Winter 2, 515 – Underground (abandoned shack)
The first day of Winter had been a blur. Sayana had woken up alongside Nephti hardly feet away from the entrance of the Underground. All the Eypharian could remember was a sudden onset of darkness and she must have somehow gone unconscious at that point. Fortunately though, she hadn’t woken up in the clutches of the zith family. Instead, on that first day Sayana found herself scrambling around the Underground trying to keep out of sight yet also gather much needed supplies. She needed shelter, steady source of food, new weapons, new clothes, a means of staying hidden, potential ways to escape… The list was endless.
She first had to retrieve her money and important belongings from the Cubacious Inn. Luckily she still had the key to the room yet she was careful to only slip in when she knew it was empty. Tim might have still been there, and she didn’t want him getting mixed up in all her affairs. It wasn’t too hard to ‘steal back’ her belongings and then she proceeded to cautiously purchase various supplies and equipment. The Underground had a wealth of dubious people, though she visited the Bazaar just as often to obtain what she needed. Her best bet was to vary the places she went to, so as not to be too conspicuous buying such ‘shady’ products.
Unfortunately, she didn’t manage to find proper shelter for that night, and had to make do by sleeping in an alleyway hiding behind a series of abandoned crates. It was uncomfortable and damp but she blessed the gods and goddesses when she awoke without a blade thrust inside her.
On the morning of the 2nd, her primary goal was to find some sort of shelter. The Underground was a myriad of twisting turning streets and alleyways. It seemed darker than before, however, and there was a prickle on the back of her neck as if something was watching. Cursed zith… She felt safer with her new black robe but even in the shadows her gut twisted with anxiety wondering if the wretched creatures would track her down. Every now and then she’d hear an unexpected sound causing her to dart into an alcove of sorts and quickly motion Nephti to do the same. But so far none of the occurrences were bestial in nature.
At last she found a house of sorts that appeared run-down and quite possibly abandoned. But when she tried the door, it too was locked. Her mouth twitched in annoyance. The problem with Alvadas was everyone had these damned keys which meant locks on every door. Even in the Underground. But then she suddenly recalled one of her most recent purchases. Reaching into the pocket of her new black vest, she pulled out a couple of skeleton keys and a pair of lock picks. She first tried the keys but neither seemed to work. Then taking a deep breath, she tried her hand at the picks. It was fiddly work, and she dropped the picks more than once but after several chimes of wiggling and pressing, she managed to feel something move. Click.
Her heart leapt as she reached for the door knob and found she could open it. “Nephti, come inside. Quickly.” She spoke hurriedly with a gesture of her hand. The house or ‘shack’ was in disrepair and covered with dirt and dust. Clearly long abandoned. Yet there were two beds and some other pieces of worn furniture. “We’ll stay here for the next few days. I have a few more things to get. I want a new look. If nothing else, it might throw them off if they see me. And I want to get some things for you. Perhaps give the place a little sweep?”
The Eypharian left and returned in about a bell with several more supplies concealed on her figure or within her lower arms.
On one of the beat up tables she placed a basin of water, some lye soap, a small vial of maroon dye, some new Tarot cards, a black cloak and black dress, and a simple cosmetic kit. The dye she had made from her Azhiltu herb with the help of one of the cosmetic shop keepers at the bazaar.
“Nephti, the cards, cloak, dress and kit are for you. I thought it was about time.” Sayana spoke with a faint smile. “Now have you ever dyed someone’s hair? I think I have all the supplies.”
The first day of Winter had been a blur. Sayana had woken up alongside Nephti hardly feet away from the entrance of the Underground. All the Eypharian could remember was a sudden onset of darkness and she must have somehow gone unconscious at that point. Fortunately though, she hadn’t woken up in the clutches of the zith family. Instead, on that first day Sayana found herself scrambling around the Underground trying to keep out of sight yet also gather much needed supplies. She needed shelter, steady source of food, new weapons, new clothes, a means of staying hidden, potential ways to escape… The list was endless.
She first had to retrieve her money and important belongings from the Cubacious Inn. Luckily she still had the key to the room yet she was careful to only slip in when she knew it was empty. Tim might have still been there, and she didn’t want him getting mixed up in all her affairs. It wasn’t too hard to ‘steal back’ her belongings and then she proceeded to cautiously purchase various supplies and equipment. The Underground had a wealth of dubious people, though she visited the Bazaar just as often to obtain what she needed. Her best bet was to vary the places she went to, so as not to be too conspicuous buying such ‘shady’ products.
Unfortunately, she didn’t manage to find proper shelter for that night, and had to make do by sleeping in an alleyway hiding behind a series of abandoned crates. It was uncomfortable and damp but she blessed the gods and goddesses when she awoke without a blade thrust inside her.
On the morning of the 2nd, her primary goal was to find some sort of shelter. The Underground was a myriad of twisting turning streets and alleyways. It seemed darker than before, however, and there was a prickle on the back of her neck as if something was watching. Cursed zith… She felt safer with her new black robe but even in the shadows her gut twisted with anxiety wondering if the wretched creatures would track her down. Every now and then she’d hear an unexpected sound causing her to dart into an alcove of sorts and quickly motion Nephti to do the same. But so far none of the occurrences were bestial in nature.
At last she found a house of sorts that appeared run-down and quite possibly abandoned. But when she tried the door, it too was locked. Her mouth twitched in annoyance. The problem with Alvadas was everyone had these damned keys which meant locks on every door. Even in the Underground. But then she suddenly recalled one of her most recent purchases. Reaching into the pocket of her new black vest, she pulled out a couple of skeleton keys and a pair of lock picks. She first tried the keys but neither seemed to work. Then taking a deep breath, she tried her hand at the picks. It was fiddly work, and she dropped the picks more than once but after several chimes of wiggling and pressing, she managed to feel something move. Click.
Her heart leapt as she reached for the door knob and found she could open it. “Nephti, come inside. Quickly.” She spoke hurriedly with a gesture of her hand. The house or ‘shack’ was in disrepair and covered with dirt and dust. Clearly long abandoned. Yet there were two beds and some other pieces of worn furniture. “We’ll stay here for the next few days. I have a few more things to get. I want a new look. If nothing else, it might throw them off if they see me. And I want to get some things for you. Perhaps give the place a little sweep?”
The Eypharian left and returned in about a bell with several more supplies concealed on her figure or within her lower arms.
On one of the beat up tables she placed a basin of water, some lye soap, a small vial of maroon dye, some new Tarot cards, a black cloak and black dress, and a simple cosmetic kit. The dye she had made from her Azhiltu herb with the help of one of the cosmetic shop keepers at the bazaar.
“Nephti, the cards, cloak, dress and kit are for you. I thought it was about time.” Sayana spoke with a faint smile. “Now have you ever dyed someone’s hair? I think I have all the supplies.”
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