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Running like mad

Postby Farren on July 8th, 2022, 3:59 pm

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2nd of Summer, 522 AV

No matter how hard she scrubbed, Farren still felt dirty. That place. It clung to her like a second skin, seeping into her pores and making her paranoid beyond measure. It had been so unexplainable lovely that place, a world that existed between doors. Where everything collided. There was no making sense of it. Couldn’t make sense of it. Didn’t want to think about it, but it was there… Always in the back of her mind. Giving her an itch she couldn’t scratch. Not if she wanted to survive.

Farren sighed and slid further in the wooden tub. The water had long since gone tepid, her skin wrinkly, but at least it gave her space to think. Though perhaps that was what her problem was. Too much thinking, not enough acting. They had sent her to that place, hadn’t they? Wanted her to discover it? She’d been pursuing this line of questioning for days upon days to know avail. When she’d returned from that place, whoever kept after the Overlook was gone leaving her to stumbles out of the nightmare on her own, and pick up the pieces along the way. Only she didn’t know how to put them back together. Her world was shattered. That world shouldn’t exist, and yet it did, and everyone just accepted it? How many knew about it? Why was a place like that allowed to simply exist? She had to know. She craved answers, but was coming up empty when she tried to think of whom she could ask.

Any she told were like as not to brand her a magic user which would be a death sentence, so she had to be careful. Had to be smart, and keep such observations to herself until she found the right person. But whom? Well the Night Eyes for a start. They were the ones who sent her on that petching mission in the first place after all. They must know about the… tha… the door. Petch even in her thoughts she had trouble thinking of that place. It made her skin crawl thinking about how foolishly she had blundered into that place. At first she needed a place to stay, and she’d been more afraid of the wolves than she thought she could be of anything else but then… in the morning well, it all came crystal clear what exactly had happened to her. She had stumbled into the home of some powerful mage, and it was by sheer luck that she managed to escape that place. But there were soo many people there. Were they all under the mage’s spell, trapped to trade and play music for eternity? It seemed like a community had developed there? Could it really be so ordinary?

Farren wished she had asked more questions while she had been there, or of the Overlook’s keeper. Perhaps she should have stayed, but she had been running on pure adrenaline that morning trying to get as far away from that place as possible. In the night it had given her hope, but in the day, thats when reality set in, and she knew she had to leave. Day had a knack for that, disabusing the illusions of the night for the brutal truth of the morning. Farren preferred it that way. She scratched her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she then sank beneath the water of the tub for a tick before coming back up for air. Then she got out and started to hastily dry off. Her problem wasn’t going to get any smaller by her continuing to sit in this tub, and she needed to do something before she went mad.

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Running like mad

Postby Farren on July 8th, 2022, 4:04 pm

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It didn’t take her long to slip into a red linen dress and undergarments that she hastily straightened before leaving her small apartment with her belongings in tow. She made sure to lock it carefully behind her. Not that it really much mattered for stopping a determined criminal, but it would be enough to give an orphan pause she supposed. Bag in tow, she headed for the river, determined to get a meal while she decided on this afternoon’s business. There she stood on the bank for several chimes while she waited for a Svefra to pass by. It usually didn’t take very long, but sometimes they got hung up on some part of the river for whatever reason. Farren decided not to get nervous about it, and instead fixed her gaze firmly across the river.

Just over the top of several squat buildings along the riverside she could see a slightly taller building that would be the first she would head towards. She knew the layout of the commons well enough to know that wasn’t no house which meant it was probably an establishment of some sort. Hopefully one she could eat at because her stomach was growling, and she couldn’t stomach any more of those dried rations some men were handing out a few days back as part of the season’s festivities. Summer. It was just starting and already she was beginning to hate it. She just had to grit her teeth and get through today, maybe find a few answers and everything would be as it was. She really just wanted to make sure she wasn’t cursed, tainted or marked for going into that place. The guilt was eating her up inside as she had slept in that place, eaten the food there, and didn’t that make her complicit in whatever magic was going on there?? Farren shook her head. She couldn’t think like that. She had to remain clear. Calm. Collected. She would never find her answers if she wasn’t.

A whistle broke her out of her contemplation as Farren looked up to see a casinor drifting slowly towards her, manned by three blue eyed men, one of which whom was looking directly at her. Farren gave a small wave and nodded. The casinor drifted closer until it was right alongside the bank, and they threw off a rope ladder for her to clamber up. Unfortunately, not close enough for her to not get her feet wet and muddy having to get ankle deep in the river muck to access it but the Svefra on board were accommodating. They gave her a bucket of water to wash of while they pushed off the shore to get to the other side. By the time the young blue eyed man she had seen early came over, her feet were clean and she hurriedly produced some food out of her bag to give to the man as a token of her appreciation. The Svefra crinkled his nose up at her offering and shook his head, suddenly smiling.

“I’m sorry, but we will not be taking your food today. My friend… well he try some and his stomach hurt very bad so… no more food, okay?” He asked in basic common with a significant accent to his words. Farren frowned slightly and looked through the rest of her belongings.

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Running like mad

Postby Farren on July 8th, 2022, 4:05 pm

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“I… I don’t have anything else. How much do you need.” Farren said, putting a little tremor in her voice while she watched him to gauge his reaction. The man’s smile perceptibly widened.

“Come on. Relax. You are a pretty lady. I am a handsome man, no?” He asked, then laughed at her surprise. “I will do this for a kiss, and then maybe, when you come back needing across the river, I can take you somewhere nice, yes?” The man’s smile showed too much of his teeth in her opinion, although she had to admit he took better care of them then most. It took a significant amount of effort for her to force a smile of her own as she met his gaze, and turned her look a shade more lavishous.

“Well… I don’t usually do this, but you’ve been really nice and oh! You must know these waters so well. Perhaps you could show me something I have never seen before.” She giggled, covering her mouth slightly as she let her eyes roam over his body for a moment. Like the rest of his crew, he seemed to be competing for dressing in the least clothes possible while still covering the important bits which was the only silver lining in this whole meeting. He did have a nice body she had to admit, but the thought of meeting him later made her feel a bit queasy in the stomach. These fish men all had that strange tattoo somewhere in the open on their flesh that she could have sworn was moving, but had to be some trick of the lines because who would wear something so openly magical in a place like this besides fish men. Still, she needed to keep in his good graces being on his vessel and all so she maintained her smile while her eyes avoided the wave tattoo that rippled on his shoulder.


“Right then.” He said, and abruptly leaned forward to cup the back of her head, kissing her roughly on the lips for several ticks until she finally managed to pull away. Out of breath and a little revolted, she covered her face in shock before finally she let her hands drop down to take a swat at him.

“That was a bit more than a kiss!” She protested, and chuckling the man backed away with his hands raised in surrender.

“I had to see if that red dress was real or not.” The man quipped before something another man said in that strange language of their drew his attention away from her, and onto the rigging. Farren’s mouth sat ad jar for several moments as she tried to interpret what he had said as either a compliment or insult, deciding it was somewhere in the middle as she finally managed to shut her mouth and look over to the other side of the river which was swiftly approaching. No sooner was the rope over the side then she was on her way down it, not even looking back as the man tried to say something before they parted ways. She wasn’t having any of it after he had tried what he did, and she hoped that she would not run into him when she needed passage back across the river. Maybe she’d walk down it a ways to make sure she didn’t, but she tossed out that ridiculous idea as she turned around a strip of housing to go up the lane towards where she had seen the top of that larger building.

On a sign hanging out front read the words ‘Pigs foot tavern’, the first good news she had received all day.

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