~Dragonriders: Anubituf~
Anubituf was apart of the royal guard in the capital, it was one of those positions that he had been given because of his skill and dextrity, his seeming devotion to Syratica and all that it entailed. He was in charge of a great many troops, something that was nearly unprecedented for one so young. But he had a certain strength about himself that denoted that he was far stronger then what met the eye. He wasn't exactly the tallest soldier in his crew, in fact he came very near to being the shortest one, but despite his height, his spirit was the tallest that anyone could imagine.
It was a simple evening when he recieved the missive at his quarters. A knock had fell on the door but Anubituf couldn't be angry at that, it was actually extremely very rare that he was able to sleep the entire night without someone contacting, so he went to the door, clad in only a pair of pants and opened it to see a maid holding a missive, all he did was hold out his hand and the missive was deposited and then then the maid turned around and left as was proper. He looked down at it and then slipped back into his room in order to open it in private.
Lieutenant Anubituf,
E. has moved, S. is gone up in flames. R. will meet. Be at Q.H in 6 candlemarks. Will decide where to go from there.
B.v.R
Anubituf's brows furrowed as he read over the missive, feeling a coiling of dread before he stalked over to the fireplace and threw the missive into it, which immediately brought it into the flames which would conceal it from prying eyes. He started to pace then, knowing that whatever was discussed would be the utmost of importance. ~Sweet Dereth..~. the knowledge was almost too comical to believe, how could it be that they would do something that insane, but it was so insane that he knew that it would be blamed on other outside forces, because -everyone- knew that Carilea and Asthartia were the -real- enemies in this situation.
Well sleep wouldn't be coming, he walked over to his wardrobe to take out a clean shirt and throw it on. He knew that he would work on gathering some information as to what had happened and if their was any survivors. He had remembered escorting the priests to the Shrine Spring, that had been his duty and with the turmoil of workings in the priesthood, he had known that the priests that had been sent to the shrine were sent there predominately for confinement, to still their outspokenness while under the knowledge that they were working for the will of the goddess, Dereth.
Out of his room Anubituf went, heading down the hallway and descending into the mass hold where the troops spent their leisure hours. There were some soldiers recently having returned from an assignment, and if there was one thing that Anubituf knew, it was that a soldier would admit to -anything- when plied with enough alchohol. And so he obtained the keys to the storage room for the ale and then had several carts wheeled out into the common room, and then very pleasantly he came out, with a smile that if one didn't know him well enough, boded rather ill for those on the recieving end. "A job well done, and I've been sent to reward you with all the ale you can drink!" he proclaimed loudly toward the soldiers milling at tables and cots. There was a cheer sent up and then the ale cart was taken off his hands.
All Anubituf had to do was wait the space of an hour, by the time the ale was gone, he'd have alot of the answers that he wanted, including who ordered the desecration of the temple. Inwardly he thought that most of the soldiers looked like heaving drunken pigs, but he also kept that to himself, and when pressed with a cup, he took it but merely nursed it as he needed most of his faculties for the interrogation that he'd be conducting.
Two hours later, right when dawn was rising over the sky, he exited the Soldier's keep armed with the information that he needed which he'd promptly take to the Leader of the Resistance. Along with it was the knowledge that only two of the three priests had been killed, that meant that there was another one out there.. and if he could manage it, he would go himself to bring the priest back, perhaps put him into hiding underneath the resistance's wing. There was that bit of hope that he would succumb to, and even though he lamented the loss of life, he hoped upon hope that the one who had survived had been Guragief.