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Hunting Hunters Hunted<br>
Too far, too late, no more<br>
Vol I, The First Arc<br>
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Excerpts from the Writings of J�sada the Wise<br>
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<div align="left"><IMG src="Book/fancy_font/T_62x62.dds" width=62 height=62>he lonely figure, running ... running he knows not where, but far, far, for sure ... eyes tearing ... breath smashing ... deep into lungs ... and rushing out again ... cannot stop ... must not stop ... lead them ... away ... never allow ... the hunters ... to catch up ... run away from ... <br>
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Only, in his mind, deeply buried, an anguished wail is gradually forcing its way upwards. With each footfall that thuds into the leafmold, the jarring impact that forces more breath into and out of his screaming lungs, his fear shudders nearer to the surface. Soon, he knows, soon he will become a mindless machine, a living, running, wailing banshee, forever wailing: "my baabeeee ...! " And only his killers will ever know.<br>
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Like the essence of shadow did they move, leaping from one branch to another, as if the very air was pulling them along with its lithe embrace. They raced through the trees without a sound, without bending a single bough as they stalked their prey. The Band of Tree Sap Acolytes moved as one; flying here and there as they launched their light and powerful forms from one vine to another; and perhaps the vines themselves were handing them on, propelling them through the vast canopies of Valenwood.<br>
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Below and before them, far ahead beyond reach of their mortal senses, so far they knew they could not arrive in time, as their hearts stained and their muscles creaked and tore, and unceasing they raced on, their Communion showed them the tragedy unfolding beneath the Canopy of the Great Green.<br>
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Several Bosmer scouts carefully picked their way through the undergrowth. Skilled as they were, and as quickly as they were moving they could not outpace their hidden stalkers. Even when their sharp eyes looked up into the darkness above them they could not discover the secret the shadows held. Their hunters, skilled and highly trained Khajiit warriors, could disappear behind a broad leaf spray or slip behind the trunk of a tree on instinct alone, just before those eyes found them. No leaf was turned, no twig snapped, no small creature received or gave warning. And for this hunt the hunters were mostly relying on scent so that they were able to keep a fair distance between themselves and their prey. <br>
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The scouts without doubt had no clue they were being followed, and were assured that the forest about their haven was clear of the enemy - or supremely skilled as they too were in the ways of the Forest, the hunted would have disappeared into the trunk of a tree and all would have been for nothing. Though the war raged on to the east they knew there was simply no way raiders could have gotten this far into Valenwood without their keen mer eyes spotting them. Their arrogance was common of Khajiiti prey, for they never knew what dangers awaited them above and out of sight.<br>
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<br>
The band of warriors was varied, for each had their own purpose in this raid. A single Alfiq ran ahead of the pack, gliding through the trees like a forest nymph. She was easily able to outpace the rest of the band. The housecat-like beast was certainly as intelligent as the rest and her small form allowed her to move much closer to the targets without alerting them. Behind the Alfiq trailed several Suthay-raht dressed only lightly in clothes from their homeland. Both male and female, the Suthay-raht were tasked with setting flame to the villages and towns they encountered with utmost speed while their more powerful cousins attacked directly.<br>
<br>
A frightening sight trailed the leading group - a small legion of Cathay-raht warriors. The large jaguar-like Khajiiti would be the primary assault force once they discovered the location of the enemy�s village, and it would be they who rained from the trees like wild fire falling from the heavens. Each one carried a curved Khajiiti blade that was both cruel and efficient, and all wore light custom made leather armor that hugged their frames perfectly.<br>
<br>
But the truly impressive thing about the army wasn�t their numbers, their size, or how well equipped they were. Indeed the most significant aspect of the army of Khajiiti was that they all moved as silently as death itself, and the Bosmer had no idea what they were leading to their home village. To look up would reveal nothing, and to listen for them was futile. One might as well attempt to see the air or listen for the sound of silence.<br>
<br>
<br>
It was not long before the Bosmer scouts, satisfied that all was as it should be, turned home empty-handed, without any information on the location of the enemy. As each Bosmer city was fighting for its own self interest there were no warnings, no messages from neighboring cities that had already fallen to the Khajiit. The raiding party was well ahead of any refuges from those towns, so the small sleepy village of Laer�De�Lange carried on its slow daily routines with no inkling of what was about to befall them. <br>
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They were received back into their village with warm welcome, and as the keen Khajiiti warriors took up their positions above the town in the high trees and settled down to wait, the Bosmer below sang and danced long into the night.<br>
<br>
Unlike some Bosmer villages along the Northern Borders of Valenwood this one was not built entirely from foreign wood imported from the Colovian forests to the north, because this was a Tree Sap Community. Here, deeper in the forest the people also used beautiful skins bound and burnished with resins rendered from certain insects and other exotic ingredients that their knowledge of the forest bequeathed them and could call upon the Ancient Lore they called the Pact to meld these with the Trees themselves; likewise certain special trees, giants empowered with magica, could be encouraged with song to open corridors and chambers within their trunks that could be lovingly polished, furnished and lived in. The Khajiit warriors knew something of this and knew all would burn well! As the mer below drank themselves into oblivion with fermented pig�s milk the warriors made the final preparations for their assault. <br>
<br>
Bosmer Mercenary Companies could be formidable foes when prepared, but these were ordinary folk, hunters and foragers, women with children and these could do little but die whilst attempting to flee from the invaders. Still, sometimes they would take up arms, wielding weapons taken from the Imperial lands and attempt to defend their villages, and they were always very skilled with bows. However, to develop and maintain skill with the foreign weapons requires regular training and those with sufficient knowledge to teach such skills were scarce outside the Companies, so their effectiveness in battle was limited. This particular village no longer had any brave warriors standing watch. So it was no surprise to the Khajiit above that as the first fires broke out mer simply ran into the night instead of fighting.<br>
<br>
Indeed, soon every building in the small village and the trees around them were turned into a dancing inferno. The mer that attempted to flee the village found themselves surrounded by Cathay-raht warriors. It made no difference which route they attempted to use to escape the conflagration, for there were always warriors there to stop them. Their glowing yellow eyes haunted the villagers for the brief moments they had left of life.<br>
<br>
If these trees could speak - but they could not, not that Khajiit ears could hear. But they could weep, and weep they did. Tears of green sap that soon turned red, then brown and blackening were blown upwards in sprays of incandescent steam, dust and ashes as they began to scream. Deep underground those screams were heard and a God began the long awakening from his sleep of eons.<br>
<br>
The brave Khajiiti warriors had their fill of carnage that night, as they had on several nights before. The screaming of women and children was music to their souls and the burning stench of dead mer made them hunger for more. They were delighted then, when more of the succulent morsels appeared, on the outskirts of what was once Laer�De�Lange.
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Hunting Hunters Hunted<br>
遠すぎず、遅すぎず。適正距離を保って追うべし。<br>
第一章, The First Arc<br>
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J�sada the Wiseの手記より抜粋<br>
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<div align="left"><IMG src="Book/fancy_font/T_62x62.dds" width=62 height=62>男はただ一人で駆けていた。が、 どこへ向かっているのかは自分でもわからなかった。ただ遠くへ、ひたすら遠くへ 、 目から涙があふれ、呼吸をするたび肺の奥深くが痛む。しかし止まることはできない。止まってはならない。連れ戻される…許されるはずがない…ハンターが来る…あそこからの逃亡者を捕まえに…<br>
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男の脳内はこのことで埋めつくされ、苦渋に満ちた嘆きは次第に足を速めさせた。 腐葉土を踏む音の一つ一つが不快に感じられ、呼吸をするたび肺が悲鳴をあげる。恐怖を抑えるのはもはや限界だった。次の瞬間、男は何も考えることができなくなっていた。生き、走り、バンシーのごとく叫び声をあげる。延々「my baabeeee ...! 」と叫び続けた。そしてその声は追跡者の耳にも届いていた。<br>
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影の生まれ変わりのごとく彼らは移動する。枝から枝へ、空気が彼らをしなやかに包み込んでいるかのように。音を出すことも木を曲げることもなく彼らは犠牲者を追跡していた。The Band of Tree Sapの信徒たちが 枝の間を跳び回り、ツタからツタへ、時には彼ら自身が手をつなぎツタ代わりとなってValenwoodの森を移動するさまは、まるで一つの生き物のようであった。<br>
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Below and before them, far ahead beyond reach of their mortal senses, so far they knew they could not arrive in time, as their hearts stained and their muscles creaked and tore, and unceasing they raced on, their Communion showed them the tragedy unfolding beneath the Canopy of the Great Green.<br>
<br>
<br>
Several Bosmer scouts carefully picked their way through the undergrowth. Skilled as they were, and as quickly as they were moving they could not outpace their hidden stalkers. Even when their sharp eyes looked up into the darkness above them they could not discover the secret the shadows held. Their hunters, skilled and highly trained Khajiit warriors, could disappear behind a broad leaf spray or slip behind the trunk of a tree on instinct alone, just before those eyes found them. No leaf was turned, no twig snapped, no small creature received or gave warning. And for this hunt the hunters were mostly relying on scent so that they were able to keep a fair distance between themselves and their prey. <br>
<br>
The scouts without doubt had no clue they were being followed, and were assured that the forest about their haven was clear of the enemy - or supremely skilled as they too were in the ways of the Forest, the hunted would have disappeared into the trunk of a tree and all would have been for nothing. Though the war raged on to the east they knew there was simply no way raiders could have gotten this far into Valenwood without their keen mer eyes spotting them. Their arrogance was common of Khajiiti prey, for they never knew what dangers awaited them above and out of sight.<br>
<br>
<br>
The band of warriors was varied, for each had their own purpose in this raid. A single Alfiq ran ahead of the pack, gliding through the trees like a forest nymph. She was easily able to outpace the rest of the band. The housecat-like beast was certainly as intelligent as the rest and her small form allowed her to move much closer to the targets without alerting them. Behind the Alfiq trailed several Suthay-raht dressed only lightly in clothes from their homeland. Both male and female, the Suthay-raht were tasked with setting flame to the villages and towns they encountered with utmost speed while their more powerful cousins attacked directly.<br>
<br>
A frightening sight trailed the leading group - a small legion of Cathay-raht warriors. The large jaguar-like Khajiiti would be the primary assault force once they discovered the location of the enemy�s village, and it would be they who rained from the trees like wild fire falling from the heavens. Each one carried a curved Khajiiti blade that was both cruel and efficient, and all wore light custom made leather armor that hugged their frames perfectly.<br>
<br>
But the truly impressive thing about the army wasn�t their numbers, their size, or how well equipped they were. Indeed the most significant aspect of the army of Khajiiti was that they all moved as silently as death itself, and the Bosmer had no idea what they were leading to their home village. To look up would reveal nothing, and to listen for them was futile. One might as well attempt to see the air or listen for the sound of silence.<br>
<br>
<br>
It was not long before the Bosmer scouts, satisfied that all was as it should be, turned home empty-handed, without any information on the location of the enemy. As each Bosmer city was fighting for its own self interest there were no warnings, no messages from neighboring cities that had already fallen to the Khajiit. The raiding party was well ahead of any refuges from those towns, so the small sleepy village of Laer�De�Lange carried on its slow daily routines with no inkling of what was about to befall them. <br>
<br>
They were received back into their village with warm welcome, and as the keen Khajiiti warriors took up their positions above the town in the high trees and settled down to wait, the Bosmer below sang and danced long into the night.<br>
<br>
Unlike some Bosmer villages along the Northern Borders of Valenwood this one was not built entirely from foreign wood imported from the Colovian forests to the north, because this was a Tree Sap Community. Here, deeper in the forest the people also used beautiful skins bound and burnished with resins rendered from certain insects and other exotic ingredients that their knowledge of the forest bequeathed them and could call upon the Ancient Lore they called the Pact to meld these with the Trees themselves; likewise certain special trees, giants empowered with magica, could be encouraged with song to open corridors and chambers within their trunks that could be lovingly polished, furnished and lived in. The Khajiit warriors knew something of this and knew all would burn well! As the mer below drank themselves into oblivion with fermented pig�s milk the warriors made the final preparations for their assault. <br>
<br>
Bosmer Mercenary Companies could be formidable foes when prepared, but these were ordinary folk, hunters and foragers, women with children and these could do little but die whilst attempting to flee from the invaders. Still, sometimes they would take up arms, wielding weapons taken from the Imperial lands and attempt to defend their villages, and they were always very skilled with bows. However, to develop and maintain skill with the foreign weapons requires regular training and those with sufficient knowledge to teach such skills were scarce outside the Companies, so their effectiveness in battle was limited. This particular village no longer had any brave warriors standing watch. So it was no surprise to the Khajiit above that as the first fires broke out mer simply ran into the night instead of fighting.<br>
<br>
Indeed, soon every building in the small village and the trees around them were turned into a dancing inferno. The mer that attempted to flee the village found themselves surrounded by Cathay-raht warriors. It made no difference which route they attempted to use to escape the conflagration, for there were always warriors there to stop them. Their glowing yellow eyes haunted the villagers for the brief moments they had left of life.<br>
<br>
If these trees could speak - but they could not, not that Khajiit ears could hear. But they could weep, and weep they did. Tears of green sap that soon turned red, then brown and blackening were blown upwards in sprays of incandescent steam, dust and ashes as they began to scream. Deep underground those screams were heard and a God began the long awakening from his sleep of eons.<br>
<br>
The brave Khajiiti warriors had their fill of carnage that night, as they had on several nights before. The screaming of women and children was music to their souls and the burning stench of dead mer made them hunger for more. They were delighted then, when more of the succulent morsels appeared, on the outskirts of what was once Laer�De�Lange.
