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“Pull the gates up! I’m the last one in, just make sure you close ‘em!” A powerful voice roared over the sounds of battle below. Its owner swinging their guarded fists, the sound of metal connecting to bone and the sickening crunch following right behind each swing that signaled the end of whatever it connected with. In this case, it was the unfortunate head of some person who had succumbed to the disease of whatever plague that had taken over their world in recent years. Another swing, a grunt, and the man behind the furiously flying fists would hop back in time to dodge another being snapping at the air inches from his arm.
“Shit!” The man in question was none other than Sett the Boss. Previous owner of the infamous Pits of Navori, now turned into a Colony of survivors. And one of the top three left standing the world. It was here Sett had decided to make his final stand when the end of the world basically came crawling to his doorstep. And it was here he began to house people and creatures of all kinds, to keep them safe. With the help of his mother, his two commanders, and a few of his original workers they had managed to carve out a living in what was once the Fighting Pits and turned it into a decently hospitable living. Which included gardening, livestock, running water. The works, really. They had a nice living station set up, and it had worked so far.
Another swing, and a crunch of something (Sett hoped it was just bone, but by now no one could guess) under fist and he was backing up towards the heavy steel doors to the side. It was his only escape now, and he’d bought enough time for the caravan to get through the large double gates in the front. Another swing, a loud grunt as it missed and he almost caught teeth in his arms. Snarling under breath, Sett took another step back just as the doors behind him swung open and he was met with spears on either side of him. The guards he’d placed there speared those that tried to come in, and created an opening just large enough for the Boss to get through. He slipped inside, watching behind him for the Guards to make it back in too. Amber orbs glowered as darkness settled in once the doors closed, torches lining the walls of the hallway illuminating the stone walls and flooring. Sett shook his hands a bit loose, rolling his shoulders and making his way back down the long halls into the wide space that marked the center of the Pits.
What was once the dirt covered fighting grounds had been turned into a campsite of sorts. Tents pitched, fires made. It all had the smell, sounds, sights of life that were now void beyond the walls. As Sett made his way in, he’d find himself greeted by the many people who were still there and not out beyond the walls on Runs. Just his presence alone, made the people rejoice. Believe they have their way of life now. And for a while, Sett would let this be the way they are. Most of the people who stayed weren’t adept at fighting, but he held regular sessions teaching everyone the basics. Along with his two commanders, they managed to get the job done and make sure that at least everyone knew basics, and those that wished it knew more so they could travel outside the walls to help aid survivors and scavenge for things that were needed.
Sett would handle most of the pleasantries, greeting people. Checking in on some. Then, when it was all said and done, he’d finally make his escape into his office-turned-room. He’d once joked about basically living in the Pits, but now. Well…
Guess he couldn’t joke about it anymore. He’d pass by the room right next to his, only pausing briefly to check in and see his ma resting. She’d been working hard lately, so he’d not bother her yet. She’d find out he was home soon enough. Slipping away and quietly going to the room next door, he’d just step in and finally shrug off the heavy coat he wore. It was similar to his older one, just a bit thicker to save himself from bites. That familiar purple fur still framed the top half, and as well as providing defense it also helped keep the Boss to a bit of his old self when everything had changed. Shaking off the gauntlets next, he’d go to what looked like a small tamaya on the opposing wall of his desk. Taking up one of the sticks, he’d place it gently in the sand, lighting it with a spark of his magic and watching the smoke waft up.
Though the shrine held no pictures, it did hold two things of clear importance to Sett. A Moonsilver blade, hung carefully and looking to have been well worn and cared for. And then, a Lunari scarf. One that had the touches of old blood coating a side that no matter what Sett had tried to do through the thick tears spilling from his eyes at the time, he just hadn’t been able to get out. Taking a moment to pause and look over the items, the Boss let out a deep sigh before flashing a tired grin. An attempt at his usual, charming self coming back to life.
“M’ home, Mooncake. Did ya miss me?”