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After parting ways with Imeeya, Timaeus had made his way down the burning streets after the soldier in almost record time. That, of course, was due in part to how quickly he ran after him as the need to rescue these children was more than worth the aching cries of his smoke-filled lungs that protested the exertion. However, as he skidded to a stop to the one building that had a group of people surrounding it, Timaeus couldn’t help, but feel as if it had been in vain.
He could see smoke billowing out of the building and the slight orange glow from within told him that at the very least the first floor was on fire. His stomach dropped when he overheard someone saying that the children were trapped on the third floor. The captain could tell right away that the only way to get to them was through the flames and he knew that the only staircase within would soon be cut off if it hadn’t been already, dooming anyone who was inside. Needless to say, it was far too dangerous for anyone to go in or they would die too.
It was hopeless, anyone could see that.
Well, almost anyone.
Just as Timaeus as about to take charge of the situation and call off the effort to redirect the rescue effort to places that could make better use of the men here, a large bang roared through the space. It instantly pulled his attention to the doorway where he could see the soldier kicking down the door to force his way in. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” Timaeus screamed as he pushed his way to the doorway in an effort to haul the kid away from certain death. “Soldier! Soldier! Stand down! I order you to stand down!” Timaeus shouted uselessly as he watched his orders fall on deaf ears as he disappeared into the building.
Standing closest to the doorway, heaving as the smoke from inside filtered out into the already-hazy air, he stared incredulously at the sight of the burning house. The soldier was already too far inside to be seen and as Timaeus watched the flames in wide-eyed shock. He doubted that he would ever see him alive again. There was no way someone can walk out of that unscathed.
“No one follow him.” Timaeus said sharply as he turned to face the crowd that had now formed around the burning building. The Baron knew that he needed to now quickly divert their attention away from the spectacle that had just occurred before their eyes lest any of the younger people surrounding the house saw Maximus’s stunt as anything, but stupid and foolhardy. After all, the last thing any of them needed was a dozen teenagers with immortality complexes seeing this as an easy way to become the heroes they admired.
“Do not follow him if you value your life!” Timaeus shouted, allowing his vague, but forceful, threat to echo in every man’s ears. It did not matter to the captain how each of them interpreted his words as it was not directly clear that he was speaking of whether the flames would kill them or if the young man would haul any insubordinate men to the fylaki when all was said and done. All that was important to him right now was that they would not lose any more men in such a stupid manner. Timaeus had no faith that the soldier would be able to reach the children. Not while they were trapped on the top floor of a building that was burning from the ground up. As far as he was concerned, the soldier would be lucky to make it to the stairs… if he could even manage that.
It was just a hopeless cause. Any man with a pair of eyes and a sane mind could see that to be the case.
Not knowing the soldier or the children and not seeing any possible way any of them could make it out alive, Timaeus wanted to redirect the soldiers and citizens that were gathered around to other households. They would be of more use in finding other survivors who stood more of a chance. Yet.. the Valaoritis knew he could not give the order, no matter how sensible it was… Everyone here was too invested. He could see it in their expectant gazes that they directed at him. They were clearly waiting for him to direct them in the best course of action to save those inside. It was almost as if they expected his rank and title to give him some wisdom as to how to save four hopeless, and maybe already dead, souls from the flames.
He didn’t.
Yet Timaeus was innately aware that he needed to give them a semblance of hope that there could be a pleasant outcome to all of this. He knew from his time working with his province’s military unit that it was his job to keep those under him in high spirits, even when certain death was imminent. This was the same even though most of those here would never follow the Valaoritis into battle.
Thinking quickly, Timaeus came up with a solution that would bring them that illusion of hope while relocating the resources they had to those who needed it more.
“Listen closely!” He shouted, launching his voice above the din, “If you are strong enough to lift a sack of grain, leave us here and find those who are trapped. Do not go alone and do not put yourselves in any more danger than necessary. There are plenty of children trapped like those here. Find them and return for more men if needed!” He then paused for a moment, letting his words pass through the crowd before speaking again, “All others, quickly find anything that will hold water. A cup, a vase, a bucket… it does not matter. Once you have something, form a brigade between the house and the nearest well. We must keep the entryway clear if they are to stand a chance!”
The other soldiers spread the message to all those there and soon the group began to disperse based on Timaeus’s orders. Rather than run off to find something of his own to transport water to the house, the captain turned back to watch the curling flames just within the entryway. He eyes strained to see any sign of the soldier within the building as he also kept warily glancing about him, hoping to not see anyone else be foolish enough to try and run into the flames.
He was not about to watch anyone else run straight into Hades’s open arms, though he would be truly surprised if anyone would be foolishly brave enough to try.
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After parting ways with Imeeya, Timaeus had made his way down the burning streets after the soldier in almost record time. That, of course, was due in part to how quickly he ran after him as the need to rescue these children was more than worth the aching cries of his smoke-filled lungs that protested the exertion. However, as he skidded to a stop to the one building that had a group of people surrounding it, Timaeus couldn’t help, but feel as if it had been in vain.
He could see smoke billowing out of the building and the slight orange glow from within told him that at the very least the first floor was on fire. His stomach dropped when he overheard someone saying that the children were trapped on the third floor. The captain could tell right away that the only way to get to them was through the flames and he knew that the only staircase within would soon be cut off if it hadn’t been already, dooming anyone who was inside. Needless to say, it was far too dangerous for anyone to go in or they would die too.
It was hopeless, anyone could see that.
Well, almost anyone.
Just as Timaeus as about to take charge of the situation and call off the effort to redirect the rescue effort to places that could make better use of the men here, a large bang roared through the space. It instantly pulled his attention to the doorway where he could see the soldier kicking down the door to force his way in. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” Timaeus screamed as he pushed his way to the doorway in an effort to haul the kid away from certain death. “Soldier! Soldier! Stand down! I order you to stand down!” Timaeus shouted uselessly as he watched his orders fall on deaf ears as he disappeared into the building.
Standing closest to the doorway, heaving as the smoke from inside filtered out into the already-hazy air, he stared incredulously at the sight of the burning house. The soldier was already too far inside to be seen and as Timaeus watched the flames in wide-eyed shock. He doubted that he would ever see him alive again. There was no way someone can walk out of that unscathed.
“No one follow him.” Timaeus said sharply as he turned to face the crowd that had now formed around the burning building. The Baron knew that he needed to now quickly divert their attention away from the spectacle that had just occurred before their eyes lest any of the younger people surrounding the house saw Maximus’s stunt as anything, but stupid and foolhardy. After all, the last thing any of them needed was a dozen teenagers with immortality complexes seeing this as an easy way to become the heroes they admired.
“Do not follow him if you value your life!” Timaeus shouted, allowing his vague, but forceful, threat to echo in every man’s ears. It did not matter to the captain how each of them interpreted his words as it was not directly clear that he was speaking of whether the flames would kill them or if the young man would haul any insubordinate men to the fylaki when all was said and done. All that was important to him right now was that they would not lose any more men in such a stupid manner. Timaeus had no faith that the soldier would be able to reach the children. Not while they were trapped on the top floor of a building that was burning from the ground up. As far as he was concerned, the soldier would be lucky to make it to the stairs… if he could even manage that.
It was just a hopeless cause. Any man with a pair of eyes and a sane mind could see that to be the case.
Not knowing the soldier or the children and not seeing any possible way any of them could make it out alive, Timaeus wanted to redirect the soldiers and citizens that were gathered around to other households. They would be of more use in finding other survivors who stood more of a chance. Yet.. the Valaoritis knew he could not give the order, no matter how sensible it was… Everyone here was too invested. He could see it in their expectant gazes that they directed at him. They were clearly waiting for him to direct them in the best course of action to save those inside. It was almost as if they expected his rank and title to give him some wisdom as to how to save four hopeless, and maybe already dead, souls from the flames.
He didn’t.
Yet Timaeus was innately aware that he needed to give them a semblance of hope that there could be a pleasant outcome to all of this. He knew from his time working with his province’s military unit that it was his job to keep those under him in high spirits, even when certain death was imminent. This was the same even though most of those here would never follow the Valaoritis into battle.
Thinking quickly, Timaeus came up with a solution that would bring them that illusion of hope while relocating the resources they had to those who needed it more.
“Listen closely!” He shouted, launching his voice above the din, “If you are strong enough to lift a sack of grain, leave us here and find those who are trapped. Do not go alone and do not put yourselves in any more danger than necessary. There are plenty of children trapped like those here. Find them and return for more men if needed!” He then paused for a moment, letting his words pass through the crowd before speaking again, “All others, quickly find anything that will hold water. A cup, a vase, a bucket… it does not matter. Once you have something, form a brigade between the house and the nearest well. We must keep the entryway clear if they are to stand a chance!”
The other soldiers spread the message to all those there and soon the group began to disperse based on Timaeus’s orders. Rather than run off to find something of his own to transport water to the house, the captain turned back to watch the curling flames just within the entryway. He eyes strained to see any sign of the soldier within the building as he also kept warily glancing about him, hoping to not see anyone else be foolish enough to try and run into the flames.
He was not about to watch anyone else run straight into Hades’s open arms, though he would be truly surprised if anyone would be foolishly brave enough to try.
After parting ways with Imeeya, Timaeus had made his way down the burning streets after the soldier in almost record time. That, of course, was due in part to how quickly he ran after him as the need to rescue these children was more than worth the aching cries of his smoke-filled lungs that protested the exertion. However, as he skidded to a stop to the one building that had a group of people surrounding it, Timaeus couldn’t help, but feel as if it had been in vain.
He could see smoke billowing out of the building and the slight orange glow from within told him that at the very least the first floor was on fire. His stomach dropped when he overheard someone saying that the children were trapped on the third floor. The captain could tell right away that the only way to get to them was through the flames and he knew that the only staircase within would soon be cut off if it hadn’t been already, dooming anyone who was inside. Needless to say, it was far too dangerous for anyone to go in or they would die too.
It was hopeless, anyone could see that.
Well, almost anyone.
Just as Timaeus as about to take charge of the situation and call off the effort to redirect the rescue effort to places that could make better use of the men here, a large bang roared through the space. It instantly pulled his attention to the doorway where he could see the soldier kicking down the door to force his way in. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” Timaeus screamed as he pushed his way to the doorway in an effort to haul the kid away from certain death. “Soldier! Soldier! Stand down! I order you to stand down!” Timaeus shouted uselessly as he watched his orders fall on deaf ears as he disappeared into the building.
Standing closest to the doorway, heaving as the smoke from inside filtered out into the already-hazy air, he stared incredulously at the sight of the burning house. The soldier was already too far inside to be seen and as Timaeus watched the flames in wide-eyed shock. He doubted that he would ever see him alive again. There was no way someone can walk out of that unscathed.
“No one follow him.” Timaeus said sharply as he turned to face the crowd that had now formed around the burning building. The Baron knew that he needed to now quickly divert their attention away from the spectacle that had just occurred before their eyes lest any of the younger people surrounding the house saw Maximus’s stunt as anything, but stupid and foolhardy. After all, the last thing any of them needed was a dozen teenagers with immortality complexes seeing this as an easy way to become the heroes they admired.
“Do not follow him if you value your life!” Timaeus shouted, allowing his vague, but forceful, threat to echo in every man’s ears. It did not matter to the captain how each of them interpreted his words as it was not directly clear that he was speaking of whether the flames would kill them or if the young man would haul any insubordinate men to the fylaki when all was said and done. All that was important to him right now was that they would not lose any more men in such a stupid manner. Timaeus had no faith that the soldier would be able to reach the children. Not while they were trapped on the top floor of a building that was burning from the ground up. As far as he was concerned, the soldier would be lucky to make it to the stairs… if he could even manage that.
It was just a hopeless cause. Any man with a pair of eyes and a sane mind could see that to be the case.
Not knowing the soldier or the children and not seeing any possible way any of them could make it out alive, Timaeus wanted to redirect the soldiers and citizens that were gathered around to other households. They would be of more use in finding other survivors who stood more of a chance. Yet.. the Valaoritis knew he could not give the order, no matter how sensible it was… Everyone here was too invested. He could see it in their expectant gazes that they directed at him. They were clearly waiting for him to direct them in the best course of action to save those inside. It was almost as if they expected his rank and title to give him some wisdom as to how to save four hopeless, and maybe already dead, souls from the flames.
He didn’t.
Yet Timaeus was innately aware that he needed to give them a semblance of hope that there could be a pleasant outcome to all of this. He knew from his time working with his province’s military unit that it was his job to keep those under him in high spirits, even when certain death was imminent. This was the same even though most of those here would never follow the Valaoritis into battle.
Thinking quickly, Timaeus came up with a solution that would bring them that illusion of hope while relocating the resources they had to those who needed it more.
“Listen closely!” He shouted, launching his voice above the din, “If you are strong enough to lift a sack of grain, leave us here and find those who are trapped. Do not go alone and do not put yourselves in any more danger than necessary. There are plenty of children trapped like those here. Find them and return for more men if needed!” He then paused for a moment, letting his words pass through the crowd before speaking again, “All others, quickly find anything that will hold water. A cup, a vase, a bucket… it does not matter. Once you have something, form a brigade between the house and the nearest well. We must keep the entryway clear if they are to stand a chance!”
The other soldiers spread the message to all those there and soon the group began to disperse based on Timaeus’s orders. Rather than run off to find something of his own to transport water to the house, the captain turned back to watch the curling flames just within the entryway. He eyes strained to see any sign of the soldier within the building as he also kept warily glancing about him, hoping to not see anyone else be foolish enough to try and run into the flames.
He was not about to watch anyone else run straight into Hades’s open arms, though he would be truly surprised if anyone would be foolishly brave enough to try.
The exasperation in Timaeus's expression was evident as he turned to look at her, setting Imeeya immediately on guard. She had hoped that she had come into the situation with a strong enough argument that they wouldn’t fight her on this, but clearly, that hadn’t been good enough to forestall exactly what she was trying to avoid. She bristled at the suggestion that she should go shelter in one of the temples. When Imeeya had decided that she wanted to help out with rescuing the children she had only wanted to help. Therefore, when she was told that she would be most helpful in the temples, she paused for a moment to turn and head in that direction, while Timeaus turned to follow the soldier who had run off to rescue the children in a building.
Then it hit her, the dichotomy between telling her to shelter in the temple and her being able to help there. It was one or the other, and clearly, he was just trying to get rid of her. Her anger flared, realizing that he had nearly tricked her into being pushed to the sidelines. Her rage only grew as he told her that it was too dangerous for her out here. She was just as capable as any of them, and she had just as much right to risk herself to help other people as any of them. She took off after Timaeus and he ran after the soldier, but her moment’s hesitation and her shorter legs served only to leave her a good distance behind him. Imeeya pulled the fabric of her chiton up over her face as she jogged after him, trying to avoid choking on the pervasive smoke.
Imeeya was not used to having to run, and the two trained military men were able to easily outpace her. She nearly lost them in the smoke and confusion of the lower city, but the gods must have looked upon her favorably as she just managed to see the back of Timaeus as he rounded a corner near the end of the street she had just turned down. Imeeya caught up to Timaeus, breathing heavily. She leaned on her knees, trying to catch her breath. He had already begun shouting orders to the surrounding people. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she could barely hear his orders over the noise. She heard something about forming a chain to put out the fire in the building and finally caught her breath well enough to look around.
In front of her, a building was billowing smoke out of the open door and ground floor windows. Timaeus stood near the door peering into the smoke, and Imeeya approached, trying to figure out what he was doing. “Is this the building with the children?” she asked urgently, still somewhat breathless. “Is” Imeeya paused for a breath realizing that she never caught the name of the other soldier. “Is the other soldier inside?” Imeeya waited for a moment for an answer from Timaeus, then the thought struck her: Timaeus had already proven himself willing to lie to keep her away from any situation in which she might be able to prove herself. Why did should she listen to him. She glanced at the pouring smoke and took a deep breath stirring up her courage. She pulled the fabric of her peplos over her mouth and nose, and confidently strode towards the door, her face a mask of determination. She was going to show them all that she was just as capable of as any of these men.
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The exasperation in Timaeus's expression was evident as he turned to look at her, setting Imeeya immediately on guard. She had hoped that she had come into the situation with a strong enough argument that they wouldn’t fight her on this, but clearly, that hadn’t been good enough to forestall exactly what she was trying to avoid. She bristled at the suggestion that she should go shelter in one of the temples. When Imeeya had decided that she wanted to help out with rescuing the children she had only wanted to help. Therefore, when she was told that she would be most helpful in the temples, she paused for a moment to turn and head in that direction, while Timeaus turned to follow the soldier who had run off to rescue the children in a building.
Then it hit her, the dichotomy between telling her to shelter in the temple and her being able to help there. It was one or the other, and clearly, he was just trying to get rid of her. Her anger flared, realizing that he had nearly tricked her into being pushed to the sidelines. Her rage only grew as he told her that it was too dangerous for her out here. She was just as capable as any of them, and she had just as much right to risk herself to help other people as any of them. She took off after Timaeus and he ran after the soldier, but her moment’s hesitation and her shorter legs served only to leave her a good distance behind him. Imeeya pulled the fabric of her chiton up over her face as she jogged after him, trying to avoid choking on the pervasive smoke.
Imeeya was not used to having to run, and the two trained military men were able to easily outpace her. She nearly lost them in the smoke and confusion of the lower city, but the gods must have looked upon her favorably as she just managed to see the back of Timaeus as he rounded a corner near the end of the street she had just turned down. Imeeya caught up to Timaeus, breathing heavily. She leaned on her knees, trying to catch her breath. He had already begun shouting orders to the surrounding people. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she could barely hear his orders over the noise. She heard something about forming a chain to put out the fire in the building and finally caught her breath well enough to look around.
In front of her, a building was billowing smoke out of the open door and ground floor windows. Timaeus stood near the door peering into the smoke, and Imeeya approached, trying to figure out what he was doing. “Is this the building with the children?” she asked urgently, still somewhat breathless. “Is” Imeeya paused for a breath realizing that she never caught the name of the other soldier. “Is the other soldier inside?” Imeeya waited for a moment for an answer from Timaeus, then the thought struck her: Timaeus had already proven himself willing to lie to keep her away from any situation in which she might be able to prove herself. Why did should she listen to him. She glanced at the pouring smoke and took a deep breath stirring up her courage. She pulled the fabric of her peplos over her mouth and nose, and confidently strode towards the door, her face a mask of determination. She was going to show them all that she was just as capable of as any of these men.
The exasperation in Timaeus's expression was evident as he turned to look at her, setting Imeeya immediately on guard. She had hoped that she had come into the situation with a strong enough argument that they wouldn’t fight her on this, but clearly, that hadn’t been good enough to forestall exactly what she was trying to avoid. She bristled at the suggestion that she should go shelter in one of the temples. When Imeeya had decided that she wanted to help out with rescuing the children she had only wanted to help. Therefore, when she was told that she would be most helpful in the temples, she paused for a moment to turn and head in that direction, while Timeaus turned to follow the soldier who had run off to rescue the children in a building.
Then it hit her, the dichotomy between telling her to shelter in the temple and her being able to help there. It was one or the other, and clearly, he was just trying to get rid of her. Her anger flared, realizing that he had nearly tricked her into being pushed to the sidelines. Her rage only grew as he told her that it was too dangerous for her out here. She was just as capable as any of them, and she had just as much right to risk herself to help other people as any of them. She took off after Timaeus and he ran after the soldier, but her moment’s hesitation and her shorter legs served only to leave her a good distance behind him. Imeeya pulled the fabric of her chiton up over her face as she jogged after him, trying to avoid choking on the pervasive smoke.
Imeeya was not used to having to run, and the two trained military men were able to easily outpace her. She nearly lost them in the smoke and confusion of the lower city, but the gods must have looked upon her favorably as she just managed to see the back of Timaeus as he rounded a corner near the end of the street she had just turned down. Imeeya caught up to Timaeus, breathing heavily. She leaned on her knees, trying to catch her breath. He had already begun shouting orders to the surrounding people. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she could barely hear his orders over the noise. She heard something about forming a chain to put out the fire in the building and finally caught her breath well enough to look around.
In front of her, a building was billowing smoke out of the open door and ground floor windows. Timaeus stood near the door peering into the smoke, and Imeeya approached, trying to figure out what he was doing. “Is this the building with the children?” she asked urgently, still somewhat breathless. “Is” Imeeya paused for a breath realizing that she never caught the name of the other soldier. “Is the other soldier inside?” Imeeya waited for a moment for an answer from Timaeus, then the thought struck her: Timaeus had already proven himself willing to lie to keep her away from any situation in which she might be able to prove herself. Why did should she listen to him. She glanced at the pouring smoke and took a deep breath stirring up her courage. She pulled the fabric of her peplos over her mouth and nose, and confidently strode towards the door, her face a mask of determination. She was going to show them all that she was just as capable of as any of these men.
Pieces of timber fell past Maximus while he navigated through the burning building. The young solider frantically looked around for any survivors, most of the people who were trapped in this building were successfully evacuated thank to Maximus and the Colchian citizens but the people insisted that there were more still stuck. Maximus' lungs were filled with the thick black smoke that were formed by the flames causing him to drop to his knees coughing. He needed to maintain discipline, the people trapped in this building needed him. Maximus slowly back on his feet and immediately lost his sense of balance. He felt light headed and dizzy, the flames that were once violent and out of control looked as though they were performing a dance. It was slow and steady reminding Maximus of his dances he was forced to do as a child though he was much less graceful. The young man tried shake his head in an attempt to focus but to no avail. He had to find those survivors but where were they?
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Pieces of timber fell past Maximus while he navigated through the burning building. The young solider frantically looked around for any survivors, most of the people who were trapped in this building were successfully evacuated thank to Maximus and the Colchian citizens but the people insisted that there were more still stuck. Maximus' lungs were filled with the thick black smoke that were formed by the flames causing him to drop to his knees coughing. He needed to maintain discipline, the people trapped in this building needed him. Maximus slowly back on his feet and immediately lost his sense of balance. He felt light headed and dizzy, the flames that were once violent and out of control looked as though they were performing a dance. It was slow and steady reminding Maximus of his dances he was forced to do as a child though he was much less graceful. The young man tried shake his head in an attempt to focus but to no avail. He had to find those survivors but where were they?
Pieces of timber fell past Maximus while he navigated through the burning building. The young solider frantically looked around for any survivors, most of the people who were trapped in this building were successfully evacuated thank to Maximus and the Colchian citizens but the people insisted that there were more still stuck. Maximus' lungs were filled with the thick black smoke that were formed by the flames causing him to drop to his knees coughing. He needed to maintain discipline, the people trapped in this building needed him. Maximus slowly back on his feet and immediately lost his sense of balance. He felt light headed and dizzy, the flames that were once violent and out of control looked as though they were performing a dance. It was slow and steady reminding Maximus of his dances he was forced to do as a child though he was much less graceful. The young man tried shake his head in an attempt to focus but to no avail. He had to find those survivors but where were they?
As the crowd dispersed to follow Timaeus’s orders, the Baron was relieved that nobody had questioned what was almost a blatant statement in regards to the fates of those inside. After all, he had sent all of the stronger men and women away so that they may be better utilized than here. Everyone else was just a show of false hope that the Baron couldn’t find it within himself to give. The structure was just simply too large to reasonably believe that any of them would come out of it alive. It was clear to him that it was a lost cause and there was no use adding more souls to the fire that was raging within the decimated structure. Too bad no one else seemed to though.
These thoughts, racing around in his mind, were lost though the moment he heard a female voice near his ears. Startled, as he did not think anyone would approach him for a few moments as those who remained needed to find water and containers to hold it in, he quickly turned around and came face to face with someone he certainly did not expect to appear on the scene of a burning building.
Imeeya of Drakos.
“Lady Imeeya,” Timaeus said lowly. A small bubble of frustration was bubbling up within him at her arrival, but he managed to keep his words as polite as he possibly could, given the situation at hand. “Why aren’t you at the temple?” Had he not been clear when they spoke earlier? It was too dangerous for the Drakos noblewoman out here where the fires were raging. She needed to get to safety, where she should have been in the first place.
Not bother to entertain her question and allowing his presence at the scene speak for itself in regards to where the others were; Timaeus turned away from her for a moment and waved down a young man. He was a scrawny little thing, shamefully incapable of fitting the baron’s requirement for leaving the scene, but he would do for now.
“Go find me a lieutenant or a man of higher rank. Bring him back here under the orders of Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis. Quickly.” He said briskly, not wanting to bring any further embarrassment to the Drakos heir. After all, it wasn’t this citizen’s place to know that the two members of the upper class were at odds with each other because they were both more stubborn than a mule. The young man was smart enough not to question it and quickly scurried off, unaware of the fact that he had just been sent away to pull a man away from helping others to escort Imeeya to the temples. Timaeus was not in the mood to further entertain this adventure of hers. There were lives at stake here and if they were going to stand a chance, the people couldn’t be more focused on ensuring that no harm came to a member of the upper-class who was too foolhardy for her own good.
As the man disappeared into the haze, Timaeus turned back to the girl with a stone cold expression. Truthfully, he had expected her to start arguing with him, insisting that she didn’t need to go to the temples and certainly didn’t need an escort for such a task. But to his surprise, she wasn’t where she was a moment ago. Confused, Timaeus glanced around, thinking that maybe she had run off to join the water brigade. Little did he know that she had other more *dangerous* ideas in mind.
His stomach dropped when he saw the noblewoman standing in the doorway with smoke billowing out around her. Through the smog, Timaeus could see that she had also gathered up a bit of cloth around her face in order to create a makeshift mask. This combined with that undeniable resolution painted on her face made it clear to the Baron that Imeeya had every intention of heading into the blaze in order to retrieve the children herself… even though she had no skills that would help her get to them and every reason in the world to stay away from the danger.
Did she quite honestly have a death wish?
“Don’t!” Timaeus yelled, his expression contorting in disbelief and his words dripping with the anger he no longer could hide. Without even thinking, the Baron rushed towards her. Within a few strides, he had reached her and with even less thought than what had gone into the decision to run to her, Tim reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, using his strength to pull her back from the doorway.
This is something that should never be done to any noblewoman, never mind one that is unmarried and the heir to a royal bloodline.
Yet, his grip stayed firmly locked on her until they were quite a ways from the doorway. Once the clear air hit his lungs again, Timaeus instantly let go and pulled back as if touching her had burned him. There was no doubt in his mind that Imeeya was angry with what he had done, but it was nothing compared to the natural rage that flowed through Timaeus who had quite enough of the girl who thought that she could just simply stroll into a burning building as if it was nothing.
That much he made clear as he reprimanded her again, strategically putting himself in between her and the direction of the doorway so she couldn’t run off again, “What on earth are you doing? Do you WANT to die?” As he continued, his voice rose with his anger with this girl who was so intent on testing the rules that were being put down to save Imeeya from herself, “No one is coming out of there alive. Not the children, not the soldier, and not you if you cannot gather your senses about yourself!”
His words were harsh and even he could begin to see this. Knowing that she outranked him, Timaeus forced himself to stop for a moment before he said anything else that might land him into a heap of trouble. In an effort to abate his anger, he lightly shook his head, muttering curses under his breath. It was just his rotten luck that he was stuck with looking after a foolish girl in the midst of such a disaster, but he couldn’t allow himself to forget where she came from… at least he couldn’t do it again.
After a tense moment, Timaeus spoke again, “When a lieutenant arrives, he will escort you to the temples.” His voice was considerably lower than it had been a moment ago, but his anger was still plainly clear in his tone. Before he continued, he was sure to catch her gaze so that couldn’t avoid the truth in his words. “You are your family’s heir. I cannot allow you any further opportunity to risk your life in such a foolish manner. ” Whether Imeeya liked it or not, her life was far more important than the four who were trapped in the fire. She was only one of two possible heirs to a long-standing house. Imeeya couldn’t die. Too much depended on her continuing her family’s line. Whether the girl liked it or not, this destiny of hers trumped her need to prove herself -- or whatever she was planning to accomplish by willingly walking into an early grave.
Satisfied that his words would be enough to shame her into behaving for the moment, Timaeus stepped away, shaking his head in frustration…. Completely unaware that Imeeya could now see into the doorway and if she looked hard enough, she may have been able to catch just a glimmer of movement from within.
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As the crowd dispersed to follow Timaeus’s orders, the Baron was relieved that nobody had questioned what was almost a blatant statement in regards to the fates of those inside. After all, he had sent all of the stronger men and women away so that they may be better utilized than here. Everyone else was just a show of false hope that the Baron couldn’t find it within himself to give. The structure was just simply too large to reasonably believe that any of them would come out of it alive. It was clear to him that it was a lost cause and there was no use adding more souls to the fire that was raging within the decimated structure. Too bad no one else seemed to though.
These thoughts, racing around in his mind, were lost though the moment he heard a female voice near his ears. Startled, as he did not think anyone would approach him for a few moments as those who remained needed to find water and containers to hold it in, he quickly turned around and came face to face with someone he certainly did not expect to appear on the scene of a burning building.
Imeeya of Drakos.
“Lady Imeeya,” Timaeus said lowly. A small bubble of frustration was bubbling up within him at her arrival, but he managed to keep his words as polite as he possibly could, given the situation at hand. “Why aren’t you at the temple?” Had he not been clear when they spoke earlier? It was too dangerous for the Drakos noblewoman out here where the fires were raging. She needed to get to safety, where she should have been in the first place.
Not bother to entertain her question and allowing his presence at the scene speak for itself in regards to where the others were; Timaeus turned away from her for a moment and waved down a young man. He was a scrawny little thing, shamefully incapable of fitting the baron’s requirement for leaving the scene, but he would do for now.
“Go find me a lieutenant or a man of higher rank. Bring him back here under the orders of Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis. Quickly.” He said briskly, not wanting to bring any further embarrassment to the Drakos heir. After all, it wasn’t this citizen’s place to know that the two members of the upper class were at odds with each other because they were both more stubborn than a mule. The young man was smart enough not to question it and quickly scurried off, unaware of the fact that he had just been sent away to pull a man away from helping others to escort Imeeya to the temples. Timaeus was not in the mood to further entertain this adventure of hers. There were lives at stake here and if they were going to stand a chance, the people couldn’t be more focused on ensuring that no harm came to a member of the upper-class who was too foolhardy for her own good.
As the man disappeared into the haze, Timaeus turned back to the girl with a stone cold expression. Truthfully, he had expected her to start arguing with him, insisting that she didn’t need to go to the temples and certainly didn’t need an escort for such a task. But to his surprise, she wasn’t where she was a moment ago. Confused, Timaeus glanced around, thinking that maybe she had run off to join the water brigade. Little did he know that she had other more *dangerous* ideas in mind.
His stomach dropped when he saw the noblewoman standing in the doorway with smoke billowing out around her. Through the smog, Timaeus could see that she had also gathered up a bit of cloth around her face in order to create a makeshift mask. This combined with that undeniable resolution painted on her face made it clear to the Baron that Imeeya had every intention of heading into the blaze in order to retrieve the children herself… even though she had no skills that would help her get to them and every reason in the world to stay away from the danger.
Did she quite honestly have a death wish?
“Don’t!” Timaeus yelled, his expression contorting in disbelief and his words dripping with the anger he no longer could hide. Without even thinking, the Baron rushed towards her. Within a few strides, he had reached her and with even less thought than what had gone into the decision to run to her, Tim reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, using his strength to pull her back from the doorway.
This is something that should never be done to any noblewoman, never mind one that is unmarried and the heir to a royal bloodline.
Yet, his grip stayed firmly locked on her until they were quite a ways from the doorway. Once the clear air hit his lungs again, Timaeus instantly let go and pulled back as if touching her had burned him. There was no doubt in his mind that Imeeya was angry with what he had done, but it was nothing compared to the natural rage that flowed through Timaeus who had quite enough of the girl who thought that she could just simply stroll into a burning building as if it was nothing.
That much he made clear as he reprimanded her again, strategically putting himself in between her and the direction of the doorway so she couldn’t run off again, “What on earth are you doing? Do you WANT to die?” As he continued, his voice rose with his anger with this girl who was so intent on testing the rules that were being put down to save Imeeya from herself, “No one is coming out of there alive. Not the children, not the soldier, and not you if you cannot gather your senses about yourself!”
His words were harsh and even he could begin to see this. Knowing that she outranked him, Timaeus forced himself to stop for a moment before he said anything else that might land him into a heap of trouble. In an effort to abate his anger, he lightly shook his head, muttering curses under his breath. It was just his rotten luck that he was stuck with looking after a foolish girl in the midst of such a disaster, but he couldn’t allow himself to forget where she came from… at least he couldn’t do it again.
After a tense moment, Timaeus spoke again, “When a lieutenant arrives, he will escort you to the temples.” His voice was considerably lower than it had been a moment ago, but his anger was still plainly clear in his tone. Before he continued, he was sure to catch her gaze so that couldn’t avoid the truth in his words. “You are your family’s heir. I cannot allow you any further opportunity to risk your life in such a foolish manner. ” Whether Imeeya liked it or not, her life was far more important than the four who were trapped in the fire. She was only one of two possible heirs to a long-standing house. Imeeya couldn’t die. Too much depended on her continuing her family’s line. Whether the girl liked it or not, this destiny of hers trumped her need to prove herself -- or whatever she was planning to accomplish by willingly walking into an early grave.
Satisfied that his words would be enough to shame her into behaving for the moment, Timaeus stepped away, shaking his head in frustration…. Completely unaware that Imeeya could now see into the doorway and if she looked hard enough, she may have been able to catch just a glimmer of movement from within.
As the crowd dispersed to follow Timaeus’s orders, the Baron was relieved that nobody had questioned what was almost a blatant statement in regards to the fates of those inside. After all, he had sent all of the stronger men and women away so that they may be better utilized than here. Everyone else was just a show of false hope that the Baron couldn’t find it within himself to give. The structure was just simply too large to reasonably believe that any of them would come out of it alive. It was clear to him that it was a lost cause and there was no use adding more souls to the fire that was raging within the decimated structure. Too bad no one else seemed to though.
These thoughts, racing around in his mind, were lost though the moment he heard a female voice near his ears. Startled, as he did not think anyone would approach him for a few moments as those who remained needed to find water and containers to hold it in, he quickly turned around and came face to face with someone he certainly did not expect to appear on the scene of a burning building.
Imeeya of Drakos.
“Lady Imeeya,” Timaeus said lowly. A small bubble of frustration was bubbling up within him at her arrival, but he managed to keep his words as polite as he possibly could, given the situation at hand. “Why aren’t you at the temple?” Had he not been clear when they spoke earlier? It was too dangerous for the Drakos noblewoman out here where the fires were raging. She needed to get to safety, where she should have been in the first place.
Not bother to entertain her question and allowing his presence at the scene speak for itself in regards to where the others were; Timaeus turned away from her for a moment and waved down a young man. He was a scrawny little thing, shamefully incapable of fitting the baron’s requirement for leaving the scene, but he would do for now.
“Go find me a lieutenant or a man of higher rank. Bring him back here under the orders of Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis. Quickly.” He said briskly, not wanting to bring any further embarrassment to the Drakos heir. After all, it wasn’t this citizen’s place to know that the two members of the upper class were at odds with each other because they were both more stubborn than a mule. The young man was smart enough not to question it and quickly scurried off, unaware of the fact that he had just been sent away to pull a man away from helping others to escort Imeeya to the temples. Timaeus was not in the mood to further entertain this adventure of hers. There were lives at stake here and if they were going to stand a chance, the people couldn’t be more focused on ensuring that no harm came to a member of the upper-class who was too foolhardy for her own good.
As the man disappeared into the haze, Timaeus turned back to the girl with a stone cold expression. Truthfully, he had expected her to start arguing with him, insisting that she didn’t need to go to the temples and certainly didn’t need an escort for such a task. But to his surprise, she wasn’t where she was a moment ago. Confused, Timaeus glanced around, thinking that maybe she had run off to join the water brigade. Little did he know that she had other more *dangerous* ideas in mind.
His stomach dropped when he saw the noblewoman standing in the doorway with smoke billowing out around her. Through the smog, Timaeus could see that she had also gathered up a bit of cloth around her face in order to create a makeshift mask. This combined with that undeniable resolution painted on her face made it clear to the Baron that Imeeya had every intention of heading into the blaze in order to retrieve the children herself… even though she had no skills that would help her get to them and every reason in the world to stay away from the danger.
Did she quite honestly have a death wish?
“Don’t!” Timaeus yelled, his expression contorting in disbelief and his words dripping with the anger he no longer could hide. Without even thinking, the Baron rushed towards her. Within a few strides, he had reached her and with even less thought than what had gone into the decision to run to her, Tim reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, using his strength to pull her back from the doorway.
This is something that should never be done to any noblewoman, never mind one that is unmarried and the heir to a royal bloodline.
Yet, his grip stayed firmly locked on her until they were quite a ways from the doorway. Once the clear air hit his lungs again, Timaeus instantly let go and pulled back as if touching her had burned him. There was no doubt in his mind that Imeeya was angry with what he had done, but it was nothing compared to the natural rage that flowed through Timaeus who had quite enough of the girl who thought that she could just simply stroll into a burning building as if it was nothing.
That much he made clear as he reprimanded her again, strategically putting himself in between her and the direction of the doorway so she couldn’t run off again, “What on earth are you doing? Do you WANT to die?” As he continued, his voice rose with his anger with this girl who was so intent on testing the rules that were being put down to save Imeeya from herself, “No one is coming out of there alive. Not the children, not the soldier, and not you if you cannot gather your senses about yourself!”
His words were harsh and even he could begin to see this. Knowing that she outranked him, Timaeus forced himself to stop for a moment before he said anything else that might land him into a heap of trouble. In an effort to abate his anger, he lightly shook his head, muttering curses under his breath. It was just his rotten luck that he was stuck with looking after a foolish girl in the midst of such a disaster, but he couldn’t allow himself to forget where she came from… at least he couldn’t do it again.
After a tense moment, Timaeus spoke again, “When a lieutenant arrives, he will escort you to the temples.” His voice was considerably lower than it had been a moment ago, but his anger was still plainly clear in his tone. Before he continued, he was sure to catch her gaze so that couldn’t avoid the truth in his words. “You are your family’s heir. I cannot allow you any further opportunity to risk your life in such a foolish manner. ” Whether Imeeya liked it or not, her life was far more important than the four who were trapped in the fire. She was only one of two possible heirs to a long-standing house. Imeeya couldn’t die. Too much depended on her continuing her family’s line. Whether the girl liked it or not, this destiny of hers trumped her need to prove herself -- or whatever she was planning to accomplish by willingly walking into an early grave.
Satisfied that his words would be enough to shame her into behaving for the moment, Timaeus stepped away, shaking his head in frustration…. Completely unaware that Imeeya could now see into the doorway and if she looked hard enough, she may have been able to catch just a glimmer of movement from within.
Imeeya had just glimpsed some movement coming from within the smoke of the building when she felt herself being grabbed by the shoulders and hauled back away from the doorway. She spun on man, anger glinting in her eyes. It was Timaeus, of course. She didn’t know who else she expected. She opened her mouth to yell at him, but he got there first, telling her off for her actions. She glared daggers at him as he scolded her for trying to go in and help the soldier who had gone after the children. Something he hadn’t been willing to do himself. “I don’t want to die. I want to help!” She yelled back at him. ”Maybe you’re willing to give up on that soldier and those children, but I’m Not.” Imeeya couldn’t believe the cowardice the man was displaying. It only served to rile up her anger further.
It didn’t help that he was standing between her and the doorway to the building, impeding her ability to take any further action. If only he would just move. But Imeeya was too angry to even begin to come up with the words that would get him out of her way. The fire in her eyes threatened to bore right through him. It was then that he made the mistake of talking again. And the mistake of informing her what she was going to be doing. Why he thought she had any reason to listen to him, she did not know.
“I’m not going back to a temple to sit there helplessly while there are people out here who need help.” The volume of her voice rose as she spoke with him, locking eyes with him defiantly. ”And you have no authority to force me to do so.” The wheels were turning in Imeeya’s head as she formulated her reply. She wasn’t about to take no for an answer. “So you can either find me something that I can do to be useful, or I’m going to find something for myself.” As Timaeus stepped away Imeeya eyed the door again, an ultimatum popping into her head. He wanted to keep her safe? Then maybe he’d do as she said. ”You either make sure that soldier and those children get out of there safely, or I’m going to do it myself since you seem incapable of managing it on your own.” There, that final insult to his honor should spur him to action if nothing else had so far. She started back towards the door to the building just to underscore her point.,
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Imeeya had just glimpsed some movement coming from within the smoke of the building when she felt herself being grabbed by the shoulders and hauled back away from the doorway. She spun on man, anger glinting in her eyes. It was Timaeus, of course. She didn’t know who else she expected. She opened her mouth to yell at him, but he got there first, telling her off for her actions. She glared daggers at him as he scolded her for trying to go in and help the soldier who had gone after the children. Something he hadn’t been willing to do himself. “I don’t want to die. I want to help!” She yelled back at him. ”Maybe you’re willing to give up on that soldier and those children, but I’m Not.” Imeeya couldn’t believe the cowardice the man was displaying. It only served to rile up her anger further.
It didn’t help that he was standing between her and the doorway to the building, impeding her ability to take any further action. If only he would just move. But Imeeya was too angry to even begin to come up with the words that would get him out of her way. The fire in her eyes threatened to bore right through him. It was then that he made the mistake of talking again. And the mistake of informing her what she was going to be doing. Why he thought she had any reason to listen to him, she did not know.
“I’m not going back to a temple to sit there helplessly while there are people out here who need help.” The volume of her voice rose as she spoke with him, locking eyes with him defiantly. ”And you have no authority to force me to do so.” The wheels were turning in Imeeya’s head as she formulated her reply. She wasn’t about to take no for an answer. “So you can either find me something that I can do to be useful, or I’m going to find something for myself.” As Timaeus stepped away Imeeya eyed the door again, an ultimatum popping into her head. He wanted to keep her safe? Then maybe he’d do as she said. ”You either make sure that soldier and those children get out of there safely, or I’m going to do it myself since you seem incapable of managing it on your own.” There, that final insult to his honor should spur him to action if nothing else had so far. She started back towards the door to the building just to underscore her point.,
Imeeya had just glimpsed some movement coming from within the smoke of the building when she felt herself being grabbed by the shoulders and hauled back away from the doorway. She spun on man, anger glinting in her eyes. It was Timaeus, of course. She didn’t know who else she expected. She opened her mouth to yell at him, but he got there first, telling her off for her actions. She glared daggers at him as he scolded her for trying to go in and help the soldier who had gone after the children. Something he hadn’t been willing to do himself. “I don’t want to die. I want to help!” She yelled back at him. ”Maybe you’re willing to give up on that soldier and those children, but I’m Not.” Imeeya couldn’t believe the cowardice the man was displaying. It only served to rile up her anger further.
It didn’t help that he was standing between her and the doorway to the building, impeding her ability to take any further action. If only he would just move. But Imeeya was too angry to even begin to come up with the words that would get him out of her way. The fire in her eyes threatened to bore right through him. It was then that he made the mistake of talking again. And the mistake of informing her what she was going to be doing. Why he thought she had any reason to listen to him, she did not know.
“I’m not going back to a temple to sit there helplessly while there are people out here who need help.” The volume of her voice rose as she spoke with him, locking eyes with him defiantly. ”And you have no authority to force me to do so.” The wheels were turning in Imeeya’s head as she formulated her reply. She wasn’t about to take no for an answer. “So you can either find me something that I can do to be useful, or I’m going to find something for myself.” As Timaeus stepped away Imeeya eyed the door again, an ultimatum popping into her head. He wanted to keep her safe? Then maybe he’d do as she said. ”You either make sure that soldier and those children get out of there safely, or I’m going to do it myself since you seem incapable of managing it on your own.” There, that final insult to his honor should spur him to action if nothing else had so far. She started back towards the door to the building just to underscore her point.,
Timaeus was growing tired of having to cater to Imeeya’s misguided sense of what she was capable of doing to help. There was no denying it, in his mind, that her decision to run into the flames of the burning building would end in nothing, but a dead heiress. Perhaps it was Timaeus being pessimistic, as he was already thoroughly convinced that both the soldier and the children inside were dead, but there was nothing that would convince him that Imeeya would be spared from the flames if she disobeyed him. She was a noblewoman, not the battle-hardened soldier she believed herself to be. Her draping fabrics would quickly catch and her lack of upper body strength may doom her if a burning beam fell from the rafters. Imeeya just very simply did not have the skills that were needed to save herself if trouble arrived.
It was also her status that made Timaeus more determined to protect her from her own foolish ideas. Imeeya was the heir to a dynestia. If she died, it would almost certainly spell doom for the Drakos line. After all, he of all people knew that all hope cannot be put into one sibling and her younger sister Essa had none of the Drakos fire within her that her mother and elder sister showed. Timaeus could not let the young noblewoman enter the burning building. Not when an entire lineage’s legacy rested on her shoulders. He’d rather see Hades freeze over than willingly let this girl make such a catastrophic mistake.
But by the gods, did she make it tempting.
Timaeus could do nothing but stand there as she spewed her anger at him, insulting his pride and honor for refusing to chase after the soldier as well. She made him out to be a coward with her words and that alone was nearly enough for Timaeus to walk away and begin practicing his condolences for Lady Tythra. After all, he was from a family who had no great lands or coffers to speak of. What the Valaoritis had was loyalty and honor stemming from their bravery in battle. So, her words cut deep and just as she angrily bored through him with her stare, he did the same. The anger and frustration burned bright in his eyes as he waited for her to finish. It took every ounce of patience that he could muster, but he knew that if he held out, Imeeya would eventually tire herself… hopefully.
When she paused, he took the moment of silence to practically growl at her, “And what help will it be to your house if you return to them in a coffin?” He truly failed to understand why Imeeya was not fazed by the threat of a painful death. It was almost foolish in his eyes to want to run into the open embrace of Hades, especially when so much depended on her. Though, a small part of him understood. He could remember the days when he was just as foolhardy as her, ready to take on the world, safe in the comfort that if he didn’t return home there would be others to take his place. Now he knew all too well what the Valaoritis stood to lose if he ran into the flames. It was not a cowardly act as she seemed to believe. It was bravery in a way that she had yet to understand. He was choosing to spare his family the pain that they already knew through the loss of his brother and father.
“Lady Imeeya,” He started to say in a low tone, attempting to convey the seriousness of the situation without her suffering the embarrassment of others hearing, “Listen to me carefully. Your life is worth more than everyone here combined... including myself. You are the heir to the Drakos lineage. The legacy of your family rests on you and no one else.” He didn’t know how she would react to him mentioning her family, but it was clear to him that she needed the reminder to set her down the right course of action… and if she wasn’t going to see it for herself, everyone here would for her.
“Every moment I stand here, protecting you from yourself is a moment that can’t be spent on getting the soldier and children out of that building. I cannot and will not put their lives above yours.” He said in the same grave tone before he needed to pause for a moment and look away from the girl in order to mumble curses under his breath. Timaeus was struggling to not release his anger upon her, knowing full well that Imeeya would not think twice about informing her mother about the rude and spiteful baron who screamed at her… even if that baron managed to save her daughter’s life, if he said the wrong thing, Tythra’s clout and might at court would ruin Timaeus.
However, the final straw came when Imeeya said that he did not have the authority to send her to the temple. Instead of it being the powerful command of a baroness like she clearly intended, it merely sounded like the cry of a spoiled child who had been told ‘no’ for the first time. Those eleven little words told him that she did not care for what he had been saying and her own dreams of personal glory were worth more to her than her own family. That was when Tim truly lost it. Not because he had finally reached his breaking point with Imeeya, but for a moment, he could hear Sil saying those same words before he brought more shame upon Tim’s family. Without realizing it, Imeeya had successfully tapped into the store of anger that Timaeus held for his brother, something he held back to keep their fragile family together.
And he was about to let it loose on the Drakos heiress.
“Oh, is that what I tell your mother when you die in there? You expect me to look her in the eye and tell her that I didn’t have the authority to save her daughter from choking to death on the smoke?! Or that it wasn’t my place to keep you from the flames that will eat you faster than a starving man sitting down for a feast?!” He was practically screaming this at her, throwing away any caution of saving their reputations as he was thoroughly infuriated with the child before him. “That is if there is anything left of you to bring your mother! Do you not realize what you are trying to do by entering that building?! How can you not see that you will only bring pain and hurt to those your family?! Why are you being so careless?!”
At this point, Timaeus knew he was going too far. Tears welled in his eyes as images of his brother and father flashed in his mind, along with all the sleepless nights that Timaeus had spent drinking to forget their ever-present memory. To forget how out of place he felt in a room full of leaders when he was just merely a soldier. This wasn’t the path he was supposed to take in life, but it was the one he was forced to take and it was forged in a loss Imeeya seemed to be determined to give to her mother and sister. Maybe that was why Timaeus was fighting so hard to keep her out of that building. He couldn’t spare his own family from that ache that was left in Nico’s wake, but he could save Essa and Tythra from Imeeya’s.
Before he could say anything else though, he could see out of the corner of his eye that the lieutenant had arrived. Thankful for the reprieve from the confrontation between him and Imeeya, he turned his back on her and went over to introduce himself. It took only a brief moment to inform the soldier of his task, to escort Lady Imeeya to safety… but a mere moment was all Imeeya needed.
When Timaeus turned around to call the girl over, she was not where he had left her. With his heart sinking, he knew that there was only one place he needed to look. Hoping against hope that she wouldn’t be there, Tim turned slowly towards the door, just in time to see her silhouette disappear in the smoke beyond the threshold. An almost animal-like yell left Timaeus, as just like before, he raced towards the noblewoman to stop her from making this horrible decision. However, he was just a moment too late. When he got to the doorframe, she was nowhere to be found.
She had gone inside.
Instantly, his overprotective nature came out to play and he shed the extra adornments of fabric he had worn to impress the lovely Leni, who already lay dead halfway across the city, before covering his mouth and going in after her. As the heat assaulted him and the smoke stifled him, he was aware of what a grave error he had made. But Imeeya was in here too. He knew that he needed to find her and he needed to do it quickly.
Or the fire would soon add the two noble folks to its list of victims.
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Timaeus was growing tired of having to cater to Imeeya’s misguided sense of what she was capable of doing to help. There was no denying it, in his mind, that her decision to run into the flames of the burning building would end in nothing, but a dead heiress. Perhaps it was Timaeus being pessimistic, as he was already thoroughly convinced that both the soldier and the children inside were dead, but there was nothing that would convince him that Imeeya would be spared from the flames if she disobeyed him. She was a noblewoman, not the battle-hardened soldier she believed herself to be. Her draping fabrics would quickly catch and her lack of upper body strength may doom her if a burning beam fell from the rafters. Imeeya just very simply did not have the skills that were needed to save herself if trouble arrived.
It was also her status that made Timaeus more determined to protect her from her own foolish ideas. Imeeya was the heir to a dynestia. If she died, it would almost certainly spell doom for the Drakos line. After all, he of all people knew that all hope cannot be put into one sibling and her younger sister Essa had none of the Drakos fire within her that her mother and elder sister showed. Timaeus could not let the young noblewoman enter the burning building. Not when an entire lineage’s legacy rested on her shoulders. He’d rather see Hades freeze over than willingly let this girl make such a catastrophic mistake.
But by the gods, did she make it tempting.
Timaeus could do nothing but stand there as she spewed her anger at him, insulting his pride and honor for refusing to chase after the soldier as well. She made him out to be a coward with her words and that alone was nearly enough for Timaeus to walk away and begin practicing his condolences for Lady Tythra. After all, he was from a family who had no great lands or coffers to speak of. What the Valaoritis had was loyalty and honor stemming from their bravery in battle. So, her words cut deep and just as she angrily bored through him with her stare, he did the same. The anger and frustration burned bright in his eyes as he waited for her to finish. It took every ounce of patience that he could muster, but he knew that if he held out, Imeeya would eventually tire herself… hopefully.
When she paused, he took the moment of silence to practically growl at her, “And what help will it be to your house if you return to them in a coffin?” He truly failed to understand why Imeeya was not fazed by the threat of a painful death. It was almost foolish in his eyes to want to run into the open embrace of Hades, especially when so much depended on her. Though, a small part of him understood. He could remember the days when he was just as foolhardy as her, ready to take on the world, safe in the comfort that if he didn’t return home there would be others to take his place. Now he knew all too well what the Valaoritis stood to lose if he ran into the flames. It was not a cowardly act as she seemed to believe. It was bravery in a way that she had yet to understand. He was choosing to spare his family the pain that they already knew through the loss of his brother and father.
“Lady Imeeya,” He started to say in a low tone, attempting to convey the seriousness of the situation without her suffering the embarrassment of others hearing, “Listen to me carefully. Your life is worth more than everyone here combined... including myself. You are the heir to the Drakos lineage. The legacy of your family rests on you and no one else.” He didn’t know how she would react to him mentioning her family, but it was clear to him that she needed the reminder to set her down the right course of action… and if she wasn’t going to see it for herself, everyone here would for her.
“Every moment I stand here, protecting you from yourself is a moment that can’t be spent on getting the soldier and children out of that building. I cannot and will not put their lives above yours.” He said in the same grave tone before he needed to pause for a moment and look away from the girl in order to mumble curses under his breath. Timaeus was struggling to not release his anger upon her, knowing full well that Imeeya would not think twice about informing her mother about the rude and spiteful baron who screamed at her… even if that baron managed to save her daughter’s life, if he said the wrong thing, Tythra’s clout and might at court would ruin Timaeus.
However, the final straw came when Imeeya said that he did not have the authority to send her to the temple. Instead of it being the powerful command of a baroness like she clearly intended, it merely sounded like the cry of a spoiled child who had been told ‘no’ for the first time. Those eleven little words told him that she did not care for what he had been saying and her own dreams of personal glory were worth more to her than her own family. That was when Tim truly lost it. Not because he had finally reached his breaking point with Imeeya, but for a moment, he could hear Sil saying those same words before he brought more shame upon Tim’s family. Without realizing it, Imeeya had successfully tapped into the store of anger that Timaeus held for his brother, something he held back to keep their fragile family together.
And he was about to let it loose on the Drakos heiress.
“Oh, is that what I tell your mother when you die in there? You expect me to look her in the eye and tell her that I didn’t have the authority to save her daughter from choking to death on the smoke?! Or that it wasn’t my place to keep you from the flames that will eat you faster than a starving man sitting down for a feast?!” He was practically screaming this at her, throwing away any caution of saving their reputations as he was thoroughly infuriated with the child before him. “That is if there is anything left of you to bring your mother! Do you not realize what you are trying to do by entering that building?! How can you not see that you will only bring pain and hurt to those your family?! Why are you being so careless?!”
At this point, Timaeus knew he was going too far. Tears welled in his eyes as images of his brother and father flashed in his mind, along with all the sleepless nights that Timaeus had spent drinking to forget their ever-present memory. To forget how out of place he felt in a room full of leaders when he was just merely a soldier. This wasn’t the path he was supposed to take in life, but it was the one he was forced to take and it was forged in a loss Imeeya seemed to be determined to give to her mother and sister. Maybe that was why Timaeus was fighting so hard to keep her out of that building. He couldn’t spare his own family from that ache that was left in Nico’s wake, but he could save Essa and Tythra from Imeeya’s.
Before he could say anything else though, he could see out of the corner of his eye that the lieutenant had arrived. Thankful for the reprieve from the confrontation between him and Imeeya, he turned his back on her and went over to introduce himself. It took only a brief moment to inform the soldier of his task, to escort Lady Imeeya to safety… but a mere moment was all Imeeya needed.
When Timaeus turned around to call the girl over, she was not where he had left her. With his heart sinking, he knew that there was only one place he needed to look. Hoping against hope that she wouldn’t be there, Tim turned slowly towards the door, just in time to see her silhouette disappear in the smoke beyond the threshold. An almost animal-like yell left Timaeus, as just like before, he raced towards the noblewoman to stop her from making this horrible decision. However, he was just a moment too late. When he got to the doorframe, she was nowhere to be found.
She had gone inside.
Instantly, his overprotective nature came out to play and he shed the extra adornments of fabric he had worn to impress the lovely Leni, who already lay dead halfway across the city, before covering his mouth and going in after her. As the heat assaulted him and the smoke stifled him, he was aware of what a grave error he had made. But Imeeya was in here too. He knew that he needed to find her and he needed to do it quickly.
Or the fire would soon add the two noble folks to its list of victims.
Timaeus was growing tired of having to cater to Imeeya’s misguided sense of what she was capable of doing to help. There was no denying it, in his mind, that her decision to run into the flames of the burning building would end in nothing, but a dead heiress. Perhaps it was Timaeus being pessimistic, as he was already thoroughly convinced that both the soldier and the children inside were dead, but there was nothing that would convince him that Imeeya would be spared from the flames if she disobeyed him. She was a noblewoman, not the battle-hardened soldier she believed herself to be. Her draping fabrics would quickly catch and her lack of upper body strength may doom her if a burning beam fell from the rafters. Imeeya just very simply did not have the skills that were needed to save herself if trouble arrived.
It was also her status that made Timaeus more determined to protect her from her own foolish ideas. Imeeya was the heir to a dynestia. If she died, it would almost certainly spell doom for the Drakos line. After all, he of all people knew that all hope cannot be put into one sibling and her younger sister Essa had none of the Drakos fire within her that her mother and elder sister showed. Timaeus could not let the young noblewoman enter the burning building. Not when an entire lineage’s legacy rested on her shoulders. He’d rather see Hades freeze over than willingly let this girl make such a catastrophic mistake.
But by the gods, did she make it tempting.
Timaeus could do nothing but stand there as she spewed her anger at him, insulting his pride and honor for refusing to chase after the soldier as well. She made him out to be a coward with her words and that alone was nearly enough for Timaeus to walk away and begin practicing his condolences for Lady Tythra. After all, he was from a family who had no great lands or coffers to speak of. What the Valaoritis had was loyalty and honor stemming from their bravery in battle. So, her words cut deep and just as she angrily bored through him with her stare, he did the same. The anger and frustration burned bright in his eyes as he waited for her to finish. It took every ounce of patience that he could muster, but he knew that if he held out, Imeeya would eventually tire herself… hopefully.
When she paused, he took the moment of silence to practically growl at her, “And what help will it be to your house if you return to them in a coffin?” He truly failed to understand why Imeeya was not fazed by the threat of a painful death. It was almost foolish in his eyes to want to run into the open embrace of Hades, especially when so much depended on her. Though, a small part of him understood. He could remember the days when he was just as foolhardy as her, ready to take on the world, safe in the comfort that if he didn’t return home there would be others to take his place. Now he knew all too well what the Valaoritis stood to lose if he ran into the flames. It was not a cowardly act as she seemed to believe. It was bravery in a way that she had yet to understand. He was choosing to spare his family the pain that they already knew through the loss of his brother and father.
“Lady Imeeya,” He started to say in a low tone, attempting to convey the seriousness of the situation without her suffering the embarrassment of others hearing, “Listen to me carefully. Your life is worth more than everyone here combined... including myself. You are the heir to the Drakos lineage. The legacy of your family rests on you and no one else.” He didn’t know how she would react to him mentioning her family, but it was clear to him that she needed the reminder to set her down the right course of action… and if she wasn’t going to see it for herself, everyone here would for her.
“Every moment I stand here, protecting you from yourself is a moment that can’t be spent on getting the soldier and children out of that building. I cannot and will not put their lives above yours.” He said in the same grave tone before he needed to pause for a moment and look away from the girl in order to mumble curses under his breath. Timaeus was struggling to not release his anger upon her, knowing full well that Imeeya would not think twice about informing her mother about the rude and spiteful baron who screamed at her… even if that baron managed to save her daughter’s life, if he said the wrong thing, Tythra’s clout and might at court would ruin Timaeus.
However, the final straw came when Imeeya said that he did not have the authority to send her to the temple. Instead of it being the powerful command of a baroness like she clearly intended, it merely sounded like the cry of a spoiled child who had been told ‘no’ for the first time. Those eleven little words told him that she did not care for what he had been saying and her own dreams of personal glory were worth more to her than her own family. That was when Tim truly lost it. Not because he had finally reached his breaking point with Imeeya, but for a moment, he could hear Sil saying those same words before he brought more shame upon Tim’s family. Without realizing it, Imeeya had successfully tapped into the store of anger that Timaeus held for his brother, something he held back to keep their fragile family together.
And he was about to let it loose on the Drakos heiress.
“Oh, is that what I tell your mother when you die in there? You expect me to look her in the eye and tell her that I didn’t have the authority to save her daughter from choking to death on the smoke?! Or that it wasn’t my place to keep you from the flames that will eat you faster than a starving man sitting down for a feast?!” He was practically screaming this at her, throwing away any caution of saving their reputations as he was thoroughly infuriated with the child before him. “That is if there is anything left of you to bring your mother! Do you not realize what you are trying to do by entering that building?! How can you not see that you will only bring pain and hurt to those your family?! Why are you being so careless?!”
At this point, Timaeus knew he was going too far. Tears welled in his eyes as images of his brother and father flashed in his mind, along with all the sleepless nights that Timaeus had spent drinking to forget their ever-present memory. To forget how out of place he felt in a room full of leaders when he was just merely a soldier. This wasn’t the path he was supposed to take in life, but it was the one he was forced to take and it was forged in a loss Imeeya seemed to be determined to give to her mother and sister. Maybe that was why Timaeus was fighting so hard to keep her out of that building. He couldn’t spare his own family from that ache that was left in Nico’s wake, but he could save Essa and Tythra from Imeeya’s.
Before he could say anything else though, he could see out of the corner of his eye that the lieutenant had arrived. Thankful for the reprieve from the confrontation between him and Imeeya, he turned his back on her and went over to introduce himself. It took only a brief moment to inform the soldier of his task, to escort Lady Imeeya to safety… but a mere moment was all Imeeya needed.
When Timaeus turned around to call the girl over, she was not where he had left her. With his heart sinking, he knew that there was only one place he needed to look. Hoping against hope that she wouldn’t be there, Tim turned slowly towards the door, just in time to see her silhouette disappear in the smoke beyond the threshold. An almost animal-like yell left Timaeus, as just like before, he raced towards the noblewoman to stop her from making this horrible decision. However, he was just a moment too late. When he got to the doorframe, she was nowhere to be found.
She had gone inside.
Instantly, his overprotective nature came out to play and he shed the extra adornments of fabric he had worn to impress the lovely Leni, who already lay dead halfway across the city, before covering his mouth and going in after her. As the heat assaulted him and the smoke stifled him, he was aware of what a grave error he had made. But Imeeya was in here too. He knew that he needed to find her and he needed to do it quickly.
Or the fire would soon add the two noble folks to its list of victims.
Imeeya couldn’t believe that Timaeus was so willing to just yell at her right in front of her face. Who did he think that he was to do something like that? She would have to let her mother know how he had treated her when all was said and done. She was about to open her mouth to shout something to that effect at him when she saw the tears glistening in his eyes. Clearly, the stress of the situation had caused the man to lose his head entirely. She saw no reason in wasting her words on this man when he was clearly beyond the point of rational argument. She hoped that this was only a one-time event, for this kind of weakness of character was not a desirable trait in a military man. She considered the possibility that she may have to raise this issue with his superiors when this was all over.
Luckily, she only had to endure the shouting of this deranged man for only a few more moments before he was distracted by the arrival of another soldier to which he had to attend. Imeeya took this opportunity to get away from Timaeus and head in to help the soldier who had entered looking for the children who were supposed to be inside. The smoke was thick and choking and Imeeya coughed and pulled the fabric of her chiton up over her mouth, attempting to filter out some of the black smoke from the air.
Imeeya skirted wide around some flaming rubble within the home, hoping to catch a glimpse of the soldier who had gone inside. She couldn’t see much through the thick smoke and the flickering light. She took a deep breath to call out the soldier’s name hoping she might be heard over the crackling of the fire. She hadn’t considered that she didn’t know his name when she first opened her mouth, but that lack of knowledge was instantly rendered unimportant as she had just inhaled a mouthful of smoke when she lowered the fabric from her mouth to call for him. Instead of calling out his name, Imeeya found herself in a coughing fit.
Her eyes watering, Imeeya looked up to see the soldier in front of her, holding the children under his arms. She coughed a few more times as she tried to speak to him, the world around her seemed to be sort of fuzzy, but that might have just been the smoke itself making everything seem blurry and far away. It was with that thought that Imeeya found that the floor was coming up to meet her, and then everything went dark.
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Imeeya couldn’t believe that Timaeus was so willing to just yell at her right in front of her face. Who did he think that he was to do something like that? She would have to let her mother know how he had treated her when all was said and done. She was about to open her mouth to shout something to that effect at him when she saw the tears glistening in his eyes. Clearly, the stress of the situation had caused the man to lose his head entirely. She saw no reason in wasting her words on this man when he was clearly beyond the point of rational argument. She hoped that this was only a one-time event, for this kind of weakness of character was not a desirable trait in a military man. She considered the possibility that she may have to raise this issue with his superiors when this was all over.
Luckily, she only had to endure the shouting of this deranged man for only a few more moments before he was distracted by the arrival of another soldier to which he had to attend. Imeeya took this opportunity to get away from Timaeus and head in to help the soldier who had entered looking for the children who were supposed to be inside. The smoke was thick and choking and Imeeya coughed and pulled the fabric of her chiton up over her mouth, attempting to filter out some of the black smoke from the air.
Imeeya skirted wide around some flaming rubble within the home, hoping to catch a glimpse of the soldier who had gone inside. She couldn’t see much through the thick smoke and the flickering light. She took a deep breath to call out the soldier’s name hoping she might be heard over the crackling of the fire. She hadn’t considered that she didn’t know his name when she first opened her mouth, but that lack of knowledge was instantly rendered unimportant as she had just inhaled a mouthful of smoke when she lowered the fabric from her mouth to call for him. Instead of calling out his name, Imeeya found herself in a coughing fit.
Her eyes watering, Imeeya looked up to see the soldier in front of her, holding the children under his arms. She coughed a few more times as she tried to speak to him, the world around her seemed to be sort of fuzzy, but that might have just been the smoke itself making everything seem blurry and far away. It was with that thought that Imeeya found that the floor was coming up to meet her, and then everything went dark.
Imeeya couldn’t believe that Timaeus was so willing to just yell at her right in front of her face. Who did he think that he was to do something like that? She would have to let her mother know how he had treated her when all was said and done. She was about to open her mouth to shout something to that effect at him when she saw the tears glistening in his eyes. Clearly, the stress of the situation had caused the man to lose his head entirely. She saw no reason in wasting her words on this man when he was clearly beyond the point of rational argument. She hoped that this was only a one-time event, for this kind of weakness of character was not a desirable trait in a military man. She considered the possibility that she may have to raise this issue with his superiors when this was all over.
Luckily, she only had to endure the shouting of this deranged man for only a few more moments before he was distracted by the arrival of another soldier to which he had to attend. Imeeya took this opportunity to get away from Timaeus and head in to help the soldier who had entered looking for the children who were supposed to be inside. The smoke was thick and choking and Imeeya coughed and pulled the fabric of her chiton up over her mouth, attempting to filter out some of the black smoke from the air.
Imeeya skirted wide around some flaming rubble within the home, hoping to catch a glimpse of the soldier who had gone inside. She couldn’t see much through the thick smoke and the flickering light. She took a deep breath to call out the soldier’s name hoping she might be heard over the crackling of the fire. She hadn’t considered that she didn’t know his name when she first opened her mouth, but that lack of knowledge was instantly rendered unimportant as she had just inhaled a mouthful of smoke when she lowered the fabric from her mouth to call for him. Instead of calling out his name, Imeeya found herself in a coughing fit.
Her eyes watering, Imeeya looked up to see the soldier in front of her, holding the children under his arms. She coughed a few more times as she tried to speak to him, the world around her seemed to be sort of fuzzy, but that might have just been the smoke itself making everything seem blurry and far away. It was with that thought that Imeeya found that the floor was coming up to meet her, and then everything went dark.
"Oh no."
Maximus barely dodged the burning timbers that were falling from the ceiling. The young man was running out of time and was beginning to feel faint. "Maintain discipline," Maximus told himself while waded through the flames. "Remember your training."
However, years of training couldn't prepare Maximus for this. The entire country burning with people being cooked alive in their homes. The constant barrage of fireballs it was just like back when Maximus was on tour against the Barbarians. Panic took over Maximus for a bit but he quickly quelled it. He is a soldier of Colchis, he needed to act like one. The children that Maximus was with were crying and coughing. The citizens' safety should be Maximus' first and only priority. His father taught him to if there was a choice between Maximus and the citizen in a life or death situation then he should prepare to sacrifice his life.
Just then, Maximus heard loud coughing and saw a young blond woman around his age standing in the building with her eyes watering. Placing the children behind him Maximus stuck his hand out for the woman to take. "Come with me citizen!" he shouted. "Hurry! Before the building collapses!"
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"Oh no."
Maximus barely dodged the burning timbers that were falling from the ceiling. The young man was running out of time and was beginning to feel faint. "Maintain discipline," Maximus told himself while waded through the flames. "Remember your training."
However, years of training couldn't prepare Maximus for this. The entire country burning with people being cooked alive in their homes. The constant barrage of fireballs it was just like back when Maximus was on tour against the Barbarians. Panic took over Maximus for a bit but he quickly quelled it. He is a soldier of Colchis, he needed to act like one. The children that Maximus was with were crying and coughing. The citizens' safety should be Maximus' first and only priority. His father taught him to if there was a choice between Maximus and the citizen in a life or death situation then he should prepare to sacrifice his life.
Just then, Maximus heard loud coughing and saw a young blond woman around his age standing in the building with her eyes watering. Placing the children behind him Maximus stuck his hand out for the woman to take. "Come with me citizen!" he shouted. "Hurry! Before the building collapses!"
"Oh no."
Maximus barely dodged the burning timbers that were falling from the ceiling. The young man was running out of time and was beginning to feel faint. "Maintain discipline," Maximus told himself while waded through the flames. "Remember your training."
However, years of training couldn't prepare Maximus for this. The entire country burning with people being cooked alive in their homes. The constant barrage of fireballs it was just like back when Maximus was on tour against the Barbarians. Panic took over Maximus for a bit but he quickly quelled it. He is a soldier of Colchis, he needed to act like one. The children that Maximus was with were crying and coughing. The citizens' safety should be Maximus' first and only priority. His father taught him to if there was a choice between Maximus and the citizen in a life or death situation then he should prepare to sacrifice his life.
Just then, Maximus heard loud coughing and saw a young blond woman around his age standing in the building with her eyes watering. Placing the children behind him Maximus stuck his hand out for the woman to take. "Come with me citizen!" he shouted. "Hurry! Before the building collapses!"
As Timaeus moved deeper into the burning house, his hope that Imeeya would be alright kept diminishing with every step. The smoke was just simply overwhelming and the simple rag he had tied around his nose and mouth was doing nothing to block out the heavy soot just lingering in the air. He could barely see and it was harder to determine what shapes were what when they were outlined in a bright orange glow.
The Baron wanted to call out for her, see if she could respond still, but he knew it was a terrible idea. It would waste what little precious oxygen remained in the air and Imeeya was so bitter with his attempts to prevent this very scenario that she was unlikely to respond to anyway. He had to rely on his sight alone as he instinctively moved low to the ground, searching for the noblewoman. Timaeus could only pray that she wasn’t already laying dead from her own stupid decisions. Or that her lack of judgment would end up costing him his life as well.
For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, the Valaoritis could faintly hear what sounded like coughing over the roar of the fire. Turning towards it and moving carefully, Timaeus was able to make his way through the rubble in the flame where two familiar people were along with smaller faces; the Soldier and the children. So they had survived Timaeus thought to himself with an overwhelming sense of relief. He had thought that they would have been long dead at this point in such a huge fire and choking smoke, but they seemed to be surprisingly fine… but he could not say the same for Imeeya.
His eyes finally rested on her and it only then did Timaeus realize that the girl was passed out on the floor, quickly succumbing to the smoke and the heat. Without hesitation, the Baron rushed forward to scoop up the heiress and lift her from what would have been an ashy grave if he hadn’t followed her in. Motioning for the soldier to follow with the children, Timaeus turned on his heels and made his way back towards where he knew where the door was with Imeeya practically a rag doll in his arms.
Even though he could see the light from the outside, making it to the entryway seemed to be a thousand times harder with the added weight of Imeeya, not to mention the general barrage of heat and smoke upon his lungs, but the Baron was determined to make it out and live, even though with every step, his knees wanted to buckle beneath him to curl up into a never-ending sleep. However, he couldn’t let that happen. Imeeya needed to get out. He had to get out. Their families were counting on them, on him. The baron tried to block out the painful acidic air and instead tried to focus on the faces of his family, flashing in front of his eyes, giving him a reason to put one foot in front of the other.
Until he made it to the door.
Once the first breath of fresh air hit his lungs, the sheer shock of it was enough to finally bring Tim to his knees, having completed his task. He was careful to not let Imeeya fall from his grasp though as she too took in greedy lungfuls of the air they so desperately needed.
They hardly had a chance to process the fact that they were alive before a swarm of a hands came down upon them, pulling the Heiress and Baron away from the building and further into the cleaner air with the soldier and children right behind them. Cupfuls of water, meant to douse the family was poured onto their singeing clothes and overly-warm faces, cooling the group as the volunteers, lead by the soldier who was supposed to bring Imeeya to the temples, guided them to carts to take the wounded to the temples. Timaeus did not protest, knowing full well that he was no longer in any shape to assist and that he needed to keep an eye on Imeeya lest she ran off again.
Dazed and overcome with a feeling of lightheadedness, he thanked his lucky stars that they had all survived this scrape with death. He could only hope that this would serve as a lesson to both of about how foolish they had been to run into that fire Imeeya when she awoke and the soldier afterward when Tim was finished giving the man a piece of his mind. But that would be for later. Not right now as the cart lurched forward to take them away from the danger of the flames and towards the safety of the gods’ temples.
They were all alive and that was enough for right now.
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As Timaeus moved deeper into the burning house, his hope that Imeeya would be alright kept diminishing with every step. The smoke was just simply overwhelming and the simple rag he had tied around his nose and mouth was doing nothing to block out the heavy soot just lingering in the air. He could barely see and it was harder to determine what shapes were what when they were outlined in a bright orange glow.
The Baron wanted to call out for her, see if she could respond still, but he knew it was a terrible idea. It would waste what little precious oxygen remained in the air and Imeeya was so bitter with his attempts to prevent this very scenario that she was unlikely to respond to anyway. He had to rely on his sight alone as he instinctively moved low to the ground, searching for the noblewoman. Timaeus could only pray that she wasn’t already laying dead from her own stupid decisions. Or that her lack of judgment would end up costing him his life as well.
For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, the Valaoritis could faintly hear what sounded like coughing over the roar of the fire. Turning towards it and moving carefully, Timaeus was able to make his way through the rubble in the flame where two familiar people were along with smaller faces; the Soldier and the children. So they had survived Timaeus thought to himself with an overwhelming sense of relief. He had thought that they would have been long dead at this point in such a huge fire and choking smoke, but they seemed to be surprisingly fine… but he could not say the same for Imeeya.
His eyes finally rested on her and it only then did Timaeus realize that the girl was passed out on the floor, quickly succumbing to the smoke and the heat. Without hesitation, the Baron rushed forward to scoop up the heiress and lift her from what would have been an ashy grave if he hadn’t followed her in. Motioning for the soldier to follow with the children, Timaeus turned on his heels and made his way back towards where he knew where the door was with Imeeya practically a rag doll in his arms.
Even though he could see the light from the outside, making it to the entryway seemed to be a thousand times harder with the added weight of Imeeya, not to mention the general barrage of heat and smoke upon his lungs, but the Baron was determined to make it out and live, even though with every step, his knees wanted to buckle beneath him to curl up into a never-ending sleep. However, he couldn’t let that happen. Imeeya needed to get out. He had to get out. Their families were counting on them, on him. The baron tried to block out the painful acidic air and instead tried to focus on the faces of his family, flashing in front of his eyes, giving him a reason to put one foot in front of the other.
Until he made it to the door.
Once the first breath of fresh air hit his lungs, the sheer shock of it was enough to finally bring Tim to his knees, having completed his task. He was careful to not let Imeeya fall from his grasp though as she too took in greedy lungfuls of the air they so desperately needed.
They hardly had a chance to process the fact that they were alive before a swarm of a hands came down upon them, pulling the Heiress and Baron away from the building and further into the cleaner air with the soldier and children right behind them. Cupfuls of water, meant to douse the family was poured onto their singeing clothes and overly-warm faces, cooling the group as the volunteers, lead by the soldier who was supposed to bring Imeeya to the temples, guided them to carts to take the wounded to the temples. Timaeus did not protest, knowing full well that he was no longer in any shape to assist and that he needed to keep an eye on Imeeya lest she ran off again.
Dazed and overcome with a feeling of lightheadedness, he thanked his lucky stars that they had all survived this scrape with death. He could only hope that this would serve as a lesson to both of about how foolish they had been to run into that fire Imeeya when she awoke and the soldier afterward when Tim was finished giving the man a piece of his mind. But that would be for later. Not right now as the cart lurched forward to take them away from the danger of the flames and towards the safety of the gods’ temples.
They were all alive and that was enough for right now.
As Timaeus moved deeper into the burning house, his hope that Imeeya would be alright kept diminishing with every step. The smoke was just simply overwhelming and the simple rag he had tied around his nose and mouth was doing nothing to block out the heavy soot just lingering in the air. He could barely see and it was harder to determine what shapes were what when they were outlined in a bright orange glow.
The Baron wanted to call out for her, see if she could respond still, but he knew it was a terrible idea. It would waste what little precious oxygen remained in the air and Imeeya was so bitter with his attempts to prevent this very scenario that she was unlikely to respond to anyway. He had to rely on his sight alone as he instinctively moved low to the ground, searching for the noblewoman. Timaeus could only pray that she wasn’t already laying dead from her own stupid decisions. Or that her lack of judgment would end up costing him his life as well.
For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, the Valaoritis could faintly hear what sounded like coughing over the roar of the fire. Turning towards it and moving carefully, Timaeus was able to make his way through the rubble in the flame where two familiar people were along with smaller faces; the Soldier and the children. So they had survived Timaeus thought to himself with an overwhelming sense of relief. He had thought that they would have been long dead at this point in such a huge fire and choking smoke, but they seemed to be surprisingly fine… but he could not say the same for Imeeya.
His eyes finally rested on her and it only then did Timaeus realize that the girl was passed out on the floor, quickly succumbing to the smoke and the heat. Without hesitation, the Baron rushed forward to scoop up the heiress and lift her from what would have been an ashy grave if he hadn’t followed her in. Motioning for the soldier to follow with the children, Timaeus turned on his heels and made his way back towards where he knew where the door was with Imeeya practically a rag doll in his arms.
Even though he could see the light from the outside, making it to the entryway seemed to be a thousand times harder with the added weight of Imeeya, not to mention the general barrage of heat and smoke upon his lungs, but the Baron was determined to make it out and live, even though with every step, his knees wanted to buckle beneath him to curl up into a never-ending sleep. However, he couldn’t let that happen. Imeeya needed to get out. He had to get out. Their families were counting on them, on him. The baron tried to block out the painful acidic air and instead tried to focus on the faces of his family, flashing in front of his eyes, giving him a reason to put one foot in front of the other.
Until he made it to the door.
Once the first breath of fresh air hit his lungs, the sheer shock of it was enough to finally bring Tim to his knees, having completed his task. He was careful to not let Imeeya fall from his grasp though as she too took in greedy lungfuls of the air they so desperately needed.
They hardly had a chance to process the fact that they were alive before a swarm of a hands came down upon them, pulling the Heiress and Baron away from the building and further into the cleaner air with the soldier and children right behind them. Cupfuls of water, meant to douse the family was poured onto their singeing clothes and overly-warm faces, cooling the group as the volunteers, lead by the soldier who was supposed to bring Imeeya to the temples, guided them to carts to take the wounded to the temples. Timaeus did not protest, knowing full well that he was no longer in any shape to assist and that he needed to keep an eye on Imeeya lest she ran off again.
Dazed and overcome with a feeling of lightheadedness, he thanked his lucky stars that they had all survived this scrape with death. He could only hope that this would serve as a lesson to both of about how foolish they had been to run into that fire Imeeya when she awoke and the soldier afterward when Tim was finished giving the man a piece of his mind. But that would be for later. Not right now as the cart lurched forward to take them away from the danger of the flames and towards the safety of the gods’ temples.
They were all alive and that was enough for right now.