24th of Summer 513 a.v
A chilling wind came off the water rushing through the pathways of Ravok, warning all those still wandering the paths, the storm was approaching. The people of Ravok rushed for shelter of their homes or a tavern to hide from the night and the rain, all but one. A figure sat hunched over on the roof top dripping from the earlier showers watching with the eyes of a predator.
Assilsa sat shivering slightly as her cotton vest filled with water. As her black her clung over her face covering her garnet eyes, Assilsa observed the situation. She had spent the morning escaping from her possible doom, as it was the Slavers still searched the pathways below, The woman she had met was indeed correct… Assilsa fetched a high price to them.
Two men caught Assilsa eyes, their skin covered from head to toe by tight black clothes, they looked as if they were searching for something… Assilsa watched closely before confirming that they were backups for the other Slavers she had run from earlier in the day. Resting her hand on the rarely used Symenestran Lash, Assilsa scanned the man attempting to see if they had weapons, she was sure they did however she still checked. Taking a small step forward Assilsa noticed the small indication of a knife or possibly a dagger on the man closer to her, she couldn’t tell what the other man had. The two slavers began to move further down the paths searching each and every window, Assilsa crept across the rooves to get closer and with a burst of courage pulled out her Whip.
Only taking a few steps before one of the shingles of the roof began to slip, Assilsa jumped back kissing softly as the shingle began to clatter down the roof and smashing on the pathway before the two men, their heads snapping up, they spotted her.
“There she is!”
“Don’t just stand there!”
As the two man shouted orders at each other and attempted to find a way up, Assilsa panicked, unwrapping her whip from her hips, holding the bone grip of her lash with white knuckles she edged forward attempting to get close enough to crack the whip. This would be the first time she had used her whip hoped it would be the last. As the henchmen began to climb the walls Assilsa began to swing the Lash, starting to swing slowly she growled in warning, but as she heard the puffs and curses of the men she knew that they didn’t heed the warning. Cringing as her lash began to pick up speed and she began to hear the soft whistling the razor like edge created as it spun, as soon as fingers gripped the rooftop Assilsa cracked the whip aiming for the man’s fingers.
A string was curses were shouted at Assilsa even though the lash had only just sliced at the tip of his finger. As the second man’s head popped above the gutter, Assilsa began to swing again, the whistling was lost in the wind as it begin to pick up. With a loud crack from both Assilsa’s weapon and the wicked thunder followed by the freezing rain.
The Lash collided with the man’s open eye. The man’s husky voice cut through the wind, as the voice reached Assilsa she shied away. Blood began to slowly seep from the wound causing her fears to become true, had she just taken blood without cause? Assilsa stumbled backwards in attempt to get away from her horrible mistake, she had actually hurt someone. The man and his henchman friend might have been attempting to capture her but that didn’t stop the sickening feeling she was getting as she watched the blood mix with the rain.
“You! Wait until we get a hold of you!”
Assilsa watched in horror as the men slowly climbed over the edge of roof, reluctantly she began to swing again. The slavers continued towards her unhindered by the lash slicing at their skins, as they got closer Assilsa began to take less time with her aiming and more time attempting to avoid drawing any more blood. The lash whistled through the air behind her and before she knew it Assilsa felt the sting of her own weapon on her back. Stumbling forward whimpering Assilsa fell straight into the the grip. She felt their rough hands bruising her skin.
A chilling wind came off the water rushing through the pathways of Ravok, warning all those still wandering the paths, the storm was approaching. The people of Ravok rushed for shelter of their homes or a tavern to hide from the night and the rain, all but one. A figure sat hunched over on the roof top dripping from the earlier showers watching with the eyes of a predator.
Assilsa sat shivering slightly as her cotton vest filled with water. As her black her clung over her face covering her garnet eyes, Assilsa observed the situation. She had spent the morning escaping from her possible doom, as it was the Slavers still searched the pathways below, The woman she had met was indeed correct… Assilsa fetched a high price to them.
Two men caught Assilsa eyes, their skin covered from head to toe by tight black clothes, they looked as if they were searching for something… Assilsa watched closely before confirming that they were backups for the other Slavers she had run from earlier in the day. Resting her hand on the rarely used Symenestran Lash, Assilsa scanned the man attempting to see if they had weapons, she was sure they did however she still checked. Taking a small step forward Assilsa noticed the small indication of a knife or possibly a dagger on the man closer to her, she couldn’t tell what the other man had. The two slavers began to move further down the paths searching each and every window, Assilsa crept across the rooves to get closer and with a burst of courage pulled out her Whip.
Only taking a few steps before one of the shingles of the roof began to slip, Assilsa jumped back kissing softly as the shingle began to clatter down the roof and smashing on the pathway before the two men, their heads snapping up, they spotted her.
“There she is!”
“Don’t just stand there!”
As the two man shouted orders at each other and attempted to find a way up, Assilsa panicked, unwrapping her whip from her hips, holding the bone grip of her lash with white knuckles she edged forward attempting to get close enough to crack the whip. This would be the first time she had used her whip hoped it would be the last. As the henchmen began to climb the walls Assilsa began to swing the Lash, starting to swing slowly she growled in warning, but as she heard the puffs and curses of the men she knew that they didn’t heed the warning. Cringing as her lash began to pick up speed and she began to hear the soft whistling the razor like edge created as it spun, as soon as fingers gripped the rooftop Assilsa cracked the whip aiming for the man’s fingers.
A string was curses were shouted at Assilsa even though the lash had only just sliced at the tip of his finger. As the second man’s head popped above the gutter, Assilsa began to swing again, the whistling was lost in the wind as it begin to pick up. With a loud crack from both Assilsa’s weapon and the wicked thunder followed by the freezing rain.
The Lash collided with the man’s open eye. The man’s husky voice cut through the wind, as the voice reached Assilsa she shied away. Blood began to slowly seep from the wound causing her fears to become true, had she just taken blood without cause? Assilsa stumbled backwards in attempt to get away from her horrible mistake, she had actually hurt someone. The man and his henchman friend might have been attempting to capture her but that didn’t stop the sickening feeling she was getting as she watched the blood mix with the rain.
“You! Wait until we get a hold of you!”
Assilsa watched in horror as the men slowly climbed over the edge of roof, reluctantly she began to swing again. The slavers continued towards her unhindered by the lash slicing at their skins, as they got closer Assilsa began to take less time with her aiming and more time attempting to avoid drawing any more blood. The lash whistled through the air behind her and before she knew it Assilsa felt the sting of her own weapon on her back. Stumbling forward whimpering Assilsa fell straight into the the grip. She felt their rough hands bruising her skin.