2, Spring, 519
With a nice bit of money to her name, earned through hard work, Maria was in a good mood once again. Despite her violent nature, the woman did believe in hard work, and hers had paid off. Working at Silvertongue's, she'd managed to make a nice income last winter, and decided it was time to kick back, relax for a bit, and enjoy herself. At the moment she was walking through the city with a few more gold miza in pocket money than she normally carried. Her mind was set on a nice hot meal at a tavern somewhere, followed by a bath, then finding a lovely woman at a brothel to molest, after paying of course.
Walking through the streets of the city, it was another day in the life of anarchy central. There were throngs of people coming and going about their business, many traveling in groups of safety. There was also the lone individual, though most of them were armed to the teeth, enough to take on a small crowd if need be. There were of course the destitute beggars, street whores, muggers, thugs, and general nay-do-wells out and about too. Everyone had somewhere to be, or something to do it seemed. The sun was shining overhead, but there was still a bit of a nip in the air, as winter tried to hold back the inevitable arrival of spring, and the warmth that it would bring.
Maria thought about how much she liked the city of Sunberth. No guards, no governments, and no one to tell her what to do, for the most part. Up to this point she'd had almost no contact what so ever with any of the powers that be in the city. She was just a face in the crowd that nobody took notice of. That was also the way Maria preferred it, because it was easier for her to move around, and look into some future plans she had in mind. Yet that was something for a later date, right now it was time for a some rest and relaxation.
On the way to find the tavern that struck her fancy, Maria stopped so fast one could almost hear the breaks on her boots squealing. Her attention had been drawn by a man not too far away, who appeared to be doing a little window shopping, or he was casing some place, one of the two. It wasn't the man's face she was focused on, but his arm. Made of solid metal that was darkly colored, she immediately what he was, an Isurian. They were the chosen people of the god Izurdin and not too hard to spot considering they all had one arm made of solid metal. That alone fascinated Maria. They were like living weapons, having an arm made of metal that was fully flexible.
Maria couldn't even begin to recall all the stories she'd heard about the Isur people, and what they were capable of with those arms. Most of them sounded like total bullshit, though some, perhaps some were real. There was so much about the divine Maria was ignorant of, that she wasn't sure what to think. The Gods could so easily twist the laws of nature to their whims, that is was hard to tell what an arm like that might or might be capable of. There was also the fact she'd never seen an Isurian arm up close. During her life Maria had seen a lot of the races of Mizahar, but this was one she'd never had a close encounter with. Until now she'd only seen them at a distance, but that was about to change.
This was a curiosity she had no intention of ignoring, and walked right toward Crylon. When he stopped for some reason or the other, she didn't. Now about a foot away from the man, hands on hips, she was looking at his arm very intently. Studying the metal, how it looked, they way it seemed to move just like a normal arm, despite being solid. If she hadn't been noticed before, that no doubt went out the window when she took said arm by the wrist, and lifted it for a closer inspection. It was utterly fascinating to her, and Maria slide her other hand up the forearm to get a better feel for the texture, then gently rapped on it with her knuckles.
“Wow, this really is solid metal huh?” She rapped her knuckles on the arm a second time, noticeably harder then the first, then started to shake her hand. “Dang boi, that sucker is dense. So tell me, what's it made out of? Iron, steel, Isurian steel, maybe some special godly metal or some such?”
While the inspection and questioning was going on, she looked up at Crylon to see what he would say, completely oblivious about violating his personal space, and effectively molesting the man's arm to satisfy her curiosity.
WC: 827
Walking through the streets of the city, it was another day in the life of anarchy central. There were throngs of people coming and going about their business, many traveling in groups of safety. There was also the lone individual, though most of them were armed to the teeth, enough to take on a small crowd if need be. There were of course the destitute beggars, street whores, muggers, thugs, and general nay-do-wells out and about too. Everyone had somewhere to be, or something to do it seemed. The sun was shining overhead, but there was still a bit of a nip in the air, as winter tried to hold back the inevitable arrival of spring, and the warmth that it would bring.
Maria thought about how much she liked the city of Sunberth. No guards, no governments, and no one to tell her what to do, for the most part. Up to this point she'd had almost no contact what so ever with any of the powers that be in the city. She was just a face in the crowd that nobody took notice of. That was also the way Maria preferred it, because it was easier for her to move around, and look into some future plans she had in mind. Yet that was something for a later date, right now it was time for a some rest and relaxation.
On the way to find the tavern that struck her fancy, Maria stopped so fast one could almost hear the breaks on her boots squealing. Her attention had been drawn by a man not too far away, who appeared to be doing a little window shopping, or he was casing some place, one of the two. It wasn't the man's face she was focused on, but his arm. Made of solid metal that was darkly colored, she immediately what he was, an Isurian. They were the chosen people of the god Izurdin and not too hard to spot considering they all had one arm made of solid metal. That alone fascinated Maria. They were like living weapons, having an arm made of metal that was fully flexible.
Maria couldn't even begin to recall all the stories she'd heard about the Isur people, and what they were capable of with those arms. Most of them sounded like total bullshit, though some, perhaps some were real. There was so much about the divine Maria was ignorant of, that she wasn't sure what to think. The Gods could so easily twist the laws of nature to their whims, that is was hard to tell what an arm like that might or might be capable of. There was also the fact she'd never seen an Isurian arm up close. During her life Maria had seen a lot of the races of Mizahar, but this was one she'd never had a close encounter with. Until now she'd only seen them at a distance, but that was about to change.
This was a curiosity she had no intention of ignoring, and walked right toward Crylon. When he stopped for some reason or the other, she didn't. Now about a foot away from the man, hands on hips, she was looking at his arm very intently. Studying the metal, how it looked, they way it seemed to move just like a normal arm, despite being solid. If she hadn't been noticed before, that no doubt went out the window when she took said arm by the wrist, and lifted it for a closer inspection. It was utterly fascinating to her, and Maria slide her other hand up the forearm to get a better feel for the texture, then gently rapped on it with her knuckles.
“Wow, this really is solid metal huh?” She rapped her knuckles on the arm a second time, noticeably harder then the first, then started to shake her hand. “Dang boi, that sucker is dense. So tell me, what's it made out of? Iron, steel, Isurian steel, maybe some special godly metal or some such?”
While the inspection and questioning was going on, she looked up at Crylon to see what he would say, completely oblivious about violating his personal space, and effectively molesting the man's arm to satisfy her curiosity.
WC: 827
