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Fragments of the Forgotten Life of Salera
« on: August 30, 2011, 10:44:46 AM »
// these start as short storys from her life before the land of mists, they are in no particular order aside from the first one which is how she ended in the land of mists.

Salera; Stubborn, mischeivous, trouble magnet, Torilian Hin.


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Re: Fragments of the Forgotten Life of Periappi
« Reply #1 on: August 30, 2011, 10:46:29 AM »
I shut the door. Leant on it, and sighed. It was over. I walked over to a neatly wrapped bundle hidden under the bed, slipped gratefully out of the veiled outfit and squeezed into my leathers. Buckling my tools on and tying my hair back. I smiled at the heap of lace and left it where it lay Time to work… My time here had given me an excellent mental map of every creaky floor, guard routines, dark alcoves and any loud doors that I’d needed to oil over the week. I slipped through the halls without a whisper. Sliding through the shadows, I held my breath as a guard passed and then moved on quickly. I pulled open a thick wooden door, pleased there was still enough oil in the hinges, and crept up round the stairs pushing open another door to the roof. Counted ten bumps along the parapet and tied my rope around the eleventh loop, twist, pierce, under, pierce, loop loop tie. wrapping the length of the rope over my arm I lowered myself down, one window, two windows, three, swung to the side and slipped in, landing quiet like a cat. Glancing around I took the room in good the door's shut I slipped the bolt across and sighed as I spotted the legs of a woman through the archway into the bedroom. I removed a piece of wire from my pouch gripping the wooden handles I ducked into the room and stopped  What... Her eyes were open and lifeless, crimson stained her chest and pooled on the floor he kills them now? [the thought descends into unformed anger]. I stepped round to where I knew I'd find him lounging on the bed. More crimson stained the sheets, the pillows were sliced where someone had removed his head someone had beat me here? How, all this for nothing... pounding on the door interrupted my thoughts “Mu'allin!” The cry rang out from several voices, I ran to the window and made to hurry up the rope. The door burst open and people rushed in. Damn all smart people one person looked out the window, his eyes widened as he saw me and shouted instructions in Midani. I climbed faster, or tried to, light shone up and I didn't need to look down to know they'd lit the rope alight won't make it to the roof from here, the window.. I reached the window as fire ate the rope my feet would have needed to use and flopped into the room  Empty, small mercy's, don't have long I slipped out and dashed along the corridor as fast as silence would allow. I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard them organising a search party and leant on the stairwell door to open it

* CREAK*

The sound tore through the air, I winced as I heard the raised voices and footfalls behind me as I charged up the stairs, hating the echo every footstep made. The door slams open behind me Thank the gods for spiral staircases I barge through the door onto the roof, glancing around franticly The next roof, they wont be able to follow me.  I ran, not bothering for silence as I needed the speed Argh... I stumble, pain flares through my leg with every step The idiots shot me! Have to try, have to make it. I reach the edge of the roof and push off with my other leg. I know instantly I haven't made it, fingers don't even come close enough to grip the edge. I hear the ground rushing up to me, and close my eyes Gods help me... and don't hit the floor.

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Re: Fragments of the Forgotten Life of Periappi
« Reply #2 on: August 30, 2011, 11:00:49 AM »
I see my mark leaving the market, for the last three days he's been too careful, today he messed up, today he's mine. He's walking towards me, as he gets in range I shift, catching his attention, he pauses and watches me. Expecting another threat no doubt I move my cloak, reveal the tools of my trade, and grin. No-one pays us any attention, his stance falters, wary. Then some primitive part of his brain recognises I'm too small and too deadly to be a bruiser. He bolts, perfect, hoping to lose me perhaps. It's easy to follow him as my small stature makes it easier not harder to slip through the crowds, as so many think.

    As he leaves the crowds I'm careful he never sees me, only hears me, it keeps him panicked more so now he realises he doesn't know the area. Too easy, so slow and simple to spook. He's running now, or trying to, as he can hear me closer on his heels, herding him where I want him to go. A woman's voice calls out from the alley he's running down, there's a thump, a crack, and she yelps in pain. As I follow my mark she grabs my leg,
   “please!” Damnit from that angle she can probably see my face. I curse and reach down to relax her, quickly slash her throat, and then continue to follow my mark.

   As he hits the dead end he searches for somewhere to hide, a way out. I jump silently into a stack of barrels. He turns and listens amazing if he can hear anything over his own racing heart, he relaxes, perhaps thinking I spooked because of the woman. He starts to walk out, and I step out in front of him. I savour the look of fear that crosses his face.
   “Please, I'll get the money I swear” he pleas desperately.
   “It's too late” I whisper back as I advance on him.
   “Help!” he screams, no-one answers No-one comes, No-one comes when a dead man calls.


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Re: Fragments of the Forgotten Life of Periappi
« Reply #3 on: August 30, 2011, 11:29:24 AM »
// clarification as the writing style in this can be confusing, the blue are memories/flashbacks within the memory.

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My tiny corner felt so cramped, the constant swaying motion that should have been relaxing only served to remind me that one big swell could shift the crates I was nestled amongst. We rise, the crate next to me creaks, and an old fear rises with the swell.

My eyes flick open, shadows fading as someone opens the door to the tavern. Light spills in, hurting my eyes until the door swings shut again. The whiskey burns down my throat as I finish my bottle. A new one arrives in front of me
   “ere y'are Mrs Deepocken” Mrs, another reminder of what I did. My gaze drifts over to a young couple in the corner, and for a split second blood covers them. I pop the cork on the bottle and set my throat alight again.

The bitter dryness of thirst stings in my throat, it's too busy to get anything more to drink. A squeaking draws my attention, I pinpoint the sound and snatch the rat up, hunger gnawing at my belly.

The dull swish and thuck of a card deck draws me out, I down a good amount of whiskey and shake my head to clear it. No more memories, not today, I lean back against the wall, watching the patrons from under my hood. Old men nurse ales, younger men gamble on games of chance, there aren't many women here. Blinkered to the faults of their men, fools. Mugs clank at the far side of the tavern and a group cheer joyfully. I don't pay enough attention to hear what about, it doesn't matter it'll pass and next time they'll drown sorrows. I sigh and cork the bottle, this isn't helping. My coin purse is getting close to empty, Time to find a likely mark. Glancing around I quickly dismiss any gamblers. The drunk ones were being fleeced, the others too alert. My quick eyes scanned the patrons looking for the tell-tale signs of drunkenness until I found a likely target. Laughing with his group but set slightly apart from them, He'll be going home alone. One of the group knocks a bottle off the  table, my mark catches it easily, Clearly not the drunkard he appears to be. I return to scanning around the tavern, my gaze rests on a quieter group, they don't look as drunk as I'd like but with what's on the table it's clear that they are. I slide some coins across to the barkeep and strain to catch snippets of their conversation, catching the words 'wife' 'home' 'upset' from one. Ahhh, perfect, drunk and if he leaves alone he'll be too preoccupied to pay attention to hi surroundings. I take a final swig of the whiskey and recork the bottle. Dropping it into my pocket. Watching them out of the corner of my eye, they bicker and jibe, postponing the inevitable where they will stagger home to women who wish they didn't. As he stands, saying his drawn out farewells I finger the hidden cudgel, checking its location, and slip out into the growing darkness ahead of him.


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Re: Fragments of the Forgotten Life of Periappi
« Reply #4 on: August 30, 2011, 11:35:16 AM »
I bend my knee's, rolling to absorb the shock, roll to my feet and keep running. My heart pounds, it's not fear that drives it, but exhilaration. Despite the sharp stabs of pain as my muscles work to their full, catching my fall on the edge of a long jump, then hauling myself over the lip. There's nothing so freeing as running over the top of a city like this, my body flying through the air. Complete freedom. I reach  the edge of a roof, land almost crouching on the edge, arms behind me, then stretch completely. Legs extended, arms flung forward, I jump an exceptional distance, rolling to absorb the shock. As I start running again I hear the thud of someone else landing behind me. I glance back as I run along the roof Elarn, enthusiastic hin from the slums. In this we share a passion, we egg each other on, making more flashy and dangerous jumps. We reach another long roof and I leap into a series of somersaults he'll have to copy to play this game. On the third I twist in mid-air, landing on my back, kick my legs to right myself, and set off running in another direction, Catch me if you can. I hear him curse as he realises what I did and sets off after me. Laughter fills the air, and it takes me a moment to realise its my own, a sound not often heard these days. I run off the corner, catching my fall on the edge to swing myself round. Heavy footsteps land behind me as I race to a narrow ally and bounce off the walls to get on top again. My muscles burn and my chest aches but as I glance back to that wildfire grin I find it easy to forget my aches and pains. But that's not reason enough to let him win, I swerve in a new direction for a long jump that's sure to shake him. As we near it he realises what I'm about to do and calls out, in time with his breathing.
   “Sal. Sal! It's too far. Don't! SAL! NO!” His last, called out as I leap, the adrenaline rush makes me dizzy, and for a moment some small part of me is certain I haven't made the distance, and that I'll smack into the ground not to rise again. I slam into the wall, hands snatching the roof lip. My shoulders scream as they take my weight, I hang there for a moment before bringing my feet up and scrabble to the top I win. I stand on the edge grinning back at his exasperated expression. He's lost and he knows it, we stand there for a few moments catching our breath, and then I wave, turn, and run on. He calls after me but the wind steals it, I don't stop. I'm not yet finished here, I hop over the city to my favourite lookout point, an old abandoned watch tower.  I climbed deftly halfway up and sat on one of the wooden posts sticking out of the wall. Swinging my legs I gaze out over the storm tossed waters. The low sun casts a crimson light over the sea and sky setting it alight. Already the wind was picking up and an eerie calm had settled. I knew that soon the storm would break on our coast and reclaim this land for its own. But for now it's mine. Lightning flashes in the clouds, accenting the violent grey of the rolling clouds. I let myself slide backwards gripping the post with my knees, I grasp he post bellow me and swing down and away into the city.


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Re: Fragments of the Forgotten Life of Periappi
« Reply #5 on: September 04, 2011, 07:49:43 AM »
Her death rattle Whistled past my ear as she finally went still, I let my head hit the floor and closed my eyes in relief, simply lying there for a moment with her on top of me. But I can't stay here, I brace my arms on her shoulders and roll her off me. Her head settles at an odd angle facing me, expression set in the usual slack shock of deaths peace. Who-ever found her would never know what a vicious beast she was. I glance around the trashed room, maybe they will after all. But I need to leave, and fast, we made too much noise to go unnoticed. As I try to sit up agony explodes in my stomach, forcing me down again, and reminding me why I'm on the floor. I swallow the rising bile, look down and see about what I expected. Far too many of my insides on the outside. My head hits the floor again, not good. I grit my teeth and gingerly reach down to push my intestines back inside, doesn't seem quite real as I grasp them. As I start to push them in however it becomes all too real, my world narrows to only the searing agony of reaching into my stomach repeatedly. I scream, and sob knowing There's yet more to replace, some part of my brain keeps my mouth shut and teeth gritted in a futile attempt to muffle the sound. By the time I push the last loop in I'm panting, and the white fog of pain is so close, I don't have the energy to fight it. I pass out.

* * * *

Uhnn....Wha...Whe..., I blink, working to focus and stop the room from spinning. My gaze settles on a blood spatter and I groan as remembrance and pain hit me. Panic sets in, How long have I been down, I need to leave. I stagger to my feet, wrapping my cloak and arm around my stomach. Blood steadily drips from me as I look for, and make my way to a door, push aside the curtain and sit on the ledge swinging my legs over one by one. I stand up, and drop five feet to a tarpaulin canopy, slide down it and drop another eight feet. I groan as the drops make the pain flare again, it takes me twice as long as it should to get to my feet, it feels like I'm wearing lead weights. Staggering across to a side alley I leave a bloodied hand print on the corner as I lose my balance. I collapse, leaning on a wall, only just realising that I cant stop panting, and that the pain in my chest isn't because of my stomach I've done it now. I rip my cloak from my shoulders attempting to tie it around my stomach, after a few tries I give up, the knots wont go tight enough to do any good. Pushing myself off the wall I stagger down the alley, making it most of the way down before the floor starts to tilt, I lose my balance and land face down on the cobbles. Little dust clouds puff up as I pant, and I can feel the waves swelling to pull me under No, I need to get help. I groan and put my spare hand under me to push myself up again, then lift my head and stare at the black and gold boots at eye level.

“Looks like you need some help there little miss”. A man's voice pulls my head up, the first thing I notice on this blonde elf is his grin, a malicious merchants grin. Through my delirium fogged brain even I recognise that smile means more trouble if that were possible.

“I think you work for me now”, I pass out as my hand grips his boot.



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« Reply #6 on: September 10, 2011, 01:58:52 PM »
I shift my feet, desperate to get some circulation into my legs again. Two hours, Two whole hours and he still hasn't shown. I want nothing more than to leave and try again later, but Calion won't accept if I don't get this done. Two hours I could have been picking pockets to pay him with, now it'll come out of my stash, again. My foot slips, threatening to make noise, I give up on crouching and sit down, stretching my legs. I may have to stay here for hours but I could at least be comfy. So I leaned back against the wall and watched the flys buzzing over the half eaten plate of food on the side. I'd be worried it meant he'd bolted but it was at least three days old and I'd seen him act normally the last two. I was considering if I could catch come sleep here and have more time to pick pockets when I heard the key in the lock show time. I bent my knees back out of sight into the narrow gap I was in, becoming unnoticeable again. I watched as  he entered, locked the door behind him, and set about his life. I enjoyed this brief glance into their lives, into normalcy. I shouldn't watch this Calion's voice echoed in my thoughts
"they are marks, nothing more! If you start to see them as people then you get weak and they will kill you". But how I longed for a life without having to hide, and so I watched for a while, telling myself I was letting him relax. As he stood over a counter with his back to me stretched out of my spot. Moving soundlessly across the room till I'm standing right behind him. I watch as he stiffens, some primordial sense telling him that something he cant hear see or feel is behind him. They never realise fast enough, they never listen Before he can glance over his shoulder I jump, tossing the loop of Garrotte wire over his head and kicking his knees out. As he falls I pull the wire tight, his one and only reaction to this is to claw at his throat until he passes out. Panic is a wonderful tool for this job, despite all the more useful reactions, all they do is try and rip the wire off. I pulled my knife out, sinking it into his heart to make sure, the easy part was done. Bracing my arms under his shoulders I worked to drag him to the crude drain in the corner, panting by the time I did. Darn tallies, must they be so heavy, angling his head over the drain I slice his neck open to drain the blood neatly. Calion demands the heads, a thing I still hate doing, as the blood drains I roll the wire neatly. I much prefer working with my knives but that's what got me into this mess, there's no denying this was faster and easier, too easy really. I dug my knife in harshly, severing skin muscle and tendons around his spine before jamming the knife into it and twisting. A sickening crack sounds as I break the spine in two before I squeeze the severed flesh of the head getting the last of any blood that might dribble out of it. Pulling a vial of salt-water from a stained sack I upend it over the drain, washing the last of the blood down. The body would be moved later but Calion didn't expect me to move one twice my size Thank the gods. I popped the severed head in the sack and tied it under my cloak. leaving the door  unlocked as I left.


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« Reply #7 on: November 16, 2011, 07:10:40 PM »
I reach down to carefully free my dress from the bramble that'd caught it, we don’t have the money to be replacing dresses because of my carelessness or impatience. Besides, I have the time since I finished early at the market, the days stock already gone, and for a good price too. I smile, quite pleased with myself, and laugh as a bird explodes from the bushes ahead of me. They're flowering prettily so as I pass I pick one of the flowers and tuck it behind my ear. I open the garden gate quietly still straining to catch the birdsong, as I reach the door though I catch something else interspersed with the birds. A pair of voices rising and falling from the inside, someone laughs and I frown. The house should be empty, odd.  Curiosity gets the better of me as I silently ease the door open, step in, and gently shut it behind me. The voices are clearer now, Tysea's and a woman's, he chuckles and she admonishes him. Some tiny voice in my head begs me to turn and leave, not to look. But I don’t pay any attention, I'm already walking towards the living room door and pushing it open quietly, though what I see inside stops me dead. Tysea and Kammy, both naked and curled together in front of the fire, as I feel the door slipping from my fingertips he gently kisses her shoulder. They both startle as the door clicks smartly behind me, twin looks of horror form as they see me stood, arm still stretched where I’d held the door open. Tysea's horrifies expression melts into one of embarrassment. HE'S EMBARESSED!? He stands up and takes a step towards me, hands extended trying to placate me. He's talking but I don’t hear his words, I don't need to. I know they're not words of love or apology, they're words of fear. Fear of the coming change for -him-, -his- reputation, -his- life, -not- mine, there is no love for me here. I realise he's looking at me questioningly and as I follow his gaze I notice that I seem to be holding the poker. My eyes flick up to his and find his fear showing in his expression, Kammy's scuttled back to the corner clutching the rug to her chest
"Salera?" Tysea's voice, so uncertain, pulls my attention back to him. He's backing away towards the window. Oh no you don’t, and in that moment I know what I have to do. As I leap at him his eyes widen and he cries out,
"Salera!" I swing the poker, cracking it against his arm, he howls and grabs my hand, yanking it across causing the poker to fly across the room and embed itself in the wall. My hand zooms back slapping him, he tries to land a punch but years of dancing have made me light on my feet and I dodge it easily. Pirouetting I drop my weight, front foot back, back foot slamming a side kick into his knee, it cracks. He falls sideways, head slamming into the floor as his broken arm can’t break the fall. Pouncing on him I grab his head and slam it into the floor repeatedly. When he stops moving my hands are covered in blood and I'm panting. I glance to Kammy, she hasn't moved the entire time. Now though she pales under my gaze and tries to bolt, but I'm faster. I catch her arm and swing her round across the room, she slides across the floor into the wall. Sitting on her I wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze.

She bucks and tries to throw me off,
                                                     but I just squeeze harder.
    She digs her nails into my arms,
                                                            but I just squeeze harder.
        Her oesophagus cracks,                     
                                                                  but I just squeeze harder...

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« Reply #8 on: November 25, 2011, 04:35:50 AM »
The inky blackness of night felt close around me, it wouldn't get really cold for a while though as the buildings gave off what heat they'd stored in the daytime. My hands and feet burned pleasantly as I moved over the city. Keep moving, that's the trick. The coming dark would bring with it the chill of death given enough time, fitting really. So I danced over the city to my marks house, heart singing to the pounding of my feet. I'd been there earlier to mix the concentrated extract Calion had given me for the job with their food. Poison was a frustrating method feels like being part of the cleanup crew, not an assassin. As degrading as this was even I knew that three human adults would be too difficult with my usual methods. So here I was, dancing over the roofs to check the bait as a hunter might a spike pit, simple clean up. I paused, glancing around to check I was in the right place, which I was, my mental map of the city was spot on as usual. I stilled myself and crouched, listening, no movement, empty or sprung then. Flattening myself against the edge of the roof I grip the edge of the window and swing myself inside. I rub my hands as they burn from the heat and sandstone, I smile and turn to face the room, my smile turns sour. Darnit someone else took the bait, squatters probably. In front of me is the dinner table, a woman slumped into the table, a girl collapsed on the floor, and a boy that'd slid under the table. Darn squatters probably ruined my take, and I'll have to ask for more poison. The woman stirs, I freeze, she groans and raises her head to stare at me.

"Please help my children, please help sata and fersa." Spittle dribbles as she talks and I frown at the names, turning my gaze to the children, anger growing in me.

"Are you Nikita?" I ask her, still gazing at the children.

"Yeth", she groans and lets her head hit the table again. So these were my targets, children. He didn't even bother to tell me, to even ask if I was okay with that. That worthless lying no-good son of a.... I stand there glowering for a moment as I think through the implications of this. The method he advised me to use ensured they'd be dead already by the time I got here. The sound of the woman starting to seize draws my attention back to her, I sigh and move over, snapping her neck and ending her life a little faster. The lack of satisfaction at a job well done creates a hollow, and into that hollow pours the rage. Like a blinding fog made of every problem I have with Calion, that he doesn't trust me, using and manipulating me. Trying to turn me into an indentured slave by making me burn through my savings and build up debts so that I am completely reliant on him. Eventually I'll get too dangerous and end up dead somewhere before I can turn on him. But I'm already dangerous... It was then I decided that I needed to kill him, but I'd need to be so careful, so very certain whatever plan I made would work. For I would only get one chance. I pull out a saw and set to sawing the heads off, each one getting its own bag at my hip. I look and see that the door is bolted on the inside and so head back to the window, flipping my hood up before lifting myself back to the roof. I pause only to close the shutters on the window. As I stand preparing to run I gaze at the darkened sky, one way or another my life would turn on this moon. For better or for ill, I have outgrown him, and to be free of him and recover my things, he must die.


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« Reply #9 on: March 18, 2012, 04:17:05 PM »
I cut the leaves off the plant and tuck the knife away, glancing up to see Kaeyna and Vladimir continuing down the road. Jogging to catch up with them, while i put the leaves away though the ground flies up towards me and the leaves are thrown from my grip as claws dig into my calf and yank it back. I scream as I'm dragged backwards, digging my fingers into the ground trying desperately to get some purchase as i watch them keep walking away from me. Because every-time i scream, no matter how hard i try, all that i can force past my lips is a hoarse gasping breathy noise. I fall into a hole managing to halt myself on the edge long enough to see him glance back grinning, expression turning to horror as he spots me and turns to start running. My grip slips, and i fall down the rest of the hole, earth falling to seal it up behind me.
I land heavily on the stone floor of a cavern, whatever dragged me here long gone. I am alone in the dark, my ears tell me the cavern I'm in is long like a corridor, but wide and tall. I hear a roar echoing around the tunnel, that side of the tunnel starts to glow as some light-source nears the bend. Every cell in my body rebels at the thought of staying here, fear fills me and i start running. Heavy thumps sound behind me and a giant hand scoops me up and throws me into the wall. Fiery wings and skin light the cavern.
   "Where do you think you are going?"
I crawl to my feet scrambling to get away, I don't get more than a few feet before a spike impales my shoulder to the cavern floor. Screams rip from my throat, echoing loudly around the cavern, though not managing to drown out the satisfied snort that sounds behind me. Moments later more screams echo as my entire body feels like it's on fire, I have time only to gasp once for breath before being lifted up off the spike and thrown against the other wall. The blackened hole in my shoulder doesn't ooze any blood and the smell of cooked flesh fills my nose. I try and push myself to my feet, left arm weak and useless, a clawed foot rolls me over onto my back and holds me there. The flames licking its skin burn me as the weight crushes my lower body slightly. It grins down at me as i cry and struggle, slowly increasing the pressure. I cant breath, things start to go dark and it looms over me.
   "You are mine."
My lungs burn and darkness takes me.

I wake shrieking briefly, struggling to free myself until i remember where i am. I reach for my cloth wetting it to wipe my face as Vladimir stirs next to me.
   “Sal?”
I rub my face harshly,
   “I'm alright.”
   “Hrn.”
He settles back down to sleep again draping a comforting arm over me, as I try to do the same.


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« Reply #10 on: July 16, 2012, 07:46:38 AM »

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« Reply #11 on: August 26, 2016, 10:20:42 AM »
//ooc save bump