Since her first week in the brothel, Arianni had come to realize that the place had become a prison for her. The people inside with her were nice enough to her, but it was without a doubt that she could not leave. Braga did not even need to post guards at her door, for the dangers outside in the streets effectively kept the Konti locked inside her establishment.
And so Arianni had begun to plot her escape.
On the first day of the second week of her stay, just after dawn when most of the clients were leaving for their homes and the whores were retiring to their beds - to sleep rather than to please a passion-starved man - the Konti went to work. Locking her door, she placed the two chairs in her room on her bed so that they would not get in her way. It was easy enough to do; the chairs were made from some sort of lightweight wood. The table proved to be a different matter. Not physically strong, Arianni could not lift it up without making any noise and alerting her neighbors of the activity she was doing in her room. And so she settled with lifting it up on one side and tilting it until it sat on it side on one end of the room. That left the rug, which was easily rolled up. Underneath were the wooden floorboards, of course, nailed to the ground with no way for Arianni to pry them loose.
Or so it had seemed.
For several moments, the young Konti woman studied each of the wooden planks that served as floor boards, noting how they were held down firm by iron nails on each of their corners. She measured their size, at one point standing on top of them and even sitting to estimate how many she needed to remove in order for her slim form to fit in.
Eventually, Arianni went to work. Focusing inwardly, she called upon her magical gift, creating a pea-sized rip in time and space just above one of the nail heads of one of the floorboards she wanted to remove. With utmost concentration, she lowered the small portal ever closer to her target. And then she instilled a 'pull' to it - one way, and only at the point where it hovered over the nail. It was one so strong that the nail was out before the Konti even realized it. It also left her light headed.
Her next attempt left her swooning and she knew she was close to overgiving.
Arianni proceeded more cautiously on the days that followed, not pushing her limits to the edge in case the tragedy that happened when she was younger occurred once more. She had finer control over her powers now and she had a telling sign whenever she was close to overgiving: the voice in her head, the whispers that called to her, grew more incessant, more commanding. She would cease all magic activities then for fear of falling into the trap of the voice's words. It had a compelling quality about it, one that she knew would lead to her downfall. And so she was prudent in her use of voiding, though it was difficult for her to ignore the call of the voice or the temptation to open more than one portal to finish her work faster. But she operated with the knowledge that her attempt at escaping would be for naught should she commit a mistake that would find her on the Other Side once more. And so she was careful. Very careful.
It was close to the end of the season now and she had a nice little tunnel running underneath the House of Happy Endings, one only large enough to accommodate someone her side, and only if she crawled on all fours at that. A dog-sized portal was used to eat away the soil and rocks, though there was no pull to it. Arianni had learned from her lessons with removing the nails from the floorboards. Manually moving the portal to consume the packed dirt was enough for her. She knew not how far her tunnel went, but she had aimed for the shortest direction that would lead her away from the city: northwest. She had changed the timing of her tunneling as well, only working on it during the height of activity of the brothel, which was during the night when everyone thought she was sleeping. During the day the hole was covered up once more by the floorboards and the rug, topped by the table and chairs. No one would know anything was amiss.
Arianni always went into her tunnel naked, knowing that she would be hardpressed to explain how she got soil and dirt on her dress if she went in fully clothed. She would wash away most of the grime when she returned and her daily baths, one she insisted from Braga to keep her scales shiny and lustrous, removed the worst of it. Today however, she brought her pack with her, for during the last leg of her digging the previous night she felt a change in the air pressure inside her tunnel, as if fresh air was coursing through it. Half a bell worth of using her portal to eat at the dirt revealed its source as her portal found no more dirt to swallow. She had broken through the ground, but she didn';t come out into the open night air as she expected.
She broke through into another subterranean tunnel, one much larger than the one she had created. In the dim light of her torch, she could see the support beams that prevented the whole place from collapsing into itself. The Konti wondered who created such a place.
Arianni didn't realize it but she was in one of the tunnels of the abandoned mine of Sunberth. |