Most precious thing [solo]

by **Fraha** on May 11th, 2011, 8:42 am

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Date: 30th Springr 511 AV
Time: near midnight
Location: Warehouse district. (Red dot)

A fresh breeze of wind ran trough Fraha as she reached the Dock's most external point. The smell of the see was an intence, new feeling she never immagined, and even though it was dark, Fraha Could see the neverending water, lighted by the shiny full moon that was dancing with the numerous stars in that wonderful night.

She wore her usual black trousers and black robe. She left most of her belongings in the tavern But kept the shoulderbag even though empty, under her black silked cloak. She also left at home her Wakizashi, since Syliras was so safe.

*I wonder how did I get here* thought she as, after hours of walking around she realized that she was comlpetely lost in Syliras. This didn't frighten her, she liked to get lost in some way, it made her feel free. She went to the dock brigde where the ships arrive and looked around.

It was a normal 3 meters wide wooden structure long around 15 meters. There were some ropes tied here and there, and some wooden barrels and boxes lying still, covered by some dirty sheets, maybe just arrived maybe ready to leave.

At her left there were a couple of men, probably sailors, doing something with a net. She watched how they would place the net in the boat and slowly leave. At her right she heard a whistle. She turned around to see two man. One was standing 1.6 meters tall and was slightly over weight. The other one was tall, around 1.9 and pretty skinny. They wore big rubber boots and a salopette. *probably fishmen* thought Fraha *but certainly drunk* stated she in her mind. It was pretty clear, the two man were walking in zig zag and both holding a bottle of ale or vine.

The whistle they made was followed by "heya lady, what's are ya doin so late in here?" Coming from the mouth of the short one. "Isn't it...isn't it obvious? She's looking fo company.." Told the other one right before they started laughing.

Fraha felt a shiver on the back as the feeling of fright crawled up. She shook her head and ignored them as her steps started to walk in the direction of the Dock's bridge right in front of her. Step by step she thought she could forget about those men.

by **Fraha** on June 27th, 2011, 1:49 pm

Reaching the edge of the wooden structure a breeze of cold seawind blew on Fraha, forcing her to hug herself in the Cloak. Despite the cold given from the immense pool of salted water Fraha stood there looking at the dark nothingness before her. The scent was unique, one of those she never smelled untill now. She closed her eyes letting the wind caress the cheeks and forehead, as the sound of waves hitting echoed trough her ears.

"This is it" thought Fraha "the one and only, true feeling of freedom" continued. What could beat that feeling right now? Nothing, the will of freedom made Fraha leave her family, friends and city, made her travel thru half world and start a whole new life on her own. And did she regret her choice once? Yes, she had, but only in few rare moments which couldn't even afford to count, compared to al those moment's like the one she was living now. Malinconia wasn't an option, she knew her family was happy and was pretty sure that they wouldn't miss her too much, after all Fraha just did what her father always taught her..To follow her instincts. And Fraha was a respectfull daughter who would listen to parent's reccomandations.

Fraha sat on the board of the brigde as thoughts started to twist in her mind. What now? was the main question. She had come here but what would she do now? Chatting with folks made her think about other cities to visit, other places to go to, other people to know..."damn" whispered Fraha as the palm of her left hand hit the wooden ground. Not knowing the answers Fraha struggled on a way of making some order in her mind when a drop of water, coming from a wave hitting the bridge, landed on her hand, in the space between the thumb and the pointing finger. She brought it near to her face and looked at the drop reflecting the moonlight. Smiling at the timing of the drop Fraha looked at the sea. In some way she was the drop and the sea was everything else, she felt so small, insignificant, yet part of it. "we all serve our little" thought Fraha at last "it's only to find our purpose" declared she "and if it's Yahal's wish he will help me find it" added Fraha as, standing up she looked up as well with a faithfull gaze. A peacefull night thought Fraha, before turning the body to the other side and quietly returning to the inn.

But an unexpected sight surprised Fraha as not so far, covered by shadows and unhearable because of the sound of the waves two people where approaching quetly. Fraha automatically brought a hand behind the hips but Gasped as she remembered that she had left the swords at the inn. "crap!" whispered Fraha thru the teeth as she looked around. There was actually no escape for Fraha, the two of them could cover the 3 meter's of the bridge's wideness and water was not an option, Fraha didn't know how to swim. The men were approaching calmly, one with hands on the pockets, one with the bottle in the hand but both were giggling in a not reassuring way.

Unable to threaten them with something Fraha stood still trying to think of something. What if they simply wanted to go to the mole like her, were giggling about a joke or something? Or what instead if they are here to rob her? Fraha was a social and open minded girl but surely knew when a company was not to approach. The best option sounded like walking straight as if nothing was. Hesitant and quick, Fraha's feet started to move in the men direction, showing pretty obviously that she was nervous. "Heya girl, where are you running to?"

by **Fraha** on June 27th, 2011, 5:15 pm

Shouted the tall one as Fraha was 2 meters close to him. Fraha didn't answer, she wanted to answer badly, and honestly wanted to react to him.The alcohol smell was spinning in the two men area like if they were pure alcohol themslefs. They were rude, one of them burped shortly before and to Fraha all that was quite disturbing. She had almost had made it, was almost pass them when the fat one suddenly grabbed Fraha's left hand forcing her to stop. Her light weight comapred to his steadyness and big hand forced her not only to stop but to somewhat bounce back. The fat man turned his face to her breathing pure ale mixed with gastric juices at her while he spoke "come on sweetheart, chake a sip of thish fine ale". Turning her face away disgusted Fraha tried to remain calm and polite "i'm sorry but i'm not quite the drinker, besides.." her words were interrupted by a smack on her butt by the other tall guy which meawhile had sneaked near Fraha too. "Shut up and come drink with us girl!" said she leaning forward on Fraha. Seriously scared and somewhat angry fraha reacted badly tryng to get free of the Grasp of the short man but not being able to Fraha got seriously scared while realizing that these guys probably don't want to rob her, an option that sounded pretty good now compared to what she thought was to happen.

Scared and feeling her personal sphere violated Fraha didn't know what to do, and the adrenalyne given by having it against two grown drunk men only made it worse. "Come on have some!" Said the fat man pointing the stinky bottle on Fraha's mouth while the other guy held her shoulders tightly, making it hard for her to move. Fraha at first shook her head away but it became useless when the tall man grabbed her chin while pressing his elbow agianst her "Open up!" Shouted the fat one grinning.

Desperate, eyes wide, Fraha didn't know what to do, she was so scared that she couldn't even scream. " FUCK OFF!" grouled somehow Fraha trying to scare them. They simply laughed after crossign eyes in silence and continued to try make Fraha drink. She was blocked, but there was more in it, she felt...caged! Fraha stopped moving and wriggling, she was still looking an empty spot as she realized that these two men were depriving her of...freedom. The one she had just thought about, the one she valued most the one that was still on her mind and that she had put a lot of effort in.

Suddenly, rage! A dense anger for the grievance, fear morphing in fury,not a blind mindless one, more of a vindictive overreacted impulse run thru her veins. Fraha had the right arm still free and her legs. She charged it shortly as her eyebrows lowed causing her spread eyes to look furious, she gritted her teeth as the right arm went forward with all the speed she could produce landing with the palm on the fat man's elbow which was already straightened to keep Fraha's left wrist down. As the hit landed Fraha could feel the crack of the bone going out of place while the hand, now weaker, left go the grasp of her left wrist. Meanwhile the man behind that appearently was less drunk that he seemed pushed her back making her trip. Fraha landed on the wooden ground but the sound wasn't audible over the curses of pain of the fat man which had also dropped the bottle of ale.

by **Fraha** on June 27th, 2011, 6:25 pm

But there was no time, pushing down Fraha took him some balance and made him make a few steps forward giving the time to Fraha to rollback and use the inertia, combined to her arms to roll and jump, landing on her feet. Easy for Fraha, which was now standing with the same expression of before in front of the tall man. Without loosing time, guided by anger running in her body Fraha charged the drunk man jumping in front of him with the intention of landing a knee on his face. The man had the instinct to put both hands before it but still recieved the hit making a few steps back and bumping the arm of the fat man causing him to curse even more out of pain. Meanwhile the tall one found his nose bleeding, hit by his own knucles. His eyebrows were low too and he his head was lowed leaving a scary expresion on his face. He grinned revealing some teeth missing in his drunk mouth. "Does it hurt you bastards? I hope it does!" Said Fraha thru the teeth, spinning innerly in a mix of anger and anxiety. The man walked to her while charging a fist with the right hand "Not ash musch ash it will hurt you you bitch!" Said he as his fist went forward aiming to Fraha's face.

Luckily it was a drunk and not trained man's punch, slowly charged and rather slowly released. Fraha could clearly see it coming, and being lucid sure helped her out as much as the agility and the lack of hesitation. She made a step back causing the man to lean forward and down, as he was absolutely sure to land his "strike". Completely exposed at his right side the tall one gave Fraha a great opportunity to counter. Infact, without loosing a second she charged quickly the right elbow pressing the fist against the palm of the left hand and striked with all the speed she could give in the liver of the drunk guy. But it wasn't over, after the hit she pushed in the spot and literally ran over pressing in it. With a loud huff Fraha took the man down on the ground.

She didn't notice thou that the fat man, more lucid now for the shock had recovered claimed revenge. He had took the bottle, now half empty of ale and had thrown it at Fraha's head. She just had the chance to turn and see it coming. As the bottom hit the forehead Fraha leaned backwards, made a step and then leaned forwards, contorted in pain. It hurted as hell and she could hear the fat footsteps getting closer. She grabbed the bottle by it's neck and Stepped back quickly, not looking where she was going, to buy some time.

As the pain, still intence began to be bearable Fraha raised the head and found that the fat man was charging her. She knew that she wouldn't stand a chance against his mass and was too impaired to dodge. But seeing that the man had gained some speed Fraha had a dump idea. She waited till he was close enough and simply dropped sideways at his stepping foot, Back first of course. The fat guy, not expecting such thing, tripped over and fell on the good forearm to not hit the face. Fraha stood up clumsily, moving away the fatso's foot, head still spinning for the bottle. A quick control glance to The thin one to make sure he was still down and Fraha was ready to make the fatty pay. She placed a foot on his nape, delicately before she pushed it hard agianst the ground. A loud thud amused Fraha "hey what's up?" asked she while he was trying to get up. Another push against the ground made his forehead bleed "having a good time?huh?" asked Fraha nervous. Anger still boiling hard in her. "WANT SOME ALE?" shouted she as strongly she smashed the bottle against his head, not on the nape, on the top of the head. "How is it? huh?like your ale? Drink some you bastard, HAVE IT ALL!" Shouted she almost hysterically before noticing that the fat one had passed out.

by **Fraha** on August 24th, 2011, 6:24 pm

With eyes of an animal Fraha stepped back looking at the men. One of them was lying on the floor hands on the liver, the other was also lying face down, without moving. Her heartbeat was high and her teeth were still pushing against each other. Her mind was blank, no thoughts, just observing the situation. She noticed her hands and knees shaking from adrenalyne. She looked at the end of the dock, no movement, no one, not even knights to be seen. It was dark, somewhat cold, why was it so cold? She could feel gooseskin run on her.

Slowly, but firmly reason began to kick in, Fraha looked at them. What just happened? She spread her eyes to look deeply as anxiety grew. Feeling something liquid sliding at the side of her eye she checked it with the finger to descouver it was blood. She touched her forehead to feel some cuts that were leaking out. Dragging her eyes across the scene she was shocked. *what have I done?* She looked down at the ale of the smashed bottle which was too red as well. Fraha fell on her knees hands shaking in front of the mouth, in horror. * Did I...?* A sense of guilt and fright pervaded her making her push herself back on her butt and elbows. It was too much to handle, Fraha's mind was about to go crazy, too many questions, too many emotions. "No no no..no no!!" wishpered she to herself, holding the head between the hands. What if she killed them? What if the guards would come now? Fraha stood there, crouched on herself with the hands squeezing the head. *Why did this happen to me? Why? What should I have done? What was I thinking? Why didn't I stop?*

A tear fell on the ground, followed by sobbing. It was rare for her to cry but in this situation all she could do was to let the emotions come out. It was unfair, what happened to her was unfair, she didn't deserve it. Then again what had she done? The fat man could be dead, while the other one heavily injured, what if they were joki.."NO!!!" shouted she punching the floor with anger. She wasn't doing anything bad and they came to her and forced her, against her will, AGAINST HER WILL! What they did was wrong, what they did was unforgivable and would be certainly considered such in any circumstances. If she wouldn't react Yahal only knows what would they probably do to her. And where were the knights? Where was the promised safety? Knights...she remembered what they did to her and Astraea.

After some time of recouver Fraha stood up again, eyes still lucid from the intence cry. she walked to the fat man and turned him around. His face was covered in blood the nose probably broken and she could see a molar lying near him. *My stomps did this..* the ugly man's face, covered with sweat and blood was disgusting, not to speak of the different smells in the air. Too much to handle. The whole situation, the contempt for the two men and now this was unbearable for Fraha's guts. She made it in time to turn away and vomit on the water. Horrible, Fraha was hating herself for what was happening, the acid disgusting feeling in her mouth and the pain in the chest only made it worse. Feeling terrible but somewhat better, after a few spits to "clean" the mouth Fraha stood there, lying on the bord of the bridge. She was so overwhelmed she needed a break.

by **Fraha** on August 24th, 2011, 6:29 pm

After a minute more or less, she stood up with only one thought. *What now?* she had to think fast, she was still in danger in many ways, the knights could come, one of them could wake up. What to do? She went over the fat man again to check if he's alive. Placing a hand on his chest she felt him breathing, slowly but still breathing. *He probably just fainted, but what about the other one?* Who were these two? With great fear, she thought that she might have to kill them. What if they tell the knights another story, Fraha would be wanted and in the best case would end up in the Tank. Kill them would be a great solution, still, what if someone was looking? If she killed them bought she would end up killed herself, way too risky. So what were her options? Justice wasn't, it would be two people against one and knowing the knights they would probably just belive the major part, even if she were to run first to the knights and tell them. If only someone could proove her right, or...perhaps she could prove it herself? Proves...how to get any? It would be unlikely to believe that one woman knocked out two people, it was too risky to go with that line. What if she killed only one of them and told the knights that she saw one killing another? Would be lying and besides she was bleeding too, how would she explain that? She noticed that the spot where the man grabbed her wrist was slightly blue, another sign of aggression. Telling what exactly happened would result into something bad for her. There was a reason why she went so hard, a strong ideologic and spiritual reason but it wasn't an arguement to the knights, which would probably get rid of all three.

What to do? what to do? Fraha decided to look at their possessions to find something that might help her work this out. She went to the tall one first, he was the one most likely to wake up. But was he asleep? He was breathing and held the arms on the liver zone but maybe hhe was faking and waiting to strike? Fraha, to be sure kicked him on the face once more to be sure. There was no reaction, only some blood out of the lip. Did he faint too? Or too drunk to do anything? Nevermind, with disgust she searched into his side pockets and inside the shirt where she found some mizas, a key and an slightly mashed apple. She could take the gold but the only thought of having something thier disgusted her, and besides she wasn't a thief, no matter who was the thieven. Not finding anything relative to her interests she went to the other man trying to avoid looking at his face. She looked in the pockets and found some money, a cap probably of another ale bottle and a letter. Her hands were still shaking a bit from before when she opened the letter. It said:

"The job is simple, you go to Syliras, give the pack to Keiv Sanders and come back to Sunberth.
You will find at the Rearing Stallion at the XXth around when Syna falls down, he will wear a red shirt. As soon as you're done get back immediatly, there's more work to do at the shop. Burn this letter."

Watch the knights."

by **Fraha** on August 24th, 2011, 6:30 pm

So the two were from Sunberth or at least worked there, were they...or him some sort of couriers? The letter spoke about the shop, they worked there? It made sense but could be something illegal too. Fraha decided to keep the letter, she put it in the shoulderbag and stood up. Still there was to decide what to do with them. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks: "Burn thi letter as soon as you can, watch the knights" she facepalmed for her slowness, of course it had to be illegal even despite, from her own experience, she always had to watch the knights. Everything made sense now, two no goods had to do an illegal transition and then went to party, she could tell the knights now. A wide grin appeared o her face, she could freely go and tell everything that happened. But...how? If she would to leave them here and run to the first knight she would meet they might escape if one of them woke up. Tie them? Drag them with her? Scream for the knights? Beat them up more so the wouldn't wake up? Break their legs? The most sane idea was to tie them up so Fraha looked around for some decent ropes. The only ones she found though were big ship use only ropes. It wasn't good, the time was against her, she had to find a solution. Looking around quickly yet calmly she searched for anything that could go, the key ws to think without barriers, to open the mind. Suddenly she saw a big grey sheet, covering a wooden box, it was dirty, big enough for three people to sleep under it. At first, Fraha didn't notice it, but looking at it for a little more time reminded her of a story her father used to tell her before bed. The fable was about a girl that was trapted by an evil man on the highest floor of a house so to escape she used the bed sheets, tying them together so they looked like a rope.

"Heh!" gasped she out while pulling the sheet away. It was big enough to cover those idiots for good. To be sure it wont brake Fraha wetned the sheet in the water so it would get harder to break, a trick she learned time a go. Once they were wet, she found a pointing out nail and used it to break the sheet in different lines. The tall man moved slightly probably out of pain.but this alerted Fraha which quicker torn in pieces the rest of the sheet having now six wet, long lines. Calmly yet quickly Fraha turned the tall man on his chest and tied firmly one sheet around his wrists, not caring about them being too tight. when she had done his wrists and the entire hand was completely packed in a white grey bandage which hardly would come of without cutting it. she used another line to tie the legs, slightly above the feet. she did the same with the fat one and when they were done she had still 2 "ropes" to use.

thanks

by **Fraha** on August 24th, 2011, 6:32 pm

*Well better sure than sorry right?* thought she while looking at the two of them. She dragged the tall one near the other and thought about how to tie them up even better. Suddenly, with a wicked grin on her face she began to move them one on the other in a missionary pose. She parted the ones legs and slid the other's inside them so it would look wierd. It wasn't easy due to her lack of strenght and their weight, but the desire to make fun of them was too intense for her to stop. When she was done they were almost lovely, so she used one long band to tie them together on the chest and abdomen zone, the last band was splet in two and used to tie their mouths, tight enough of course.

Was it too much? No, Fraha was angry as hell, not only because of wha they tried to do to her but because they were criminals. She watche shortly at them and decided to put their note back where she found it, it could look as a setup otherwise and Fraha knew how do kights work in these cases.

So she walked quickly in the direction of the town in search of the first guard she could see. It would be good to find a captain or some high rank so her story would be listened perhaps better. She so much didn't trust those knights.

OC/ From this point on could I have a modded thread with a knight or some sort of authority? All I need to do is tell them what happened, say that they might be criminals and make sure they read the note. Later on perhaps I would like to get deeper with this story, there is this man, Keiv Sanders which I would want to....nevermind, there's time later to discuss it.

thanks

by **Paragon** on December 11th, 2011, 6:27 pm

Fraha :

Nice thread and fight scenes. Remember to say through, rather than thru (which is text speak/slang). For the moderation request, you'll need to post that in Dusk or Templar's office - if you have ANY questions or concerns about this grading, don't hesitate to PM me.