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Post by Kyrie Devereux on Jul 3, 2013 9:43:11 GMT -5
She looked around the village. It was a horrid place. No one willing came to this place to live, it was filled with the no good lucks left in the world. The richest man only had three silver to his name. Bandits, starvation, plague – it was everywhere you looked. Kyrie hated this place. It had been her home since she was born, but she wanted much more than this life. But, some people were born lucky; some were born in luxury while she was born in the gutters. She turned and saw a few men eyeing her, but she walked away. Attention didn’t mean anything to her. She got it all the time. Men swooned over her, saying how they never had a better love, how beautiful she was, blah blah blah. She didn’t care. They were just empty words.
Kyrie slipped into a nearby bar. It wasn’t the nicest of places. Filled with crooks, you had to be pretty tough to stand it in there, but Kyrie was used to it. It didn’t bother her. She motioned for the bartender as she sat down at the edge of the table, picking up a glass of beer and letting it run down her throat. This was her life, turning tricks, and then drinking until she could hardly stand. What a pathetic life. Once she downed that one she looked at her empty class before she looked back up to the bartender.
"I need another one," she said in a demanding tone, as she slammed the empty cup down.
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Arya Sinclair
RIASGLACH
I have a thousand words to give, but only one heart...
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Post by Arya Sinclair on Jul 10, 2013 6:41:59 GMT -5
The soft squelch of mud as Arya roamed across the deserted swamps pierced the silence like a blade. With a rotting stick in one hand, she punctured the surface before her to make certain it was safe to walk on. She had no real use of it, she had made the journey more than enough times for her to be able to memorise a safe route but she never took the risk of going without a stick and never would if she could help it. From the grey bog that surrounded her to the grey skies it seemed that all of Riasglach had been drained of life as it had been drained of joy and hope. Arya oft wondered whether there had been a time when the land of Riasglach had been a prosperous and respected realm, but even if it had, that era must be too long ago for any mortal to remember as all traces of such a time were nowhere to be found. Perhaps it could be great once more. It was hard to see such a future when all Riasglach had to offer was plague, bog and misery, but Arya was certain that there was hope yet for the infamous realm.
She took a glance around her, to a stranger in these areas everything would've appeared the same and the people of Riasglach were not unfamiliar with tales of travellers who had attempted to cross the bogs but never made it out. Some said they claimed their own lives after realising there was no escape from the grey marsh, some say the land is cursed and will claim travellers who are not weary and others claimed they were taken by witches or outlaws. Arya didn't dismiss any of the tales she heard, she had been here long enough to know that not all was normal in these lands and that there was more to it than meets the eye. Something caught her eye and as she approached, sure enough she could make out the faint shadows of the small village. Arya's intended path didn't take her straight to the village but around to a small well that stood just outside the village. Upon reeling the pail back from the bottom of the well, Arya glanced at the water that had turned a murky green colour with bits of dirt and dead insects floating in the bucket. It certainly wasn't fit for drinking, but she guessed that many had been as desperate as to try and live off that and quite probably didn't survive. Fortunately, she didn't need the water to drink but to wash the thick grime off of her body. She and her followers covered themselves in the mud that the bogs were composed of and though the smell was horrendous at first though she had now desensitised to that and there was the awful feel of the mud clinging to your skin, but it disguised them perfectly for both their scents and camouflaged them perfectly and they had no need to worry about tracks as the swamps took care of that by themselves. The layer mud washed off after Arya scratched hard at it, and a small pool of filthy grey water formed at her hooves.
There were still parts of her stained with the mud as she entered the village, but she didn't particularly care. A centaur wasn't a common sight, and so Arya was certain they wouldn't pay attention to the mud staining her skin, that being a heavy indicator that she was a part of the outlaws, and a status as a pillager, thief and extremist doesn't always get you respect everywhere. Those words were only half of what she stood for, but she wasn't going to convince anyone here of that any time soon. The centaur was only here to be updated on news about the Kingdoms as well as to see if there were any supplies that would do her followers good but judging from the state of the inhabitants of the village, the latter seemed unlikely. She had to dip her head low as she pushed herself through the door which could barely fit her. Her job would've been much easier had she a human appearance but that wasn't something she could change. Upon entering she scanned for a quiet corner to reside in. She had better pray that none had heard too many tales of a centaur who leads attacks on unsuspecting villages, else it would be a small door to squeeze out of in a hurry.
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Post by Kyrie Devereux on Jul 10, 2013 11:46:24 GMT -5
The bartender was quick to obey Kyrie’s order and gave her another refill. Kyrie nodded her head and began to drink the beer again. Once she got so drunk, she didn’t have to think about the day’s events. Kyrie was accustomed to her work and actually embraced at some point. She hated the men that came into her chambers and tore at her like she was a piece of meat – but part of her loved the feeling of being touched, for a minute she was wanted for a minute she was loved – before it all ends and she sinks right back into the darkness. It was a love-hate relationship she had with it. But, there was no way out for her, this is the way her life was always going to be might as well as make the best of it. Kyrie began to hear whispers around her, but she didn’t pay attention to them, when suddenly someone grabbed her shoulder and she turned around to see a guy standing behind her.
“Hey pretty lady, how much?” He asked, stuffing a laugh. Kyrie raised her hand and slapped him, spitting on him. She wasn’t working. She hated to be bothered when she was off duty. Didn’t they know that? If they wanted her, they would have to sign up, sometimes it took several weeks for some men to see her; she never gave it away that easily when she wasn’t working. All she wanted to do was drink. She didn’t want to talk or mess with anybody. “Get out of here!” She hissed at him before turning back around. The man cursed at her and reared up to start something, before a few men pulled him back and told him to let it be. Kyrie ignored it all and downed 2 more drinks before she turned over and saw something at the corner of her eye. She was a little tipsy (it took a lot for her to actually get drunk)
No one was paying attention to who came through the doors, a fight had broken up in the corner and everyone was gathering around there. Taking her chance Kyrie made her way over to the centaur. This village was filled with the scum, and most of them were humans, not many other species were spotted here and although Kyrie had heard of them through stories, she had never seen one in real life. She wondered what he centaur was doing here? She remembered reading they were always ready for war, was she planning to attack? Kyrie slid over to her, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Miss centaur…surely there are better places to room than this place,” Kyrie said in a hushed tone, not wanting to draw attention, “this is a rough place, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into."
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Arya Sinclair
RIASGLACH
I have a thousand words to give, but only one heart...
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Post by Arya Sinclair on Jul 10, 2013 17:41:46 GMT -5
The repugnant smell of alcohol, dried sweat and heavens knows what else hit her almost immediately as she entered. She took in her surroundings which consisted of fights, wasted and desperate folk all of whom she guessed were hoping they might find that gold ticket out of here at the bottom of their glasses. In short; the same as anywhere in Riasglach. She glimpsed at the beginnings of a fight brewing in the corner and began to question whether this was a wise place to stay. She dared not go further until she was certain this was safe, that was the kind of person she was; never taking risks.
“Miss centaur…surely there are better places to room than this place, this is a rough place, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into." Arya looked down onto the woman, she was certainly fair of face to say the least and seemed a little tipsy. The woman spoke in a low voice. Was she afraid of being overheard? Arya was dutiful above all and she would not leave the village without no idea what was going on beyond the swampy forest which was her home. Of course, she could come back later but that would mean a whole change of plans which frustrated Arya. Then again, that voice of warning came back. Arya spared one glance at the door, her mind in conflict over what to do. Arya sighed slightly, now irked that she would have to go home empty-handed. Or maybe, with a spark of luck she might get what she needed from this woman.
"Your concern is much appreciated," Arya started, not sure as to how she could request for information without sounding blunt. Sugar-coating words was never a skill if hers "I was hoping to find someone who could tell me what is going on about Riasglach. If you're willing to share, we could continue this conversation outside and anything of value will be rewarded." Arya briefly flashed a leather pouch, containing what one would only guess to be some form of currency or something precious for trade, that was concealed beneath her own plain grey cloak. When it came to something of worth, the people of Riasglach were easily persuaded and that didn't exclude Arya either. Value was a word rarely used about the wastelands. Without waiting for one of the fighters to notice her, she shoved herself out of the door. It was a rather undignified gesture but she was used to it, humans rarely made their doors tall enough and wide enough to fit a centaur through. In her opinion, the entire process was embarrassing but she could only hold her head high and pretend that it didn't happen.
Arya stood outside the door and waited a while, seeing if the woman would actually come out. Half of her didn't expect her to, after all if she were human and an intruding centaur had asked for some information over what was going on, of course Arya would've turned her down. However, the other half of her that money was persuasive enough on it's own. It wind was sharp this morning and nipped at her exposed skin about her neck. She stamped her hind leg against the hard earth. Arya was a patient centaur but the eyes of passer-bys remained fixed on her, and not too many seemed thrilled to have a centaur roaming about their village. Hopefully, the woman would show soon. Then again; what good was hope in a place like this?
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Post by Kyrie Devereux on Jul 10, 2013 19:49:37 GMT -5
Kyrie wasn’t expecting that at all. She was trying to be somewhat decent (It was most likely the alcohol talking, because usually Kyrie was very sarcastic and short tempered). She just assumed she would be thanked or be bashed on for intruding, not offered money to offer information on Riasglach. Kyrie watched as she pulled out a small bag and quickly showed her what was inside. Money. Anyone in Riasglach was persuaded with that. It meant life or death to most people. How many times did she see people fight for a single bronze coin? Something that would hardly pay for their next meal. Kyrie was luckier than most. She made decent money, but most of it went right back to the brothel house. Kyrie did know some stuff about Riasglach, so was her thoughts right? Did this lady want to start a fight with the town? Or was there more? Kyrie couldn’t deny her curiosity.
“Very well, I will tell you what I know of this horrid place,” Kyrie said in an even tone as she crossed her hands together. She then watched as she made her way to the door, waiting to see if Kyrie would follow her. Kyrie looked around, before she made her way over to the door. Another good benefit about her trade was the fact that Kyrie didn’t have to pay the bartender anything – for he was one of her biggest clientele and she always gave him a little extra in order to pay for any booze she would drink. It might seem wrong to other people, but to Kyrie it was just how it was in this world. You did what you could in order to get what you want. You couldn’t be afraid to hurt other people, you only could watch out for number one. Kyrie quickly slipped out of the door and into the empty alleyway so they didn’t have to worry about people eavesdropping. She figured that whatever this lady wanted, it wasn’t something she wanted a bunch of people knowing. People might think she was crazy for going somewhere with a stranger, but around here, and being a prostitute, strangers were all you knew.
Kyrie stood there silent for a few seconds. Did the centaur only ask her because she spoke to her first? Or was she more comfortable around females? She didn’t know, but she did wander what she was doing here and what exactly was she planning. “So what are you doing here?” Kyrie asked her rather bluntly, not really caring it was none of her business. Kyrie was never one to think before she acted, even more so when she had 3 beers in her system. “And what do you want to know? Are you planning on attacking here? It’s not much of a place….it filled with scum and low-lives. Wouldn’t it be better to attack rich places?” Kyrie rambled on, before remaining silent so that she could let the other speak. This place was the lowest of the low. It wasn’t easy to get here or get out of this place. No one came here without a reason. No one intentionally wanted to live here. She couldn’t really think of someone that truly loved to being here, but once you were at the bottom, how could you escape?
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Arya Sinclair
RIASGLACH
I have a thousand words to give, but only one heart...
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Post by Arya Sinclair on Jul 11, 2013 4:50:30 GMT -5
Arya gave an ever so small smile as the woman walked out, relieved that she might take something of use back home. It was only then that she was very taken back when the woman was so direct, asking her questions instead. Though after going over it logically, Arya arrived at the conclusion that it was only natural to know someone's intentions before sharing information. So Arya waited patiently for the woman to finish her questions. Are you planning on attacking here? Those words stung slightly. What did she suspect? Did she have any clue who she was? Surely not, else she wouldn't have followed Arya out here or at the minimum confronted her about it. After all, being slightly intoxicated, the woman was very direct and Arya comforted herself in the fact that if she had indeed known, then she would've said something.
"I am but a traveller of the name Arya, I've set from my home in the Eastern Swamps and have made my way here" Arya raised her hands to assure the woman, and in truth she wasn't technically lying either; she had travelled far to get here and had no intention on attacking this place. As the woman had implied, attacking a place like this would get her nowhere except start a war within Riasglach and for a leader that dreamt of Riasglach as becoming a recognised realm; that wasn't the route she intended on going down. Besides, she had her eyes set on a much bigger prize. "All I wish to know is what news of outlaws before I set off again" She said and that was indeed what she had come to find out. Arya's group of outlaws were not the only people who had began to taken up arms to fight in what they believed in. And she needed to know where they were and what they were doing. In conflict, the power of information is often over-looked and in for Arya's mind to function, she needed all the information she could get over the matter in discussion.
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Post by Kyrie Devereux on Jul 11, 2013 13:06:15 GMT -5
“Oh?” Kyrie said in a disappointed tone as she crossed her arms. Seeing a centaur in a bar and being offered coins for information, Kyrie was hoping for a little more excitement. But, she was still curious why she needed that information anyway. Kyrie was a gossiper that was for sure and hanging at the tavern as much as she did, it was no wonder that she heard a lot of stuff and she had the information that this Arya was looking for. But, seeing how she was willing to pay her for this information, she should just somewhat decency. “The names Kyrie, I’ve lived here forever now and I know my way about, if I don’t have the exact information….trust me when I say I can get it for you,” with that she threw in a little wink. Men were scum. They were only after one thing. Offer them that and they will give you anything they want.
“The outlaws are mostly that were imprisoned here and want a way out. They are planning on taking on the border to try to escape. It hasn’t really gotten anywhere. It’s pretty much just words and no action,” Kyrie said, she remembered the nights the drunks would come in and rambles on how they were going to break Riasglach free and storm the other empires. Most would ignore them thinking they were saying that they were drunk, but over the past year or so there had been quite a few small groups made up – some have already attempted to leave this place, but were of course killed. “There has been a few groups that have teamed up, but it’s not a real order or anything. There of course several other outlaws that just like to cause trouble and steal from us that have nothing already.” She wasn’t sure exactly what kind of information that this woman was seeking. Than it dawned on her.
“You are an outlaw too aren’t you?” Kyrie asked her. “Is that why you want to know all this?”
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Arya Sinclair
RIASGLACH
I have a thousand words to give, but only one heart...
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Post by Arya Sinclair on Jul 11, 2013 18:39:13 GMT -5
Arya had been taking in the information attentively, she played with the idea of possible recruitment flickering through her mind. If she could offer them what they wanted, then maybe they would gladly join. Her plan had only one problem as far as she could see; who would listen to a bloody centaur, let alone a female one? The idea was worth a shot though, she might return with an extra pair of helping hands as well as some good news. And as far as Kyrie was going, it seemed that though there were other groups they were either annoying the rest of the population or doing nothing. That at least helped.
But then she just had to go and ruin it. Part of Arya had a rise of childish joy when recognised as an Outlaw, it made her feel powerful and dangerous. But that infantile emotion was all too easily repressed and with her face keeping a serious expression, not that it differed from that one look, her hand flashed to the hilt of a old sword she had found and her hand lingered menacingly about it. The sword itself had been found in the bogs and the blade was rusted and blunt. However sheathed, it still appeared to be a fine rapier and having had been thoroughly washed it looked as good as new. The trick usually worked well, she had never had need to draw it. At camp she had two frightenly big twin blades, but she wouldn't dare bring those into town. She had been surprised that thus far, the illusion had worked. Everyone judges everything by appearance sweetheart, she had been told by the person who had first brought her to reside with the outlaws. She remembered her arrival to the halls of shadows, where the thieves and outcasts would gather, where she had initially been required to wash dishes, cook food and other jobs as dull and trivial. If only Bryn could see her now, wouldn't he be taken back? Shaking her head, she snapped back to reality, now was not the time for reminiscing. Her tail instinctively swished in annoyance.
"And what if I am?" Arya's voice was a little more than quick glance about her to make sure that there weren't any unwanted spectators. Her eyes met a couple of curious strangers, but a threatena whisper and there was a venomous hint to her tone, giving a distinct warning that she shouldn't try anything smart or else. Arya risked a ing stare quickly sent them scurrying. Of nature, Arya wasn't one to provoke fights but she wasn't afraid to start one when it was necessary, and uncertain to what measures Kyrie might take Arya would not take this lightly. Should word spread of any form of information over her group that would cripple her band and the last thing Riasglach was sympathetic with was the weak.
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Post by Kyrie Devereux on Jul 11, 2013 21:10:43 GMT -5
“It wouldn’t matter to me, hun,” Kyrie said with a shrug of her shoulders. She wasn’t a tattle tale nor did she really care. She knew that the outlaws that were trying to take back Riasglach was going to fail. Kyrie had given up all hope that things would change. Life was unfair and no one cared about the citizens of Riasglach, not even the rebels and outlaws that said they stood against the world; they were only looking out for themselves. If it was between them or the ones they said they were fighting for, than every person here would be dead. So this person was part of the outlaws, probably wanting to either gather up the other groups or wanting to take them down, either way it wasn’t any of her business, despite her curiosity. Who was she to judge anyone? Kyrie was a mockery to most people. She was nothing but a common whore.
“I’m not sure what exactly what you’re looking for,” Kyrie went on, “but you better be careful. It’s not safe here and sorry to say, but you stick out like a sore thumb. It won’t be long before people notice you and start asking questions.” Kyrie noticed a few people who walked past already staring at Arya. Kyrie noticed the woman giving her dirty looks. It was something she was used too. She was known around this part of town. The men loved her and the woman hates her. She was immune to it. She didn’t need anyone. She turned back to Arya. “This place has gotten really bad lately….even more so since someone just died with the plague…” Kyrie shook her head – how long did they have before they died and were just tossed aside? No one was going to help them. No one cared about them.
((sorry about the short post! x.x))
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Arya Sinclair
RIASGLACH
I have a thousand words to give, but only one heart...
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Post by Arya Sinclair on Jul 23, 2013 4:01:45 GMT -5
Despite the serious note, there was an ever so slight tug at Arya's lips when Kyrie talked about her inability to blend into a background, a feature of hers that had been pointed out by her brothers-at-arms countless times. The comment was one she was certainly aware of, even as a relatively small and slight centaur she was far from a Queen of Shadows amongst a crowd of humans. "That's an aspect of mine that's often been remarked, if I had a choice I'd rather pick a more natural setting such as that of a forest." Her tone had soften slightly, which was as much emotion as one might get out of the stoic girl.
Arya listened to what Kyrie thought of her own village she looked down as Kyrie shook her head, an act in which no trace of hope for a better life or a better future could be found. And at that point Arya could relate to her and she could understand what goes on in the mind of someone who feels they have lost their free will, the centaur herself had spent her childhood believing she was nothing more than another body to work and die as was required. In Riasglach, it seemed that it wasn't only money that was a belonging found in possession of the very few people who prospered at the suffering of others, but also a sense of purpose was generally only found residing alongside those selfish pigs.
"Riasglach doesn't have much to offer to anyone no matter where you go in this forsaken place. That's what happens when you treat a population as though they were animals. The people live from day to day, with no greater purpose than survive to see another dawn. We are a broken realm, one where the joy and happiness has been drained and which is cursed with plague, famines and corruption. Running is not an option, the misery is inescapable..." Arya spoke quietly, not wanting to provoke the woman to anger by triggering one of her defence mechanisms. Despite he bleak outlook, all of which she had described was what she wanted to change in Riasglach, but explaining her ambitions to someone is a completely different matter and almost always her vision was spat back in her face. She was almost certain that this would be no different, but the least she could do was offer her the chance to give herself a purpose and to make a difference. "...A stand has been taken... And when the people unite they'll be hell to pay to all those who kept us down... All it takes to change the face of the world is a leap forwards." Arya finished quietly, carefully watching for Kyrie's reaction, thought Kyrie had made it quite clear that she wasn't interested in her business so Arya did not expect a positive result.
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Aug 8, 2013 23:05:25 GMT -5
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