Beginning another Hunt [Mission][closed][Alek/Aulus]

The fanalis were the second strongest demi-human race of people out there in the world. They would have likely drawn themselves into the role of apex predator if it wasn't for the fact that they weren't inherently warmongering people. 

The only reason why they had become such famous fighters rather than the peaceful hunter-gatherers that they had been during their years on the dark continent was because they had been hunted into nigh-extinction by the humans out of some sort of idiotic fear that they would try and become above them. Hell, they weren't even killed, they were turned into slaves and made to work for their antagonists for years upon years of their lives, leading many to an unpleasant, painful death. 

Yet, some of them had managed to find freedom in the country of Reim. That was what the Fanalis corps was, a group of Fanalis dedicated to protecting and aiding the man that had made a peaceful place for them possible. 

Even if Zander didn't stay still long enough to appreciate the freedom as well as most people would, he had to say that he loved the man who had offered his protection to everyone in the corps. He didn't actually move a damned finger to save anyone who had found themselves in the thrall of the arena, but they stopped people in the Fanalis corps from being reverted back into the roles of slaves so he supposed he had to give the man some major credit. It was more than almost anyone else in the world had managed to do. 

However, in return, the Fanalis corps were expected to do the man's dirty work, to take care of anyone they saw as a threat to the man that they loved so dearly. One of these jobs were to take out a group of bandits and, although Alek was actually only in Reim for a few days before heading back out to track down the sixth bastard on his list, and hopefully lowering it down to three of his old slave-masters who had managed to survive his hunt, he still had a debt to the corps as a whole and, since he was a member albeit not an active one, he still had to do the orders of those who had sway over him. 

The bandit camp was, in its defense, around ten miles outside of the city. It wasn't like they were actively trying to be caught, but since they were there at all they were only counting down the minutes until they were killed. Giving a slight grin to the only other man who had been sent on this job with him, a young man named Aulus who was "supposedly" his higher up. He must be stronger than he looked, because he didn't look like anything to be frankly honest. Still, despite his personal opinion, he nodded, as if giving some serious consideration to the problem. 

"Well... it seems to be the most obvious solution is to burn these bastards to the ground. Shall I give you the honors?"

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"Sure." Aulus says in an apathetic way running his hand through his hair, he truly didn't care about this job. He believes that this certain job doesn't need more than two fanalis to complete. One of them would have easily been enough.

In his honest opinion he believes his race, the Fanalis, are the strongest and every will be. Even though many of his kind have been enslaved by humans,because of their abilities. And everything Aulus would think about that he would grow angry, slavery enforced on any other being to him was wrong. Aulus knows slavery is a plague that continues to spread throughout the world.Yet, he knows no one will be able to find a cure for this plague.

As Aulus made his way to the camp, they two where already making their way there after receiving the job. He began to think more about how his people were unjustifiably put into slavery and other that also succumbed to that fate. A sad expression crept along Aulus's face as he continued to make his way toward the bandit camp. This was really bothering him and he need to relax soon,so he decided he would quickly get this job over. As he would start picking up speed toward the camp, staring at a well paced jog to a full on sprint.


Aulus would stop, he had made it, he walks toward the bandits camp. He stuck out like a sore thumb his metal epaulets, a metal skirt, and metal shin guards glimmering the sun. He adjusted his tunic with a dark-colored sash over his left shoulder, as he entered the small area in a make shift camp.It was now time to get rid of scum. Aulus would spot one of them,with he back turned, taking a leak. Aulus would walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder the man, still taking a leak, thought he was one of his comrades bugging him so he told him to wait he was almost done. So when the guy finally finished he turned around and was surprised with fear at the sight of the Fanalis who was standing behind him. Aulus not wasting time punches the guy into the chest and then delivers a kick to his skull after he falls to the ground. The other two bandits rushed out after hearing the commotion, swords in hands. They rushed at Aulus but that was a bad idea. Aulus would take them out just as he did their comrade. All of Aulus's attacks were meant to break all of their necks. And after he had finished them he would move their bodies into the center of the small camp, so that they all where laying beside each other.

After Aulus had finished his task of taking the bandits out he began to search through the one tent they had set up.After a few minutes of searching he came out holding a map; the map which had the location of the second bandit camp. "Finished."

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ooc: Zander, sorry it took me so long to post. I'm really swamped with work from school.

Aulus' faith was a bit much for the Fanalis people. they were strong, they were fast, and they were powerful, but the Imuchakk people were infinitely stronger. Throughout Zander's journeys throughout the world, he had actually had a chance to be with a few of the blue-haired tribesmen, and during his time with them, he had seen one run through a brick wall like it was nothing but paper mache. 

If Aulus wanted to talk about the strongest race on the planet, then the Imuchakk had the most brute strength of any race. They were walking giants, was it any surprise that they would be unbelievably strong? Of course it wasn't any wonder, and then there was the whole "Inauguration by killing giant fish". He'd never understand their fascination with slaughtering animals, but whatever. The meat tasted goodm that was all he cared about. 

Still, that wasn't what his mind was on as the man ran rampant through the little bandits camp. Alek couldn't help but grin slightly; he hadn't even needed to weigh his hand in on this little skirmish, the man had ripped through them like that Imuchakk had ripped through the wall - with absolutely no resistance. The drinks would be on him tonight it seemed, but that was no matter. It just reminded him how proud he was of his brothers in arms. 

He never got the chance to admire the power of a true Fanalis warrior from the outside, he was always the one getting into fights, the one caught in the moment and who had to deal with the worrisome fights that he somehow found himself in more and more as he got older. We really are impressive, huh?

Moving forwards into the camp, he noticed that something really should be done about the camp as a whole. See, they were destroying the people's bodies, but as long as it paid well and there were people lazy enough to want to rob other hardworking people rather than do the hardwork themselves, there would always be more people to take up the mantle. 

Rather than break their bodies, you had to break their desire to do it, to show what had happened. Whilst it would look impressive enough that everyone who had helped the camp had come out of their little ordeal dead, there was something else that could be done to make the message hit home all the stronger. The camp had to be destroyed. 

The bandits had apparently lit a fire in the middle of the camp, something to cook their dinner from no doubt. However, as Alek pulled a single burning log from the fire, he began to chart a course around the entire camp, doing little more than brushing the burning implement against the tents of the camp. Like kindling, they set alight, and soon the entire place was ablaze. Tossing the log back into the fire, he moved out of the camp and shot his partner a wicked grin. 

"Never leave a job half done, Aulus. How would Octavius feel about that?"


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Post this up on the mission board log when you do your post, mate.

"Tch." Aulus didn't respond to the comment his companion said to him instantly, how dare he accuse him of leaving a job have done. He looks over at him with a irritated expression and irritated tone." The job didn't say to burn there camp." But realizing the reason he did this changed his expression to a a more friendly more and a calmer tone." But, I think I know the reason for you doing so." He says as he moved out of the camp with the other Fanalis.

Next time Aulus will have Alekzander take care of the bandits, to see what how skilled he was. The reason behind this is because Aulus has really seen any other Fanalis in action, maybe except their leader but that was rarely. So it would be interesting to see what Alekzander is capable of. Aulus also would like to see the abilities of other members of the Fanalis corps. Adjusting his sash once again he starts to move faster back to Reim, so they can report the completion of the job. And also see if the could take on another.

After time had passed they made it back to Reim, turning in the job they had received. Completing the task with ease; but hey what you think would happen if two Fanalis took on a job together to take out bandit scum.

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