To Bond Over Death [Kechaiya]

by **Amon Torque** on October 29th, 2014, 4:35 am

He watched her, mouth agape as she demanded payment and threatened death. His head gave a shake in disbelief, he had thought of her someone just looking to help, but it had turned out she was just another greedy doctor. It actually surprised him when she offered him some of the money, he had expected her to take the money and leave. He pocketed it, doing the best he could to convince himself he had earned it and that it would be put to use by buying materials to save more lives. It wasn't a blatant lie, but it was not the exact truth either, for some of it would go to his own personal needs.

His morals clashed, eventually both disappearing to leave him with no guidance on what fit his beliefs. He decided on what to do next and did as she said, making two of the knots, using the memory of her stitches more than her confusing instructions that were made nearly impossible to understand with her few words. It would have been funny in other circumstances, how drastically she had changed in Amon's views of her within seconds of her actions changing.

It was even more drastic and appalling when she stabbed the man, ending his life in mere seconds after asking him for money. How amoral could she get? It was a disturbing chain of events, but Amon shrugged it off and remembered that this was Sunberth, and he was used to the greed. Still, a doctor goes from life-saver to death-bringer within minutes, without a look of remorse on her face. The eyes looked cold and unforgiving, gazing towards Amon, her lips moving to ask if he had finished the knot. "Yeah, done," he said, shrinking away from her slightly, not feeling safe around her dagger.

by **Kechaiya** on October 31st, 2014, 5:15 pm

Amon's discomfort hadn't gone unnoticed by the doctor, but she didn't care. The man was beyond her help by the point she killed him, she'd eased his suffering, and for free. Clearly war was in the streets, and saving everyone was impossible. Even if he would've survived, she wouldn't have treated him without payment. Payment meant another meal so she could save others, meant she could continue to buy supplies to heal others, things that were necessary. By not treating him, she could perhaps find another who could pay and save them as well. The world was cruel, but the practical would survive it.

She was going to check his work, but the way he flinched from her made her think he needed a moment or two to adjust. Surely he'd killed before, he was a Sunberthian after all. So she moved over to the crumbled wall that had provided entrance and looked out over the battlefield. It appeared that the fighting had moved to another section of the city, leaving three bodies strewn about in the dirt. Her ebony eyes scanned the area, making sure it was safe to go out. She pulled her dagger out once more, and stepped out into the open. The closest body was just a few feet from the entrance, lying face down. Upon reaching him, she turned him over, only to see a massive gash across the throat, eyes stuck open. Dira had already taken him. Studying his gear, she could tell his weapon and coin had been taken, leaving only his raggedy clothing.

She made her way over to the next one, smack dab in the middle of the open space. The one was a woman, a look of surprise on her face, her head bent at the neck at a very deadly angle. She didn't see anything of value, even in the clothing, for the woman was much too tall. She was about to leave when she could see the woman's hand was clutched into a fist. Curious, Kechaiya worked the tip of the dagger between the fingers, and easily pried them open, the stiffness not fully set in. Inside was a necklace, a small carving of a crow hanging from a leather string. It didn't look like much, roughly crafted, but it must have meant a lot to her. Kechaiya shrugged, taking it from her cold, dead fingers, and slipping it over her head.

The last corpse was laying halfway into a darkened alley. Kechaiya moved around so she could approach the alley head on, to see if there was any threat within. She edged closer, feet moving as quietly as she could. She knelt down by the body, a large man stabbed at least a dozen times in the torso by a small dagger. Once more she looked for anything of value, noting a strange bulge beneath his shirt. Her hand went fishing beneath the blood soaked fabric, closing around a pouch, with what felt full of mizas. This was a good day for her. Until she felt a blade rest against her neck from behind.

"I'll be taking that miss."

Petch, she hadn't heard anyone at all. This man was a lot better at sneaking around than her it seemed. She snapped the pouch from the cord, and offered it up to her mystery thief. He snatched it from her hand, and with a simple, "Thanks," pulled the threatening blade away and disappeared. She sighed, knowing full well that acts of good luck were truly few and far between. Standing up, she quickly made her way back to the ramshackle clinic, and began packing up her things. "No one else hurt, just dead. Next time, no pull out arrow. Snap sharp head off, then pull. If not all way through, push through, then snap off. Understand?" Leaving him with that last bit of helpful information, she stood, nodded, and made her leave, heading back home, one quiet step and suspicious glance at a time.

by **Avarice** on November 19th, 2014, 12:52 am

Greetings! Salutations! Hello! *insert all other greetings in ze world*

I am Avarice, your lovely AS of Sunberth; and I am here to inform you that there is something wonderful coming your way...A Grade! Yes. You've finished a thread and it was wonderful so below you'll find your hard-earned XP and Lores. Any questions? PM me! (Don't be shy, I don't bite...I promise!) Also, please be sure to edit your post in the request thread to reflect your having received a grade!

Amon

XP

Observation +5
Running +3
Stealth +1
Medicine +5
Herbalism +4
Acrobatics +1
Rhetoric +3
Unarmed Combat +1
Cooking +1
Sewing +2

LORES

A Gang War is a Prime Opportunity to Help
Treating a Crossbolt Wound
Honey: A Natural Antiseptic
Survival Sometimes Demands Cruelty
Defying Authority is My Norm
Sewing: The Square/Reef Knot
The Collapse of One's Morals

MISCELLANEOUS

Earnings: +3 gm

Kechaiya

XP

Observation +5
Medicine +5
Running +1
Acrobatics +1
Leadership +3
Rhetoric +4
Teaching +2
Sewing +2
Weapon: Dagger +1

LORES

Getting Caught in the Middle of a Warzone
Yet Another Long and Tiring Day
Any Decent Doctor Can Do Stitches!
Taking Charge of a Dangerous Situation
Herbalism is but a Supplement to Real Medicine
You Pay, I Fix. No Pay, You Die.
Putting a Patient Out of His Misery
I Work for Mizas, Not Charity

MISCELLANEOUS

Yours Truly,
- Avarice <3