○ Common ○ Rakahi ○ Pailtic ○ Hussian ○
14th Trial of Cylus, Arc 718
Golden eyes slid open to a dark room covered with shadow and blackness while the embers of a dying fire glowed from a ways beyond her bed. She’d awoken from a light sleep, something rather odd as she normally didn’t sleep lightly and didn’t wake up unless something was amidst. Had there been a fight in the tavern again? Freya would need to speak to the innkeeper about his less than appropriate clientèle.
Sitting up in bed, thin fingers slid over the curve of her face as she sighed into the palm of her hand. It would be hard to get back to sleep now that she was awake. She’d had another dream of Wendell, one where she’d been staring at him in the crow’s nest from below, on the deck. The sun had hit him in just the right way as it set on the horizon. He’d looked down at her, thinking, then a small smile crept onto those pillow lips just before he vanished into nothing.
She’d missed him. At times like this, he would have known how to make her sleep, whether by wrapping her up in arms or a quick tussel in the sheets.
But Freya was alone now… without a boat, a crew, a lover. It seemed like every time she fought with Wendell, things would spiral into oblivion till there was nothing left of the other. Was that what happened now? Was he lost on her?
Letting out a half choked sob, Freya let tears fall quickly down the angles of her cheeks, dripping onto the sheets. She didn’t try to stop them as she wallowed in her misery, feeling each wave as a single, different thought rode upon its crest. As much as she’d like to place blame in him, and while he wasn’t completely innocent in this either, it was a shattering realization that Freya had driven them apart all because she’d pressed on the idea of marriage. The wolf he was snapped at the mention of the word, as if it was blasphemy just to even speak it. Was he so scared? Did he not love her?
She let another raspy cry past gritted teeth, her eyes squeezed shut until an odd sound in her room halted her breakdown midway. Lifting her head up from her palm, Freya looked around the darkness in an attempt to identify what it was she heard. The noise had to have been from the hall…
Pupils adjusting, grabbing for light, she noticed there was a part of the room that was covered in thicker shadows than the rest and as she stared, Freya noticed a silhouette was moving from it.
Stiffening, Freya wiped her eyes, having not heard them move and yet, the body was there, avoiding the light of the embers while keeping to the corner of the room, watching her… The biqaj sniffled, pretending to sink back into her depression as she laid back down on the bed and clung to her pillow. Was it good enough? Did they know she’d seen them?
Her question was soon answered as the blade under her pillow was caught in her grasp just before hands wrapped around her feet, attempting to yank her off the bed.
“Sard off, foulborn!” Freya cursed, swinging the blade towards the body. It must have hit something because a voice answered her with a thick, scalvorian male accent. He’d released her feet, her body sliding onto the floor as Freya made an effort to bounce back up and swing again.
His accented voice cursed at her in another language, the sound of feet thudded against the floor as she was tackled back against the wall. Freya had been attacked in a dark room once before and while she may not have had an advantage now, she still had her dagger.
“I know what you’ve done.” He almost growled in her ear. “You will know justice for your crimes.”
“If you know what I’ve done, then you know who I am.” Freya gritted out, her hand pushing the dagger towards his neck while the thick fingers wrapped around her wrist pushed it back. “And… you know I’ll kill you for this.”
She let out a cry as she dropped the dagger and swung her face in to headbutt him in the temple. Both of them became dazed, though Freya fought through it to fling him off and feel around for the dagger. Once she got ahold of it, her flimsy feet scrambled for the door, only to be knocked into the table in her room. The sound of wood breaking over her body echoed throughout the room as big hands wrapped around her neck, a body sitting over top hers.
“Quit fighting! Stop it!” He whispered to her harshly. “I will hurt you if I must!”
“I.. will hurt you!” Freya retorted, kicking at the ground as she screamed out, only to have a hand pressed over her mouth, muffling the sound.
Bounty Information
Location: Throughout Scalvoris (mostly Scalvoris Town)
Details: Following the capture and violent hanging of the serial killer, Skinny Jim, a small group of vigilantes start to bring "criminals" to justice. They do this by tying up the culprits, all of whom have been branded on the face, and leaving them outside the Element Hall in either Scalvoris Town or Almund. These vigilantes have a very loose definition of "criminal" though, and many of their victims are innocent citizens.
OOC Requirements/Notes: From Zi'da 80th onward. Requires multiple threads
Hazard Level: High
Timeframe: Ongoing
Pay/ Reward: 150gn for information leading to capture, 250gn for capture.
Additional Info: PM Peg for information before starting this ~ thanks!
Details: Following the capture and violent hanging of the serial killer, Skinny Jim, a small group of vigilantes start to bring "criminals" to justice. They do this by tying up the culprits, all of whom have been branded on the face, and leaving them outside the Element Hall in either Scalvoris Town or Almund. These vigilantes have a very loose definition of "criminal" though, and many of their victims are innocent citizens.
OOC Requirements/Notes: From Zi'da 80th onward. Requires multiple threads
Hazard Level: High
Timeframe: Ongoing
Pay/ Reward: 150gn for information leading to capture, 250gn for capture.
Additional Info: PM Peg for information before starting this ~ thanks!