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Vivian wiped the sweat clear from her face as she rested the head of the axe against the stump at which she was chopping firewood. Heaving a deep sigh, she leaned forward and picked up a piece of wood, gingerly placing it on the stump. She still had another rather thick tree to chop up for the elderly farming couple that she worked for on a weekly basis.
She liked working, it kept her preoccupied and it built her strength and endurance. Something which would come in handy the day she decided to leave this place and travel.
The warlord was strangely enough her inspiration for maintaing her physical strength and endurance. She believed he was there for her as Christoph tried to rob her of her purity. How else would she have overcome a man who was at the time thicker in build than herself? Although, she was no warrior or great battle master, she would hope that one day she could make a difference. No mercy for the weak... she understood that all to well. However, she had her own beliefs aside from his. But that was how Vivian was, always questioning, reasoning, thinking...
Swinging the axe high above her head with both arms, she grunted and swung downward with the necessary strength to split the log in half. Releasing one hand from the axe handle, she pushed her hair from her face and once again wiped the sweat away which now seemed to drip in her eyes.

Dropping her axe, she quickly scooped up the items on the ground and ran toward the priest. She wraped on of his arms around her neck, holding his hand in hers as she used the other arm to support him from behind. She led him over to the stump and helped him sit down, setting both the pendant and pouch on the ground next to him "What happened? Where are you hurt?" She asked as she tore a sleeve from her shirt, only to rip it into more slender strips. She wasn't a medical genius, but she did know how to at least slow the flow of blood from a wound.

Vivian quickled bandaged his wounds, continuing to tear cloth from her shirt if she ran short, "Stay awake, keep talking. Emblem of the what?" she patted his cheek gently to stir him awake. Her eyes caught hold of the elderly woman grabbing her husbands attention and pointing in her direction, a look of fret on her haggard face. No doubt they saw the priest and Vivian bandaging his wounds in a desperate attempt to stop blood flow.

Death was something new to her, she didn't like looking at it. She gripped the pouch and pendant firmly in her grasp. The elderly couple ran over to the man and checked to see if he was living all the while asking worriedly if she was okay, "Yeah I'm fine, he didn't attack me."
"What did he want?" The elderly man asked her. He pushed the mans eyelids closed.
"He passed to me his mission..." Vivian said as she pocketed the items.
Are you telling me something? She asked to the Warlord silently. She knew this was her only chance to make it out of here if she wanted to make anything of herself. Why couldn't it have been less... scary? She knew that was the stupidest question to ask herself. Perhaps it was her woman nature that was beginning to dominant, but she didn't like the feeling of what she had gotten herself into. He came to her though, which must have meant he had faith in her abilities. That alone was enough encouragement for the icy feeling to melt away.

A few moments after Vivian had pocketed the items, a horrible blast of fire rang through the door, incinerating it and a preist dressed in flaming garb stepped onto the threshold.
"Where is it?" He demanded in a very no-nonsense voice, indicating the dead preist of The Warlord. "The item he was carrying"
The strange man who had burst through the door became highly agitated at the lack of immeidate response.
"It doesn't matter!" He cried, "I'll find it after I destroy you all!" he finished before lighting the nearest wall on fire, then stepping outside, creating a wall of fire, outside the door, watching as the fire started to lick at the walls of the house, waiting for the house to burn to ashes with the people inside; only then would he get the item he seeked, only then would he finally win championship with his god; the god of fire, Oroki.

As the house burned to cinders, the priest surveyed the grounds around the burning abode, finding the defiant girl standing in back.

"Where is the pendant?" He demanded of her, "Before I incinerate you where you stand." He said, flames starting to cirlce his body.

Fay was finishing a compiled book of spells he was transcribing for a spell-caster he had become friends with over the years when he herd shouting from outside. Putting down his quill and closing the original book onto an annotation, he rushed to his door and opened it to see an elderly couple rushing along the road in front of his home. He shouted to them. "What's the problem?" as he reached for his broadsword hidden above his front door.
"Trouble at our farm!" The old man cried. "A madman wielding flames is burning it down and our guest is defending it! Please help her!"
Pulling the sword down he rushed to their side, "Where is your farm? Never mind." He said a moment later, seeing the smoke rise from the woods not far away. "You wait here!" He commanded. "I'll come back for you."
Worry and relief mingled on their faces and they looked to the man before them offering them help without asking for reward. "Th-thank you dear. Please h-hurry!" stuttered the old woman.
Running with the long powerful bounding technique he had learned from a curious old man in rags with a scar over his eye, he left the old couple in the care of the spells he had placed on his home.

(Aw, you poor thing. Good to have you back though. 3nodding )

The priest scoffed as the girl charged him. He threw up a wall of fire before him, assuming it would block her. He ruffled his robes and scoffed at her as she charged it; defied him; defied his god!

Foolish girl, you know you cannot stop the power of fire. I will claim that item in the name of Oroki, one way or another. Be it through your charred black body, so be it. He smirked, readying another spell, just in case she got through the wall of fire... It never hurt to be prepared with fire, after all.