Open Dead rights

[Lo'campo]

Sunberth 25th Winter 514 A.V The sound of his feet crunching into the sparkling white dust covering the ground echoed through the ally ways as the blue skinned male directed an upside down table through the snow as a way for transport. A spade on his back where his great-sword would be for the work to be done for the day. He was going to be saving the victims of a killer worse then he. A killer that comes in the night as well as broad daylight, drawing it's victims in with it's beauty and grace before taking their lives just as quickly as it came. Winter was becoming a harsh season for Sunberth with more bodies being frozen throughout the city, the cold air and snow turning the once warm happy peoples into frozen works of ice. A turn revealed the masses of those that could not escape the nights grasp and too joined the ranks of the dead. Men, women, children, animals, some were even families that were huddled together to stay warm unable to produce enough heat. A shake of his head readjusting the hood of his robe before removing the spade to start his work. A smirk on his face recalling the lie that he told Jilene in order to get the table and tool. "The leg on the table is broken, i'm taking it to get repaired. There is also a hole that looks to be unsafe so i'm going to fill that as well." Boy if she really knew what he was using her table for, she would have his head on a platter. Rubbing his large hands together, he stabbed the ground with the spade keeping it in place. Sunberth was a mining town, meaning that a person wouldn't keep too far down into the ground before the fell right through into a mine. Not wanting to risk that chance, Lo'campo figured that he would take as many as he could out into the woods where there was actual ground to be broken. Approaching the frozen bunch, he took his pick pulling at a child and mother huddled in a corner blanket halfway wedged between them and the wall. This was not a job nor sight for those with weak stomachs. Shaking his hand in the snow to get his fingers wet, he gently closed the eyes of the mother who looked to have died crying over the child if he had to guess. The task brought back memories of his sister that he had to push from his mind. Now wasn't the time for mourning. Kneeling down for better positioning, he took hold of the child first pulling at the cold body trying to pry it from it's mothers dead arms before quickly stopping to rethink his action. He couldn't do such a thing, she had already lost her child to the cold, he couldn't take her babe away from her in the afterlife as well. Taking the time to think on the enigma, Lo'campo positioned the table so he could roll the two onto it. Moving to the side of the bodies, he gave a strong push the toppled the duo over onto the wooden table with a thud. There was no telling how long they had been stuck like that, left here with no family or loved ones looking for them. Taking hold of the legs of the table and retrieving the spade he continued his journey through the alleyway and out into the main road of the city. Locals and visitors alike watched as he moved the body along though none spoke or moved towards them. They all just kept walking. Not that he blamed them. This was Sunberth after all, for all he knew this woman and child could have been slaves, or thieves, hell the even could have been someone with weight around this city. That was the point, one could never know the story that another left behind. Caught up in his thoughts, Lo'campo failed to pay attention to where he was going before hitting the side of a stand causing the table to lift and tip the bodies out into the street. "Hey watch where you're going there! And get that filth away from my stand." The merchant spoke out motioning his hand shooing them away. Instinctively Lo'campo took hold of the man's hand interlocking it with his own massive palm whilst bending it backward where the merchants fingers now pressed on his wrists. "They are not filth, they are people. Understood?" A nod from the painful fear stricken face won the release of his hand before Lo'campo placed the bodies back onto the table and proceeded.

[Shakune]

The market was always one of Shakune's favourite places to visit in Sunberth -- when she was sober, that is. The people were ragged, rough, but generally pleasant. Sure, their smiles most likely hid their desire to pick your pockets and steal your gold, but still.

A friendly thief was better than an aggressive one, after all.

This thought in turn made Shakune smirk with her usual peevishness. The woman had a sick sense of humour according to some, and she agreed. Her life had been a lucky one, in truth; she had escaped the miserable clutches of her drug-whore mother, she had managed to somehow avoid being captured as a slave, she avoided dying of starvation or of poverty every day. Something about Shakune was lucky, and she aimed to make the most of the time whilst blood pumped along her veins.

And so she told jokes, made light of bad situations. It was how she coped. It was that, or drinking and screwing her way around the city. In reality, she dabbled in all three coping mechanisms, depending on her mood.

So when Shakune - whilst innocently standing at a stall and investigating the fascinating world of smoking pipes - witnessed out of the corner of her eye a huge blue man drop what appeared to be a dead body, a sick little grin pulled on her lips. The merchant of the stall said something sharply, most likely in shock to the dead corpse that had fallen near his wares, but the Akalak responded with slow, menacing moves and a deep voice.

They are people you're dropping all over the place like crumbs, she thought wryly, eyebrows arched in amusement. The Akalak's gesture was one rooted in kindness, she assumed, but her perverse mind could not help but darkly twist the selflessness of a stranger. It was all well and good showing the dead kindness, but it was a tad... well, late. How many do-gooders actually offered the starving or the freezing their bed? How many people opened the door and welcomed the homeless - who she assumed were most at risk at freezing to death - into their home? Not many, Shakune guessed. But then again, perhaps she was being judgemental, assuming the worse of someone.

Sauntering her way over to the Akalak, Shakune realised that she actually recognised him. He had been with her when she met Ealisaid, the female slave who had almost broken her neck on the ice. Shakune and the Akalak had disagreed over the morality of slavery, or something equally as separated from them both. This just got more interesting...

"Did you know them?" She asked, trying her best to sound gentle and soft. She might be rough and ready, but Shakune did not want to awaken grief in the hulking male if he had known the woman and child, even if he did appear to drop them like one pinches salt onto a hearty meal.

[Amora Jade]

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Shakune

Skills

• Observation +1

Lores

• Sunberth: There are very Few Kind People Here

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