty brats with him at the very least. He wasn't going to turn tail and run. He was going to prove to those bastards that living seven day's in this swamp was something he could do. He had food in his backpack and plenty of equipment. He had some experience in living in the swamps as well. This was just going to be a case of keeping himself occupied for seven days, keep the leeches of him, find a dry spot to set up the tent and hope that the dynasts didn't send out a search party for a single slave. He really hoped not. But just to be safe, going deeper into the swamp might be a good idea.
“You won't just find me. You'll find me alive.” He said with determination. Their idea of fun wasn't really in line with his, but he would be living in these swamps until either he died or till the dynast were all gone. He better had to get used to living in the filthy swamps. He watched the woman and her two cohorts leave before he turned around and went deeper into the swamp. Using the crude spear as a walking stick to keep himself upright in the swampy underground. Checking for potholes or anything else that could let him fall down into the muck as he made his way through. First thing first, finding a dry spot too set up camp for the moment.
Temporary Perk: Mud Camouflage: Predators will have a harder time finding you by sense of smell for two days. This lends nothing to sound or sight camouflage.
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by Vart on May 15th, 2014, 11:58 pm 