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Tyrsis Escalvone Kayaroqua
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Date Posted: 01/20/05 12:13:00pm Thu
In reply to:
Aphrodite
's message, "It hurts." on 01/20/05 10:38:02am Thu
Tyrsis stepped to Aphrodite, trusting Damuthca to handle the unruly warrior for a moment as she saw to her friend. The wound was deep, flowing eagerly with blood, barely suppressed as Tyrsis placed her hands over the wound and compressed it.
"I need a healer, immediatly." Tyrsis did not look up from the wound, did not pay heed to those that sought to attack her. "Bring one."
The command was spoken gentle, but forceful at once, an urgency in her tone stitched with her former position. A general giving a crucial command. Her attention refocused on the wyrdling until a healer arrived and she stepped aside to let him take her place. Ony then did she look at those that disapproved, studying the young faces and the few elderly amongst them.
"You don't like me." Her voice rose in volume, the intensity holding firm. "And I can't blame you for it. We grew up beleiving in justice, in sacrifice, and in honor. We were raised to beleive that everything in life was balanced. Those that did wrong, were punished. Those that did well, were praised. We grew up in tradition.
"We don't have time for tradition right now. Look around. The world is changing dimming from what it was when we were a whole people. Others have come, taking advantage of our division. It isn't a time to yell for mercy, nor is it a time to yell for justice. The world isn't balanced, it isn't perfect and it was never meant to be.
"If we want a tomorrow, we need to forget about now and fight for it. I won't take leadership from Damuthca, though does he ask it I will stand by his side until the end, however it comes. When we survive, we can discuss my exile, but the way we are going, we will end it ourselves before any enemy ever gets the chance."
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