Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-3293219-20141014162754

"Heh... Good thing I didn't take a peek then..." Azarath grumbled, looking off to his left.

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(This one's a little longer than usual, I was hoping to build up a little more suspense. :P)

Robin jumped down, off of the carriage; they stopped for a second to do a double take on the path to their left, to make sure that it was still the same one...

The Breton shivered as the biting cold cut through their clothes, it made them think about their choice in clothing as the cotton shirt that they were wearing was nice but it didn't protect the Breton from the cold and it certainly won't protect them from arrows or a blade. Still, the Tribal pressed on, stomping their way up the path and hoping to find their way 'home.'

The trek was quite difficult for Robin, even though they had done it a million times, it seemed a lot harder of a journey than it was previously. It was like the path went on for miles, when in reality, it was but a few hundred yards at best. Perhaps it was the cold of the sheer reluctance to go back to their people and receive another beating, perhaps it was, because Robin feared their death.

Robin's Father was vengeful and spiteful, a dangerous combination by anyone's standards, stopping Odin from getting what he wanted wasn't enough, they would also have to stop him from exacting revenge on Robin, for not getting what he wanted. He would honestly go out of his way just to kill Robin and destroy their future with Aia, just out of spite and Robin knew how difficult it would be to stop him. It was, because of their fear that they began to think about Aia, about Ren, the two closest things that they'd ever had or will ever have to a family and Aia was truly the greatest thing in their life and now Odin was going to try and take it away.

It was then that Robin stopped and all feelings of self sympathy stopped as they clenched their fists in rage. Odin had taken their childhood from them, he'd taken their self confidence, their love for life and they even planned to take their heart but that's where it would end. Robin had made this new life for themselves, they found Ren and Aia in this world of strangers, they found their place in the world and it was their right to keep it.

Robin would be damned if Odin was even going to attempt to take it from her now!

The Breton seemed to get one hell of a bounce to her step, she ran into the fray, getting ready to give Odin a piece of her mind and a taste of her fist before she unleashed Asiv's people onto him and finally saw him die. It was the only outcome that she would accept, the only one that she would be satisfied with.

As Robin charged on ahead, she began to notice an orange glow in the distance, she didn't react meaningfully to it and continued to sprint towards it, ready to intercept whatever was waiting for her at the end of the path. As they got closer, it appeared that a single figure, clearly not Odin, had come out to meet them and escort them back to the village.

It seems that Robin was expected...

"Karliah?" The voice called out, she recognised it as Kellen, Odin's apprentice and official lap dog, a snivelling weasel of a boy who never had the faintest hint of a spine his whole life. It was fitting that he had been sent to collect her; he usually handled the filth...

"Yes..." Robin replied, not even dignifying him with more response than what was necessary.

"Your Father sensed that you were coming and he sent me to collect you and take you back to the camp."

"I know that, Kellen. He wouldn't have sent you here to tell me to turn back, would he?" Robin sighed; him trying to be nice was even more infuriating than when he was being his usual self.

Kellen looked insulted as he usually took himself quite seriously, Gods know why, the boy was a joke but still, whether it made sense or not, it was always a good exploit for Karliah to get back at him with. The Breton sighed and shook his head as he turned around, oblivious to the fact that he was probably being watched from every angle...

"Right, follow me then..." He replied, marching on ahead and leading Robin back to her village, where she would have her final confrontation with her father.

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Karliah's 'homecoming' didn't appear to be well anticipated, the village was completely deserted, she would have assumed that everyone was in their tents, keeping themselves safe from Odin's evil, perverted daughter but there were no lights on inside the home, no sign of life at all. It was as if everyone had been evacuated but if that was the case, why did they leave their tents behind?

The Tribal didn't like this one bit, it was beginning to carry the familiar sent of a set up but, even knowing this, Karliah couldn't back down now. A set up would serve as the perfect distraction, a trap, within a trap, her only hope was that Asiv could save her before it was too late...

The only tent that had been lighten up was Odin's it was glowing orange, clearly indicating that powerful flame was illuminating it from the inside. Several Forsworn warriors and a few archers guarded its entrance and Kellen joined their ranks, stopping in front of them and turning back towards Karliah.

"Odin will see you now..." He informed her, remaining as still as a statue, he had clearly been promoted from lap dog to guard dog, which seemed to give him a bit of pride, completely oblivious to the fact that he is still a dog at the end of the day.

Karliah nodded in recognition, though it was more out of habit than courtesy as she often did exchange pleasantries to avoid conflict; she had no respect for Kellen. The Breton pushed past him and made her way towards her Father's tent, lifting up the flap and slowly revealing his tent, which had been cleared of all furniture but a table and a circular rug with several patterns on it. Her Father, Odin, stood at the center of the room, with his tree trunk-like arms folded and staring her down with a hateful gaze.

A vacuum was created as father and daughter stood, alone, face to face, neither of them seemingly knew what they would do next and until they would figure it out, time would continue to freeze...

Though they felt extremely uncomfortable, Karliah was the first to break the silence, stepping forward and clearing her throat as she began to speak, feeling like Odin was just waiting to shoot her down.

"You sent for me... Why?"

Odin continued to stand on the spot, staring at her for a few moments as he intensified his brow, he hadn't expected her to speak so quickly, her tone was a lot more assertive. It seemed that his daughter had grown a spine...

"You know why, the future of our ways are jeopardy and you are the key to saving it..." Odin replied, only his mouth moved, nothing else did, not even his eyes as they continued to stare her down.

"Father, I told you, I'm useless to you now, I'm infertile!"

"I know but amazingly, you are of some use to me after all..." Odin explained, nodding from side to side as several Forsworn tribals emerged from their hiding places and began to advance on Karliah.

"You may still be able to save this clan..."

Karliah reached for her knife but was quickly grabbed from behind by two tribals, who must have been waiting by the door, the two of them quickly forced her to her knees as the others stepped aside, revealing Odin's giant-like figure as it marched on over to her. The Breton girl looked up, despite the fact that her situation had taken a turn for the worse, she still had that fire in her eyes and that same determination.

"I'm not saving this clan, it can rot for all I care!" Karliah received a backhand to the face, which almost knocked her to the floor as Odin punished her for her lack of respect. He returned his hand to his side and clenched a fist, ready to use it in the event of another outburst, like that.

"This tribe birthed you, it raised you, it fed that ungrateful little mouth of yours that you use to condemn it!" Odin 'reminded' her, kneeling down in front of her and bringing his thumb and fourth finger to her chin, gently grazing it with the two.

"Now it is time that you give back to it..." He whispered, with a wicked grin. Karliah, fuelled by rage, spat right in his face, most of the spit went straight into Odin's eye only aggravating him further as he grabbed it and stumbled back, trying to wipe it off. Several Tribals came rushing over to him, handing him a selection of rags, to wipe his face with, which he quickly snatched and scrubbed all over his face before turning back to his daughter and storming over to her.

"Insolent bitch!" He roared, grabbing her by the head, with his almighty bear-like paw and punching her in the stomach two or three times, it would have been painful enough on its own but Robin was still recovering from the last beating she took from him and just those three punches was like going through the whole thing, all over again.

Her Father, blinded by rage, spun around, still holding onto her and threw her across the room, the Breton girl landed in a heap on the floor, crying out in pain as they rolled along, towards the table...

The Shaman stood there on the spot, both fists clenched, muscles rippling, covered in sweat and panting heavily as he recovered from his enraged outburst. He stood there, watching over her limp body, looking for any signs of movement, so that he could stamp on her again and put a stop to it but she seemed to be either out of it or too weak to do anything right now.

After taking a second or two to calm down, he turned back to his men and nodded to them, they marched forward and picked up Karliah's broken body and began to lift it, placing her on the table.

"Let the ritual begin..." The Shaman whispered, drawing a ceremonial knife from his hand.

