A new day, another slave... ( Open )

[Desya Gold]

Desya caught the shield, and it nearly dragged her to the ground. It was large, nearly larger than her and made of heavy tempered steel and wood. Glaring at the man she hefted it and turned. If he doesn’t want me help, she thought angrily then he will not have it The angry crowed hadn’t completely circled the platform yet, there was still a gap, just small enough for herself and the shield, to her left. Shoving her dagger back into its sheath she hefted the shield in front of her and leapt of the platform, barreling through the gap. A handful of people threw stones and bottled at her and the majority were blocked the shield. A bottle exploded against the corner of the shield and shards of glass caught her in the side of the face, cutting open her cheek. She flinched but kept running. As soon as she was free of the crowd she dropped the shield and, tucking her arms against her sides and hunching her shoulders, sprinted towards the alley she had been hiding in in the first place. A few more stones were hurled at her and she nearly lost her footing as on hit her in the back of the thigh. Hurtling into the alley she tripped over a pile of rubble and fell, her momentum carrying her forward in a painful tumble. Laying still and now facing the mouth of the alley she studied the crowd. Thankfully the man seemed to be keeping their attention and none of them made a move to follow her. Miraculously her hood was still in place. Desya stood painfully. The cuts on the side of her face stung, but were thankfully quiet shallow, her leg were the rock had hit her was already swelling up and the multiple scrapes and bruises she had gained from her tumble burned in protest as she straightened up. Her entire body groaning in protest she turned her back to the docks and jogged of, limping slightly. She didn’t slow until she reached the building her apartment was in, and even then she ran up the stairs and hurriedly unlocked the door, pausing only to lock it behind herself, and threw herself onto the bed, determined never to do anything so stupid again.

[Wrenmae]

The Svefran woman, of course they'd meet up again. She bent her figure through the contours of the crowd and sidled next to him, her eyes all confusion and excitement. She'd proven her worth that night in the alley, and as far as Shroud was concerned she'd earned her place here. "Just a little afternoon entertainment," he drawled, watching the girl leap off the stage and stagger away down an alley. The people gave chase to the mage, a few more milling around and talking about the event. The slavers gathered around the dead, calling back the slaves to the front to see if they couldn't still make a sale, "No one here takes kindly to magic...and I take less kindly to pointless heroics." Turning his head, he spat on the ground. "That fool doesn't belong here. He kills for no other reason than his higher ideals...and can't even follow through on those. I'd wager he won't last the season here...breeze out or get himself killed." He glanced back to the Svefra, grinning, "And what of you, little sea-child? Will you stay or go out on the tide? Your people belong on the waves, not the dry land...and Sunberth is a poor place to stay." Looking out at the milling crowd, the hungry mod..."Alvadas maybe, Zeltiva...Syliras. Not Sunberth."

[Aeryna Seaworth]

"You seem to like your entertainment," She said dryly, with a smirk, leaning back against the wall beside him, watching the crowd begin to disperse. She had half a mind to go after the man who'd tried to free the slaves, but she decided to keep that for later, when it was less likely there would be people after him. She would have liked to try and help him, but in Sunberth, there was little she could do without nearly getting herself killed. She looked back at him as he began to speak once more, and recalled how he'd made the other Svefran think his crossbow was being consumed by flames. "Yes," She said with narrowed eyes, "I'm aware that not many people are fond of magic in Sunberth. And I'm also quite aware of your opinion on heroics." She cocked a brow, idly twirling a strand of sable hair around her finger. She watched him spit, listening to him talk almost absently, and caught his gaze as he turned to her with a smirk. A slight scowl twisted her lips at what he called her. "I'm no child," She told him, hotly, dropping her hands back to her waist, playing with the hem of her blouse now. "I'll go when I please," She shrugged, watching him. "As much as I love the sea, I have to admit..." She paused, and flashed him a roguish smile, "Sunberth does have a certain charm." She settled back against the wall, staring up at the sky, and then looked to the side. "Why do you stay here?" She asked, curiously, doubtful that she'd get a straight answer. Wrenmae had an intriguing personality from what she could tell, intriguing being a very loose term. She wasn't sure if the man was mentally stable, to be honest, but what did she care? He wasn't important to her, and he was interesting company to keep. Perhaps he was right, though. Aery didn't belong on dry land, and she'd been in Sunberth for some time now. But she liked the city, and it was close to the ocean. She was still wary of having her Casinor stolen, but not as much now. If she hadn't had such a spitfire spirit for adventure, she'd have entertained the thought that she could settle down in the lawless city. But she knew she wouldn't. No matter how long she stayed, it would only be a temporary one, until she ran out of patience with Sunberth and its inhabitants, or when she became bored. She might wake up one morning and decide to set out for Zeltiva, and never return to Sunberth. Such was the way the young pirate worked - it was all in the moment.

[Ximal]

Huddled down in that small alley he blended with the beggars already there trying and hoping that the people if they came this way, his heart thundering against his chest and drowning out any possible chance he had at hearing anyone approaching. His mind faltered as he thought about using his to escape again, but that metal tang in the back of his mouth told him he better not if he wanted to stay,able to fight later so he'd have to rely on his hand to hand skill alone. which was right now a little shaky, having one arm slashed and the other quite deeply sliced, the pain roared from that arm into his shoulder. it had to be a deep cut, but thankfully it hadnt severed anything important, it had cut his muscle a little but not reached bone thankfully. And having that bandage on his arm had stemmed the flow of blood quite strongly. Now he had to wait, he couldnt drop his guard if he did he was a dead man. TYhis was the most difficult bit of the whole fair, escaping. But he couldt stop himself from wondering who had sparked the crowed to go after him who had et the inital spark that caused the forest fire.

Chocking back these thoughts he focused on what was right at hand now, staying alive. he never believed that he would get such an uproar from the crowed which was seeming to be scared of him and heeding his words untill moments ago. It didn't make sense and besides why were they chasing him as a mage? He had no magic he couldn't hurl fire balls of shift his entire body to another being, all he knew was the fact he was abnormally strong. But only when it really counted and he needed to use it. Still that was also not important what was important was living, thats all that mattered, as long as he kept low acted like one of the other beggars and ever pried at anything he would be safe surely? But in this city he was never truly sure. A city filled with legal slavery and no really structure was bad but the lack of structure suited him, if there were laws he'd have to act outside them to be normal but her the norm was what ever as there were no laws. However he stilled his racing mind and hunched down into his beggar position and hoped and prayed that nobody would notice him.

[Wrenmae]

Shroud grinned when she frowned, readjusting the arms around himself and pressing farther into the shadows. The crowds had begun to disperse, smaller groups fragmenting off the whole to either relocate the injured or begin hunting posses for tracking down the would be hero. [color=#00FFFF]Wow, Zan said inside him, rolling around. Shroud watched dispassionately, observing the gradual disintigration of order, the embrace of fear and madness. The guy used a BODY as a battering ram! A petching body! Manoman! Credit where credit is DUE, I mean, wow! Boyo really used his head there or...rather another guy's head, but hey, tomato tomahto, right? Just, wow. Really great stuff here, really great stuff. We should write a book on it, or hell, patent a new fighting style! Corpse-ram, or...you know what? Give me a bit. I'm gonna think of a name for this. So when he looked back to the Svefra, he blinked and tried to catch up on what she'd said. Pushing off the wall, he pushed through the crowd toward the main street, motioning for the girl to follow him. "A certain charm?" A laugh bubbled up from his chest, overflowing in a short guffaw, "You have an odd notion of charm, girl, are the pods really so cutthroat now that Sunberth's fare is charming in comparison?" He offered a short grin, ducking into an ally and losing most of the roving crowd. They'd hunt for the remainder of the day then fragment again, and again, till finally status quo was maintained. Hopefully the fool would be dead by then, otherwise a sense of unrest would permeate the city from this day forward. Honestly...the righteous these days...it was any wonder they survived. He paused between two other alleys, turning to face her and drawing his blade. He did not menace her with it, holding it down at his side, tapping against the sheathe as though setting a beat. "I stay because this place understands force, it understands power in ways other places do not. I can't say I intend to be here permanently, but it's allowed me to evolve in ways I don't think would be possible where I came from." He tossed the blade from hand to hand, wistful, "Without the Crimson Edge, I'd be another punk on the street, another cutthroat in an alley...like the thief you had to fight." He grinned fiercely, remembering, "I don't want that life, I need focus and drive." Sliding down against the wall, he balanced the blade on a knee, shrugging his shoulders, "I'd have stayed out at sea with my pod, but I'm poison...just poison. I was better off here and maybe it'll stay that way," He looked up and scowled, "But you, where is your pod? Your Svefra comrades? Cut loose and drifting or just not one to enjoy crowds and song?" [/color]

[Aeryna Seaworth]

Aeryna retreated when he abruptly pushed off the wall, a small, prancing step back as she watched him warily, but all he did was brush past her, crooking a finger to signal her to follow as he began to walk. She didn't hesitate to follow him, catching up and walking beside him, her stride a smooth lope. He laughed at her words as they walked, glancing at her, and spoke casually, though his words put a scowl on her face. She may have been younger than some, but it irritated her that he called her 'girl', and his jab at the Svefra hardly improved the mood he was beginning to put her in. She opened her mouth for a sharp retort, but he surprised her by turning and ducking into an alley, so she followed, wondering where in the seven Hells they were going, and what she was getting herself into by following him. When he stopped, she nearly bumped into him. Watching him carefully, her hand flew to the hilt of her cutlass when he drew his sword, but he didn't point it at her, simply tapped it against the sheath almost absently. His words piqued her curiosity, and she watched as he leaned back against the wall and slid to the ground, resting his sword precariously on one of his knees. Interested, she sat beside him, crossing her legs and turning to look at him. "You're involved with the Crimson Edge?" She asked, thoughtfully. She'd heard of them quite a bit, in all honesty, and though she'd considered checking them out more in depth, she'd decided against it in the end. She didn't want such a responsibility. She was happy on her own, for the moment. She was quiet for a moment as she thought over Wrenmae's words. Looking at him, she could easily see the truth in what he'd said. He didn't seem like someone who could get by without a set goal or purpose in mind. Completely the opposite of her, really. She had no goals, not yet, in any case. At his question, she gave a small shake of her head to return to the present moment, and chuckled softly. "Neither," She told him, settling herself more comfortably against the wall. "I just...I dunno. I mean, we travel a lot, but only on the ocean. The only time we really stop at cities is for trading and stuff." She ran her fingers through her hair, glancing at him. "I wanna see more than that. I mean, there's so much more out there," She gestured with a slender hand vaguely. She sighed, "Don't get me wrong, I love the sea. But I've always been curious about the cities and the land." She fell quiet, slightly surprised at how much she'd spoken, and looked away, her eyes wandering absently. Suddenly, she recalled something he'd just said, and felt foolish that she hadn't caught it right away. "Hang on," She frowned, a quizzical look in her eyes. "Did you say 'my pod?'" Her eyes cast up and down him. If he was a Svefra, she would have realized, wouldn't have she?

[Ximal]

Xi Huddled tightly there in a tight ball his final stand if need be however he couldn't help but feel a need to escape...A need to survive. Forcing himself onto his feet and shuffling towards and out of the allet he was set upon by three men. Just his luck. Then a spark from within spoke to him softly telling him his only escape was through them. All thre of the men were lean but rather lanky where Xi was large. But xi was at a dis advantage his arms were more or less useless due to the pain he'd feel if he tried to block with them. Xi stood tall regardless. the men had to chage him single file down the tiny alleyway. as the first lifted his knife high. Too high xi just hammered his head forwards and head butted the first of the three before kicking him in the ribs and sending him into the other two. Buying him enough time to flee down one fo the side allyes. Though this lead him back into the main street. Xi was hooded and covered but his arm was dripping blood lightly and stinging. He knew that cut would take a while to heal. Xi could hardly ball a fist at that moment. Xi started to beld into the crowd like w withered old drunk with his hood too high and his back bent out of shape. It was a shoddy disguise at best but with the number of old drunks and beggars. He slipped by un-noticed as the tree assailants from earlier ran clean past him. Xi breathed a sigh of relief he had gotten away free as of now. He knew others would be coming soon but not how soon. Xi stumbled down the long route to the main road and the way leading to the outer wall of the city where xi had his tent set up. Xi was trying to sneak home but he was in pain and he didn't know if he could make it before he would feel himself drop from strain. Still the hiding out and hobbling suited him.

OOCright aer can you and wren start a second part thread to this as i would like to end it here as i have no further involvement.... >.>

[Wrenmae]

Pausing in the alley, Shroud did not turn to the woman behind him, briefly peeking around the corner at the hurried motions of splintered groups moving in different directions. The topic on everyone's mind was the event of the day,the mage, the death...it rose and fell among the speakers like crashing tides. [color=#00FFFF]Cute kid, his familiar chuckled, You sly dog, you. Condemn a man to death and still have it in you to woo the ladies. We are living it up Sunberth style, I mean, totally Sunberth style. Withdrawing back into the alley, the young mage leaned against the wall and shook his head. They'd be on high alert now, a silly mistake to send them on the fool's hide. No matter, with their attention sufficiently diverted, perhaps less overt displays of magic like Hypnotism would fall through the cracks. She was speaking, drawing him back to their brief conversation. Shroud frowned, tapping his blade against the sheath before resting it at home again. "Plenty to see," he muttered, "But your kind are better suited to rolling waves than bloody alleys. Especially alone." He sighed. It wasn't that the area was dangerous, it was moreso crowded. Eyes followed their progress, probing for weaknesses, for tells. Shroud shot them murderous glares, turning his head and nodding the Svefra to follow him. "Yes, I said pod, and I'll explain more when we've found a less...observed place."' Grave Weapons! Zan shouted at once in Shroud's head, We call it Grave Weapons! Let the fool from the stand rot. They'd have him strung up by tomorrow, or should anyways...hard petcher to miss. Leading her, he headed toward the edge of town, ever wary of the opportunists, trailing, hunting, hungry. He'd show them his fangs if necessary, hers as well. It was, after all, a customary greeting in Sunberth. [/color]

[Cascade]

Adventurer's Loot Ximal's Loot : Skill XP Reward Unarmed combat +1 Flux +2 Running +1 Acrobatics +1 Lore: Despising The Trade Sunberth: The Slave Trade Disrupting an Action Wrenmae's Loot : Skill XP Reward Hypnotism +1 Familiary +2 Rhetoric +1 Lore: Sunberth: The Slave Trade Hypnotizing The Crowd Notes: Please note that now that Wren is much more advanced in Hypnotism, it will take so much more to garner XP. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to PM me!