Feyre
She had originally hoped that she wouldn't actually ever have to kill something she knew was sentient. She knew she was supposedly in a game but so far everything was just so... real. She didn't feel particularly bad for the bandits but she didn't feel good about killing them either. Her sword snaked out at inhuman speeds and found the soft, unarmoured flesh of the one who had called himself Mikel the leader. She had already known that fact before, but it was good to get confirmation from people about things like that. [The System] was pretty useless when it came to actually doing things unprompted, unless it annoyed her. Mikel screamed and the one next to him, Zigor, tried begging for mercy as Feyre pulled her sword from Mikel's neck and turned to him.
"I am sorry... May [The System] in all its benevolence make you a better person in your next life..."
She didn't stab this one, instead opting for a clean slice, halving him vertically from the crown of his head to his abdomen. She was quite pleased with that spiel. She hoped the Iftani Theocracy believed in reincarnation.
She looked up and saw Pavolia shooting fire at some bandits that had attacked her. She smiled and when Pavolia looked at her she gave a thumbs up. Pavolia renewed her efforts with vigor. Karrlund was fighting a few bandits as well, his weapon swinging in wide, cleaving arcs. The bandits had seemingly only realised their mistake after engaging Karrlund, assuming he'd be slow. Karrlund's attacks were effective and brutal, bandits attacking him fell like a sapling in a hurricane. Then she looked to Emrik. She kicked a bandit, caving in his face and paid attention. She thought he was a rogue but hadn't looked at his status since she managed to get it to show class. She couldn't look at it now since it covers the entirety of her vision. She'd wait until afterwards. Emrik was fast. Insanely fast. Some bandits had obviously thought he'd be an easier target since he was quite scrawny but those daggers he wielded rarely didn't strike true. Even then, the poison dealt with the ones he didn't kill instantly very, very quickly.
She saw some bandits trying to run, ones she'd identified as Lima and Romeo earlier. She decided keeping one captive in order to raid the bandit hideout wouldn't be a bad idea but she doubted she could keep them alive.
"Karrlund! Keep one of them alive for me! I have some questioning to do!"
She raced off and caught up with the fleeing bandits in seconds.
The bandits screamed
And my sword gleamed.
Then they made sound no more,
Their heads gently rolling across the floor.
She smiled to herself. Not the best bit of poetry she'd ever made but it wasn't the worst either. She giggled and rushed at another pair of bandits, willing herself not to dwell on anything she was doing. Feyre knew that she should be feeling guilt. Knew that she should be feeling remorse. Alas, the feelings never came. Maybe that was the bonus to her subconscious thinking she was in a game. Or maybe it was all going to come crashing down on her like a tsunami when she has some alone time. Feyre didn't know. At the moment, she didn't overly care either. She looked around and saw Karrlund had captured one. Albeit a very bloodied one who, in her not very experienced medical eyes, had both legs twisted at the extremely wrong angles. Emrik and Pavolia had finished up by the time she walked back and they all nodded at each other.
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Karrlund
He saw the carnage that the Inquisitor had left. of the maybe thirty enemies the Inquisitor had killed at least half. In the few times he'd looked over it didn't even seem like she was taking it seriously, her movements were almost lazy and yet never missed her target and killed them all in one shot. Admittedly him, Emrik and Pavolia were also killing bandits as weak as this in one hit but that wasn't really the point. When she'd yelled for him to capture on he decided that the best way to keep them from running was to break the legs. So he did that. His shin flew out and the bandits leg bent the wrong way as he fell to the ground screaming. Just in case Karrlund had done the same to his other leg. He really didn't want to fail the Inquisitor. Especially after what he had seen after she'd yelled.
Two Bandits had been fleeing. They were almost 100 feet away so Pavolia couldn't have got them with spells. He saw that the Inquisitor had a bow but no arrows so that was out of the question too. Instead he saw the Inquisitor just launch herself at such a speed that to him it was just a blur. She reached the two fleeing bandits and before she'd even stopped moving their heads were rolling on the floor. They'd screamed, obviously, many bandits had screamed this day but it wasn't long lived because well... their heads weren't attacked to their bodies. Every slice the Inquisitor had made was almost perfect. That sword she had should have been covered in blood but the sheer speeds she ran at meant the blood never stuck. Her armour on the other hand... that was completely and utterly covered. Even more so than when they first met her and she had just killed the Dire Wolf.
As she walked back over he couldn't help but feel slightly afraid. This was what [The System]'s devotees would become. He wondered at her level. The highest level he'd ever seen proven was a level 249 who was on a [Dragon] hunting quest. He didn't think that this Inquisitor was that much weaker than the man but maybe he was being silly. Barabaros was said to be one of the strongest in the whole kingdom.
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He was cut off from his train of thought when Tyrril poked his head out of the carriage and then walked over once he saw it was safe.
"Karrlund... You're keeping one alive?"
He nodded at Tyrril's question and then pointed at the Inquisitor. He was dying to know their name but he knew it would be seen as rude to ask.
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Feyre
Karrlund nodded at Tyrril's question and pointed at her. She wondered what the question was. Was he asking who killed the most? Was he asking why a [Bandit] was kept alive? Feyre didn't know. But she assumed she'd find out if she cocked her head to the side at Karrlund once she was closer.
She did just that and waited for his response once he'd definitely seen it. She was surprised it took him so long to answer at first. Then she wasn't quite as surprised since maybe he assumed she had super hearing. Once he did realise he spoke however.
"Oh... Tyrril asked if we're keeping one alive and since you wanted it I thought he should ask you."
Feyre liked Karrlund. His honesty would get him places. Well she hoped it would at least.
She walked over to the bandit and growled.
"Where's your hideout?"
The bandit looked at her and relieved himself. She stepped back, disgusted, and looked at him with disdain. Pavolia's nose scrunched up and she walked off with Emrik. The latter of which would loot the bodies and the former would burn them afterwards. Eventually the [Bandit] managed to blubber out a few sentences.
"N-Norf o' 'ere dere's a cave..."
She pulled out her bow, pulled back the string and willed her magic arrow into it and loosed it at his skull once he'd said that. She then walked away as quickly as she could.
She walked North for some time, only Karrlund was with her since Tyrril still needed protection. She could feel Karrlund's eyes watching her closely as she walked. She knew he wanted to ask her something. She also didn't really care at the moment. She was searching for the cave.
When she found it she sighed.
"Karrlund. You wish to ask something. Do it."
He froze and looked at her briefly before sighing and shaking his head. He looked quite distressed about something but he steeled his face and walked into the cave, silently gesturing for her to do so as well. Feyre resolved to get the information out of him later and entered the Cave. She was prepared for many untold horrors to be shown before her but luckily it seemed the [Bandit Leader] was softer than he had claimed.
The women captured weren't in the best of conditions but they also didn't have any signs of someone forcing themselves. Feyre walked around the cave for a while as Karrlund freed all the captive women. They were minorly traumatised, Feyre suspected, but that wasn't her problem right now. What was her current problem was this massive stone double door with a crude 'Treasury' written on it in some language she didn't know she knew. It wasn't hers and it certainly wasn't from Earth but nonetheless it was quite beautiful looking even when her mind instinctively knew it was crude and also misspelled. She had the feeling earlier it was too easy, and too quick of a progression. Now she knew why. This was meant to be the main challenge of the bandits, not the bandits themselves. She'd used her [Skill] [Identify] but all that came up was an error message.
[System: Skill: Identify: Error #001 Object blocked from Identification.]
"Useless... What's the point if people can just... block it. At least I know it wasn't Mikel's group who made it. Scumbag weaklings."
Feyre scowled at this and proceeded to push against the door with everything she had. It didn't budge. She then decide maybe trying to break it could work. She pulled out her bow and drew it, the thing she had designated as a Magical Arrow nocked itself and she loosed it only to be forced to throw herself to the floor as it rebounded and almost hit her square in the face. She grunted in annoyance and picked herself up off of the floor before stalking off to where she assumed the sleeping chambers were.
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Karrlund
He opened all of the cages through just breaking the locks. They weren't particularly sturdy make even when they weren't rusted through and through. The women he saved were all quite quiet and shy, which he understood. Emrik and Pavolia were the people persons in the group, his hulking frame scared off the more normal of people in most places. He smiled reassuringly at them as some of them uttered thanks. He didn't know where the Inquisitor had gone but she was probably doing important Inquisitor business. Slavery was one of the Major Sins of the Iftani Theocracy and all [Slavers] or anything of the sort were purged. He felt bad for these victims but also thankful because the bandit group had obviously not done anything that couldn't be fixed to any of them yet. He pitied some of the more scared looking ones, they'll have to pay through the nose for a good [Therapist] in any nation but especially so in the Theocracy in which most wrongly believed a [Priest] was a viable alternative. Although maybe since they were involved in a Heresy Investigation they'd get a [Therapist] assigned by the [Bishop]. He was a nice man.
He saw the Inquisitor walk over to the area that looks like bedchambers and so did the women he had freed.
"Is that... Is that an Inquisitor, Mister Saviour Sir?"
The one that asked him that had a [Cleric]'s robe on, albeit a ripped one. He nodded and spoke quietly.
"She's a Lieutenant..."
The crowd freezes and looks at the Inquisitor with interest. She looks over to them and nods towards the exit. She obviously wants him and the newly freed captives to leave the cave while she does her investigation.