Sh'Ky Naes
Summer 62, 514
Sh'Ky was skulking around the slums, looking for an opportunity to grab some extra coin. Mentally reviewing his "List", he went through the routine to start the day. House locked? Check. Chest locked? Check. Sword under jacket? Check. Good, I'm ready to go. Attempting to act normally, as normal as anyone was, in this piss-hole, Sh'Ky Naes moved down the street, stepping over potholes, refuse, and drunks.
As he passed a drunk, holding an empty bottle, presumably filled with an alcoholic drink at one point, he bent over the man, pulling his legs out of the thoroughfare. Pushing him against a wall, he rifled through his pockets, finding only five coppers and a small, decorative chain, which was most likely the man's most prized possession. Sh'Ky was about to feel bad about it, but reconsidered. Eh, he'll live, and besides, another person would've come along anyway. Better that I take it, rather than someone else. Pocketing the items, he moved along, adding the four coppers to the miserly sum that he carried at all times. You'd need money in this town, but who'd be fool enough to carry their entire wealth with them? Turning a corner, his face hardened.
The scene in front of him was one of contempt. Five men, obviously members of a gang, were dragging a woman into an alley. Gritting his teeth, Sh'Ky thought, I've got to do something. No, wait, what's my number one rule? Stay away from the gangs. Don't get in their business. But... Even I wouldn't do something like this... Yes. I must do something. As he began to tramp angrily towards the group, he stopped in his tracks. About ten members of the crowd, working in tandem with hand signals and eye contact, were moving towards the five gang members.
When the ten reached the five, he was too far away to hear what was said, but it obviously didn't please the five men, who were dragging the woman away, because three of them let go and brandished their weapons. Smirking, the leader of the ten pulled out a razor sharp knife and lunged at the leading member of the five. Edging closer, Sh'Ky began to formulate a plan. While they were fighting, he would rescue the woman, for whatever the ten had in store for her was probably just as bad or worse than what the five had planned. With loud, raucous shouts, the ten surrounded the three not holding the woman, and whipped out blades, clubs, and short spears. Startled, the two still holding the woman dropped her, and went to join their comrades.
Now moving with purpose, hand on his sword, Sh'Ky began to move around the edges of the men locked in combat. The gang members were too focused on each other to see Sh'Ky, so he slipped past them, into the alleyway. Pulling the woman to her feet, he held a finger to his lips and began to lead her by the arm.
As he passed a drunk, holding an empty bottle, presumably filled with an alcoholic drink at one point, he bent over the man, pulling his legs out of the thoroughfare. Pushing him against a wall, he rifled through his pockets, finding only five coppers and a small, decorative chain, which was most likely the man's most prized possession. Sh'Ky was about to feel bad about it, but reconsidered. Eh, he'll live, and besides, another person would've come along anyway. Better that I take it, rather than someone else. Pocketing the items, he moved along, adding the four coppers to the miserly sum that he carried at all times. You'd need money in this town, but who'd be fool enough to carry their entire wealth with them? Turning a corner, his face hardened.
The scene in front of him was one of contempt. Five men, obviously members of a gang, were dragging a woman into an alley. Gritting his teeth, Sh'Ky thought, I've got to do something. No, wait, what's my number one rule? Stay away from the gangs. Don't get in their business. But... Even I wouldn't do something like this... Yes. I must do something. As he began to tramp angrily towards the group, he stopped in his tracks. About ten members of the crowd, working in tandem with hand signals and eye contact, were moving towards the five gang members.
When the ten reached the five, he was too far away to hear what was said, but it obviously didn't please the five men, who were dragging the woman away, because three of them let go and brandished their weapons. Smirking, the leader of the ten pulled out a razor sharp knife and lunged at the leading member of the five. Edging closer, Sh'Ky began to formulate a plan. While they were fighting, he would rescue the woman, for whatever the ten had in store for her was probably just as bad or worse than what the five had planned. With loud, raucous shouts, the ten surrounded the three not holding the woman, and whipped out blades, clubs, and short spears. Startled, the two still holding the woman dropped her, and went to join their comrades.
Now moving with purpose, hand on his sword, Sh'Ky began to move around the edges of the men locked in combat. The gang members were too focused on each other to see Sh'Ky, so he slipped past them, into the alleyway. Pulling the woman to her feet, he held a finger to his lips and began to lead her by the arm.
