[Greenclaw Missing Soldier Event]
It was easier than Grant had thought it would be.
The knives had been sharpened so they cut through the throats like butter. While he never much cared for the sight of a gaping neck wound, it was the fastest most efficient way. They'd sent Purple in to grab a few of the prettier ones, the large broad Kulshedra had proven to be a good pet and had simply... Bonked two of them on the head before smashing in the face of another. Grant chuckled to himself while he picked his teeth with a shard of bone, digging through the group's pack for things worth selling. They'd lost the wavy haired one earlier though he'd made sure to wave the knife around tell them running away gets them killed, even went so far as to wiping the eyegoo and blood off on the blonde kid's pants. Right on the thigh, on the top so he could look at it.
Maybe that one was lost? Blondie. Grant stood up and stretched at his spot leaning against a tree, glancing at the sky. Ah well, maybe if he was a virgin he'd go for a bit extra since he was all pretty and tanned but still had the pretty gold hair. He licked his teeth again and rolled his shoulders.
The three they still had, Blondie, BabyFace and Blue Eyes were tied up. Hands bound behind their backs, thighs and feet tied together for the break. Cassen was on watch and Grant could see how much waiting and watching was irritating him. Purple was in charge of feeding them and for such a giant guy he was surprisingly gentle. Something Grant would have to cure him of eventually. Maybe after they passed off the three kids to their new owners.
They hadn't moved very far yet, maybe a mile or two away from the original campsite where they'd all been ripe for the picking. Titus swears there were ten people in the group but... Grant only saw nine which meant that Titus was an idiot who couldn't fucking count. Korminic stretched, rubbed his thumb through his dark beard and glared at the packs Grant had been picking through lazily. It was enough rations to last them a while but it was heavy and he didn't want to carry them.
"Titus," Korminic yelled to the dark haired tanned man, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared, "Do we really need all of this shit? I looked through it and half of it is garbage clothing. I ain't fuckin' gonna change their clothes, so why do we need it?"
Titus shrugged before he began to go through the the bags that weren't rations. Keepsakes were pocketed and he pulled out a little heart shaped locket, chuckling at the small carving of a spider on the front. "This yours, Baby Face? You like them eight legged?" Korminic gave a cackle before placing it in his pocket, a few more things were tucked away before he kicked the bag over and deemed the things inside it either too small to fit or not good enough to use as a come rag.
"Have you finished fuckin' feeding them yet?" Grant snarled to Purple who looked up hastily, eyes up for a moment before looked down and away.
"No," He whispered, a deep soft noise. Purple was a large man. A Kulshedra. His hair was long and dark, shining purple. Hair back in a loose braid - easy to grab and catch. The lower half of his face was covered in a muzzle of sorts, he could still talk but there'd be no way he could open his mouth to it's full throat biting potential. Where he'd once had scales there were deep discolored scars, clearly having been skinned. His tail was stubby and wrapped in bandages, the end of the bandages stained with old blood.
"Well fuckin' hurry it up, we gotta get moving. Korminic, we have what, two? three days? To get to the wagon?" Grant snarled, glaring at Purple while he spoke. Korminic nodded before he daintily ate a piece of dried apple he'd found in a ration pack, giving a delighted hum at the taste. He'd never had it before.
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"Alright Purple, that's enough. Get 'em up and let's get going. I got shit to sell." Grant barked. Then the ropes were removed and the three Greenclaws had a bandit guiding them along, a hand tight around their bicep, a knife placed at the ribs, easy to sink in and pierce the lungs. A threat to all should one try to move. A lesson learned from when Avalaton managed to get free and die for it. Now, if one gets free, the other two die.
Or at least that was the idea.
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Summary - The Greenclaws have been tied up are/were in a daze and in shock by
four large bandits and
one large Kulshedra slave. It's mid morning the day
after the ambush. Their friends are dead and the remaining three are tied up. If they struggle they'll be bound tighter. They are not blinded and while being fed they are not gagged. If they scream they will be ignored.
Purple Has been going between Daxten, Kesrel and Sincuvo and has been
hand feeding them. They have been given enough jerky and water to remain 'healthy' but not over fed they will probably still be hungry. When he can get away with it, he attempts gentle touches to their heads and necks. If they are kind, there's a faint purring and kind eyes. If they are not, he simply does his job.
The Greenclaws are roped together always at the waist and right thigh and left foot.
Daxten "Blondie" has been hit in the head. He has a lump above his
right temple from when he was bashed in the head and is at the end of the three man line, Grant has also cleaned off his dagger on Daxten's pants, leaving a smear of Avalaton's blood and what eyebits may have gotten on it.
Kesrel "Blue Eyes" has a wound at the back of his head that had been bleeding but has since crusted/oozed over. He's in the middle of the line.
Sincuvo "Baby Face" has a bruise along his cheek bone and a black eye on the
left side. He is at the front of the line.
Okay. Go!
@Paladienne @nephero @ GoblinFae