Open Honest work, dangerous city. [Sarina]

[Wyborn]

Wyborn Early morning. He hurried down the streets trying to avoid the citizens of this lovely city. His Tattoo kit was strapped to his back. He moved on all fours and scampered over debris and other objects that littered the ground. Smoke continuously pouring from his nostrils. His eyes scanning his surroundings. It wasn't uncommon to be attacked in this city. In just three days there had been several attempts on his life including one when he was sleeping. As luck would have it, he was an excellent hider. His clawed clay feet propelled him across some tumbled lumber. Earlier there had been a few people who were loitering outside the Pig's Feet Tavern. Which didn't settle well with him as they left when he did. He scurried faster, out the corner of his eye he saw that instead of two there was only one. He had no idea where the second man went or what he was doing, probably reporting movements. It had been a terrible idea to take the job, last night. The man had been very drunk and boasting loudly about his recent loot he'd managed to swipe off some poor schmuck, that schmuck being someone who belonged to the dagger hands. He also remembered the amount of GM that was promised upon completion of the tattoo, a bold number. The directions to his quarters had been somewhat confusing, and he turned down the wrong alley way. It was long and twisted and didn't really seem to end anywhere important it took him in the wrong direction and caused him to get lost. He stopped and stood on his hind legs looking around. That is when the rough looking man stepped out from behind a stack of crates, he held a wicked looking knife in his and approached "Hello little lizard... I suppose i better help you carry that gold of yours huh?" He backed up a little, thinking about scuttling off, yet at the end of the alley way there was another man waiting, holding a club of some sort... maybe a table leg. Regardless of the weapon the man down the alley looked far more formidable than the one confronting Wyborn. He could almost taste the greasy build of these two thugs. The one before him had a patch work beard, with ugly scars covering his jaw. His hair was very thin and he looked over weight. He couldn't get a decent look at the man now coming closer behind him. "I haven't been paid yet. I have no Gold Miza's on me..." His voice was very deep for his size. Which would throw off most people who meet him. The man laughed and stepped closer, and Wyborn backed up. There were no intersecting alleys close enough to flee down. He was about to lose his life savings, maybe even his life. "Guess we can sell you on the market then."ch of flesh.

[Sarina]

Sarina was following someone. That seemed to be all she did now a days but this time it was a bit different. This time she was following a pycon. Sarina had only encountered someone from the pycon race a few times before and the tiny clay race had always interested her. They also greatly annoyed her. Them being a race of entirely different forms and shapes she had a hard time reading their movements so they were a bit too unpredictable for her liking. The reason she was following the elusive one was because of a careless mistake.

A few bells earlier she had been following a man around, who was much easier to follow. She was trailing him because she had reason to believe a ring he wore on his left hand had magical properties. Sarina was, like the majority of Sunberthians, against those that practiced magic, mainly because of the advantage it gave people over her. Despite this she wasn’t against having a magical item if it was able to benefit her. While she was following him she had heard him saying that he would be getting a tattoo done by a pycon. Having found that an unusual bit of information she, had remembered it which, as it turned out, was lucky. After losing track of the man she decided to find the pycon tattoo artist and have him lead her to the man she was looking for. Finding the pycon was a bit difficult. She hadn’t seen many pycons in Sunberth at all so she thought it might be easier but it turned out the little clay lizard was quite good at hiding.

She had only stumble across him by accident having seen him scurrying by down an alley way. After seeing him she had immediately started following him, making sure to keep her distance as not to let him notice her. Sarina couldn’t even guess where the lizard was going as he scurried along in seemingly random directions, causing her to almost think he knew Sarina was there and was trying to throw her off.

Suddenly, as Sarina was hiding behind the corner of a building she heard the clay lizard’s feet stop moving. Why had he stopped? Her question was quickly answered by a man’s voice in the alley way the pycon had gone down.

“Hello little lizard. . . I suppose I better help you carry that gold of yours huh?” Great, Sarina thought exasperatedly as carefully glanced around the corner The lizard is being mugged. Suddenly, she noticed another man, this one carrying a club like weapon walking strait towards her down the street she was on. Sliding along the wall she back tracked a bit until she had turned down another alley way so the man couldn’t see her. She hopped he hadn’t noticed her and if he had he would have better thing to do than attack her. Wrapping her cloak tighter around her, she peeked around the corner. The man was standing at the end of the alley way the lizard had gone down. He was walking rather slowly into the alley way with his club that, now that Sarina could see it better looked a bit like a table leg. Likely he was there to cut off the escape of the tattoo artist. Sarina thought that the pycon, despite his size could probably defend himself. No one could survive in Sunberth for long without being able to day that much. Her thoughts were filled with doubt when she heard the lizard say in a surprisingly low voice:

“I haven’t been paid yet. I have no Gold Miza’s on me. . .” Even if the pycon could fight he would have to be exceedingly talented to take on two full grown men so Sarina doubted he could get away without losing. She considered just letting the lizard get mugged, he would have less money, not her problem and he would be even more likely to do the tattoo for the man she was looking for. The only problem would be if the lizard got injured and he couldn’t get do the tattoo or if the men took his tattoo kit.

She didn’t have a chance to come to her decision before the man in the alley way made it for her. He laughed saying, “Guess we can sell you on the market then.” If the lizard was sold there was no way he could possibly lead her to the person she was following so she knew she would need to step in. She cautiously stepped back into the alley way she had been in before the who she had hid from was not far enough down the intersecting alley way that he couldn’t see her.

As she did she assessed the two men determining her situation. One of them had a large club making him probably a stronger man with slower movements and judging by the fact his club was a table leg, less intelligence. The other man, from what she could see of him in the shadowy alleyway, looked like he had a knife of some sort. The man with the club would be better to fight with her bare hands but the one with the knife seemed better fight with her Tamo Dagger so she would have to fight them individually, not that she thought she could take them on at the same time anyway. She also had the benefit of surprise. If she could take out the club man in a single blow from behind it would make the fight a lot easier. She knew she couldn’t count on the small lizard for any help but the narrow alley was good. It would at least let the men only be able to attack her one at a time. She also needed an excuse for why she was even there and saving the lizard. Deciding she was going to make up a lie about why she needed to find the man without him knowing she was looking for him she began her plan.

Taking out her Tamo Daggers but keeping them sheathed together so they were a sort of stick, she crept up behind the club man. Suddenly she realized she had made a horrible mistake. The man with the knife was facing the opposite direction and so while she was hidden from the clubbed man the knife one could see her perfectly.

“Oi, Jeff, behind you!” The knifed man called. The man with the table leg, who name was presumably Jeff, spun around swinging his club. Sarina ducked narrowly missing getting her face smashed in and rolled under the man’s arms so that she was behind him but also between the two men.

Quickly popping up Sarina dropped her cloak on the ground next to the pycon. “Lizard, it’s your lucky day!” She glanced down at the clay lizard. Returning her narrowing eyes to the two thugs, she said, “Unfortunately I can’t say the same for you two.” Jeff had turned around by now and was swinging his club at Sarina. She ducked and maneuvered herself so her back was once again facing the open alley way. The last thing she needed was to be stabbed in the back by a common mugger.

Unfortunately Jeff was faster to turn around than Sarina had expected and hit her square in the right shoulder sending her into the nearby wall. Her Tamo Daggers flew out of hand and hit the ground behind the man. Her shoulder hurt, it might have been dislocated, and she wasn’t sure. What she did know as she regained her footing was she needed get to get her daggers back if she was going to beat the man with the knife.

[Wyborn]

Wyborn It had been a slurr of motion and movement. A woman of one of the larger races had appeared and apparently was here to help “Lizard, it’s your lucky day!”. Her outright boldness was absurd, and it made him take a step back from the situation. “Unfortunately I can’t say the same for you two.” A stranger, came and challenged two full grown men? Could she be as good as she made herself sound to be? Was there hope for these larger races? Was there hope for this city? He had many questions and almost forgot where he was. Or at least he would have had she not been clubbed in the back. He dagger flew from her hand and it managed to land within a leap's distance from himself. He then remembed the other man, he jumped as far as he could his tail coming a hairs breadth away from the mans face as he crashed into the alley trying to grab him. He lost his tattoo kit on the ground. His body rolling surprisingly well he bumped the knife and unfurled. The man had recovered and gotten onto his feet, he was charging towards him, his eyes were of murder, he grabbed the dagger with both hands and spun in a circle. "Woman! Catch!" He let go of the dagger in her direction. He couldn't hold it well and couldn't hang onto it. It flew and landed within arms reach of her. He wasn't quick enough to escape the dagger wielding man. He got his body pinned under the man and went to wiggle free, he used his weight to keep him suppressed. Quick thinking lead him to bit down on the man's arm which was pinning him. His teeth quickly turned to needle like, and he chomped down puncturing the man's tender flesh. He didn't taste very good. And instantly blood was in his mouth. The man yelped and threw his arms out which in turn flung Wyborn. He landed somewhat close to his tattookit, which now was open. A vile of ink had rolled out and so did his needle's he quickly snatched up his tattoo lance, and spun around ready to fend of the knife man or clubbed man if necessary. Thought the tattooing stick would only puncture about an inch of flesh.

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[Sarina]

Sarina’s vision was blurred from the pain in her arm. Blinking her eyes a few times she cleared her vision just in time to see the man’s club swinging at her again. Quickly she dropped to the grounded ducking under the club. The club smashed into the stone wall where Sarina was before. The club, which wasn’t made of very strong materials, splintered as it hit the wall.

Jumping back up Sarina saw the pycon almost getting grabbed by the man with the knife. Instead he rolled bumping into Sarina’s daggers. He grabbed the daggers and spun in a circle with it. As he did Sarina noted the man behind him getting up and readying himself to lung again. Sarina almost said something but the lizard suddenly let go of the weapon and Sarina had to focus on trying to catch it. As he let go he shouted at Sarina as if it would help. Reaching out her injured arm pain shot through her shoulder forcing her to retract it before she caught the Tamo Daggers causing it to crash on the ground. Gasping a bit she grabbed at her shoulder with her other hand.

Grabbing the daggers that had landed fairly close to her she looked back at the lizard. He was now squished under the much bigger man. She didn’t have much time to think about it because the Jeff, the club wielding man, had recovered from being temporarily stunned by hitting the wall. He swung at Sarina again only this time toward her feet. Jumping over the swing she landed fairly hard on the ground. The landing shook her shoulder causing more pain to shoot through it. Biting down on her lip she swung her combined Daggers at the man’s head, hitting him in the ear. He staggered back a bit, giving her just long enough to glance at the lizard.

She saw the pycon with his teeth digging into the man’s arm. The man let out a high pitched yelp causing Sarina to smirk a bit. The lizard really wasn’t bad in a fight. He was doing better and Sarina. Determined not to be out done by a lizard, Sarina unsheathed the daggers. Despite the fact Sarina could only use on dagger at a time, she held on in each hand. Even if she could use both of her hands with the daggers she couldn’t now due to her injured shoulder.

Sarina stabbed at the man’s arm with the dagger in her right hand. He was surprisingly quick to block it with his club. The club was suddenly brought up so that Sarina stabbed it instead of the man’s arm. Holding her the club with the dagger that was in it Sarina drew her leg up, biting through the pain in her shoulder, she kicked the man in the stomach. He stumbled back dislodging his club from her dagger as he did.

Biting her lip she stabilized herself as she tried to ignore the pain. The lizard seemed to still be faring well on his own. He was stabbing the man in the knife with a piece from his tattoo kit.

The man with the club lunged at her. This time it was Sarina’s turn to block the strike. Catching the club with her knife she slammed into him with her good shoulder. She man staggered backwards. Without giving him time to catch himself Sarina jumped behind him and held the dagger’s blade up to his neck. She started to wrap her other arm around him but it hurt her shoulder so she stopped. It was a bit awkward because she was shorter than the man so she had to stand on her tip toes and lean around his shoulders to see but the most important part was that she had the knife threateningly at the man’s neck.

“Now, you two will leave us. Wouldn’t you?” Sarina said loudly calling the attention of the injured man with the knife. Over the man’s shoulder she stared menacingly at the other man.