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| Kilad | Sat Jun 11, 2011 9:44 pm Post #1 |
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Kilad couldn’t believe his eyes as he stood in frozen horror at the carnage before him. Two half-naked corpses lay in a conjoined heap on the bed, their intertwined bodies embedded with a half-dozen arrows each. A sanguine ocean soaked the once-white sheets and spilled onto the wooden graining of the floor. He didn’t recognize the man lying on top, but the woman… He had known her all his life. “Mom,” he uttered, almost silently and with immeasurable strain. Kilad dropped his short-bow with a clang at the room’s threshold and rushed to the bed, tugging the man’s body out of his mother and throwing him to the floor. Tears rushed down the young man’s face as he pulled the bloodied arrows free from the woman’s carcass and then held her in his arms. She had been his only source of love, his only pillar of support. He had never known his father, and this strong, resourceful, and nurturing woman had raised him single-handedly through the years, taught him to be a virtuous person, and now she was dead, obliterated, at his hand. Kilad didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident—beyond his control. Through his veins coursed the cursed blood of demonic heritage, and upon witnessing the brutal rape that sinister demeanor broke free of its mentally constructed prison, the steel bars of virtue shattered. Only once his rage had been quelled by the double murder did the Tiefling regain possession of his sanity, only then did he realize what he’d done. Hours passed—afternoon turning to night, night into morning—and Kilad remained holding onto his mother, now stiff as a tree trunk with rigor mortis. He realized he couldn’t stay much longer. He’d have to leave before people found out what happened. The situation was beyond explaining, or if explained would be met with dire consequences. But where would he go? He’d lived in Brighton all his life and didn’t know much about the surrounding world. Still, drastic circumstances call for drastic action: That he knew, testified by recent actions so sardonically realized. He’d need to pack a bag with enough supplies for a fortnight, but before he could even find a bag, an ominous noise came from outside the house’s front door: Knock knock knock! F**k! Kilad thought, scrambling on his knees to pick up the short-bow left in the room’s doorway. I gotta get out of here now! He crawled to the window and pushed it open, looking outside to make sure the coast was clear. It was, so the young Tiefling jumped out and ran towards the docks, figuring he'd catch a voyage to some place, any place, that was far away from home. |
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| Zaki | Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:38 am Post #2 |
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Zaki gently put her large bag on the ground. She had a ship to catch, but first she'd have a little bit of lunch. The monk sat down gently on a waist high wall, and plucked out a few wax-paper wrapped packages from her satchel. The final object she drew was a wickedly sharp knife. With practiced hands she cut the twine and then the ingredients beneath. Raw fish of a few different types, cooked rice and seaweed wrappings. The dish was Istani but the principle ingredients were present here, like they were in many ports. Zaki quickly sliced apart the roll and popped the first little cylinder in her mouth. It was okay, and at home she would have done better presentation. Her eyes trailed over the port as she prepped a second roll. White sails bobbed with the waves that slipped by the natural breakwaters, seabirds wheeled and flocked. There was a sense of life, a pulse of energy to the docks. It was enjoyable to watch, a starkly different sort of energy than what she experienced at either monastery in her life. The monk sat for a few minutes longer, popping sushi into her mouth. Bells chimed from one of the religious institutions of the town. Thirty minutes until she had to be aboard the ship. The girl sighed, she rather disliked sea travel. She glanced up and down the path, deeper into the town. There was someone running. Running was infrequently a harbinger of good things. Zaki lifted her halberd from her pack and planted the massive polearm across the narrow path. Without looking up, she offered one of her small sushis "I don't know what you are up to, but why not sit down and eat with me? Nothing is worth that much of a rush, is it?" Zaki suggested. The monk nodded at the spot beside her. "Plus, if you go any farther this way you'll need to buy passage aboard a ship." Zaki stated. By the look of him, she doubted he had the gold on him. He was armed, but armed didn't mean a thing in these turbulent times. |
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| Kilad | Sat Jun 18, 2011 12:12 am Post #3 |
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Sprinting as quickly as his legs would take him, Kilad cut a sharp corner onto the sloping main street. Unassuming stores sat on both sides of the empty road. Some distance up ahead, the congested dock extended into the shining ocean. Breaching the horizon, the rising sun cast long shadows, and realized a spectacular flurry of vermillion red, cadmium orange, and quinacridone violet across the cloudless sky. Sweat poured down the Tiefling's effeminate face. His cerulean blue headband kept his burnt sienna hair from blocking his phthalo green gaze and from sticking to his lightly tanned cheeks. His palladian blue tabard swayed in his swiftness, his short-bow and quiver thumped against his back, and his burnt umber gladiator sandals clamored against the ground. The scent of salt water filled his nostrils, as he drew closer to the dock and spotted a peculiar woman, sitting on a short wall and eating some sea food. She was young and attractive, with strange light blue hair and beautiful, reflective armor that covered her body. A long-shadowed halberd was embedded in the path between the two warriors, and as Kilad slowed his pace to a walk, the woman, without looking up, suggested that he take a bite to eat. The Tiefling found this random offering weird and mysterious. He had never been stopped by a stranger before and asked to share a meal. Upon her remark that nothing was worth that much of a rush, Kilad silently chuckled and mused, How about escaping a double homicide. Nonetheless, he was extremely hungry and tired, having not eaten for many hours, staying up the entire night crying, and sprinting half a mile from his home. He made for the offered seat on the wall and heard her remark about buying passage onto a ship. S**t, the Tiefling thought, I didn't grab any loot. There was no time. He sat down next to the woman, took the roll from her hand, and placed it in his watering mouth, drowning in the ecstasy of the raw fishy taste. When he finished swallowing, he managed a reply amongst long, deep breaths, "Thanks for your generosity... It's greatly appreciated... I had a very long night... I don't have any gold... I'm going to try to find a ship... that I can work on to pay for the trip... My name's Kilad. What's yours?" Edited by Kilad, Sat Jun 18, 2011 12:16 am.
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