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Trailing the Red
-Part One-
The front door to the company building slammed shut with the mutter made into linkpearl’s channel. “I’m takin’ off fer a few weeks.†the highlander stated in a solemn tone, words as clipped as the steps that took her from the building. Tugging the fabric of her tunic down over hidden blades, the worn leather satchel at her side rustled in the background for the draw of leather strap over slender shoulder. “I’ll send you Redwall’s head.â€
“You’ll get yourself killed Odet–†the pearl clicked off before the garlean could finish his words. Long russet lashes drew shut for several long beats as the siren stood her ground upon the front porch and exhaled a slow lungful of breath that billowed outward in the coolness of eve. “You will replace me.†came the unheard utterance from the woman’s lips as her hand pulled away from the pearl and dragged down the contours of her freckled features. Simple truth.
With ocean hues peeking out from parting lids anew, scarred digits tugged the leather gloves from belt’s hugged embrace of a taut, tapered waist to wriggle them over the threaded maps of her slender knuckles. Footsteps marking the woman’s departure from the premises one cobblestone at a time, there remained only one thing that mattered: the task at hand. This would be her last hurrah for Ebonbrand, lest the company’s Spymistress live through the ordeal and go through with intended resignation. Course set and final thoughts on the matter pertaining the absence of their excitable trademaster, the highlander set off for Thanalan.
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Target Identified as: Redwall. Midlander Hyur. Male. Void-Touched(?).
Hair: Mid-length, Raven. Complexion: Pale. Eye Colour: Green. Build: Stocky.
Last Known Location: The Outer Ruins of Qarn, Thanalan.
An abomination of speed and strength enhanced by energies of the void would not be an easy target to track, despite the man’s flair for the poetic and tendency for the elaborate. As an instigator within the realms of child-trafficking, the slaver’s fate had been sealed from first moments regardless of whatever anonymous ‘tip’ had brought it about. Yet Redwall’s abilities had been underestimated countless times before, the madman breaking from capture to infect several she knew with a sickness.
Regardless, for all his power - retained or not with the Ahriman’s expiration, he was still a man and men left their mark on the work around them as reliably as any other mammal. An imprint on parchment, a loose thread upon linen’s edge; eating, sleeping, defecating, sweating, even breathing… each one the tangible strand of a larger web. Those whom knew what they sought, looked hard enough and managed combination of knowledge and training, found their efforts rewarded more often than not.
So it was that the careful track of information, the scraps of pinpointed disturbances and the sightings of a man fitting description given drew the vixen away from the ruins where the midlander had last been sighted and onto dirt trail, leaving behind the red dust of Thanalan’s deserts for the transition into the groaning, living depths of Gridania’s forests. It would only be a matter of time until she had found her mark.
“You’ll get yourself killed Odet–†the pearl clicked off before the garlean could finish his words. Long russet lashes drew shut for several long beats as the siren stood her ground upon the front porch and exhaled a slow lungful of breath that billowed outward in the coolness of eve. “You will replace me.†came the unheard utterance from the woman’s lips as her hand pulled away from the pearl and dragged down the contours of her freckled features. Simple truth.
With ocean hues peeking out from parting lids anew, scarred digits tugged the leather gloves from belt’s hugged embrace of a taut, tapered waist to wriggle them over the threaded maps of her slender knuckles. Footsteps marking the woman’s departure from the premises one cobblestone at a time, there remained only one thing that mattered: the task at hand. This would be her last hurrah for Ebonbrand, lest the company’s Spymistress live through the ordeal and go through with intended resignation. Course set and final thoughts on the matter pertaining the absence of their excitable trademaster, the highlander set off for Thanalan.
Hair: Mid-length, Raven. Complexion: Pale. Eye Colour: Green. Build: Stocky.
Last Known Location: The Outer Ruins of Qarn, Thanalan.
An abomination of speed and strength enhanced by energies of the void would not be an easy target to track, despite the man’s flair for the poetic and tendency for the elaborate. As an instigator within the realms of child-trafficking, the slaver’s fate had been sealed from first moments regardless of whatever anonymous ‘tip’ had brought it about. Yet Redwall’s abilities had been underestimated countless times before, the madman breaking from capture to infect several she knew with a sickness.
Regardless, for all his power - retained or not with the Ahriman’s expiration, he was still a man and men left their mark on the work around them as reliably as any other mammal. An imprint on parchment, a loose thread upon linen’s edge; eating, sleeping, defecating, sweating, even breathing… each one the tangible strand of a larger web. Those whom knew what they sought, looked hard enough and managed combination of knowledge and training, found their efforts rewarded more often than not.
So it was that the careful track of information, the scraps of pinpointed disturbances and the sightings of a man fitting description given drew the vixen away from the ruins where the midlander had last been sighted and onto dirt trail, leaving behind the red dust of Thanalan’s deserts for the transition into the groaning, living depths of Gridania’s forests. It would only be a matter of time until she had found her mark.
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"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
