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Fiora Radacke encounters a familiar figure during the excitement of the Harvest Festival.

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This lazy agricultural settlement rests on the swampy shores of the Middle Suvan at the delta of The Kenash River. The River's slow moving bayou waters have bred a different sort of people - rugged, cultured, and somewhat violent. Sprawling plantations of tobacco and cotton grow on the outskirts of the swamp in the rich Cyphrus soils, while the city itself curls around the bayou and spawns decadence and sins of all sorts. Life is slower in Kenash, but the lack of pace is made up for in the excesses of food and flesh in a city where drinking, debauchery, gambling, slavery, and overbearing plantation families dominate the landscape.

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Postby Sypha Kai on October 17th, 2013, 3:07 pm

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Timestamp: 45th of Fall, 513 AV
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Location: Blade Plaza
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The first day of the Harvest Festival was under way and the spirit of Kenash's
citizens was elevated for a number of reasons. To start with, most of the slaves
would be allowed these two days away from the harsh labor of the fields. It
was a time to celebrate the plantations' yeilds, and for Dynasties to show off
their best crops. The Harvest Festival was also a marker, reminding everyone
that they were in the middle of the Fall season. That meant Winter was not too
far away and the people of the swampland would get a cool break from the
smothering heat. There were a wide variety of contests going on as numerous
vendors served foods from the recent harvest. The town was alive and each
of Kenash's plazas were filled with activity.

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The sky was clear overhead, a soft azure plane painted above like an unreachable
blue ceiling. The sun's churning heat rolled in a stationary sphere, casting an
abundance of warmth over southern city. It was a good day to be out and celebrate,
unless you were one of the unfortunate people who still had to work to survive. As
with many Freeborns, Sypha Kai did not have the luxury or the coin to fully
participate in the festivities. He was currently on duty, performing a simple task for
the Radacke Family that required only minimal skill. He had been trailing one of its
young women for some time now as she moved about the vendors, her languid
footfalls taking her along the edge of the Blade Plaza. The Mercenary had kept
a minimum of thirty paces behind her so as not to attract her attention, but now
was a good time for him to venture closer. He did not want to lose her in the
crowded plaza.

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Great care was given to his choice of positions, purposely seeking out large
bodies of shadow so that his darkly attired form wasn't as noticable. When
trailing someone in an enviroment as loud as a festival, the sound of your steps
didn't really matter. In this case, position is what kept you from being noticed.
Though the majority of his clothing was a common shade of black, Sypha Kai
had to incorporate flashy hues of red to satisfy his Eypharian nature. The dark
material of his enfolding cloak easily hid most of the vibrant tones of scarlet, but
the crimson shroud wrapped around his head was not so easily hidden. This was
another reason why the creeping swordsman picked suitably dark areas to slip
into. It took much effort, and a little bit of luck, to remain unseen at a closer
distance. Thirty paces slowly became twenty as the youthful lady moved deeper
into the busy plaza.

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Bursts of laughter and sporadic yelling was common while the celebrations were
in full swing, the loud sounds assisting the stalker in his attempt to close in from
behind. With each passing vendor he would advance another step closer, ducking
behind signs and structures when needing to avoid detection. There were a few
times througout the stalking that he thought she had discovered him, but each time
her attention was quickly drawn back to the many spectacles around her. Magic
tricks, fortune telling, stick duels, and dice rolling were but just a few examples of
the activities happening in their current location. There was much to see, hear, and
smell this deep into the plaza. It was an effervescent atmosphere that could effectively
drown a person's senses.

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Sypha waited patiently until woman moved beyond a specific point in the plaza to
completely close the distance between them. His actions remained steady, so as not
to attract any attention from any of the nearby citizens. The right side of his drifting
cloak was carefully drawn upward until the hem reached his awaiting fingers. What
was so different about his unique cloak compared to others was the multitude of
metal triangles sown sturdily within the hem, which were sharpened as often as his
precious short swords. A couple of those wicked pieces had been drawn into a single
gloved hand as the lady he was trailing began to walk beside an alley opening. This was
where he would make his move.

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The deliberate foot falls from before now transitioned into swift steps, bringing himself
close enough to firmly bump the Dynasty female. The quick collision of their bodies
would successfully redirect the woman's path, pushing her into the shaded side alley
between two buildings. There was an incisive piece of steel settled against the small
portion of her back, the pressure that was applied was only enough to let her know that
the apex was indeed sharp. Sypha Kai's words were deeper than normal as he tried
to mask the true sound of his voice, fearing she might reconize his uncommon accent,
"Scream and I'll make you wish you hadn't... Now tell me why you are alone? I know
who you are... where is your bodyguard?"


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Postby Fiora Radacke on October 22nd, 2013, 10:53 am


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After locking up her shop, Fiora made her way toward the sounds of the festivities in Kenash, eager to browse the stalls and watch the amusements. She was also hoping to find a certain someone in the crowd, if he was there.

The warmth of the afternoon did much to comfort her misgivings about being alone in the streets, away from Bice and the children, but still privy to the prying eyes of other Dynasty members. She milled about through the throngs at the Harvest Festival, flitting from booth to booth. At one, she purchased a new scarf...a pretty lavender and dark blue one that she immediately attached around her neck. Then, she stopped to admire a pair of large gold earrings under one small tent. As she fingered the delicate metal, she suddenly felt as if someone was staring at her back.

Fiora looked up at the vendor, who didn't seem to notice there was anything amiss. She glanced behind and around her, but everyone in her line of vision was busy with his or her own conversations or distractions. She tried to shake the feeling and wandered around to the various parts of the festival, pausing to watch a juggler, an amateur magic performance, and a couple of musicians. The feeling of being watched never seemed to dissipate, but the Benshira tried her hardest to not let it bother her.

Approaching an opening in the plaza, Fiora caught sight of a blonde head and a set of broad shoulders up ahead. Was that Quinn? It certainly looked like him. Pardoning her way through the mass of people, she began to move forward, her stomach fluttering in anticipation.

Then, a cloaked man bumped into her hard and knocked her sideways. Fiora stumbled over into a side alley, trying desperately to stay on her feet. Her eyes and mouth both opened wide as she felt a cold, sharp point at the small of her back. She froze in an awkward position as a male voice growled in her ear. A scream was repressed from bubbling forth at his warning, but Fiora’s hands and knees began to tremble.

“Please, sir…,” she choked. “I don’t know what you mean. I-I don’t have a bodyguard this day.” Chiding herself for being so stupid and letting him know she was unprotected, Fiora rushed on. “My husband, he’s—not far away. He and his men. But I will give you money or jewelry or whatever you want. Just please let me go.” Sinking back in fear, she felt the prick of the blade at her back press farther through her blouse and she straightened up again, her mind whirling. If only she could gain the attention of the people walking by…but it would be too late for her before they reacted.

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Postby Sypha Kai on October 24th, 2013, 7:23 pm

"You dare lie to me?!..," his rising, rough voice asked from behind.

"Since when did the ladies of Radacke bend the truth?..," Sypha's voice was calm and
normal now, a drastic contrast to the harsh words. His Eypharian accent returned and
richly laced his words, which were still understandable due to his continuous practice of
the common tongue. As soon as he had asked the playful question, a single snake-skin
sandal had touched upon the cobblestone in a backward step. The triangular blade was
removed from the lower piece of her back, the withdraw accompanied by the light sound
of his mirth.

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Another step was taken back as Fiora would instinctively turn to face her jesting attacker,
the second step creating a least a small gap between them. The space was for protection
of course, just incase the Radacke female became violent from being tricked in such a
physical manner. Truthfully he didn't know what the Dynasty brat's reaction was going to
be like, so it was best to be ready for a strike. It seemed to be a common occurrence
amongst these Humans, women slapping men in the face. Sypha Kai had seen it happen
numerous times throughout the past year living in Kenash.

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Secret :
The Kenash guard, from the Paille Dynasty's own brood, rode his impressive
mount down the stone laid street. His pace was slow as he looked over the crowded
market for any signs of disruption, the horse's clicking hooves warning those in their
path to disperse. The guard had just had his fill of roasted meat from one of the many
vendors in the area and was now headed further into celebration, his stomach filled to
the point of slight discomfort. He was hoping for an easy afternoon, but that wasn't
always possible in a city filled with greed and jealousy.

The moment he was dreading came when he noticed a man who was trying to signal
for him, the citizen's large rimmed hat waving back and forth furiously. The rider sighed
and gave his durable mount a firm boot, causing the powerful creature to increase the
rate of its movement. Once the Magistrate's officer reached the hat wielding man he
pulled gently on the leathery reins to bring his spotted horse to a stop. He winced slightly
at the sudden pain in his stomach and carefully shifted in his saddle, giving his attention
to the townsman, " Yea what is it?"

"Over there... in that alley... some vagrant pushed a woman in there!...," the man yelped
in excitement. Day to day life was a struggle for the lower class and events like this always
brought a bit of a rush into their tough lives. The guard's expression became a scowl and
he abruptly turned his mount in the direction the citizen had shown him. The thought of
chasing some common street thief down while experiencing digestive pains didn't sit well
will him, but he was loyal to his Drykas based Dynasty and to his duties as a guard.
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Postby Fiora Radacke on October 26th, 2013, 4:39 pm


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When the man accused her of telling lies, Fiora's mouth went dry. How did he know? How long had he been watching her, waiting for the opportune moment to swoop on her and run a blade through her back? As images of her sweet children began to flash before her vision, the stranger's voice suddenly changed and rang familiarly in her ears. Her muscles eased some of their tension as a shudder of relief vibrated through her.

Whirling around as the sharp metal point was removed from her back, Fiora's eyes settled on two dark orbs peeping out of a red shroud. Sypha Kai. Immediately she wanted to throw her arms around him, thankful that it wasn't anyone really dangerous, but at the same time, she was hesitant to even smile in his direction. The last time they'd encountered one another, the mercenary had been very upset with her. His words still struck a chord in her heart whenever she thought about them. Swallowing hard, Fiora fixed her light blue gaze on the Eypharian as he stepped back from her.

"Why?" she breathed, not angry or offended in the least, just bewildered. "Why would you do that to me?" Then, remembering her manners and her duty as a Dynasty, she nodded her head at Sypha slightly. "Good day to you, freeborn. A pleasant Festival, is it not?"

Was the mercenary chuckling behind his hood? Fiora narrowed her eyes at him, uncertain how to take this strange man. Was he still upset at her, for dishonoring him at the Auction Hall? And even if he wasn't, why had he sought her out and scared the wits out of her? What was the mysterious Sypha Kai playing at?

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Postby Sypha Kai on October 28th, 2013, 2:30 pm

Fiora's reaction was not what the Mercenary was expecting, and to his surprise she
even offered him a respectful greeting. The quiet laughter he had released was now
replaced by a hidden expression of bewilderment. The confusion that this female
human manifested in his mind lasted but a flitting moment, then instantly he returned
to the jesting of the young Radacke woman, answering her question while ignoring
her formality," I surprised you to show you just how much you need me around...
there are some bad people in this city... and plenty whom dislike the Radacke
Dynasty..."



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She was without aggression and because of this Sypha Kai felt a hightened sense
of confidence, which in turn fed the enormity of his ego. The slight gap between them
remained as the cloaked Eypharian began circling toward Fiora's right. His lower left
hand slipped into the fabric handle, sown into the interior, of his blade graced cloak
so he could guide the thick fabric away from his left hip. The sweeping movement of
his cloak brought one of his short swords into view, its black stained scabbard
hanging from the tenacious red sash squeezing his waist. "What if I meant you harm?...
Surely you would be a coin purse lighter right now... or worse... if I was a criminal with
any sort of imagination...,"
he said as his slowly placed steps took him beside her, then
further toward her backside.

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The shade cast by the buildings left the two in a semidark location, which blended oh
so nicely with the swordsman's black attire. Sypha Kai could never fully melt into
the darkness though, for a stubburn piece of his Eypharian heritage made him cling to
bright colors. Traces of scarlet littered his heavily clothed form with the most prominent
region being his crimson shroud. The lengthy piece of dyed material was folded and
wrapped precisely around his head and face, allowing the excess fabric to spill down
along his shoulders and chest. Brown eyes peered forth from the slit that was created
amoungst the crimson fabric, their scheming gaze reading her tastefully dressed figure.
Then something pulled his attention away...

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The guard's polished helmet gleamed intensely with the overhead sun as he
tried to steer his dual colored mount in the direction of the alley. There were a lot of
citizens out and about this afternoon because of the Harvest festival, and trying to get
thru them with any haste was proving to be difficult. He had an unpleasant disposition
due to the heat of the day, the gathering sweat beneath the pads of his studded armor,
the pain that plagued his insides, and the fact that he was placed on crowd control during
a largely celebrated event.

His white painted horse, covered with numerous brown spots, snorted loudly as it plowed
ahead without much fear of the dispersing citizens. The guard's mount was well trained
coming from the stalls of the Drykas influenced Dynasty. Once it had taken the armed guard
across the busy street, the domesticated animal was directed toward the entrance of the
signaled alley. The first half of the creature entered the passage between the two buildings,
its pointed ears standing upward while it worked a steel bit within its mouth. The straddling
Kenash guard then came into Fiora's and Sypha Kai's line of sight, the armored man's eyes
narrowing deeply to adjust to the shadows as he had just stepped out of the brilliant sunlight.
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