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Timestamp: 38th of Fall, 513 AV
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Location: Edge of Kenash
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The brush was thick and healthy, creating a tangled overgrowth that choked
the fertile land where the cloaked man knelt. Sypha Kai did not normally leave
the protection of Kenash, but the promise of another pay day had forced his
hand this time. The Mercenary did not live the rich and luxurious life that an
Eypharian should be living, instead he survived poorly from job to job like a
tool being handed off from one Dynasty to the next. That was his master plan
after all, gaining the trust neccessary to extract information from these gluttonous
humans. Someone within this city knew where his Mother was being held,
and with patience he would uncover them.
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With a single knee planted in a soft patch of grass, Sypha studied the narrow
trail set before him. It had taken him a couple bells to reach this location on
foot, the southern edge of Kenash. Great attempts to conceal his travels were
made as he had to pass through the Lorak Plantation to arrive at this very spot.
If he had been spotted and confronted, he believed he knew Inari Lorak well
enough to escape any punishment. See, that's where that trust factor comes in
handy to a creeping Mercenary. There was no alarm signaled or any trace that
he was being followed from the path he had taken. How ironic that he worried
about being followed, when at this moment he was doing the same to another.
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A bare hand, baring the seared brand of a Freeborn, rose to his head and
carefully removed the scarlet shroud that had concealed his countenace. He
perfered to hide his Eypharian heritage whenever possible within the city, for
the majority of human citizens looked upon his race as an abnormality. The
less attention he drew upon himself the better, but out here, at the edge of
Kenash, he didn't have to worry about prying eyes. The crimson fabric was
folded and tucked beneath the tight sash that encircled his slender waist. Dark
brown voids drifted away from the skinny path in the thicket to the sky above,
checking the moisture content of the overcast clouds by the shade of their
underside. He did not want to get caught in the sodden swamps under the veil
of rain, which didn't look to be the case this afternoon.
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Satisfied with the results of his observation, Sypha Kai returned his calculating
gaze back down to the fresh path. It looked as if a single person had created
the division in the plant life, and they seemed to be in a hurry too judging from
the numerous broken stalks and warped leaves. His relentless studying brought
his eyes upon a diminutive piece of cloth, torn away from someone's attire and
caught in the thorns of an intimidating bush. This was a good omen, for the
signs would suggest his intel was correct and his tracking up till now had been
successful. The slave he was searching for was a teenage girl, one that had
probably taken one too many beatings, but that wasn't any of his business. It
was definately rare to get even a drop of sympathy out of Sypha's empty well.
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Each of his upper hands, one gloved, one branded, lifted to the top of his head.
Lengthy digits briefly harrassed the mess of dyed hair, sending the short waves
of brown/red all about. He had to be cautious out in the swampland, it was a
completely different enviroment than he grew up in. His entire life had been spent
in the Eyktol sands, with only a year of experience in the swamps surrounding
Kenash. In that length of time, Sypha realized that the swampland was indeed a
precarious place that most stayed away from. If he wasn't able to find the slave
girl before nightfall, she would likely not survive on her own. The owner wanted
her back alive to exact punishment. Sypha wanted her alive to add a few coins
into his meager collection..
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Timestamp: 38th of Fall, 513 AV
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Location: Edge of Kenash
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The brush was thick and healthy, creating a tangled overgrowth that choked
the fertile land where the cloaked man knelt. Sypha Kai did not normally leave
the protection of Kenash, but the promise of another pay day had forced his
hand this time. The Mercenary did not live the rich and luxurious life that an
Eypharian should be living, instead he survived poorly from job to job like a
tool being handed off from one Dynasty to the next. That was his master plan
after all, gaining the trust neccessary to extract information from these gluttonous
humans. Someone within this city knew where his Mother was being held,
and with patience he would uncover them.
<===================={===> <===}====================>
With a single knee planted in a soft patch of grass, Sypha studied the narrow
trail set before him. It had taken him a couple bells to reach this location on
foot, the southern edge of Kenash. Great attempts to conceal his travels were
made as he had to pass through the Lorak Plantation to arrive at this very spot.
If he had been spotted and confronted, he believed he knew Inari Lorak well
enough to escape any punishment. See, that's where that trust factor comes in
handy to a creeping Mercenary. There was no alarm signaled or any trace that
he was being followed from the path he had taken. How ironic that he worried
about being followed, when at this moment he was doing the same to another.
<===================={===> <===}====================>
A bare hand, baring the seared brand of a Freeborn, rose to his head and
carefully removed the scarlet shroud that had concealed his countenace. He
perfered to hide his Eypharian heritage whenever possible within the city, for
the majority of human citizens looked upon his race as an abnormality. The
less attention he drew upon himself the better, but out here, at the edge of
Kenash, he didn't have to worry about prying eyes. The crimson fabric was
folded and tucked beneath the tight sash that encircled his slender waist. Dark
brown voids drifted away from the skinny path in the thicket to the sky above,
checking the moisture content of the overcast clouds by the shade of their
underside. He did not want to get caught in the sodden swamps under the veil
of rain, which didn't look to be the case this afternoon.
<===================={===> <===}====================>
Satisfied with the results of his observation, Sypha Kai returned his calculating
gaze back down to the fresh path. It looked as if a single person had created
the division in the plant life, and they seemed to be in a hurry too judging from
the numerous broken stalks and warped leaves. His relentless studying brought
his eyes upon a diminutive piece of cloth, torn away from someone's attire and
caught in the thorns of an intimidating bush. This was a good omen, for the
signs would suggest his intel was correct and his tracking up till now had been
successful. The slave he was searching for was a teenage girl, one that had
probably taken one too many beatings, but that wasn't any of his business. It
was definately rare to get even a drop of sympathy out of Sypha's empty well.
<===================={===> <===}====================>
Each of his upper hands, one gloved, one branded, lifted to the top of his head.
Lengthy digits briefly harrassed the mess of dyed hair, sending the short waves
of brown/red all about. He had to be cautious out in the swampland, it was a
completely different enviroment than he grew up in. His entire life had been spent
in the Eyktol sands, with only a year of experience in the swamps surrounding
Kenash. In that length of time, Sypha realized that the swampland was indeed a
precarious place that most stayed away from. If he wasn't able to find the slave
girl before nightfall, she would likely not survive on her own. The owner wanted
her back alive to exact punishment. Sypha wanted her alive to add a few coins
into his meager collection..
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