No shame in it.

[blessedwithlove]

Its omnipresence was still daunting.

Even as its grip slackened, the Greater Will still dominated the land. The golden light of the Erdtree illuminated Limgrave day and night. Turn your back to it, and you would see its children, mere seedlings that towered over all but their progenitor. Cast your eyes down, and you would see a Tree Sentinel patrolling astride his horse. Twice the size of a lowborn knight, clad all in gilt finery.

There was scarcely a tree in the Lands Between without a golden cast to its leaves. Blessed with Grace-given life, said the Golden Order. Autumnal, said others. The end of a millennial season.

It was little wonder that the Tarnished were still captivated. Without a more intimate knowledge of the Lands Between, they saw only the Erdtree's radiance, not the bare and dying branches. They flocked toward it like moths.

What fools they were. Intelligent, some of them, but fools all the same. Generations of hatred and scorn upheld by the Two Fingers, and now they answered the call to service? How could one be so delusional as to think the Golden Order would truly welcome them home with love?

No. They were being used, and he felt no shame in doing the same. Those who stayed loyal were fitting sacrifice, providing the materials he needed to guide the doubting toward truth.

And then there were the particularly hapless. That last girl and her companions, good heavens. He'd almost wanted to follow them, just to spectate. But he had his calling to attend to. Tarnished sailing from the west found the beaches of Limgrave the only place to row ashore, and they all passed by the statue-topped monument of the Fringefolk Hero's Grave. He had his pick of them all here, and sent them off toward the brooding walls of Stormveil Castle. Lords, vassals, rich and wretched alike. They came to take the measure of the hills beyond, and to rest at its Site of Grace.

The pallid little thing swirled and danced, leaving uncomfortably moving afterimages on the eyes if one stared too long. But it was warm enough at night to almost render a fire superfluous, and it warded off the beasts that stalked and soared over the lowlands to the south. Even the Tree Guardian kept a respectful distance, the brainlessly devout pillock.

After years of bloody toil in war, sleeping in the dirt beside a symbol of everything he rejected wasn't that much of a hardship. Though on nights when rain blew up from the Weeping Lands or the sea air took on a particular chill, he was forced to retreat into the entrance to the grave itself. There were the occasional noises deep below, the senile mutterings of deathless nobility trapped in the subterranean graveyard. None of them had yet figured out how to operate the lift, and he doubted any of them would.

He couldn't decide if they were the unlucky ones, or if that honor went to the desiccated starveling pinned to a martyr's bough outside on the hill. It barely ever lifted its head, and fortunately, it hadn't voiced an opinion about anything in days. He was no longer a merciful and compassionate war surgeon, but if that thing interrupted his speech to a Tarnished again, he'd find that old mercy within himself and tear it to pieces. Perhaps he'd do it anyway, save him the trouble later.

Ah, no. That would have to wait. He could hear something coming.

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[orokid]

Her eyes went wide for a moment, and then her gaze softened, a little look of admiration flooding her features. Like her, she was sure not many people would ever expect something like that from the man before her.

"Are there many of your order left?" If she heard them, was around them, she was sure she'd be able to tell Varré apart from them. Not that she'd want to have to try. And she had to wonder if they'd be half as kind to her as he had been.

"If you're up to it, I'd love to hear more."

[blessedwithlove]

Oh, she understood. He could barely contain his pride. It didn't matter that he'd known her so briefly, she was such a perfect child. "Only a few. We left the war together."

He clasps his hands in his lap, fidgeting as he often did. "Our compassion was not restrained to those we served. We stopped the hearts of all that suffered, ally and enemy alike." He could understand the why his colleagues now extended that mercy to all. The war was so all-consuming, there were none now without wounds. Why not bleed those that malingered, especially when their sacrifice would nurture the Divinity?

He'd once sworn that he'd bleed the Lands dry if called upon to do so. But that was not his role to play. "You would appreciate the daggers we wielded, I'm sure of it." Perhaps he should return to the Mausoleum again. Ayatan certainly deserved a better weapon than some rust-bitten blade.

[orokid]

The more he said, the more she could admire him and his order. There were a few Tenno who had done that in the old war but she wasn't one of them. Not back then but she wished she had.

"I wouldn't mind seeing some of them." Maybe she should sketch out the blades she was used to. Once they were somewhere more secure and comfortable. And she could try training her body back up without worrying about her wounds opening back up.

"Do you still use them? Or are you mostly looking after people like me who get themselves into trouble?"

[blessedwithlove]

"Perhaps at some other time. I'm afraid mine's been set aside," He pulls the small knife from his belt, the point kept turned away from Ayatan with a practiced grace. "For the simple tasks, this is enough." But this settled it. She should have a miséricorde of her own.

"For the greater work, I was gifted something more precious, to act in its stead."

He was almost giddy now, the mania held in check only by a tenuous grasp on responsibility. "You should see it. But I would hate to draw it without need. What beauty this world holds should be treated with respect."

[orokid]

"May I?" She didn't reach out to take the knife but she did raise her hand with some eagerness. Just looking at it she could tell it was fine craftsmanship and well cared for. Nothing like the blades granted the Tenno assassins but no less deadly or beautiful in its design.

It absolutely made her wonder more about what other weapons he wielded. As much as she didn't want unnecessary bloodshed, she did want to see.

"Someday then. I'd want to protect the lingering beauty too." No, wait- "I do want to."

[blessedwithlove]

He holds out the knife invitingly. "Oh, go on." He'd normally never hand it to another, but... well, of course this was different!

"I have no doubt you'll see it. We'll be traveling much further, after all." That was so obvious, it barely needed saying.

[orokid]

That was all she needed before taking the knife in hand, testing the weight of it and trying a few simple knife tricks with it, flipping it into a reverse grip once or twice.

Already it felt better than the one she'd found and she could see why he used this so simple tasks. And then, careful not to cut herself, she touched the blade to feel how sharp it was before offering it back.

"I don't think you need to hear it from me but it's definitely a good blade. I would have kept it on me in the old war." Ayatan couldn't help the little look of longing the weapon got.

[blessedwithlove]

Oh, that look. He mustn't be indulgent, not to that extent! No matter what good use she might make of the blade.

He glanced up to the sky again. The eternal golden light on the clouds was just beginning to take on a reddish tinge. "Dawn breaks. We should make for the nearest safe Grace and heal you, dear one. And while I cannot yet give you a blade, I have a gift waiting there for you."

[orokid]

A gift.

Some part of her, a part she'd left on the Zariman, wanted to hug him. It was easy to resist it, even now, but she was obviously touched.

"This one will do, I don't mind it. It just takes a bit more thought to use it well, with the shape its in." Poor thing, left to rust away until now. She couldn't imagine letting her weapons fall into such disrepair.

"And I have my amp."

[blessedwithlove]

Pleasant thoughts for the future were all well and good, but that reply him back down to practical matters. "Oh, I should have offered you a whetstone. My thoughts have been so scattered."

He retrieves his from his belt, holding it out. "Perhaps we'll find you something better soon. In the meanwhile, please, take it." If it needed sharpening, well, he could contain his excitement for a little while longer.

[orokid]

Luckily for both of them, she was good with sharpening her blades properly and quickly. If he were alive, Teshin would have lectured her for letting this one go even for a little while. It might not end up as good as new but it was better.

“That ought to be good for now. Thanks.” She offered the whetstone back with a faint smile. Later on she could invest in one of her own. And better gear, now that her suit was torn up from the Night’s Cavalry.

That would definitely benefit from Varré’s input, since she could do with a lighter armor.

[blessedwithlove]

While Ayatan worked, he did what little he needed to prepare. Re-tie his wrap, and excuse himself for a moment to eat a portion of dried meat while he fixed his hair. It was starting to come undone under all the layers, and he would not have it falling in his eyes today. It was overdue to be combed out as well, but that could wait. He simply ran his fingers through his hair to tame the worst of it, then put everything back in its place.

He returned just as she was finishing up. "Good. These hills are often quiet, but we may yet have need of it before we reach the Grace. Be on the lookout for hunting parties--Godrick's men have a few dogs with them still." There were wild animals here, and the soldiers closer to the wall were poorly supplied. They'd take whatever they could kill.

"We may be able to take advantage of them and save the trouble of hunting ourselves. In the meantime, dried meat will have to suffice." He held out a portion to her. He'd traded for it some days ago, bland, cheap, and on its way to the dusty grave. He'd been providing only for himself, and he needed little.

[orokid]

Dried meat? It beat what she was used to eating and the occasional meal she'd grab on Cetus. It was an acquired taste, Ostron cuisine, but she hadn't managed to acquire it herself.

"Beats nutrition cubes." She wasn't going to be ungrateful, accepting it and chewing on a bit of it for a minute while she slipped the knife into her belt and adjusted her amp before throwing her pack over her shoulder.

"I can catch the dogs off-guard, so they won't alert the soldiers." It did give her the thought of investing in a bow later though. Slipping into the void probably wouldn't always be the best choice and it could start to wear on her after awhile. "I'll get a bow next time I see a merchant."

[blessedwithlove]

He glanced up from dousing their campfire. Nutrition cubes? What had this poor thing been eating? "I suppose it must do." The name sounded revolting enough.

Their minimal little camp broken, he turned to the southwest and set off, taking a different path than he'd followed to find Ayatan, just to be safe. "They'll bring their crossbows with them for the hunt. Perhaps we can find one in good repair."

[orokid]

Protein cubes hadn't been... terrible. Although, compared to real food now, she'd definitely take this over anything she had on her Orbiter or back on the Zariman.

"Keeps you going." She might have had a bit more muscle on her if she'd ever really eaten anything different but her family hadn't really been very high in Orokin society. Or they wouldn't have ended up going to Tau.

It was easier now to move around, jog, and generally keep up with Varré after a day and some stretching. Ayatan had genuinely forgotten how good it felt to spend time outside of a Warframe.

There was a quiet nod and she considered the easiest way to ensure they found one in good shape. Between them both, it shouldn't be impossible, she figured.

"Thank you, again. For looking after me and helping me."

[blessedwithlove]

He brought a have to his chest at the words of gratitude. "Oh, I do appreciate it, but how could I not? Dear thing, I couldn't imagine it." She was going to be one of them. There really was no other way this could end.

It wasn't long before he heard something, saw a hint of movement up ahead, and dropped into a crouch.

It took a moment to find it again behind the bracken and underbrush. A deer. It saw their movement as well, and froze.

A mistake on its part. A crossbow bolt hit the creature so hard, the point pierces through to the other side. It fell to the ground, not dead, but that might not last. There were more noises now, rough voices calling from out of sight.

He glanced over to Ayatan, silently gesturing his intent--circle around, remaining in cover. She might be able to turn herself invisible, but he was not so blessed. He needed to get in closer, moving with practiced stealth.

Not that it would change the outcome of this, either, it would simply be more tidy. Godrick's fools didn't stand a chance.

[orokid]

She would be, even if she had no idea yet. What Varré had told her and shown her, it was hard to deny the appeal. And this world did need help.

There was a moment where she just stared in awe at how the crossbow bolt tore through the deer. She'd been trained in older weapons and more modern for the sake of war and duty, but she'd never thought to see one as effective as Zhuge or Attica here.

At the gesture, she gave a silent nod and crouched as well. After a few moments, she slipped into the Void, feeling a dull resistance run through her as if to remind her to actually rest.

One soldier was near enough that she was able to void dash over to him and onto his shoulders, clamping a hand over his mouth as she slid out of the void to slit his throat.

[blessedwithlove]

Now that he was alert, the details of bloodshed around them came into focus. Deer blood, full of panic, the pervasive tinge of blood-rust on poorly-kept blades telling him where their quarry lay, and a new flowering of men's blood, unremarkable and yet beautiful all the same. She'd moved so quickly to the kill! He'd have to match her enthusiasm.

He matched the tempo of the soldier's footsteps, selecting another straggler. Oh mother of the true Lord, accept this meager wound, and deliver this spilled blood unto the Divinity. His knife cut the air itself as he raised it in one precise motion, a brief gleam of bloodflame flickering on its edge, and bursting into a full flame in the soldier's throat, burning his voice to nothing. Human and God blood, mingled in sacrifice.

It illuminated the edges of the wound so beautifully, as he caught the body and lowered it to the ground. But he only spared it a glance--his focus was already shifting to his next offering.

[orokid]

It was surprisingly easy to slip back into a more stealthy approach to killing. After years of rushing into combat with her warframe, she thought she'd forget some of the skills she'd learned.

Although, the Orokin were more lax, easier targets, no armor. And that added a layer of excitement that she wasn't used to but tried explaining away as this being her choice to involve herself in now, that she wanted to make sure Varré didn't have to worry about too many soldiers. Definitely not to make him proud though.

No.

A slip back into the void soon brought her to the next and a hound alongside him. She bit her lip before finding a rock to throw into nearby bushes, drawing the dog away for a quick kill before sneaking behind the soldier to slip her knife through the back of his neck.

[blessedwithlove]

Beast and human blood mingling in the air. He hadn't even heard a yelp from either. Beautiful work, that enlivened him all the more.

They'd taken the vanguard and stragglers, leaving only the diffuse knot of soldiers in the main hunting party. Three in particular were sticking close. Besides them, there were only a few left, he could see them as well. Closer to where Ayatan was killing. He'd draw their attention as well, then, give her more of an opening.

He came in from behind the trio, moving quickly. Aiming for arteries. Inner thigh for the first. The next one began drawing his sword, giving him an opening to drive the blade into the armpit.

By the time he'd pulled it free, the third one is circling around his bleeding compatriots, preparing to attack. He danced backward, maneuvering the man into position, so that all three stood before him. Oh lesser lights, sparks that may yet catch fire.

A searing blast of flame split the air in front of him, the soldiers neatly caught in its center. He leapt in through the smoke to finish off the final one, the other two already crumpling. Shouts from the remaining soldiers told him he'd done as intended. And he'd even get a chance to see what Ayatan did to them. How lovely!

[orokid]

For a moment, she couldn't help the burst of panic in her chest at the sight of Varré taking on three of the soldiers but that panic, as she watched, gave way to a bit of awe. More than a bit, really. She'd never actually had the chance to see how others worked and Varré's skill was admirable.

Now she could hear the shouts of other soldiers though, and her eyes flicked toward the sound.

She grabbed one of the fallen swords, making a face at how it felt in her hand before darting off towards the shouts. The swords weight was more bearable in the void, even if it took a bit more energy now to stay in, but she didn't need it long. Since they didn't see her coming before the sword suddenly tore through one soldiers chest and through his heart, it gave her an opening to fire her amp into anothers face. It wasn't the most graceful death but it was quick.

Leaving her to either slip back into the void, an option she chose to save her energy for, or leap up onto the next soldier to stab downwards into his chest with her knife. It was messy but quick.

[blessedwithlove]

She seemed to appear just as the blade pierced the first man, the next rendered horribly faceless by her incantation. The final one toppled under her enthusiastic attack.

Blood and death, joyously offered up. He snuffed out the bloodflame on his knife and returned it to his belt so that he could applaud. "What a display! I only regret I missed so much of it."

She'd killed without hesitation, taking first blood. He'd worried before, when she'd talked of nobility and honor. But his fears were assuaged now. "And with such poor weaponry besides. You simply must have a better blade."

[orokid]

She was a little breathless after but she couldn't help but smile at the praise, pulling her knife free and wiping the blood off in the grass and drying it on her pants. Some part of her wished she could share the void with him somehow but she'd seen what it had done to the adults on the Zariman. With his skill though, maybe it wouldn't have driven him mad like the others.

"I've used shards of glass before, when things were really desperate." Not like Melica had needed bits of her screen after the jump. "We used whatever we could on the Zariman."

She would never say no to a better weapon though.

[blessedwithlove]

Zariman? That's a new name, among many she's spoken of as if one should know them. "You'll have to tell me more, as we see to these bodies." They'd start with hers first, so he could get a closer look at what she'd done to them.

"One of them was about your build, I should think. And the rest may have supplies." With the blood still warm and thick in the air, there's no hefting needed to turn over bodies, checking their pockets and weapons for anything of use. So much of life in the Lands Between was spent picking over bodies, old, new, literal, and figurative.

[orokid]

"I'll try not to bore you."

Then again, nothing about the jump incident could really have been called boring. Not for the kids left behind.

She followed along with Varré, setting her bag down for them to store anything too bulky to carry easily. While searching the bodies, she tried to think of what to tell him but condensing millenia of experience...

"Did you want to know about the Zariman or how I learned to fight?" Or anything else, he was welcome to ask her anything he wanted, at this point.