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Post by kelantar on May 18, 2019 22:55:34 GMT
Kel'antar runs into them.
Kel'antar then casts Radiance of Dawn. Constitution Save vs DC 13. lu_kVGh32d10+3 [It's actually +2, not +3]
Guard#1 1d20+3 Guard#2 1d20+3 Guard#3 1d20+3 Guard#4 1d20+3 Uryon 1d20+4
Guard#1 Attack on Kel 1d20+5 Guard#3 Attack on Kel 1d20+5 Uryon Attack on Kel #1 (Disadvantage: Warding flare) 1d20+6 1d20+6 Uryon Attack on Kel #2 1d20+5
Seeing that many people huddled together made Kel'antar think of something. It was exactly the kind of situation he had been speaking of before, the thing they should be wary about. Could Kara take on those many people? Sure, he had seen her get ready before and kill them, but these half-orcs were tough, and fast, even if they weren't trained they were tough and would be upon them in but the link of an eye and then, Kara would not be able to kill them all. Not before they killed her and possibly him. So he thought about something, about risks. Should Kara fall, then he was sure to follow. But if he could buy at least one chance for Kara then that would be worth it, even if he was risking his life, this was different than with the whole deal with the magical safebox, specially with the entrance right away. He was wounded and any other wound would probably send him back into the realm of unconciousness, but he wouldn't get another chance like this. His reflexes propelled him forward towards the guards faster than they could achieve the orders Uryon has set for them and headed towards Kara; he stopped right in front of the group. An odd thing. An unexpected thin; the elf running straight for them instead of away from them.
He pulled that strange amulet he carried with himself, and shouted a word that was muffled over by the light that came into being and blinded them briefly, seething their skins, and searing their flesh from within making them squeal, and shriek in pain. One of then was burnt to a crisp and fell to the ground, dead, once the light was gone they deemed him exactly like what he was: A threat. And they all attacked him. He could see the first blade going down towards him but with a flick of his hand he casted a light on to the man's face making him blind for the briefest of seconds just in time to move out of the attack's reach but as he was doing so one blow struck him in the back and sent him forward, almost struggling to catch his footing before another blow struck him again this time from someone else, and then, unconciousness finally claimed him as he fell to the ground.
And that had been the only gift, perhaps the only parting gift he had been able to leave Kara. A chance. Nothing more. The faintest of chances for them both.2d10+3·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+4·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d20+5
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Post by kelantar on May 18, 2019 23:10:43 GMT
Damage from guard #3 lZsa_IoL1d12+3 Damage from Uryon attack #2 1d12+41d12+3·1d12+4
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Post by moralhazard on May 18, 2019 23:23:59 GMT
HP: 25/55
Bonus action: Kara enters rage Reckless attack Glaive attack 1 against guard 3: xV_|ejy41d20+6 or 1d20+6Damage: 1d10+5Glaive attack 2 against guard 1: 1d20+6 or 1d20+6Damage: 1d10+5
And there he was.
Uryon – with five guards. Kara gritted her teeth, her hands tight on her glaive. She hadn’t known what to expect, seeing him again. She certainly hadn’t expected – fear.
Fear.
The last time they had fought, he had slashed her in half like she was nothing, picked her and up and slammed her into the bar, as effortlessly as if she was the weakling so many believed her to be. He, more than anything, had nearly driven her from Waterdeep. And now, here she was, facing him, bloody from half a dozen wounds, and he was laughing. Why wouldn’t he laugh?
Kara hesitated. She hesitated, a moment too long. There were too many of them – she was already so injured – she would die here, at his hands. Perhaps the not-elf could see the fear in her, because he didn’t do the smart thing – he didn’t stay and hide where he could be safe, where she could try to protect him. He ran forward, charging straight into the center of the attackers, and burst into light. Kara saw one of the guards drop, and then – the other four were on him.
Kara didn’t know – she couldn’t tell – was it Uryon or the guard who had struck the final blow? The not-elf crumpled and fell, and Kara burst into fury.
No more fear, no more hesitation. Her weakness had cost the not-elf too much already. If there was any chance he was still alive – any chance at all –
And if there wasn’t, Kara thought coolly, in her last moments of rational consciousness, then she would survive to bring him back.
Kara charged forward across the square. She threw her entire body into her first strike, a brutal blow that opened his chest and dropped him to the ground from the edge of her range. She turned and slashed at a second of the guards, but the blow went wide. Kara pulled back, retreating back ten feet to pull them away from the not-elf's body and force them to close to her. She could at least keep them away from him, now. 1d20+6·1d20+6·1d10+5·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d10+5
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Post by kelantar on May 18, 2019 23:29:07 GMT
Death saving throw U86V|Wb01d20
Uryon Attack #1 against Kara 1d20+6 damage 1d12+4
Uryon Attack #2 against Kara 1d20+6 damage 1d12+4
Guard#1 1d20+5 damage 1d12+3
Guard#4 1d20+5 1d20+5 damage 1d12+3
With Kara now upon them one of their fellow guards, with it's flesh seared by the elf's attacks was quick to fall as she closed in using the distance to her advantage. Uryon saw it happening and he was first to run towards Kara waving his axe around, making himself an excelent target for her reach, however the lenght of her weapon could not really pierce his armor or find an empty spot in between the plates at that distance, and with that amount of frantic movement and it sharply glanced to the side with an awful scrapping sound as Uryon closed in. Following him were the rest of the guards, the half-orc squad of brutes he had assembled and all of them without a single moment of hesitation swarmed the smaller woman expecting her to go down fast, seeing her wounds all over her body. Amidst the rain of blows that followed Kara managed to turn most of those from things that would have been devastating blows into glancing ones, adding further cuts to her skin but none of those axe waving brutes really did manage to get such a solid hit on her that would make her reel from the damage or from the pain. It was a frightening thing. Uryon however did not care for that, and he did not feel any kind of fear at all.
He was in control after all, he had seen those kind of people time and time again, people that didn't learn their palce and then came to him to be killed. It was the natural way of the world, and it was why the woman would die here and to the nine hells with Ajisha's preferences! They wouldn't even had gone through all the trouble that they had should he had listened to him in the first place, but she never did, trying to fancy herself an astute mind. Yes, the woman could be clever from time to time and did manage to keep the ear of those in the higher ups but she had no idea how to run a street operation and keep the grunts in line. She didn't have it in her to know which people were problem from the rabble and which people were not. But he was about to fix that, like he always did.1d20·1d20+6·1d12+4·1d20+6·1d12+4·1d20+5·1d12+3·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d12+3
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Post by moralhazard on May 18, 2019 23:31:41 GMT
Glaive attack of opportunity against Uryon: 6sVgJlvf1d20+6 If successful, damage: 1d10+5 If successful, movement drops to 01d20+6·1d10+5
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Post by moralhazard on May 18, 2019 23:41:27 GMT
HP: 11/55 Glaive attack 1 against guard 1: ADpyp|K51d20+6 or 1d20+6If successful, damage: 1d10+5Butt of the weapon attack against guard 4: 1d20+6 or 1d20+6If successful, damage: 1d10+5Shove (Athletics) check against Uryon: 1d20+6 or 1d20+6
Kara slashed at Uryon as he closed and missed; then he and the other two guards were on top of her. He slammed his axe into her, cutting her open again once, twice; one of the other guards hit her as well, although the other missed. Kara gritted blood-stained teeth, grabbing a hold of her glaive. She targeted the two guards first; one she slashed open, dropping him, and the second she hit with the butt of her glaive, finishing what the not-elf had started.
Kara spat a mouthful of bloody mucus to the side and charged Uryon, shoving at him, but her hands were slick with blood and she fumbled. He didn't so much as move, looking down at her, as solid as a mountain.
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Post by kelantar on May 18, 2019 23:51:52 GMT
Uryon Athletics check LqLCrc1a1d20+4
Saving throw 1d20
Uryon attack #1: Grapple 1d20+4
Uryon attack #2: Come on and slam, and welcome to the jam 1d20+4 or 1d20+4
1d4+4
In the blink of an eye two more of the guards were dead, weakened by the elf's strange magic they were easy prey for her halberd to find, but that was her mistake disregarding him for them. The orog's ugly face frowned watching the men groan and fall, squealing as they did so and then moved forwards towards the woman reaching over her with one of those brutish hands of his grabbing her by the chest and then by her face shaking her to the left and right before springing her up from the floor shaking him in the air as she tossed and twisted about and sought to brought her down against the rocks, to kill her as he always would have. What could he say for himself, he liked things well done and also had a penchant for poetics execution, maybe in the next life the girl would have a better mind to take care of herself and not commit stupidity. However, and as the blood was spilling all over her body from the many cuts and in an ironic twist, Kara found it easier to find her footing then, using arms, legs, and prevent him from smashing her against the rocks, leaving her face to face with him, so close.
And from that close distance she would be able to see the small gaps in his armor, into those interlocked plates built in a brutish fashion that lacked any subtlety or real beauty to it, as if it had simply been sewn on together using a chain instead of a needle and thread, the way it clattered about when he moved, the way it needlessly bulked outwards. And yet no one could deny it's effectiveness... Until now; near the joints, but not only there but also in the places where the plate was weak she would be able to see chinks in the armor, parts of it that had been beaten down and time again in battles and had up to that point appearently been neglected. She would find it easier then to strike at those parts as soon as she got a moment to swing her blade.
Uryon ignored this, because the woman was not a threat. He had already smashed her against a counter and would do so again but this time against the rocks, and this time, for good. Nonetheless, in the battle of speed that followed Kara proved to be the faster one this time, and she quickly gained the upper hand and as Uryon tired of the girl's game was reading his own gigantic axe to take care of her, Kara's blade reached Uryon's body faster and sank into those places were the plate was weak, into those places were the chinks were made, where the metal was weak, and broke them, and pierced them, and sank into his flesh making him grit his teeth to the point where it bled but that pain only seemed to fuel his rage as his tiny eyes focused on her, as he growled and spit and salive came out at her alongide the foul smell like the breath of a beast, but yet Kara kept her onslaught as he raised his axe and with one final blow from her no doubt pouring all of her into it she managed to kill him. Fiercely, decisively, his black blood now staining Kara's own weapon as with an angry, yet exhausted groan, his lifeless body fell forward making so much noise and shaking the ground that it would have been most likely impossible for it to have gone unnoticed.1d20+4·1d20·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d4+4
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Post by moralhazard on May 18, 2019 23:56:51 GMT
Kara resist the grapple: geYiGMmn1d20+6 or 1d20+61d20+6·1d20+6
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Post by moralhazard on May 19, 2019 0:02:55 GMT
HP: 11/55
Reckless attack Glaive attack 1: DFuaGI601d20+6 or 1d20+6 If successful, damage: 1d10+5 Glaive attack 2: 1d20+6 or 1d20+6 If successful, damage: 1d10+5 Butt of the weapon attack: 1d20+6 or 1d20+6 If successful, damage: 1d4+5
Uryon reached for her again; in a moment of horrific familiarity, enough to penetrate even Kara’s battle focus, his massive hand closed around her. He slammed her down towards the ground; Kara shifted, and used the butt of her glaive to keep herself from hitting, just barely holding herself off of the ground with all her strength.
Kara slid her hands down the glaive, gripping it close to the blade, and used it almost like a dagger, stabbed it twice into the sensitive places between his armor with all her strength. Even the shaft of the weapon she managed to jerk up against him, forcefully slamming it against him. She would not give up - and if he was going to take her down again, he would do it bleeding. 1d20+6·1d20+6·1d10+5·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d10+5·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d4+5
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Post by moralhazard on May 19, 2019 0:11:59 GMT
But it wasn’t the same. Not this time.
Uryon’s body wracked beneath her – he twisted – and the overconfidence orc-kin dropped. Kara pulled her hand loose from him, watching him collapse to the stones beneath her. She didn’t hesitate, this time; she brought the glaive to his throat and slashed it, opening it wide and letting him bleed out even faster.
Kara turned, walking back past the corpses to kneel next to the not-elf, glaive gripped in one hand still. There was no blood in his gashes; Kara hadn’t thought there would be. Was there a chance – any chance – he was still alive? She didn’t know how to tell with whatever he was, but she would do her best nonetheless, checking him over.
Medicine check: xV_|ejy41d20 1d20
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Post by kelantar on May 19, 2019 19:11:14 GMT
As the life escaped Uryon and she finally struck the last blow the front yard of the great house Kara had found herself in grew silent, outside the sounds of the city could be heard in the distance though right now they sounded like a distant memory. The wind howled carrying with it the distinct smell of the sea breeze, now only stained by the metallic stench of the blood spilled, some of which had managed to pool over in the floor until it was now too staining the elf. After she crouched in front of him and started to check for life signs Kara would realise that the blood was not his; as she had seen before as strange as it was to behold there was no reason to believe the elf had any blood to begin with. He just simply wasn't bleeding from his wounds. However, he wasn't breathing now. But had he been breathing before? He certainly had been at least when he had been talking, but other than that there were no signs of life from him. No twitches, no pulse, no air going in or out of his lungs for the time being. His body was still warm to the touch however, but that might just be due to the blood and the blows having been delivered not too much time before.
There were two wounds on his back, made with the great axes both seemed rather severe... But the usual stream of blood and other fluids was missing. It was as if he wasn't really a living thing but something else. However had he not been talking and moving earlier? And certainly he did perform magic for her, and in his last moments. Most likely what was in front of her right now was the either unconcious or dead body of the elf. Certainly if he was alive, or if he could tell Kara something from the great beyond it would be something like "please don't eat my gems".
His last words from earlier wouldn't be too hard to recall either. Blackstaff tower. A place where wizards gathered. Perhaps they had something to do with his particular condition. In front of her the black barred gate was closed, and stood up to an impressive nearly fourteen feet tall, and it had one set of locks, and one big contraption to the side with a system of pulleys and levers that was connected to multiple metallic bars, horizontal to the door right in the middle. It looked sophisticated, but it had a lock as well. And, unlike anything else it seemed to be... actually open, judging by how the entire thing seemed to be pulled against the sides of the door and was not in the middle of it. What was it's purpose or why was it there remained anyone's guess.
As the rage subsided, Kara was now in front of what looked to be the main door. The question about what to do next fell entirely on her.
Maybe those were really all the guards that were in Ajisha's place, but was she really in any conditions to take that chance? What if she was wrong? She would then die down there for sure, that was if she didn't get captured or worse now that she had taken Uryon out and what also seemed to be like the newest batch of recruits around. If she judged it by the sheer size of the estate, then perhaps it would stand to reason that there must be, at least, a handful of other guards around but how many more could there be realistically if that were the case? Questions. And that was not accounting for Ajisha herself, little to nothing was known about the woman herself since she always acted through her minions as of late but it was rare that someone could bring herself to power and not have at least, at the very least, some kind of personal power to herself, otherwise wouldn't she have been at the mercy of Uryon and not the other way around? That was one possibility, but however, on the other hand it was also possible that her position was merely a station in and of itself, not unlike that of a nobleman, except that in this case of the underworld and the crime syndicates of Waterdeep. If that were the case then she would barely be able to pick up a dagger in self defense, let alone a sword, and even the weakest of the guards she had faced so far would have been a bigger challenge than her.
Without the aid of her rage, any further blow could prove fatal and anyone who said that escaping those dungeons had been easy would be out of their minds. It hadn't been easy, it had been earned; as evidenced by the many wounds across her body that even though they were not bleeding as much as those of the fallen orcs still remained in place, aching and reminding her of her own mortality just like the body of the fallen elf in front of her. And if she was captured again, perhaps next time she wouldn't find herself in the company of someone that was appearently, an accomplished thief and could open the locks and the gates of the dungeon cells for her, or even, unguarded for a limited time as they had been then when she was tossed in.
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Post by moralhazard on May 19, 2019 19:42:53 GMT
Unconscious or dead? Kara couldn’t tell much about the not-elf’s body, but - she owed him, her life at the least, and likely her freedom as well. Kara might still be stuck in that cell if not for the not-elf. Even if, perhaps, her skills had kept him alive this long, Kara was fully aware that she would likely have lost the fight if not for his sacrifice. Even with it, she nearly had; her wounds ached and pulled at her, and Kara doubted she had any battle focus left in her, let alone enough energy for another fight.
It was an easy decision. She had done what she could against Ajisha for today; better to leave and regroup, and perhaps to try again. She had never intended to take Ajisha down; it was only luck and happenstance that had landed her inside the fortress to begin with. Putting her life on the line for a cause she believed in was one thing, and Kara wouldn’t shy from it. Willfully throwing it away was another entirely, and not one that Helm approved of.
Kara picked up the not-elf’s body, carrying her glaive in one arm and the not-elf over her shoulder, and approached the gate. The mechanism was a mystery to her; it was too tall to climb easily, and she had misgivings about trying to chuck the not-elf over it, even if she thought he was almost certainly already dead.
There seemed to be two locks; one a regular one, and one an enormous contraption pulled off to the side. Kara scowled at the lock in the center; she made a few attempts with the keys they had collected this far, but – no luck.
Uryon, however – he was important to Ajisha. Kara thought it possible. She left the not-elf propped against the gate, and limped back to Uryon, kneeling to investigate his corpse.
Investigation: BlzsTAjH1d201d20
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Post by kelantar on May 19, 2019 20:12:13 GMT
The not elf was, perhaps not so surprisingly considering he did resemble an elf after all, not really that heavy to carry for her, while hoisting the body upwards it followed suit without any problems. There was no blood leaking from him on top of her, so at least her attire wouldn't get even more dirty than it already was from all the blood spilled on her both her's and her enemies, making it hard to really assess, at least from another person's point of view, just how wounded she was. From certain points of view it would look as if someone had decided to drop a bucketful of blood on top of her and has just barely missed her but for an inch. The not elf did not protest when he was put against the door, no breath came out of his lips and yet he did not possess the rigor mortis that eventually would begin to assail the corpses of most humanoids as warmth left their bodies and they froze in place. What a strange thing that was, Kel'antar would have thought should he be still alive. Kara was right in her hunch that perhaps Uryon was carrying a set of keys; he was. The keys were crude things, big, made of iron, with an interesting shape at the end but nonetheless big and clunky things. He had it close to his body by his hip, just underneat the armor where it clicked against something that helped it keep in place. With one strong pull she would be able to set it free, the sound of that metallic circle scraping against metal and flesh sounding fiercely and briefly in the air. It had three keys on it, and as it was usually the way with keys none possessed any indication as to what they were for.
One she would realise as she tried them one by one was, indeed for the door. It was not the only key in sight though, one of the orcs also had one key tied to a strap by his waist, seemingly they would pass each other the keys whenever they had a guard shift, and the same thing must have happened downstairs into the dungeons; there was one shift for the prison where they first had been in, another shift for the deposit and barracks, and another set for the entrance, each with it's own set of keys for the different locks in the area. Uryon had three, so it stood to reason that if one was for the gate then perhaps the other two were for similarly important things, it might be a good idea to keep that around just in case... At least if Ajisha decided that it wasn't worth changing the locks after finding ninety percent of her guards dead and her keys stolen. If she was anything like most people perhaps she would have problems sleeping from that moment on and decided to relocate cities, but what was she like, really?
The lock received the key with a strong sound as it echoed through the internal mechanism and it required a surprising amount of force to spin, luckily the "handle" of the key was big enough that it could be used with two hands if it need be, a strange thing for a key. As she unlocked it she would be able to hear the inner mechanism, a big metallic thing make a sound "clunk" and several metallic spikes keeping the thing in place would retract. The door was meant to be opened inwards. Outside of the gates there was a poor neighborhood that bid Kara welcome. There wasn't a single soul in the streets nearby and the buildings to both sides were abandoned, long since empty, at least for years by the looks of it. They were also tall; at least two stories tall, the houses, built on top of each other with mostly wooden frames. There was even, up ahead, a wooden bridge connecting two houses, in the second floor, for whatever reason. The closest life sign was at least two hundred meters away from her, around six hundred feet, and it was the sound of Waterdhavian people talking and going about their daily businesses. It seemed like whatever group Ajisha ran, they had their own territory and this was it. People not in her group wanted to steer clear of it, and as any criminal would have it, it was a lawless place.
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Post by moralhazard on May 19, 2019 20:31:46 GMT
Kara took the keys from Uryon, and then wiped her glaive as clean as she could manage on his clothing in a final farewell. She unlocked the gates, glad to see one of the keys worked.
Next, Kara hoisted the not-elf over her shoulder and carried him out through the unlocked gates. She took the keys with her, but she did close the gates behind her, and would lock them from the outside if she could. Then Kara kept walking, putting a street between herself and the gates, before she set the not-elf down with a quiet grunt. Every inch of her body seemed to hurt, but she could keep moving. Later, she’d sleep, Kara promised herself.
Kara started by unwinding the remaining wrappings from her arms; she used them to bind up the blade of the glaive, hiding some of the blood and keeping her from violating Waterdeep’s rules on bared weapons. Next, she took the gems that the not-elf had stashed about his person, transferring them to the pockets of her own tunic; it weighed her down a bit, but hopefully there was no more combat coming, and that wouldn’t be such a problem anymore. The last of the straps she used to rig up a makeshift holder, attaching the glaive to her back to free up her arms.
Then, slowly and carefully, Kara scooped up the not elf. She began to walk, not quickly but steadily, across the city, making for Blackstaff Tower. She was too tired to figure out what to say when she got there, and she didn’t know what the not-elf would have wanted her to anyway – only that he had asked her to take his body there.
Step by step, Kara walked, utterly focused on her goal. Get the not-elf to Blackstaff tower; revive him there if they could. Then – then she would decide what to do next.
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Post by kelantar on May 23, 2019 3:18:05 GMT
Faeren was surprised to see Kara in her present condition, and carrying an unknown body. More so, was surprised to even hear about the elf being asked to be delivered to the Blackstaff tower upon his demise. He chugged it to the fact that maybe he knew someone in the tower personally, but once she got a closer look and noticed that the blood on him, and the blood on Kara was not his' that called to her attention. The man possessed no blood, and in spite of his wounds he was not breathing. His flesh did not seem like normal flesh. A group of apprentices came to help her at her request, and the thanked Kara for bringing him there, though neither did she have any idea, yet, as for the nature of the request and she was forthcoming about that with Kara. Why did she stand to gain by lying, after all? Should Kara be willing to answer some questions, Faeren would try to inquire as much as possible regarding the elf, and then, herself as she was as much a mistery as the corpse she had brought in. Nonetheless, she wouldn't pressure Kara about it, and then the woman would make for her leave she wouldn't be stopped. Politeness was one thing she had learned, and patience, being an elf, had been the first.
Her master perhaps would know more about the subject and be more informed about the thing they had just received, just as she seemed to be informed about every relevant person in the city of Waterdeep. There would be no payment however as there was no reward for a dead elf, only a shower of curiosity and maybe a word that she'd be informed about what exactly did she had between her hands all up until that point, but only if she made a case about demanding to be told such a thing. Faeren would ask if she was alright, seeing her wounds, but wouldn't force it upon her to receive healing; nor she'd offer any if her injuries were not life-threatening; it was not her domain after all. With that Blackstaff tower would undoubtedly turn into another memory soon, leaving Kara now free of all burdens and with a new treasure on her "pockets", and also, stomach.
Everywhere else in the city life continued without so much as a care for the entire ordeal both beings had gone through just to keep living another day in their lives or in the case of Kara, maybe make the city a better place to live in. If it was either revenge or principle only she would be able to answer that question, the shadow of Ajisha still loomed over even if now she had been dealt what seemed to be like a crippling blow. The following days, maybe months, would reveal just how effective what they had done would be. Maybe as a former member of the city watch some of them would be inclined to tell Kara about the things they had heard on that front.
At the tavern that had started the whole issue, the hafling woman known as Iara had gone at least one week without seeing proper sleep, worries had a way of gnawing at a woman's soul and in this case it had begun to show in her face. Without enough money to pay Ajisha's goons she had been forced into taking a loan from disreputable fellows and so now she was indebted to them and could no longer see an exit to the situation she had gotten herself into. It was like a tunnel that kept on growing larger by the day, she was already beginning to think that that debt would just keep on growing and growing until it'd become a rather literal shackle to her ankles other than a figurative one, if it didn't end somehow worse. People kept asking her how she was and she'd give them the same answer she had been given them for all her life. "Fine". It was a pretty lie, but as of late, pretty lies seemed to be all she had.
Whenever Sofia seemed to keep things in check and there were not that many customers she would begin to slowly drift into a state of semi-conciousness, with her head on her hands, elbows on the counter. Not entirely asleep, but not entirely awake either, just concious enough to be aware of any sudden noise that could sparkle once again that fear of violence, because she had to be ready to stop it from happening again. When had things gotten so much out of hand, she asked herself as the sounds of the tavern became white noise on a background dictated by her thoughts, given form as she slowly began to fall asleep. She thought she could heard the pattern people made when they spoke out all at once, the pattern Sofia made when she moved about and carried the orders from the kitchen. Or maybe it was simply her body telling her how much she needed to sleep.
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