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The Hunt for Silver (Richard)

Postby Kaie on July 18th, 2015, 4:46 am

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5th of Summer, 515 A.V.

A hatchet had struck wood. A war had been declared. A hunt had begun. Once pacing without direction upon the deck of the very ship she returned upon, the mysterious character leaving literal messages in blood had finally caught the scent of her quarry. One death had led to another, and though it seemed there was always another trail to follow, the Tigress could feel everything coming together. That, or it was all about to come apart. Keeping her true identity and her presence low-key had been pretty much impossible. No matter where she went, sooner or later she'd run into a familiar face she'd all but have to hide from. The Scars had been vanquished from Sunberth two seasons ago, but the tales of their ranks and exaggerations of their magic-users and "crimes" were very much alive in the tavern tales.

The story of the Myrian in their league always perished the same each time she overheard a drunk playing storyteller of the day the mob chased them bloody to their ship. Each time the bloodthirsty savage was slain by the barbarian horde. Some swore her companions abandoned her to die on that dock, to buy them time with her own life while they got the ship moving to escape. In others, it was a last stand that characterized the fearless man-eater's courage and loyalty. The rape and mutilation of her body usually followed in either version, and no matter how intoxicated Kaie managed to find herself, the visions of Zedra's face never left her when she heard such stories. The twist of guilt in her chest was sharper than any dagger that had pierced her skin. The burn of hatred that heated her fists and clouded her head, was hotter than the burn of any fire that warmed her.

The tavern-goer at the Drunken Fish was the first to die in her vendetta, slain by the surviving Scars' Myrian with none other than Zedra's cleaver. His information had been invaluable, and the name Tua Scully was the first to haunt her thoughts and dreams until she found the Establishment crier. He'd been the one that had called Sunberth's angry mob into the streets in search of her allies with murderous intentions. Before long the Tigress had trapped him between her claws, too. Then she was given another name, the alias of another responsible for her wounds and the death of her racial sister on that bloody day two seasons ago: Mr. Silver. At first she doubted his existence. A generic identity like his had almost left Tua Scully beaten brutally to death until his blubbering pleads finally convinced her otherwise. Alas, she'd scored the intelligence she'd come for. Now she just had to find the bastard.

Days passed and no side conversation at any tavern had given her any leads as to where to find the mysterious stranger. Not even pacing through dangerous Daggerhand territory yielded her any results, and her time wandering through the Dragoons' haunt prior never acquainted them. Thus, she was back to square one: back to the seaside. Bladed boots walked at a leisurely pace down the street that bordered the bay. Her affinity for returning to the vicinity in which her "family's" blood was spilled at the docks was morbidly ironic. Even she could admit that. Yet there she was, prowling the Seaside Market with her cloak tied firmly about her and hood thrown up to conceal her foreign features. There was no method to her madness this time. Her walk was more likened to a pace. As determined and focused as she was, Kaie had no plan and no direction. Her ears and eyes were peeled, and the Myrian prayed to none but Myri that that would be enough to reward her with some sort of advantage in finding her target.
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The Hunt for Silver (Richard)

Postby Richard Blow on July 19th, 2015, 10:09 am

"Really? Tavish accepted a name like that?" Richard said incredulously as he stared at the crinkled list in his hand.
"He was never one to ask many questions." replied the sullen ghost hovering just over his shoulder and the reason he could walk without looking ahead at all times. She was waifish, with short curly hair that was likely blonde in life and a simple low-cut dress. There was a black cut across her throat. "It would have saved us both a lot of trouble if he did, I'm sure." she said irritably.

"Yeah, probably." the Spiritist said somberly. Due to Tavish's negligence, he was forced to play hitman for this and four other ghosts who had died under his "employment." He didn't mind terribly, having recently found a very physically capable business partner, and the pay and service were both good, but work was slow. Thaloyss was busy digesting an elk, which left the Spiritist with his "client" doing scouting work. After a tick, Richard twisted around and beamed at her. "Don't you fret, Diamond. We'll find this 'Mr. Silver' and wreck his-"

The detective was cut off by the impact of a fleshy body. In his surprise, he dropped the all-important list of Tavish's clients of four months past. He immediately dove for the document, bracing himself with the cloaked figure he unceremoniously bumped into, snatching it up before it hit the damp ground. Admittedly, he was taller than his brace, and while rather scrawny, potentially heavier, but that list was important.
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The Hunt for Silver (Richard)

Postby Kaie on July 30th, 2015, 3:18 am

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Find him. You have to find him! her mind tortured her relentlessly, command seeming so much simpler than the task was turning out to be. She never expected any of this to be easy. Honestly, she didn't expect to come out of it alive. Yet she paced onward anyways like a distressed animal in a cage without a way of escape. The Myrian truly was trapped. The walls of her prison existed only within her psyche. Heavy bars were smithed in the fires of vulnerability and shut with a lock of shame. An open wound upon her pride seared upon the flesh of her soul, one that could only be healed with the suture of redemption. One way or another, the restless Tigress would break free. Shackles would be shed. It would all begin with Mr. Silver's demise. Blood must have blood. If only he hadn't turned out to be such a gods damned elusive bastard!

Just when her desperation had her feeling like she could jump right out of her skin, and take off in search of new hunting ground, a body smashed rather recklessly into hers. Shoulders bumped abruptly. An irritated hiss escaped her lungs, hands coming up in an instinctual, combative flinch that had formed a defensive guard. Lips gave a feral curl. Fists clenched. Her right arm tensed as if about to act upon the indiscretion of her accidental attacker...and then the woman paused.
"What did you just say?" Tight eyes blinked incredulously. Get your shyke together, Myrian. You're desperate. You're picking up things you want to hear. Despite the rational explanation for the coincidence that her own logic conjured up, the savage found herself making no moves of retaliation when the stranger dove after some strange artifact. Instead she straightened up and did her best to look less threatening. Reluctantly, her hands sluggishly dropped back toward her sides. Her gaze, however, never lost its vigilance.

"You said a name. What was it?" The shadow of her cloak hood probably shielded the hungry look in her amber eyes, but there would be no hiding the firmness in her voice that expected a very straight answer. So locked onto the man Kaie was that she hardly managed to acknowledge the ghostly woman hovering nearby with no more than a glance.
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