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Underestimated Value (Asterope)

Postby Kynier on November 16th, 2018, 3:13 am

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72nd of Fall, 518 A.V. 11th Bell


For some time, it had been nagging at him. The strange words that he could not understand yet was able to recognize. Had it only occurred once he would have been able to let it pass as a curiosity that never got answered. However, it had occurred a few times this Fall. Discovering books so old that they had been written in the ancient language. Kynier’s understanding of the language was only a single step above the average laymen. The teachings that he had received from Glyphing gave him a little insight but not enough to formulate or decipher Nader-canoch in its written form.

The mage was walking through Baroque Bay; dressed in a dark sapphire cotton shirt with his dark green vest overtop. The hood of his black Mohair wool cloak was pulled over his head to keep the drizzling rain out of his eyes. Concealed beneath the cloak were his two cold iron short swords, each possessing their own magical effects. At his back was a dagger strapped to his belt, as well as an assassin’s dagger tucked into the side of his dark high boot. He was walking with a purpose through the puddle laden streets towards the Library in Stumble Alley. Eye fixated on the path before him.

As he approached the border between Baroque Bay and Stumble Alley, two men stepped into the street to stand in front of the mage. Kynier stopped and flicked his eyes between the two of them. Neither were familiar faces, nor did they look friendly. Beneath his cloak, he rested his hands on the hilts of his weapons. For the two men had blocked his path very deliberately. When they procured their daggers in a menacing manner, Kynier was not surprised in the least. In fact, he was amused. It had been some time since random thugs had attempted to rob him at knife-point.

“Hand over your silver and gold, and everyone gets to walk away.” One of them said with a gruff voice. Kynier started to chuckle slightly. “What’s so funny?” one of the thugs demanded. After a moment, Kynier’s mirth faded enough to speak.

“Do I really look like ‘gold on legs’ to you fellas?” He allowed the question to linger in the mist filled air. “If so, I apologize for being so misleading,” Kynier’s voice took on a hard edge as he finished speaking. He drew both of his cold iron blades at once. One foot stepped forward and the same arm held out the short sword, while the other hovered in front of his chest to let the other blade tilt over the bicep of the forward arm as a guard. “Walk away now,” he growled, “and everyone will get to walk away.”

The two men exchanged a glance. Both their eyes were wide as the realization of their mistake became apparent. Kynier walked alone but was not as helpless as he sometimes appeared to be. The two men turned and started to run. The mage shook his head as he watched the two of them flee. After returning the weapons back to their sheaths, he started on his way again. Kynier hoped that would be the last occurrence of that for a long while. He looked himself over once, curious if his attire indicated that he may be worth the trouble of stealing from. None of his clothes were opulent, nor were they made from very fine material, except for the cloak of course.

Perhaps the two men were simply desperate and chose the first individual they saw. And that they hoped that being outnumbered would have scared him into submitting his gold. Unfortunately, most of the fights he had been in where when he was outnumbered, or simply faced a more capable adversary. The mage was thankful that for once, the fight had been avoided. Unlike before, there were things that he sought to get done and found himself with less and less time to try and accomplish them. It led him to pick his battles more carefully, because recovering from one had become more of an inconvenience than anything else.

Weaving through the labyrinth of streets and alleys, Kynier found himself at the Library, just across the street from the not easy to notice entrance to his employer’s “shop”. Kynier stepped inside and lowered the hood of his cloak. As always, it was very quiet at the Library. Most of Sunberth underestimated the value of an education and focused more on the ability to fight each other. The mage did not frequent the Library often because it was smaller than those he had seen in other cities. The books were of limited selection. But despite that, it was the only place he was likely to find what it was that he was looking for.

Kynier started wandering round the Library and examining the spines of the books on the shelves. While he was still not entirely familiar with the building’s organization of their books, it felt easier than roaming around trying to find Remmy. There were times that he never saw her at all in the library after spending what must have been bells looking for her. As easy as it would have been to just shout her name throughout the quiet structure, it would have been inappropriate and unwelcomed. There was a peace and stillness in the Library that the mage had not really found anywhere else in the city. And that was something he did not want to disturb. So, he quietly roamed around, searching for something to help him understand the ancient tongue better.



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Underestimated Value (Asterope)

Postby Asterope on December 1st, 2018, 3:20 am

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Finding the library had been a fluke. Allowed some free time to familiarize herself with the city, Aster had simply taken to walking the streets, trying her best not to look lost despite the fact that she had no idea where she was; Alard seemed intent on having her prove that she could survive without his presence, which was fair enough, really. She'd been trying to avoid alleys and side-streets to the best of her ability, knowing she was more vulnerable there, away from the gazes of most people.

However, something had possessed her to duck into the slightly wider mouth of the alley that appeared on her right as she walked away from the river. While the buildings were still run-down, most of them appeared to be in use. She could see the silhouette of two men near the end of the alley, talking in hushed but still audible voices. Warning bells went off in her head, and before they could notice her, Aster glanced around and slipped through the nearest door.

She was stunned to find herself in a library; it was run-down and dirty, and rather sparse, but still a library. Aster hadn't considered that a city such as Sunberth would even have a library; from what she'd seen so far, she didn't imagine most of the population valued books very much.

A woman was standing by a bookcase near the door, and looked up when Aster entered. "Can I help you?" She asked, arching a brow.

"Oh, no. I'm just looking, thank you," Aster smiled hesitantly; the woman must have been the librarian, then.

"Well, feel free. Copying anything will cost you." The woman said, turning back to the bookcase, muttering something under her breath as she squinted at the spines of the books before hurrying off to disappear among maze of bookcases.

"No worries there," Aster murmured, with a quiet sigh, before walking further into the library. She browsed through the various books, pleasantly surprised to find a semblance of organization; it didn't take her too long to find the few books in what seemed to be the 'medical' section.

Pulling one of them off the shelf at random, Aster sat down at a rickety table and began to leaf through the book, which was entitled 'Plants Around Sunberth'. It was written in scrawling, looped handwriting in point form, a simple list of herbs.

Well, she supposed it could be good to know what was in the area; with that in mind, Asterope began reading through the list. There didn't seem to be any order to it in particular.

'Hommos: Shrub-like with tall blue flowers. Used to make a tea, can help with stomach pains. Used in a hot bath, can help with body aches.'

As she was reading, Aster heard the door to the library open again. Peering up, she tilted her head, listening to footsteps walk over the creaking floorboards before a man came into view. Blinking in surprise, Aster quickly dropped her head back to her book, not wanting to be caught staring; but she was curious about who was bothering with the library. Was it one of the thugs from the end of the alley? Had they noticed her after all?

Nervousness spiked through Aster as she realized she was very much alone within the library, as the man perused a bookshelf nearby. Aster let out a sigh of frustration as she continued searching the book she was reading; she would have preferred something with sketches, something easier to remember since she couldn't copy down any of the information.

Tightening her lips into a thin line, Aster shut the book and stood, returning to the small selection of medicine and herbal books; it wasn't far from the stranger, so Aster peered at him out of the corner of her eyes as she returned the book and browsed through some of the other options.

He was taller than her, with dark hair and eyes and an intense expression. Still wary of being caught staring, Aster averted her gaze again, instead trying to catch a look at the books he was perusing, but it was difficult to see the titles. Pulling another book at random, Aster flipped it open, thumbing through the pages; this one seemed to be a diary of sorts detailing the patients that the author had treated.

That was interesting; reaching up idly to tug at the collar around her neck, Aster skimmed the pages, trying to determine if it was reading the book more in-depth, tuning out the man beside her as she bent her head, golden gaze focused on the pages. A few stray strands of auburn hair fell loose from where they were secured atop her head, catching on her golden horns and framing her face.

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Underestimated Value (Asterope)

Postby Kynier on December 7th, 2018, 12:28 am

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The book he was glancing over indicated he was in the wrong part of the library to conduct his search. If there was any sort of organization at all to the collection surrounding him, Kynier did not suspect to find anything language related next to the medicinal section. Yet, before he moved on, he glanced to the side. The sense of paranoia was alerting him that he was being watched. There was a woman close by with her eyes fixated on an open book. For a moment his eye lingered on her, caught by the golden horns that curled away from her temples.

An Ethaefel?

It was a race that he had heard about but never had encountered. The only reason he was able to remember them was because they were an immortal race, or so he had heard. Other significant details of the Ethaefel were escaping his mind. Some significance was applied to their horns, but what that was he just could not remember. His eyes did wander and noted the Sun’s Birth brand on her hand. The scarred flesh had not paled, nor was it a fresh pink burn. Kynier turned his eyes away and pretended to browse the shelves before him.

The woman was thin and not dressed like a Dragoon. Did she have an association or alliance with the gang then? After a moment he felt as though he was being stared at again and returned his gaze back to the woman. She reached up and adjusted the collar that was bound around her neck. The woman wasn’t a Dragoon, an associate, and certainly wouldn’t consider the Sun’s Birth an ally. She was a slave. Pity and anger rumbled around his chest in equal proportions. His brow furrowed together as he stepped around to the other side of the bookshelf, setting it between him and the auburn haired Ethaefel.

Slavery in general was something that he despised. The concept of placing monetary value on another sentient’s life. But seeing the woman with the Sun’s Birth brand, made it seem all the worse. Something about Sunberth and the Sun’s Birth had a way of making slavery even more despicable. Kynier glanced around the library as he took a few steps. There was no one else that he could see or hear. So, she was probably out on her own. Typical Sun’s Birth. While many people took a slave to have them work incredibly hard for durations people generally would not work, the thugs of Sun’s Birth seemed to prefer to take slaves as trophies. The more exotic, the more status their ownership seemed to implicate.

Kynier set a hand on a shelf. His fingers strummed against the wood in an excruciatingly slow rhythm as he thought about it. Words that his wife had told him echoed in his mind. So many times, he had grown distracted from what he had originally come to Sunberth to do. For a few years, nothing was done because he felt he didn’t know enough about the political landscape and had to struggle to make do on his own. Now, he was situated, had a fair understanding of how things operated between the gangs. The grand scale was what he wanted to affect. Though it was hard to say how one could accomplish that. Perhaps the answer was to start with something small.

To help just one person.

After his chime or two of consideration, he stepped around the bookshelf again to approach the Ethaefel. Kynier kept his distance to greater than arm’s length. “Hello,” he said quietly to announce his presence to her. His eyes feel on the book she had in her hands. From his viewpoint, Kynier could not distinguish what it was that she was reading. Anxiety began to gnaw at his nerves. He didn’t know what it was he could say to a complete stranger to indicate his intention to help them. If he were to say it outright, they might consider him mad. What was he to do then? Start small… make conversation. Learn about her. “Are you looking for anything specific?”
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