[Flashback]Its Cold Outside [Open]

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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]

[Flashback]Its Cold Outside [Open]

Postby Lunae on January 24th, 2012, 11:20 pm

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Time Stamp - 45th of Winter 509AV

Lunae shivered in the bitter cold of the night, it was late and she was alone in an alley a ways from the Southern Trading Post. Trying not to get caught being in the state of nudity that she was in. Her pale skin stood out horridly in the inky darkness that was her current hiding spot, but it wasn't going to be enough to keep her warm.

Still soaked to her bones from her watery “rebirth” Lunae only had her shivering arms draped around her chest to keep her warm, so basically she was freezing.

It wasn't until she saw the crowd thinning out did she manage to take the time to find some unsuspecting fool of a man. Her horns were intimidating, being jet black in color, her dark blue eyes appearing black if she didn't step into the moonlight. It was her skin that was oddly enough keeping her visible.

I curse thee Leth. Abandoning me most in my time of need. She growled at the moon, eying it for only a second behind finding a suitable target mere feet from her spot in the alleyway. He was a drunken man who decided to take a small pit stop in the darkened alleyway, not a smart move in Ravok from what she could tell thus far. And it was going to be his last night in just a second.

He was clothed in a black heavy fur-lined hooded cloak, a dark set of leggings, and a dark brown tunic. On a broad belt held a leather sheath with a dagger in it. Riding boots covered his feet. Lunae took to her feet and crept to his left side, the side with the dagger, and waited quietly as the guy rummaged with his leggings and started his business.

Noise covered was helpful for Lunae's next step. She reached forward with her left hand, pausing at the hilt as the guy adjusted himself. She waited for him to continue. He was too focused in that area to get her to grab the blade.

Fate has decided man... Your time is up. Lunae grabbed swiftly to the back of his head and neck and slammed his face hard against the wall as she stretched her right foot across the front of his feet and pulled back. It wasn't a loud thud as his face connected with the wall. With her hands stabilizing his neck and head though, it didn't look good for the man. His head stayed flat against the wall, his body angled backwards towards his assailant, Lunae. His neck broken as jagged as it was meant the poor sap didn't survive.

She dropped his body to the ground and paused, waiting in the shadows, no one apparently noticed the blind-sided attack. Excellent. She made quick snatches at his clothing, taking one piece at a time.

Once she had all the clothing safely tugged away in the shadows she tried them on, seeing as nothing was tailored to her stature and form she ultimately decided on keeping the belt with the sheath and a dagger and the cloak.

It was to her surprise though to find a belt pouch on his person holding a large amount of coinage in it. This she confiscated as well, hanging it on her newly acquired belt. Now clothed in what she could fit in comfortably enough, Lunae pulled the hood over her face and the cloak tightly around her body, concealing her alabaster complexion and her racial give-away – her horns. The ground was still cold on her feet, but that was fine for now.

Now, to attend to the body though, poor soul that he was, First thing Lunae knew she needed to do was re-cloth the poor man, so she did. Then she adjusted his feet to make it appear as if he slipped on some ice, being as drunk as he was she knew she needed something to prop his head on. It wasn't long before she found a crate thrown in the alleyway some ways from the street. It was empty, but heavy. She had to drag it over towards the body and rearrange the man's corpse. It was nearly two chimes before Lunae had the body arranged so that it appeared as if the drunk man slipped on some ice well relieving himself, smashed his face against the crate and snapped his neck due to the angle.

Once Lunae's staged suicide was completed she made sure all evidence that she was even there was eradicated before assimilating herself into the crowd flooding into Ravok.

OOC: This is how Lunae obtained her Starting Package Items. Except for the eating utensils and rations...
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Lunae
Forsaken Daughter of Leth
Lunae
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