Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170322063406

“The Walk of Chronicles.” Humita replied as she ascended the stairs toward the stonework walk that ran alongside the basin walls. Every 15 paces, there was a small grotto with another set of statues inside. Some portrayed people, others showed places, and a handful were of events from Sahali history. On the second level, a few of the grottos had a line of caution tape before them and cans of paint sitting nearby as members of the temple repaired the worn and damaged ones. Between each were long lines of traditional Sahali calligraphy. "This is how the ancients commemorated the past and it is something we contrinue to this day." The elder said, motioning towards the few new grottos being carved out of the walls.

“Your former allies were foolish to cross you, but...” Humita said as she hung a left towards the start of the Walk. "I'm getting ahead of myself."

Leading Osiris towards the start, the Elder showed her a Grotto where inside was a relief of a beastlike humanoid with parts of a more mechanical humanoid orbiting around it.

"Tell me, what do you make of this?"

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(Bracketed text is Sahali Language)

"During the Ibaalin-Sahali War, slavers thought they'd take thier chances and bag a few refugees or even wounded soldiers. Makes sense; the former could be written off as a casualty, and the latter just gets an MIA tag..." Lucina replied to Gretel, taking a few deep breaths.

"Once, I ran into a slaver while on patrol. The [bastard] claimed he was a relief worker, but since when do they A. get to work during a battle and B. carry around shock collars? Made me sick, shot him dead on the spot. I do not regret it at all; that scum was barely worth the bullet."

"He had 3 kids with him; 2 little boys and thier older sister I think. I led them back to camp, got 'em some food, patched their wounds." the Banshee paused for a moment before continuing her story, her voice only getting more and more steely.

"Some of our troops said: Let's keep 'em around. We could use an extra hand here and there. Doesn't take a genius to know what they really wanted. That night, I snuck her a spare pistol, SERE kit, and told her and the kids where the nearst settlement was..."

Both Hargreave and Beverly waited until they were certain Ginger was gone before they each quietly snickered for a second.

"Happens to all of us..." the Jaguar commented to herself before starting towards the afforementioned meeting room with Hargreave in tow.

"She reminds me of me when I was her age..." the Raccoon mused on her old days in the Atlesian Intelligence Services. As they came up on what they assumed was the door, the two paused outside and waited until Ginger or someone else actually let them in.