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Sarah's Inn
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Micah stared out the window of the small, rickety church. Her eyes searched for anything that had a sense of living. There were multiple people around, but no one was outside in the gloomy darkness. Rain pounded against the roof of the building, some even slipping in through cracks of the building. The air chilled her bones and a violent shiver raced down her spine. She stood from the creaking pew she sat in and looked around cautiously. Everything was quiet, almost as if the day wants to hide from impending doom. Her steps towards the front of the congregation echoed through the empty building. She pulled a broom from a closet and began to sweep the area. Her feet clattered quietly against the battered wooden floor.
Every once in a while, she would look up at the sound of thunder. Her task remained. The church must be cleaned. She pushed the broom roughly back into the closet and gazed out the window in longing. This place was safer than being outside. She set her arms against the pane, rest her head on her hands and stared out into the night. Her eyes shifted tirelessly as she waited for something, anything to happen. When nothing did, she turned away. She sighed and trudged towards the coat rack. She grabbed a rough brown one, set it over her shoulders and walked out the building.
The sound of feet slapping dirt was not heard by one person. She shuddered at the quietness of such a fierce storm. Her feet pounded the dirt down as she raced to find shelter from the brutality of this assault of harsh rain. She stepped into a doorway, her blue eyes scanning the room. Chairs squeaked to turn to face her as a tavern came to a standstill at the sound of the door slamming shut. She looked away and headed towards a table in the back.
Every once in a while, she would look up at the sound of thunder. Her task remained. The church must be cleaned. She pushed the broom roughly back into the closet and gazed out the window in longing. This place was safer than being outside. She set her arms against the pane, rest her head on her hands and stared out into the night. Her eyes shifted tirelessly as she waited for something, anything to happen. When nothing did, she turned away. She sighed and trudged towards the coat rack. She grabbed a rough brown one, set it over her shoulders and walked out the building.
The sound of feet slapping dirt was not heard by one person. She shuddered at the quietness of such a fierce storm. Her feet pounded the dirt down as she raced to find shelter from the brutality of this assault of harsh rain. She stepped into a doorway, her blue eyes scanning the room. Chairs squeaked to turn to face her as a tavern came to a standstill at the sound of the door slamming shut. She looked away and headed towards a table in the back.
Artemiss
of Edema Ruh
As Mordecai surveyed the stone cobble buildings surrounding him, he turned back once more to gaze upon the setting sun to the West. As the final light was hidden behind the treeline, almost like clockwork, he began to feel droplets of rain hitting the beak of his mask. Looking to the sky, he noticed a large congregation of storm clouds rolling towards this small city. Turning back to the old mare which carried his cart, he gently grabbed her by the reigns, leading her, and the cart, to a nearby sheltered area. Upon handing the owner of the stable a small sum of gold from his purse hidden beneath his long, black robes, he heard thunder. Turning around, the distant black clouds rolled menacingly over the crest of the nearby hillsides, and to Mordecai's bemusement he saw the lightning streak across the sky.
"My, my.." He chuckled to himself, as he drew his hood further over his head.
Wandering through the streets as the heavy rain pattered his cloak, he found himself wandering and surveying the architecture of the town. This village had an interesting cobble décor, which he had not seen before. As he ventured further into the heart, he began to notice that there was a distinct difference in the two sides of the city. One side of the city seemed to have the buildings constructed closer together, as if a tightly wound community, and the other end had more embellished housing, as if trying to prove something to their neighbors. Curious was the only adjective he could use to describe the city, as he make his way onwards.
Looking down, he began to notice the mud building up on his boots from the torrential downpour carpeting the earth all around him. As he angled off into an alley to wipe off some of the muck, he spied a person not 30 feet down the alley, resting against a large crate. Assuming it was a standard beggar, he gave no mind to the person, and continued about his business. After thoroughly wiping the mud off, which took a good 5 minutes, he again turned to the person, however they had not moved. Slightly curious, but with an undertone of tension, he approached the figure.
Upon reaching the body of the person, he could identify, despite the heavy cloak embracing the figure, that it was a woman, no older than her mid twenties sloped against the crate. Reaching down to see if she slept, he placed his hand on her soaking shoulder. However to Mordecai's surprise, the slight push of his hand instead caused the body to fall to the side, and crash down into the muddy alley floor. Now facing up, Mordecai could clearly see the woman's face, as it stared back towards his mask, lifeless. Crouching down, he examined the woman face closer, and in his findings found multiple cuts running the length of her cheeks, and she seemed to be missing part of her ear.
Setting the body of the woman back down, Mordecai stood back up, staring down in confusion at the scene.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the door to a bar open and close.
Turning towards the bar, he was determined to figure out this murder.
"My, my.." He chuckled to himself, as he drew his hood further over his head.
Wandering through the streets as the heavy rain pattered his cloak, he found himself wandering and surveying the architecture of the town. This village had an interesting cobble décor, which he had not seen before. As he ventured further into the heart, he began to notice that there was a distinct difference in the two sides of the city. One side of the city seemed to have the buildings constructed closer together, as if a tightly wound community, and the other end had more embellished housing, as if trying to prove something to their neighbors. Curious was the only adjective he could use to describe the city, as he make his way onwards.
Looking down, he began to notice the mud building up on his boots from the torrential downpour carpeting the earth all around him. As he angled off into an alley to wipe off some of the muck, he spied a person not 30 feet down the alley, resting against a large crate. Assuming it was a standard beggar, he gave no mind to the person, and continued about his business. After thoroughly wiping the mud off, which took a good 5 minutes, he again turned to the person, however they had not moved. Slightly curious, but with an undertone of tension, he approached the figure.
Upon reaching the body of the person, he could identify, despite the heavy cloak embracing the figure, that it was a woman, no older than her mid twenties sloped against the crate. Reaching down to see if she slept, he placed his hand on her soaking shoulder. However to Mordecai's surprise, the slight push of his hand instead caused the body to fall to the side, and crash down into the muddy alley floor. Now facing up, Mordecai could clearly see the woman's face, as it stared back towards his mask, lifeless. Crouching down, he examined the woman face closer, and in his findings found multiple cuts running the length of her cheeks, and she seemed to be missing part of her ear.
Setting the body of the woman back down, Mordecai stood back up, staring down in confusion at the scene.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the door to a bar open and close.
Turning towards the bar, he was determined to figure out this murder.
The clearness of the room may have surprised some, but not the patrons who had long since returned to their drinks. The building itself was dark and even further darkened by the storm. Heat may have overwhelmed the building in summer, however the storm cooled it to an almost chilly temperature. Bitter fellows glared out the window to the steady rainfall. Some sighed and shook their heads sadly, others smiled slightly and went back to talking. Around the entirety of the rooms, heads bent and words that seemed loud. The occasional glance was stolen at the youngest and most unusual girl who had settled herself into the corner. The fact that she wore no cloak coupled by the fixed gaze on the table made her stand out more than she would have liked. She was more than happy to ignore all of the glances and snide comments she could hear on the other side of the room.
After a few moments though, Micah lifted her eyes and looked around the area. She was not welcomed here and she knew it. At the first hostile stares and glares, she lowered her eyes to her hands. They shook slightly and her fingers tightened. She could still hear the whispered words of the patrons for a while. When they died away, she sighed and turned to stare at the wall. Her eyes drifted for a while, then settled on a knot. It was nothing special, just a simple knot. Her eyes searched for another knot on the plank, only to find none. She leaned ever closer to it, studying as it were more than just a simple knot. Reminders of childhood days fell into her mind, giving the reason she found the knot so fascinating. Like the knot, she had always been alone. She shook her head and looked at the knot for a longer time than most would.
"Right, it won't due for a simple caretaker to be reminded of days long since past," she whispered to herself.
A rough hand grabbed onto her shoulder and pulled her to face a man of brute strength and anger. Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his. Those eyes were filled with hate, despise, anger and everything that resembled distaste for the girl before him. Micah flinched and tried her best to pull herself away. His grasp only tightened. Her eyes flickered toward the door, then back to him. He glared at her for a moment more before releasing her shoulder. He did not move, trapping Micah where she was. She stared up at him, not in horror or disbelief, but in such a way to indicate she thought the man to be silly and incompetent.
The room tensed as the man glared at the girl, his anger rising. He raised a hand as if the grab her shoulder only to let it glide across her cheek. She didn't flinch away or cry out in pain. This stunned the man and everyone else watching the scene unfold. She only stared at him a moment more before resuming her activities.
"You're on the wrong side of town," the man muttered before walking back to the table from which he had came.
Micah nodded slightly and looked away. After a moment's contemplation, she stood and walked to the door. She turned to look at these people and they stared at her. She was still for a moment. Her eyes searched the room. Her eyes landed on her taunter and a small smirk played on her lips. She turned back to the door and looked down. She nodded slightly to herself and placed her hand on the door knob. A yell erupted from behind her as she turned the knob and stepped outside. She glanced around before walking to the edge of the porch and watching the rain. She waited for some form of life to present itself. Her eyes darted down the street in both directions as she thought out what might be the riskiest move in her life.
After a few moments though, Micah lifted her eyes and looked around the area. She was not welcomed here and she knew it. At the first hostile stares and glares, she lowered her eyes to her hands. They shook slightly and her fingers tightened. She could still hear the whispered words of the patrons for a while. When they died away, she sighed and turned to stare at the wall. Her eyes drifted for a while, then settled on a knot. It was nothing special, just a simple knot. Her eyes searched for another knot on the plank, only to find none. She leaned ever closer to it, studying as it were more than just a simple knot. Reminders of childhood days fell into her mind, giving the reason she found the knot so fascinating. Like the knot, she had always been alone. She shook her head and looked at the knot for a longer time than most would.
"Right, it won't due for a simple caretaker to be reminded of days long since past," she whispered to herself.
A rough hand grabbed onto her shoulder and pulled her to face a man of brute strength and anger. Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his. Those eyes were filled with hate, despise, anger and everything that resembled distaste for the girl before him. Micah flinched and tried her best to pull herself away. His grasp only tightened. Her eyes flickered toward the door, then back to him. He glared at her for a moment more before releasing her shoulder. He did not move, trapping Micah where she was. She stared up at him, not in horror or disbelief, but in such a way to indicate she thought the man to be silly and incompetent.
The room tensed as the man glared at the girl, his anger rising. He raised a hand as if the grab her shoulder only to let it glide across her cheek. She didn't flinch away or cry out in pain. This stunned the man and everyone else watching the scene unfold. She only stared at him a moment more before resuming her activities.
"You're on the wrong side of town," the man muttered before walking back to the table from which he had came.
Micah nodded slightly and looked away. After a moment's contemplation, she stood and walked to the door. She turned to look at these people and they stared at her. She was still for a moment. Her eyes searched the room. Her eyes landed on her taunter and a small smirk played on her lips. She turned back to the door and looked down. She nodded slightly to herself and placed her hand on the door knob. A yell erupted from behind her as she turned the knob and stepped outside. She glanced around before walking to the edge of the porch and watching the rain. She waited for some form of life to present itself. Her eyes darted down the street in both directions as she thought out what might be the riskiest move in her life.
Artemiss
of Edema Ruh
As Mordecai strode closer and closer to the tavern, he could feel the tension rising in his body. Who was that woman? Why was she lying dead in that alley way? What were those markings? He pondered these questions endlessly in his head as he trudged through the muddy alley way, with the rain continually coating his cloak and robes. As he emerged from the alley way, he looked to his sides. To his left, he saw naught but a dark endless street, which gave him an ominous feeling as his gaze lingered for a moment, however when he turned to the right, his mind was put to even greater unrest. Two buildings down across the way, an old wooden building stood tall, however the fencing was broken, the door broken in, and the entirety of the roof seemed to be dismantled. As he inspected it from afar, it looked as though the hole, and it's inhabitants, were ransacked. Looking up once again, another streak of lightning soared through the stormy sky, followed by the pattering of the rain on his beak. The rain, almost eclipsing any light coming from the lanterns strewn throughout the street, revealed no other life on the thoroughfare, save a rat that crawled quickly past Mordecai's foot, scurrying into a hole.
Looking up ahead of him, he saw a young girl, standing upon the porch of the tavern, drenched in rain. This woman, whom Mordecai deemed no older than her early twenties, captivated him. Being hardly taller than the porch's railing, he looked into her deep, blue eyes, which seemed to yearn for something which he could not see. He looked at her for across the street in the shadows of the alley way contemplating whether to emerge, before eventually stomping across the street in a hasted fashion. Upon arriving the porch, he trotted up the old wooden porch, which creaked at every step and turned to the young woman. Rain droplets slip delicately off of his mask, now coating the old wooden boards beneath him, leaving a small puddle below foot.
In a thick southern accent, he spoke just loud enough that she could hear him over the thunderous rain.
"Excuse me, miss. Is there some sort of town guard or figure of authority I can speak to in this village?"
Looking up ahead of him, he saw a young girl, standing upon the porch of the tavern, drenched in rain. This woman, whom Mordecai deemed no older than her early twenties, captivated him. Being hardly taller than the porch's railing, he looked into her deep, blue eyes, which seemed to yearn for something which he could not see. He looked at her for across the street in the shadows of the alley way contemplating whether to emerge, before eventually stomping across the street in a hasted fashion. Upon arriving the porch, he trotted up the old wooden porch, which creaked at every step and turned to the young woman. Rain droplets slip delicately off of his mask, now coating the old wooden boards beneath him, leaving a small puddle below foot.
In a thick southern accent, he spoke just loud enough that she could hear him over the thunderous rain.
"Excuse me, miss. Is there some sort of town guard or figure of authority I can speak to in this village?"
Micah watched as a dark figure emerged from the shadows of an alley across the road. Questions raced through her mind. What had gone wrong in the world to call for the road to show any sign of life? Who was a fool enough to risk death by going into the street just before this time of the night? She looked around, more alert now than she had been before. Her gazed flicked from the figure to the road and back. She stared in disbelief and finally looked away. Her feet shifted as she thought. She could run, but what use would it be? She glanced back up to see the figure had reached the porch. She quickly shifted her gaze away and stood still. She turned towards him when he spoke, only to be met by a black cloak. She stared at it blankly for a moment before looking up. When she did so, she blinked rapidly. She stared at the mask for a moment, her head tilted up. She raised and brow and shook her head.
"You're not from around here," she said simply.
From his accent and lack of knowledge, Micah determined that he was simply not from around the village or the entirety of the area. She looked around once more, turning slightly away as she scanned the area quickly. Her gaze moved from the left to the right, then to the sky. She was silent, considering how to put the words that she detested so much. She glanced at him and leaned against the fence of the porch just slightly.
"The only authority around here is divided between two churches who have no interest in stopping any violence here," she said after another moment of silence. Her gaze flicked away as she reached over her shoulders and pulled the coat over her head. She stepped around him and walked swiftly down the steps. She walked down the street and stayed silent, walking towards the other side of town.
"You're not from around here," she said simply.
From his accent and lack of knowledge, Micah determined that he was simply not from around the village or the entirety of the area. She looked around once more, turning slightly away as she scanned the area quickly. Her gaze moved from the left to the right, then to the sky. She was silent, considering how to put the words that she detested so much. She glanced at him and leaned against the fence of the porch just slightly.
"The only authority around here is divided between two churches who have no interest in stopping any violence here," she said after another moment of silence. Her gaze flicked away as she reached over her shoulders and pulled the coat over her head. She stepped around him and walked swiftly down the steps. She walked down the street and stayed silent, walking towards the other side of town.
Artemiss
of Edema Ruh
Almost transfixed by the young girl's hostility, Mordecai stood silent for a few moments, staring as she walked away. Forgetting his original purpose of approaching the girl initially, an odd sense of chivalry overcame him as his body responded before his mind, forcing him to chase after the girl who was walking silently through the dark, rainy night. As the rain, now evolving from fat droplets into small, blistering needles struck his cloak, he sensed life beginning to muster around him. Turning his gaze to his left, he noticed a figure move between buildings on the next street down. To his right, another. Now advancing the small girl walking silently ahead of him, he ran up grabbing her shoulder in an unintentionally violent manner.
"Excuse me, miss, but I believe it is unsafe to walk these streets at night!" He blurted out in an exasperated tone, remembering now of the body in the alleyway.
As he said this, he looked up to notice a pair of eyes glaring at him from behind a window, little more than 20 feet ahead of the two, who at this point were standing in the dead center of a four way intersection.
As the rain fell around the two in droves, another streak of lightning soared across the sky, this time striking the forest just beyond the hills to the West. Drawing his attention, Mordecai instinctively looked up towards the bolt and flash of light, however to his much dismay, the flash of light revealed the outline of a feminine figure standing down the road, staring at the two with violent intent in her eyes. A moment later, as he blinked, the woman was gone.
Mordecai's grip on the girl slowly released, as with his free hand he slowly reached underneath his cloak, feeling the handle of his pistol.
Mordecai gulped, because despite the rain running down the length of his face, he could feel a streak of sweat running down his forehead.
"Excuse me, miss, but I believe it is unsafe to walk these streets at night!" He blurted out in an exasperated tone, remembering now of the body in the alleyway.
As he said this, he looked up to notice a pair of eyes glaring at him from behind a window, little more than 20 feet ahead of the two, who at this point were standing in the dead center of a four way intersection.
As the rain fell around the two in droves, another streak of lightning soared across the sky, this time striking the forest just beyond the hills to the West. Drawing his attention, Mordecai instinctively looked up towards the bolt and flash of light, however to his much dismay, the flash of light revealed the outline of a feminine figure standing down the road, staring at the two with violent intent in her eyes. A moment later, as he blinked, the woman was gone.
Mordecai's grip on the girl slowly released, as with his free hand he slowly reached underneath his cloak, feeling the handle of his pistol.
Mordecai gulped, because despite the rain running down the length of his face, he could feel a streak of sweat running down his forehead.
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Micah blinked at the man. She was thoroughly confused by him. After a moment though, her eyes were drawn elsewhere. All around her, the village seemed to be coming to life. She was mentally shaking in terror, but stood her ground and glared at the street ahead. She felt the stinging rain and heard the rumbling thunder. Her eyes shifted towards the male who had grabbed her arm. His intentions spoke to her and said that he meant well, but she still didn't trust him. She shifted her feet, ready to run at any moment.
The sound of whispered insults caught her attention and she turned her eyes towards them. Her back stiffened and she was perfectly still. She stared at the spot as her eyes blanked. She showed no emotion whatsoever to what the whispered said, even though they were aimed at her. Her eyes glazed as if she had been transported to another world. After a few moments, she growled and glared at the road.
"It may be unsafe, however what choice do I have?" she stated flatly. Her eyes swept from left to right.
The sound of whispered insults caught her attention and she turned her eyes towards them. Her back stiffened and she was perfectly still. She stared at the spot as her eyes blanked. She showed no emotion whatsoever to what the whispered said, even though they were aimed at her. Her eyes glazed as if she had been transported to another world. After a few moments, she growled and glared at the road.
"It may be unsafe, however what choice do I have?" she stated flatly. Her eyes swept from left to right.
Artemiss
of Edema Ruh
Still thoroughly intimidated by the figure he thought he had just seen, Mordecadai jumped a little when he heard the girl speak. Turning to her slowly, but keeping close eye on the area around them, he spoke loud enough only for her to hear over the rain.
"Miss, I should recommend that we find some sort of temporary refuge for the night, be it an inn or a home. There's....something...walking these streets, and I worry for your safety, ma'am."
As he concluded, another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating one of the windows in his field of vision. This time he was definitely sure he saw someone, or something, lurking behind it, watching with an abnormal fixation upon the two. It was creepy, to be sure, but not enough so that he would lose control of himself again.
Mordecai raised his gloved hand to the girl in front of him, as to have her take his hand. he did so with a pleading look that he knew the girl could not see beneath his mask, but one he felt necessary all the same.
"Please, miss, my intentions are pure. I am truly concerned for since I arrived at this town, multiple...oddities, have arisen."
A splash of mud resounded behind him, but he cared not to turn around and look.
"Miss, I should recommend that we find some sort of temporary refuge for the night, be it an inn or a home. There's....something...walking these streets, and I worry for your safety, ma'am."
As he concluded, another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating one of the windows in his field of vision. This time he was definitely sure he saw someone, or something, lurking behind it, watching with an abnormal fixation upon the two. It was creepy, to be sure, but not enough so that he would lose control of himself again.
Mordecai raised his gloved hand to the girl in front of him, as to have her take his hand. he did so with a pleading look that he knew the girl could not see beneath his mask, but one he felt necessary all the same.
"Please, miss, my intentions are pure. I am truly concerned for since I arrived at this town, multiple...oddities, have arisen."
A splash of mud resounded behind him, but he cared not to turn around and look.
Micah stared at his gloved hand for a moment. She then heard the splash and tilted to lean more to her side to see what it was. She wasn't curious as to what oddities he had seen as she could probably guess them perfectly well. She looked at him and raised a brow thoughtfully. She assumed a blank face a moment later and spoke calmly.
"It is not my safety you should worry for. The only things walking these streets are two religions that will never get along. I think, being in this place as long as I have, I would know how to avoid them."
She let her eyes float to each side of the street. She knew that on this side of town, no where was safe for her. She crossed her arms and looked at the man. She stood her ground calmly, knowing that she couldn't panic and let everyone in the town know that she was afraid of what would happen if she did not reach her side of town. Her foot shifted slightly as she looked around once more. She slowly lowered her eyes and brought her eyes to the man again.
"No inn on this side of town would be safe for someone as I."
"It is not my safety you should worry for. The only things walking these streets are two religions that will never get along. I think, being in this place as long as I have, I would know how to avoid them."
She let her eyes float to each side of the street. She knew that on this side of town, no where was safe for her. She crossed her arms and looked at the man. She stood her ground calmly, knowing that she couldn't panic and let everyone in the town know that she was afraid of what would happen if she did not reach her side of town. Her foot shifted slightly as she looked around once more. She slowly lowered her eyes and brought her eyes to the man again.
"No inn on this side of town would be safe for someone as I."
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