Completed A Cracking of the whip

The last run in with the slavers may be what chases Assilsa out of Ravok and into the closest city, Nyka

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

A Cracking of the whip

Postby Assilsa Curare on August 29th, 2013, 4:11 am

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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.
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A Cracking of the whip

Postby Assilsa Curare on September 1st, 2013, 5:59 am

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Letting out a rough scream Assilsa struggled, extending her bones to their limits. Her joints ached and screamed in protest as the Slavers refused to let her go. It was only as she heard the snapping that her eyes widened in terror.
The sound rung in her ears, over the wind, over the thunder even over the slavers voices, like a twig snapping. The sound reached her before the pain of her broken wrist, as the numbness mixed with the pain Assilsa whimpered. How was a fragile spider supposed to defend herself when her wrist is broken and she has already fallen into their evil jaws?
“You’re coming with us”
The voice laughed in Assilsa’s ear but she could no longer place voice to face. Her thoughts could only focus on two things the need for escape and the pain. Running her lip over her fangs she began to think of ways to escape, escape then she would deal the pain. Assilsa knew that the men were stronger then herself, all she had to do was off balance them and Assilsa would have the upper hand… Her poison… the thought floated across her mind before it lingered at the fore front of her mind.
Tugging her already broken hand, Assilsa brought the less bulky slaver within a reachable distance, before he was able to react Assilsa leant closer to his shoulder and bit down hard. Her teeth punctured the soft tissue sending the corrosive effect of her venom to relax the man’s body. Sure enough, his body grew less tense and his grip slowly began to loosen around her wrist.
“Hey! Don’t go all Sylir on me now man!”
Assilsa seized the chance of the distraction of both men and pushed back with all her might.
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A Cracking of the whip

Postby Assilsa Curare on September 2nd, 2013, 11:22 am

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The wet shingles loosened under the weight of the slavers and Assilsa and when she pushed backwards they began to fall. Shattering on the paths below the Symenestra soon followed flailing through the air wishing she wouldn’t have the same fate. In an desperate attempt to save herself Assilsa put her hands between her and the pathways, as she landed she heard the snapping of her fingers.
Assilsa rolled onto her back and looked back at the roof, the slavers stood there in shock. The one she had bitten started to look a little pale, Assilsa assumed he would only have a bell or so before began to feel any pain. Her soft skin had already begun to bruise as she crawled to her feet.
“Come back here!
Assilsa’s heartbeat began to pick up; closing her eyes she began to place one foot in front of the other, as she began to stumble Assilsa heard the sounds of what, to her ears, to men crawling down the side of a building…They were coming…
The sights of Ravok flashed past her until her aching feet lead her to the docks. She looked around, the slavers weren’t to be seen anywhere and yet Assilsa felt the sudden urge to grab her pack and run back home… Back to her Mabda.
Before she knew it Assilsa was half way up the wall of the Silver Silver where she had stashed her pack. The pack was cleverly hidden behind the chimney, as she reached for its leather straps with her broken hand Assilsa winced. With the pack firmly secured on her back Assilsa began to run towards her first sight of Ravok, the gates. She was heading to Nyka, away from the slavers, closer to home…
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A Cracking of the whip

Postby Abstract on November 12th, 2013, 6:23 pm


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~ Weapon: Symenestran Lash - 1
~ Escape Artist - 1
~ Running - 1

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~ Attacked By Slavers
~ Leaving Ravok

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