Faction Litanies of the Dark Side: Spoils of War

[Valia Muqai]

Valia furrowed her brow at Hyara's strange interest on the one particular wound on her chest. To her, it didn't seem any different from the others beyond its location on her chest, perhaps it was supposedly another fatal blow that failed to kill her, which wouldn't surprise Valia at all, considering her in odd inability to die which she had long noticed.

She stared at Hyara with utter confusion drawn across her face. The entire situation she had found herself in was bizarre enough that it made Valia wondered if she was still some sort of Sith sorcery that was making her see soldiers speaking a foreign language and appearing oddly similar to herself. She distrusted their aid, only accepting it as she had no alternative. To resist and fight back felt as if it would sink her further then.... a thought she hadn't had before, after spending so long fighting against the will of the Dark Crusade, having her will and morals eroded so thoroughly. Valia well and truly felt utterly lost in a way she couldn't describe, it was quite obvious to anyone paying attention to her expressions and body language. Hyara's words only intensified the feeling even further.

"The man was..." Valia realized she hadn't asked for his name, neither he asked for hers, only vaguely recalling what the woman, Theocha was her name, had addressed him as. "That woman, Theocha was it, addressed him as Lord Hegemon. The one in the bronze armor and red crest on his helmet. Never learned his name." She assumed that Hyara would illuminate her on that soon enough.

"And ride what exactly?"

 

[Hyara Hemstagon]

Hyara chuckled when she mentioned the way Theocha called the man. She covered her mouth with her palm, as her eye rolled up.

"Oh, thats the big boss man. He's with the Alcademons. Fancy bronze and all. Partypooper." she shrugged. "He ain't not with us cool bunch. Alcademons are all about show and not too much of skill. You might see him in the Harvest. Though I wouldn't hold my breath. Partypooper..." she shook her head.

She leaned back, her head resting on the crate, amidst a sea of pale braids, spreading like snakes towards all directions.

When Valia asked, at last, Hyara turned her head back to her, as if shocked by the inquiry.

"You kidding." she exclaimed. "You haven't gone on a Hound before? Girl, I dunno what you've been doing" she shook her head, returning her focus up once again. "But that ain't life...."

She went silent for a few breaths, as if daydreaming had intervened her trail of thought.

"You get to see it all. Revel in the thrill. No rules. No laws. Just...." she shook her shoulders.

"You gonna love it on the Imvonvol. Well... Till you get used to the smell... Oh, those maggots smell like -crap-... I don't allow none on my tower! Just me and the boys are enough to run the big lady. But first!"

She lifted herself up, shaking her shoulders along the elbow, as if mimicking a strange form of dance...

"We gonna get some Harvest fun, right?"

 

[Valia Muqai]

Valia continued to stare at Hyara with a look that only continued to indicate her persisting confusion at what was being discussed. She understood that the man that spared and took her was the one in charge, or one of the ones in charge. It was difficult to fully determine when all she had to go off from were the nigh cryptic messages of Hyara and Theocha, though Valia figured it was a safe assumption from how the Lord Hegemon carried himself.

"Look... I have no idea what you're or anyone else is talking about." Valia said, her hands held out for emphasis. "I don't know why everyone here assumes I just know everything when I don't! What do you mean by riding what? What is an Imvonvol? What the hell is this Harvest thing? None of this makes sense and I especially don't know why I am even here."

She huffed, slumping back against a crate. Once again feeling the ache of fatigue go through her. "Never even heard of whatever an Athysian League is, never even heard of the language everyone here speaks."