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Aster realizes too late that she's not welcome in Ravok.

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

It Can Always Get Worse

Postby Asterope on June 27th, 2018, 12:50 am

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12th/Summer/518 AV

Aster had been moping around since she entered Ravok. Despite being in a new city with new opportunities, she'd gone straight to Tarsin's Boarding House, and holed herself up there. Ravok, while beautiful, didn't necessarily strike her as the sort of place she might want to reside permanently, so she was paying for her room by day.

She'd been advised to go to the citizen registration office if she planned on staying very long, but dismissed the suggestion since she had no idea yet. Aster sighed, lounging on her bed; it was perfectly positioned to receive sunlight from the window, but even so, it wasn't enough.

She was also beginning to go stir-crazy; paranoid as she was, Aster didn't think she could isolate herself for much longer. She realized as she pulled herself out of bed that she had yet to explore the city during the day; she'd really only left her room when her mortal form's need for food had forced her out.

Stripping out of her chemise, Aster pulled on her pants and shirt and threw her lighter cloak on over her shoulders; no matter the weather, she enjoyed the feeling of security it gave her. She pulled on her high boots, strapped her dagger to her belt, and pocketed her coin purse.

Her hand moved first to her neck, assuring herself Navi's tooth still hung at the hollow of her throat, and then to her pocket, where frustration and distaste curled her mouth into a sneer when she felt the maledicted bone in her pocket. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed it wasn't going anywhere.

Shaking her head, Asterope blew out a breath, scraping her loose waves into a messy bun before heading out the door.

She could feel that something was off the moment she stepped outside. Aster inhaled deeply as she stepped into the sunlight, Syna's rays dancing off the polished white of her horns, illuminating the occasional fleck of peach on their glassy surface.

A mother walking by with two children in tow gasped audibly, dragging them closer to her as she hurried past, glaring at Aster with cold eyes; if looks could kill, the Eth would be dead several times over.

The people around gave her a wide berth as she began to walk aimlessly; Aster squirmed nervously, her hands fluttering at her waist and tugging her cloak closer around her. Had she done something wrong? A man in a passing ravosola shouted something at her, but she didn't quite catch it.

Fear and uncertainty began to edge into Asterope's mind. What was happening? Just as the thought crossed her mind, Aster heard an angry shout from behind her. "Halt! Deplorable!" The pure anger and hatred in the voice made her skin crawl. Deplorable? Aster had no idea what that was.

She spun on her heel, wide golden eyes casting back and forth in confusion; several feet away, a uniformed man stood, pointing at her. He began to approach, and panic seized in Aster's throat. She saw a similarly uniformed man out of the corner of her eye heading towards her, and she turned and broke into a run.

The man behind her shouted, and the one nearing her lunged forward to grab her, but adrenaline was coursing hot and fast, pumping the blood in her veins; she ducked as she sprang forward, feeling fingertips graze the hem of her cloak. "Stop that deplorable!" One of the men roared behind her; she could hear footsteps pounding as they gave chase.

Ledger :
Common room at Tarsin's Boarding House (8 days): -5 GM, 6 SM

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It Can Always Get Worse

Postby Asterope on July 1st, 2018, 5:35 pm

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Aster ran as fast as she could, pushing herself forward, her arms pumping at her sides as she sprinted forward. Something whizzed past her, missing her by mere inches, and hit the ground with a dull thud; she risked a glance down as she sprinted past, and caught a glimpse of a crossbow bolt on the ground. They were shooting at her.

Panic seized the Eth as she realized that she had nowhere to run; a canal lay to the left of her, and a line of buildings to her right. Perhaps there would be a gap between them she could slip through, but she had a sinking feeling that the only thing that awaited her on the other side was more water. The city was a maze of dead-ends and canals; her only hope was finding a bridge to take her further into the buildings.

Even that hope seemed slim as another bolt whizzed by her; Aster ducked, swerving as she ran; she could hear them chasing her, gaining on her, yelling for reinforcements. Citizens moved out of her way as she sprinted, the guards hot on her heels.

A gap opened up to her right between the buildings; desperate, Asterope skidded, turning sharply on her heel and bolting for the narrow alley. Sure enough, she could see the glint of water from another canal on the other side of the buildings; was there even a walkway behind them?

It didn't matter. Aster cried out as something solid thudded into her left shoulder; pain exploded across her shoulder, radiating into her back and arm and sending her stumbling, dropping to her knees. She shuddered a breath out, gritting her teeth as tears of pain dripped from her eyes, her right hand moving up to feel the front of her left shoulder.

She didn't feel the bolt protruding through the front of the shoulder, which meant it hadn't pierced all the way through, which she knew was a good sign; it meant the bolt must have been fired from a fair distance, and it minimized the damage, but it still petching hurt. Black spots swam in her vision as she struggled to stand, then slid back down to her knees. She could hear the slowing approach of heavy footsteps, and she knew she'd lost. Warm liquid, what she knew was blood, dripped down her back.

"You bloody idiot," One of the guards swore, jerking Aster to her feet by her good arm, though it still caused her to cry out in pain. "We aren't supposed to kill them, they're wanted alive!"

"Well, I didn't kill her," The man who fired the bolt retorted. "I was aiming for her shoulder anyway."

"No, but who knows what kind of damage you did. Now we have to get this whore patched up before we can deliver her to the Institute." The two continued to argue, dragging Aster along slumped between them as they walked. The pain wasn't enough to black Aster out, but she almost wished it was. The Institute? What was that; where were they taking her, and why?

She supposed she would find out soon enough.

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It Can Always Get Worse

Postby Asterope on August 2nd, 2020, 3:47 am

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Here are your bright, shiny grades...
Enjoy!


Asterope

Skills

☀Running +2
☀Acrobatics +1


Lores

☀Aster: Not sure if she wants to stay in Ravok for long
☀Aster: Self-isolating in Ravok
☀Aster: Experienced hostility from Ravokians during the day
☀Aster: Considered a Deplorable in Ravok (Whatever that is)
☀Running: Escaping from someone trying to capture you
☀Ravok: A maze of canals and bridges
☀Acrobatics: Trying to evade being shot at
☀Lore of experiencing being shot by a crossbow
☀Ravok: Doesn't want to kill Deplorables, only capture them


Rewards & Penalties

☀- Ledger money and most possessions (captured as a slave)
☀+ Crossbow bolt injury to shoulder (healed by now)


Thank you for your patience! As always, please don't forget to delete or edit your grading request in the queue. Otherwise, if you have any questions or concerns about your grades, then just PM me and let me know!
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