The War Courier (Open)

[Eridanus]

Day 58, Fall of 511 AV Before Midday Somewhere in Sunberth Eridanus left the Establishment, wondering if he was suicidal, greedy, over-confident, or maybe a combination of the three. The other word-runners had already left with their own missions, and he could have taken one of the normal messages. Sure, it was no less dangerous, for the start of the day had been marked by an open war between two of the major crime syndicates in the city, and various parts of Sunberth quickly began battlegrounds for the two. Still, other places of Sunberth was still relatively safe and one could safely deliver Tua's missives if one took the long route and stayed far away from the fighting. He probably would have, if Tua had not dangled an extremely tempting carrot. There were certain messages that he needed delivering to various people in various locations, the only problem being that they were in the middle of all that fighting. Getting in and out would already be a dangerous feat, and there was no knowing if that person was even alive or still at that location. The crafty owner 'accidentally' let slip that he would be extremely grateful to anyone who would take up the offer - in monetary terms - and he told all of them that it was fine if no one wanted to take the risk, really. Well, one or two did accept his job in the morning, but when Eri returned from his task of delivering his message to a far off place away from the fighting, he found that everyone except one of them had returned, with the remaining one sporting several lacerations throughout his torso. He had reported that the other one did not make it, and that the person he was supposed to be delivering to could not be found. Tua was rather displeased, but he gave the surviving courier a small portion of the bonus for the attempt, though he did not give him the base pay for that job for "job's only fulfilled if my man gets the message". It was a highly risky job that did not even guarantee returns. Yet, when Tua once again offered a series of jobs to the couriers who were gathered there, no one took it, and when he looked at the most recent addition to the word-runner team, Eri, with a thoughtful expression, Eri knew that he had to act quickly before getting taken advantage of. "I'll do it. I'll deliver one of your letters" The Vantha had said, drawing gasps of surprise from the other word-runners. They had then begun to place bets on whether he would come back, and he felt insulted that the odds were stacked pretty highly against him. Spotting a business opportunity, Tua had came in and offered to facilitate the session, taking a cut of the profits for his role. There was no choice really, and the presence of his heavily armed guards prompted the couriers to heartily agree. Eri, in a fit of rage, wanted to prove everyone wrong and in that short moment of Vantha impulse had confidently proclaimed that he would deliver all three missives instead. The odds against him sky-rocketed, and even Tua told him to reconsider as he did not want to draft another three letters if Eri had gotten himself killed on the way, which was pretty likely. Eri had then loudly slammed down almost a week's pay - 10 gold-rimmed mizas - in front of counter between him and Tua, and announced that he would be placing a bet for himself. If he did not make it, he would have no need for the gold anyway, and Tua could take an additional cut out of the bet as compensation for rewriting the letters. It was a lucrative deal, and one that Tua could not possibly lose, for he won either way. The owner had then given him the three missives, with the locations and people, and set him on his way. A fellow word-runner shook his head when Eri passed him, and so the Vantha found himself jogging towards the first location - to Cossette the 'Silver-tongue' in the Gated Community that marked the territory of the Sun's Birth. It was the nearest for it was just south to the center of Sunberth, but certainly dangerous for he had heard that quite a number of Daggerhands were initiating skirmishes against the guards of the place, trying to successfully invade the location, as well as attacking anyone going in and out of the area by reasoning that anyone who had reason to enter or leave the Gated Community would be related to their enemies and therefore had to be killed. It was insanity, and Eri knew it well. Yet, the incentives were too much to ignore, and the Vantha was always the thrill-seeker, flitting from one life-threatening situation to the other. It was a miracle that he was still alive after all these years, though what people did not know was that he always took calculated risks. This was one gamble where the odds were stacked against him, but this was also a gamble where he would turn the tables no matter what. The run has begun.

[Zandelia]

As Zandelia returned to The Establishment, her missive running mission done for now and rest just moments away she found her heart to be uncharacteristically happy for the period of time she was living in. The streets were a war zone and had been for a good few days now, escalation being a slow process at its beginning but altogether far too quick once it had been going for a week or so. True warfare had not erupted until that very morning, however for weeks there had been skirmishes and pitched scuffles within contested areas of Sunberth, merely testing their strength against each other in ways that would not provoke complete anarchy until necessary – not that anarchy was ever really a surprise in Zandelia’s home town. That morning, however, anarchy had turned into death on a huge scale. She had only been running messages to the safer regions, on the outskirts of the battles, and she had seen more bodies than she wished to forget. Oh, she had been happy at first and taken their belongings, a knife or a coin purse or two, but now it was becoming ludicrous to her.

If I don’t see another dead body today I’ll be bloody happy. So much death for lines on a map hardly anyone could read even if it was shown to them. Aggression, for no other purpose than thinning your own ranks and lightening your expenses, you bastards. Sunberth deserves better rulers she thought to herself as she turned a corner and saw a man she recognized as Eridanus, leaving the establishment as he secreted three of Tua’s messages about his person.

“When the petch did he become involved with Tua’s Establishment? How did I not notice?” she muttered to herself as she ran to catch him before he lad left but by the time she had arrived at the door he was already around a distant corner, his legs fresher than her own. She merely sighed and heaved a recuperating breath as she pushed the doors open and found one of the clerks.

“Hey, is Eridanus working here now? When did that happen Faruk?” she asked the nearest one she could find, only to be greeted with a scoffing sound and a shake of the head.

“Not for long Zandelia, he’s walking to his death. Fool bet Tua he would deliver three messages to the toughest battles raging in Sunberth. Ten gold rimmed miza he put down and even Tua tried to talk him out of the damned foolishness” Faruk told her.

“WHAT?! And you all let him run to his death over something stupid like that? Were did he go?” she asked Faruk, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him now, her fury barely contained.

“First one was gated Community, Silver Tongue, but you can’t save him. Don’t throw your own life away!” he told her in a broken voice as he was shaken violently before she shoved him to the side with a curse and set out for the door at a dead run.

The door all but exploded outwards, rebounding back into her extended forearm as she shoved it aside and skidded as she tried to turn to her left as quickly as she could and falling to the ground, rolling across her torso to bring herself back up to her feet, staggering slightly but still moving – which was the most important point at that moment. As she ran she tugged at her cold iron spiked gauntlets, pulling them into place and making sure the spikes there were well fastened. She had a feeling that she would need every single weapon within her arsenal this day just to damned well survive. She counted her weapons as she hooked another left onto the top of the main road towards the bridge across the river, the only real way into the Gated Community from the north banks of the river that cut through Sunberth. She hoped it would be enough, though her itinerary sported more concealed and situation equipment than weapons suited to the battlefront.

Assassin’s bead are all but useless, the spring blade situational. Tonfa aren’t war weapons compared to what the gangs will be carrying and the daggers are useful at best but not good in a pitched fight. Let’s hope we can bloody well sneak through then she thought to herself as she caught sight of Eridanus and pushed herself forwards at a greater speed.

“Eridanus! Stop!” she shouted, fire burning throughout her lungs in her efforts to catch him up. Her legs felt as if they were ripping to pieces but she caught up with him eventually, about half way to the bridge, and grabbed the back of his clothing.

“Stop! I’m here to help make sure you don’t petching die. Slow the shyke down” she panted at him, catching her breath with deep breaths that spoke of over-exertion.

Damned fool man! she raged to herself mentally.

[Eridanus]

Eri jogged forward to the bridge, and it seemed to him that the first delivery would be pretty simple since it was a straight path all the way to the Gated Community. No slums, no alleys, just one long open path. He knew that he was hoping for the best, but obviously things were not as optimistic as he hoped they were, for though there was indeed a straight path, it was by no means open. The gangsters and corrupted knights were currently engaging in full frontal warfare right in front of the Gated Community, for it seems Robern had sent more reinforcements to the group that were ambushing travellers who were entering or leaving the Sun's Birth headquarters and desired to invade the place straight on. It was not easy, for the ex knights had the advantage of defence and their archers were helping to slow down the invasion.

He did not hear the voice calling out to them, and his nerves nearly got the better of him as he suddenly spun around with a back-handed fist when he felt a tug on his back from behind. His eyes widened with recognition as he quickly halted his punch, stopping just before he assaulted his fellow word-runner and he quickly kept his hand, pretending that he did not just do that.

"Zandelia? What in Leth's name are you doing here? You took more letters from Tua?" He would ask in surprise. It was obviously not the case, and if she tried to dissuade him, he would have replied, "I am going to see this through, one way or another," while looking at the woman in the eye, his voice steely with determination and his gaze filled with conviction. If she wanted to help, he would accept, for he knew that any ally he could get would help him to get through this.

After that, he turned to head towards the bridge, and his wary eyes spotted two men standing at the end of the bridge. Their attire signified their allegiance with Robern's gang, and the fresh blood splattered on their clothes as well as the presence of several bodies belonging to both sides showed that there had been a battle to control the bridge and the Daggerhands were the latest to capture it.

Eri knew that they would not let him pass, for the Gated Community lay straight ahead for they would not want to allow the Sun's Birth any reinforcements from this direction. He also estimated that more reinforcements would come to protect this objective soon, for two men were hardly enough to guard a bridge. Archers would be more effective for the bridge was a long narrow straight route, and these two men were holding falchions. Reinforcements would definitely be on its way if Robern had any inkling of tactical sense at all.

His mind raced as he quickly formulated a plan, and he quickly told Zandelia what they would do. She would take the lead, and use her charms to lull the men into a false sense of security. He knew the effect the full-bodied woman had on mortal men, and it made sense to ruthlessly exploit any advantages they had. Of course, they would emphasize their neutrality in the conflict and if possible, feign ignorance regarding the current battle around the city, whichever would serve them better. She would give the sign by taking out whoever she was talking to and Eri would then quickly neutralize the other target. There was no room for mercy, no room for namby-pamby negotiations. This was war, and the urgency of war necessitated sacrifice.

He nodded to Zandelia to signify his readiness, and he motioned towards the bridge, following her as planned.

oocI assume that you would offer to help

[Finesse]

Bitter and frustrated from the sleepless days still, the Zith woman had felt claustrophobic in her cottage once again. It was a large place that she recently had come to find herself in, and she did need to know at least some of the lay out during the day as well as at night. The nightmares and restlessness that keep her up gave her incentive to head out that day. Finesse knew little about the current status of Sunberth as she rarely got the chance to talk to any people, considering they usually ran away, or attempted to kill her on sight. She knew nothing of the warring circumstances in the land, and nothing of the challenge that had been accepted by the word-runner who had a death-wish (or so it seemed).
Regardless, the Zith woman was out and about during the day, feeling her eyes burn from both lack of sleep and the burning bright sun. She was perched on a building, her wings wrapped around her like a cloak, forming a small dome over her head to try and lessen the light coming at her face. It didn't work well at all, so she was forced to keep her eyes shut. Her keen ears detected a few buzzings about from another nearby location. A sudden shouting question had become notable, however. A female voice, asking, "What?!" The rest of the conversation was muffled, and she didn't quite know what was going on, but Finesse decided to make an attempt to figure out what was going on. Her eyes, burned by the light, made out a vague shape moving quickly out of the building only moments after the outburst.
At the very least, this might turn into an interesting hunt, thought the day walking Zith. As she was currently blinded, she proceeded to follow the footsteps and heavy breaths of the one who ran. She did so from a fair distance away, and was certain to take cover behind buildings and trees, or whatever obstacles might obscure her prey's vision. It was not long that the footsteps stopped, and a conversation was opened. The Zith could now hear a male voice, though not make out what it was saying. Her current status of eye sight would not allow her to see what he looked like either, so she kept her current position, hidden away up on top of a small building. She folder her wings over her head to keep the sun out of them, and she could not tell very well if she was even particularly out of sight to them.

[Zandelia]

Zandelia knew she would not have been able to talk the Ethaefal out of his self-appointed tasks even if she had the magical persuasive talents of Brega herself. The ‘man’ clearly had more than money riding upon the success of his missions and as such saw failure as an option only relevant to his corpse – if Ethaefal could indeed die at all. She was still sceptical and open to discussion over that point, spending much time with Eridanus when she occasioned to visit Sunberth’s only library for further instruction by its dusty tomes of knowledge. She observed his character often, linking piece of his nature together through her innate intelligence and desire to know, and came to the conclusion that there was also more than personal honour at stake in his escapade – though what else there could be eluded her mind for the moment. Still, there was profit in the venture for herself, so long as she survived, and as such merely shrugged off his probing words and followed him as he jogged towards the bridge, heading south.

The Gated Community then is it, Eridanus? And here I was hoping we wouldn’t be walking directly into a petching war zone she vented to herself inwardly, exasperated at his direct nature in that regard. She had noted that men seemed to think all problems could be solved in such a manner – walking up and solving it.

It was only when they arrived at the bridge, Zandelia keeping to the shadows as much as possible in order to keep hidden and still be able to see her surroundings, that her cautious nature was proven more correct than ever. Two guards stood abreast, blocking the bridge itself – though a barricade of impenetrability it was not. They wielded what looked like falchions, but were naught more than blunted stretches of metal as far as her gaze could make out – brutal and effective tools of butchery indeed. She gave them a more than cursory look over and noted that whilst they sported the colours of a Daggerhand that they still wore naught more than padded armours. She supposed that their wages did not afford them much luxury in the choice of protection, relying more upon sheer numbers than efficiency. Still, their now dead group had been enough to take the bridge across the river – classic Sun’s Birth territory – for however brief a time, speaking of talent in weaponry at least. Her mind raced, her gaze taking in as many details as possible, relaying them to her brain where they were processed and her intelligence skills went to work in trying to formulate a plan.

“A distraction and surprise would be the best bets, swift and lethal in nature. Can’t afford to stay on the bridge for longer than a few minutes and can’t afford to leave them alive to point us out in the future” she muttered to herself. Luckily in this Eridanus agreed with her and forwarded his plan to her. It was sound enough and so she merely nodded and set off towards the two guards at a slow, luxury pace.

As she walked she let a broad smile creep across her lips, parting them just enough to give her a more sultry and the twinkle in her eye along with the turning up of the corner of her lips hinting at a desire for the men before her. She had already pulled her hood back, letting the sun’s light shine upon her blonde strands of hair, however she added to the effect by running a hand through it when she noted they were looking at her, letting the long lock sift through her fingers and become tousled around her face as they settled back into place. Her walk became less of her normal ranging stride and morphed into a rolling step, accentuating the shifting of her hips from side to side, the hint of her rump flashing each time she moved, ever forwards. As she got closer she let her gaze pass from its normal nature into an Aurist’s stare, the power flowing through her body and focusing in her eyes as she took in more than their physical features. She could sense their tiredness even from the ten yards away she was and the pains flashing through the shoulder and left arm of her target gave a hint at a point of attack, along with his right knee. The aura around those body parts crackled with what looked light lightning, flashing across a dark brown background that throbbed in and out of existence. They spoke of deeper injury than cuts and grazes and she let her smile become larger though they would not know why – a smile of victory.

“Oh, such heroic and handsome warriors need some attention indeed,” she spoke, her voice all but a purr and it sought to put them at ease, directing their thoughts away from threats and towards more carnal urges, “did you kill all of these men by yourselves? My! What…powerful…men you must be. I bit you could just have your way with a weak little thing like me” she tilted her head to the side, pouting slightly as her bust was thrust out ever so slightly and came to touch her mark’s chest as she let her left hand travel up his arm, stroking the muscles there.

“Surely you could spend some time in rest, yes…well deserved rest” she all but whispered as she brought her lips closer still to the man’s mouth, her breath definitely brushing across his neck and their evident wish to bend her over a basin all too easy to see, though she could sense the ardour of the man she touched as if it were her own, so close was she to the glowing orange inferno, crackling like the very flames in a hearth and threatening to overwhelm her senses before she cut off the flow of power into her eyes and let that sense fade over a few moments more of caressing. .

“Come, I’ll lay you down until you sleep” she finished, her last words accompanied by actions.

Her right left foot lashed out at the weakened right knee of the guard in front of her, stamping down viciously and hearing the pop of his kneecap under the sole of her boot with satisfaction. At the same time his screams began to turn the scene into the opposite of her previous seductions her right hand pulled a tonfa from its sheath and rammed its head into the join of the Daggerhand’s right arm and neck, jabbing into the secondary pain point she had been able to discern. If that were not enough she smashed a knee into the short ribs on that side once her left foot, scraping down his leg, had gained firm purchase upon the ground once more. As he fell backwards she flicked her tonfa around in a circle, twisting her wrist and slamming the butt into his temple. He would be unconscious before he hit the floor but she knelt down, pulled the dagger from her left boot sheath and slashed it across his throat for good measure.

Leave none alive to point the way she thought to herself as she twisted around to see how Eridanus had coped with his target and to offer aid if required.

She did not notice the watchful eyes from the rooftops, oblivious to their gaze as her concentration was upon the moment at hand rather than the distant possible threats.

[Eridanus]

He followed Zandelia who took the lead, but maintained a steady distance behind her to allow the men to first focus on the woman. As he approached the bridge and within the thugs' line of sight, something about her just changed, and her usual no-nonsense way of walking turned into a sort of catwalk, every movement carefully calculated to bring about the best reaction she wanted from the men. Now when Syna reigns he was subject to the whims of his mortal body, and he could feel his pulse rising slightly as his fellow word-runner began to elicit the same desire in him as she tried to from their targets. He cursed himself, focusing more on the matter at hand and tried to forcefully bring in his ethaefal personality more, the cold celestial mind not at the mercy of mortal whims and fancies in order to keep himself on the goal. If he did not act properly he might cause her grievous harm, and it was not exactly a very good way to start a day especially when he had not even delivered the first letter.

Eri suddenly felt a tingle as if something light brushed against him, and he looked around suspiciously, for it was a sign that someone somewhere was using magic of some sort. He narrowed his eyes, glancing around him until he found the direction that was appealing the most to his passive sense and he concentrated on his eyes, feeding djed into it as he focused on the aura of the men in front of him, for that was where the sense of unease originated from. If they were wizards it would be a more dangerous fight than expected, and he wanted to make sure if one of them was one. He focused on the first guy, and he saw an average-sized cloud emanating from him that signified the power of his djed, and it was the same as non-magic practitioners. He did not bother to check for any details since his primary goal was to identify the mage, and he disengaged his focus, switching on to the next one. After a moment, he disengaged his focus again, confused as to where it came from.

Just for fun he looked at Zandelia who had already began to address them, and it was then that he realized it was coming from her. He could see the djed in her body moving about, being consumed by some form of magic but unless he had more time to study the flow of her aura he would not know what kind of magic he used, only that she was capable of manipulating her djed just like he could. There would be more time to explore this, but now was definitely not the time, and he shook his head to cut the flow of energy to his eyes.

The men were being completely enraptured by the temptress, and he noted with irony how her attempt to seduce him in the library during their first meeting had failed but now worked on him entirely because of the difference in his physiology. He crept up to them, making sure he did not make any loud noises and to minimize his profile as much as he could so that they would not notice him. Normally they would, for it was hard to ignore a man walking up a bridge in plain sight, but they were staring at Zandelia's seductive advances, and Eri could have sworn that the other one who was not the target of her feminine wiles was positively drooling in jealousy as he stared at his 'lucky' comrade when Zandelia went close enough to breath on his neck.

Eri began to prepare, focusing on the astral streams in his body, completing the groundwork needed to find the right djed streams to jerk up to his upper torso as he did not want to resort to gestures or incantations that might break the woman's spell on them. He crept closer as much as he dared, keeping just out of sight of their peripheral vision as they visually undressed Zandelia, and he began channelling the djed up to his body, feeling the strength that he required to execute his plan precisely. He could not afford to miss and engage them in an extended battle that would definitely bring more daggerhands to their aid, and so they had to terminate the two thugs before anyone knew what happened to avoid reinforcements and more importantly, to avoid becoming a public enemy of Robern's gang should there be any witnesses to their act.

He saw a twitch of movement as Zandelia suddenly spun into action, and he quickly followed suit, leaping forward to the other thug while drawing his cold-iron blade swiftly. Before they could react, she had already begun by driving her boot down on her target's knee. The other thug was slow to recover from his reverie, or more like Eri was too fast for him as the vantha used his augmented strength to draw his long sword and control his swing such as to cleanly decapitate the man before he could react in any way, the surprised expression on his head still there as the head rolled backwards like a grotesque ball.

Eri flicked the sword to the side to fling the little blood that had gotten on it, and sheathed it quickly, at the same time powering down the flux in his upper torso now that he had no more need for it. It was important to conserve djed if he wanted it at his disposal throughout his entire task, and there was no doubt that he would need every advantage he had in his arsenal if he was going to make it.

Unfortunately, Zandelia's target had screamed with pain with her kick, and in the time Eri had taken to neutralize his target and sheathe his blade she had unleashed a vicious combo of tonfa and a finishing knife on the throat on her target. He grunted in satisfaction, but tapped her quickly and motioned towards the left where a bunch of buildings lay. There might be an off-chance that someone may have heard the screams - though short-lived - and it would not be wise standing there. Better to let them think that their guards had been killed by roaming Sun's Birth soldiers.

They could not see the plaza ahead of them due to the difference in terrain height, but from the faint clashes of steel that rang into the air he knew that there was a current pitched battle between the two sides. Running in would be absolutely suicidal. He considered scaling their walls, but he knew that they would get shot down by archers who would assume them to be Robern's men. It would be far wiser to try to enter through the front gate, though how they were going to do that without getting killed by both sides for suspicion of being on the other side remained to be seen.

The two of them headed to the group of houses east to the bridge, and Eri hoped to inch closer to the Gated Community with the buildings acting as a cover so that they could access the situation closer without standing in the open. With Zandelia close behind, they entered the series of shacks, finding the alleys and spaces in the clump of poorly built housing empty for its residents had already locked themselves indoors, hoping that the fight never got to their area. This served the word-runners quite fine for they did not need further complications by civilians, and he quickly pulled Zandelia to the side of one of the houses when he saw a figure heading towards them, hoping that they were not seen.

He had briefly seen a flash of colour that signified the Robern's faction and he whispered his findings to his comrade, the two of them with their backs against the houses. The voices began to grow louder and it was evident that the two of them were on patrol for any Sun's Birth scouts in the area, ready to execute suspected scouts to prevent the corrupted knights from receiving any reinforcements. He knew that he would be looked on kindly as the two of them were the only souls out in the open, and the ruthless policy of the Daggerhand would result in them being attacked 'just to be safe'. He had no intention of letting that happen, and as with earlier, pre-emption was a much better plan.

He turned to look at Zandelia's face and he knew that she came to the same conclusion. This was why he enjoyed the many sessions of intellectual conversation and exchange of ideas with the word-runner when she came to the library to visit the books and by extension, him. Her mind worked somewhat similar to his, intelligent by design but tempered with logic and practical experience, and it gladdened him to know that he was working with no newbie who might burden him, but a capable ally who would prove to be an asset.

The voices grew louder, and he began to concentrate on the djed streams in his body, ready to spring their ambush. Hopefully they would not be spotted in their hiding spots and they could launch an attack on the men when they passed by from the back, the poor sods would not even know who sent them to Lhex. That was the ideal plan though, and it was entirely possible that Robern's patrol might find them if they were observant enough. They also had to tangle with the possibility that there were more men in the patrol than they expected and so had to remain open minded about this.

OOC for ZandeliaI'll let you direct the flow of battle from here, feel free to control the thugs and stuff. It's a collaborative story

[Finesse]

The sounds of a couple deaths made their way to Finesse's ears, which was confirmed by the two going across the bridge, and leaving behind two blobs of shadow on the surface. Of course, there was no reason for them to leave two perfectly good dead right there. The winged woman quickly checked her surroundings for anyone who might be watching. Luckily, she found no one remaining there. The two who had made the kills had head off in pursuit of their goals.
Free food, thought the huntress, who then flung herself off the roof, and onto the bridge. She quickly checked the pockets of the dead, finding only 1 copper. It was likely the men didn't carry their money with them, or it was hidden elsewhere. Regardless, she searched a little more, for only a moment. She found nothing else of use to her on the bodies, aside from the meats. Finesse kicked the arm of one of the corpses out, and grabbed the glinting weapon off the body. A swift swing and she lopped the arm off at the elbow. She grabbed the part by the wrist, and flicked as much blood out of the chopped end of the arm as she could.
The cunning killer made sure that there were practically no blood drops falling from the chopped end when she started to fly off. Only a couple minutes had passed before she was up in the air, listening for the hurried footsteps of the two who had run off. A general direction was deduced, and she floated out that way, being sure to keep herself as pressed to the rooftops as possible. In her search for the strange couple, she snacked on the severed arm. While remaining perched on one of the roofs just after clearing the bridge, she heard shouts and declarations. One of these was a concern mentioned about a missing arm. A small smirk played across the arm-eater's face, as she nibbled a little bit more on the muscles.
Now where did those two odd ones run off to? She thought, while pressing herself against the roof of yet another building she had stopped at. There was the sound of a couple of people talking conversing back and forth, only to be interrupted by a hushed chatter immediately behind and below her! The day walking zith had become very confused for a moment, and peeked over the edge of the roof she was pressed against, only to see the couple whom she could only assume were the ones who killed the men on the bridge. She remained perfectly still, her eyes still glued on the two who sat only a few feet below her. Oh what absurd circumstances brought forth the current position she had found herself in. It was an awful location to be stalking people from.

[Ink]

And in the Aftermath . . . The Rewards are Revealed. Eridanus : Running 1 Observation 2 Auristics 1 Flux 1 Lores: Daring to Deliver Daggerhand Colors Zandelia : SkillName 1-5 How/why? Running 1 Seduction 1 Unarmed 1 Lores: Daggerhand Colors Finesse : Notes: If either of you come back please drop me a PM and I will be happy to grade this for you. Written in the ink : If there are any concerns or problems with my grading please feel free to toss me a PM. I am more than happy to explain my reasons or reevaluate them if you feel I've been unfair.