The Death Of Raelin Mag Oydth
Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:00 am
The Death of Raelin Mag Oydth
"I will never leave your side, my love."
The words rang in the young red-head's ears as her eyes came into focus – they were her words, words containing the final promise to her love. As she looked about the dark room, studying it's contents for a second time, she realized that she would never be the side of her love again.
***
“Yesss, Shar'valek could use the pretty lady'sss enchantmentsss, yesss he could.” As the short yuan-ti pureblood standing before Raelin dragged on all of his “S” sounds with an excessive hissing noise, a vein began to pulse right above the two eyes narrowed in on the poor fool. The hissing was annoying, yes, and normally Raelin would never stand for such “foolishness”; but the berk was a customer, the only thing in the world Raelin was polite to.
Raelin reached up to rub her forehead before letting out a long, drown-out sigh. “So... let me get this straight; you're wanting a fifth-tier armor enchant but the only things you're able to trade me are a pouch of two hundred jink and your creepy...” Raelin looked down at the creature between her feet and shuttered a bit before continuing. “...slimy, pet snake?”
The pureblood rubbed his hands together anxiously while grinning up at Raelin. “Sssnake issssss universssssssally apprisssssiated by”- Raelin facepalmed right before cutting the slow-talking hisser off with an agitated outburst. “Oh come now, 'appreciated' doesn't even have an 'S' in it!” She slowly slid her hand off of her face in a slightly embarrassed manner before reforming her feigned, polite smile. “Y-You were saying?”
“Shar'valek thinks lady is rude.”
Normally Raelin would yell at the customer in an agitated rage, he would yell back, then a few spells would be slung here and there before a Harmonium guard came to kindly escort Raelin away – but the bubbly goodness she still felt from the night before had given Raelin a completely different outlook: she felt like being kind. “Normally I would charge a large sum for this, but I'm feeling generous today – how about a fourth tier inste” - but right as Raelin pulled her poorly-organized recipe book out of her bag of holding, a small hang had reached in to snatch the bag out of her hands. The berk was fast, as by the time it took Raelin to look up, only the back of the pureblood's head could be seen as he pushed his way through the crowded Bazaar.
“You foolish little thief, I was practically giving that enchant away!” Raelin quickly turned her head to analyze what options she had: she could pray that the tiny little Harmonium guard to her left would come to his senses and stop day-dreaming, she could call out to the berk and exclaim that she had taken the snake he left behind as a hostage, or she could blindly chase after the pureblood without thinking; she decided to do the latter.
Raelin darted out of her merchant stand, covering a considerable distance considering the black dress she was wearing. A few “oofs”, “ughs”, and even a “Hey, watch it!” was heard as Raelin shoved away every cager foolish enough to stand in her way. Yes, there were a few intimidating, heavily armored lads that that she simply ran around - but for the most part, Raelin left an agitated line of fallen cagers in her wake.
As Raelin turned around the corner and heard some new cager trying to argue with Toby for the umpteenth zillion time, she caught a glimpse of the pureblood closing the hatch to UnderSigil – but Raelin, being Raelin, didn't think things through and just rushed in after him. A few metallic clanking noises were heard as she opened the hatch to make her way down the ladder and, after a few really boring details, she found herself in UnderSigil.
Raelin's shoes became wet as her feet made contact with the sullied ground. She looked around the room, now a red hue from the light glowing off of Zadara's necklace, and soon found the cause: she had stepped in blood. She looked to her left and saw the pureblood screaming, or at least he appeared to be: no actual screams could be heard. An obsidian-black sword was retracted from the man's stomach as various liquids spilled out onto the ground. Raelin looked into his eyes: he was shocked. I mean, sure, no berk walks into a room expecting to get a sword through his stomach – but that wasn't the case. The pureblood didn't appear to be all too shocked at his wound, as his eyes weren't looking down at it: from what his eyes were directed at, he appeared to more shocked at who stabbed him, as if he had been betrayed.
After the man let go of the pureblood's body it fell limply to the ground. He began to walk toward Raelin now and, as he did, she got a good glimpse of him: he was fully clad in gray armor from head to toe. It had a few faded, golden designs here and there with a few lighter gray ones, but what really stood out was his helmet: it was the same design of a Harmonium guard, it just appeared to match this man's color scheme.
After Raelin quickly glanced over the man's armor her instincts kicked into action: she began to make all the appropriate gestures and say all the appropriate words to a spell – but no words were heard. More importantly, no spell came out! It finally hit Raelin: she was standing in a silenced zone and she knew no silenced spells. Shadows began to wrap around her body, twisting and contouring to hide her from sight – but he just continued to walk toward her, his helmet fixated right upon her. She moved a little to the side, but his sight moved with her. She tried it again – but all she got was a simple repeat. As he continued to approach her she just stood there, dumbfounded. It appeared there was nothing Raelin could do – so that is exactly what she did: nothing. The obsidian blade came down at a sixty degree angle right into the trapezius muscle near her left shoulder – the force of the blow sent Raelin flying down to the ground, along with a few tasty chunks of flesh. Right after her eyes turned up to see the boot staring down at her face her body became limp, unconscious.
"I will never leave your side, my love."
The words rang in the young red-head's ears as her eyes came into focus – they were her words, words containing the final promise to her love. As she looked about the dark room, studying it's contents for a second time, she realized that she would never be the side of her love again.
Raelin found herself in a pool of blood – not just her blood, but the blood of her former customer as well. Horror overcame the woman as she peered up to look at the remnants of her shoulder: most of it was gone now, leaving little more than pain behind. She tried moving a little but what was left of her hands was shackled - further resistance seemed futile.
Her gaze now turned to the man standing beside her - he was kneeling next to her, showing off the two bags that contained most of Raelin's material possessions: her essences, her gems, her wares, and her jink. “Now dun tink I 'old a grudge against ya, lass: ya just 'appen to 'ave sometin I want... and I just 'appen ta know 'ow ta get it from ya.” He chuckled lightly to himself, as if amused by some sort of grim joke. “Now, I know what ye tinkin: 'Why go through all dis trouble iffin all I wants is ye jink?' Ting is, lass... I know 'ow ye get: tinks you'll be aftah me iffin left alive, ya?” The red-head just stared at him blankly: only one thing was going through her mind at this point. “Wat, ye givin' me the silent treatment now?” He leaned in closer to Raelin and chuckled lightly. “And 'ere I thought ya 'ad enough o' that already.” Raelin looked down at the necklace around her neck before finally addressing the man. “Do I – Do I get a last request?”
“Wot, ye wantin ta speak wit me supervisah? Dun worry, lass: I am the supervisah!” Raelin ignored the man's chuckle as her eyes fixated upon the necklace: it was the one Zadara had given to her, and right now she was all Raelin could think about.
“Now dun worry your pretty little 'ead, lass: I'll make dis quick. Ye life may be endin' but dat just marks ta end o' the first act: ta real show has only just begun.” The man fixated his boot upon the woman's head, positioning it for a clean cut. He then lifted his blade and swung it down toward the woman's neck.
Only one thing ran through the woman's mind as the blade came down toward her neck: Zadara. She pictured what it would have been like if Zadara had bought that house she was saving up for: they would just be sitting there, chatting away around a wooden table as the smell of fresh cookies ran through the air. Tomas would come in, as Zadara thought it would be nice to have a room for him, and probably hog most of the cookies to himself. Raelin wouldn't get mad, though: she was far too happy for such “foolishness.” Instead, they would just laugh and laugh as Tomas gorged himself on too many cookies, eventually falling to the floor completely stuffed. Then that old human man that always acts so nice to Tomas would come in and pat him on the back, offering him a nice glass of milk. “Haps ya need ta drown that with sum milk, lad,” he would say. They would all smile, with Raelin letting out a few giggles here and there... They were all happy.
Reality came crashing back as the blade struck into Raelin's neck: pain overcame her joyous dreaming and screams echoed off of the solid walls. Raelin lied there in agony for what seemed like an eon, as it took a second blow to finally cut off the woman's head.
“Heh, guessin now it be cleanin time. Know a few ways ta dispose o' ya corpse: twill be impossible ta find ya remains when I dun wit ye.” A dark chuckle was heard as the armored man leaned over and began his work, desecrating her corpse bit by bit to ensure no trace of her would ever be found.
***
A box addressed to Zadara was left outside of her room the very next morning. No one saw where it came from, let alone who left it there. If Zadara decided to open it she would find her own necklace... covered in Raelin's blood.
"I will never leave your side, my love."
The words rang in the young red-head's ears as her eyes came into focus – they were her words, words containing the final promise to her love. As she looked about the dark room, studying it's contents for a second time, she realized that she would never be the side of her love again.
***
“Yesss, Shar'valek could use the pretty lady'sss enchantmentsss, yesss he could.” As the short yuan-ti pureblood standing before Raelin dragged on all of his “S” sounds with an excessive hissing noise, a vein began to pulse right above the two eyes narrowed in on the poor fool. The hissing was annoying, yes, and normally Raelin would never stand for such “foolishness”; but the berk was a customer, the only thing in the world Raelin was polite to.
Raelin reached up to rub her forehead before letting out a long, drown-out sigh. “So... let me get this straight; you're wanting a fifth-tier armor enchant but the only things you're able to trade me are a pouch of two hundred jink and your creepy...” Raelin looked down at the creature between her feet and shuttered a bit before continuing. “...slimy, pet snake?”
The pureblood rubbed his hands together anxiously while grinning up at Raelin. “Sssnake issssss universssssssally apprisssssiated by”- Raelin facepalmed right before cutting the slow-talking hisser off with an agitated outburst. “Oh come now, 'appreciated' doesn't even have an 'S' in it!” She slowly slid her hand off of her face in a slightly embarrassed manner before reforming her feigned, polite smile. “Y-You were saying?”
“Shar'valek thinks lady is rude.”
Normally Raelin would yell at the customer in an agitated rage, he would yell back, then a few spells would be slung here and there before a Harmonium guard came to kindly escort Raelin away – but the bubbly goodness she still felt from the night before had given Raelin a completely different outlook: she felt like being kind. “Normally I would charge a large sum for this, but I'm feeling generous today – how about a fourth tier inste” - but right as Raelin pulled her poorly-organized recipe book out of her bag of holding, a small hang had reached in to snatch the bag out of her hands. The berk was fast, as by the time it took Raelin to look up, only the back of the pureblood's head could be seen as he pushed his way through the crowded Bazaar.
“You foolish little thief, I was practically giving that enchant away!” Raelin quickly turned her head to analyze what options she had: she could pray that the tiny little Harmonium guard to her left would come to his senses and stop day-dreaming, she could call out to the berk and exclaim that she had taken the snake he left behind as a hostage, or she could blindly chase after the pureblood without thinking; she decided to do the latter.
Raelin darted out of her merchant stand, covering a considerable distance considering the black dress she was wearing. A few “oofs”, “ughs”, and even a “Hey, watch it!” was heard as Raelin shoved away every cager foolish enough to stand in her way. Yes, there were a few intimidating, heavily armored lads that that she simply ran around - but for the most part, Raelin left an agitated line of fallen cagers in her wake.
As Raelin turned around the corner and heard some new cager trying to argue with Toby for the umpteenth zillion time, she caught a glimpse of the pureblood closing the hatch to UnderSigil – but Raelin, being Raelin, didn't think things through and just rushed in after him. A few metallic clanking noises were heard as she opened the hatch to make her way down the ladder and, after a few really boring details, she found herself in UnderSigil.
Raelin's shoes became wet as her feet made contact with the sullied ground. She looked around the room, now a red hue from the light glowing off of Zadara's necklace, and soon found the cause: she had stepped in blood. She looked to her left and saw the pureblood screaming, or at least he appeared to be: no actual screams could be heard. An obsidian-black sword was retracted from the man's stomach as various liquids spilled out onto the ground. Raelin looked into his eyes: he was shocked. I mean, sure, no berk walks into a room expecting to get a sword through his stomach – but that wasn't the case. The pureblood didn't appear to be all too shocked at his wound, as his eyes weren't looking down at it: from what his eyes were directed at, he appeared to more shocked at who stabbed him, as if he had been betrayed.
After the man let go of the pureblood's body it fell limply to the ground. He began to walk toward Raelin now and, as he did, she got a good glimpse of him: he was fully clad in gray armor from head to toe. It had a few faded, golden designs here and there with a few lighter gray ones, but what really stood out was his helmet: it was the same design of a Harmonium guard, it just appeared to match this man's color scheme.
After Raelin quickly glanced over the man's armor her instincts kicked into action: she began to make all the appropriate gestures and say all the appropriate words to a spell – but no words were heard. More importantly, no spell came out! It finally hit Raelin: she was standing in a silenced zone and she knew no silenced spells. Shadows began to wrap around her body, twisting and contouring to hide her from sight – but he just continued to walk toward her, his helmet fixated right upon her. She moved a little to the side, but his sight moved with her. She tried it again – but all she got was a simple repeat. As he continued to approach her she just stood there, dumbfounded. It appeared there was nothing Raelin could do – so that is exactly what she did: nothing. The obsidian blade came down at a sixty degree angle right into the trapezius muscle near her left shoulder – the force of the blow sent Raelin flying down to the ground, along with a few tasty chunks of flesh. Right after her eyes turned up to see the boot staring down at her face her body became limp, unconscious.
"I will never leave your side, my love."
The words rang in the young red-head's ears as her eyes came into focus – they were her words, words containing the final promise to her love. As she looked about the dark room, studying it's contents for a second time, she realized that she would never be the side of her love again.
Raelin found herself in a pool of blood – not just her blood, but the blood of her former customer as well. Horror overcame the woman as she peered up to look at the remnants of her shoulder: most of it was gone now, leaving little more than pain behind. She tried moving a little but what was left of her hands was shackled - further resistance seemed futile.
Her gaze now turned to the man standing beside her - he was kneeling next to her, showing off the two bags that contained most of Raelin's material possessions: her essences, her gems, her wares, and her jink. “Now dun tink I 'old a grudge against ya, lass: ya just 'appen to 'ave sometin I want... and I just 'appen ta know 'ow ta get it from ya.” He chuckled lightly to himself, as if amused by some sort of grim joke. “Now, I know what ye tinkin: 'Why go through all dis trouble iffin all I wants is ye jink?' Ting is, lass... I know 'ow ye get: tinks you'll be aftah me iffin left alive, ya?” The red-head just stared at him blankly: only one thing was going through her mind at this point. “Wat, ye givin' me the silent treatment now?” He leaned in closer to Raelin and chuckled lightly. “And 'ere I thought ya 'ad enough o' that already.” Raelin looked down at the necklace around her neck before finally addressing the man. “Do I – Do I get a last request?”
“Wot, ye wantin ta speak wit me supervisah? Dun worry, lass: I am the supervisah!” Raelin ignored the man's chuckle as her eyes fixated upon the necklace: it was the one Zadara had given to her, and right now she was all Raelin could think about.
“Now dun worry your pretty little 'ead, lass: I'll make dis quick. Ye life may be endin' but dat just marks ta end o' the first act: ta real show has only just begun.” The man fixated his boot upon the woman's head, positioning it for a clean cut. He then lifted his blade and swung it down toward the woman's neck.
Only one thing ran through the woman's mind as the blade came down toward her neck: Zadara. She pictured what it would have been like if Zadara had bought that house she was saving up for: they would just be sitting there, chatting away around a wooden table as the smell of fresh cookies ran through the air. Tomas would come in, as Zadara thought it would be nice to have a room for him, and probably hog most of the cookies to himself. Raelin wouldn't get mad, though: she was far too happy for such “foolishness.” Instead, they would just laugh and laugh as Tomas gorged himself on too many cookies, eventually falling to the floor completely stuffed. Then that old human man that always acts so nice to Tomas would come in and pat him on the back, offering him a nice glass of milk. “Haps ya need ta drown that with sum milk, lad,” he would say. They would all smile, with Raelin letting out a few giggles here and there... They were all happy.
Reality came crashing back as the blade struck into Raelin's neck: pain overcame her joyous dreaming and screams echoed off of the solid walls. Raelin lied there in agony for what seemed like an eon, as it took a second blow to finally cut off the woman's head.
“Heh, guessin now it be cleanin time. Know a few ways ta dispose o' ya corpse: twill be impossible ta find ya remains when I dun wit ye.” A dark chuckle was heard as the armored man leaned over and began his work, desecrating her corpse bit by bit to ensure no trace of her would ever be found.
***
A box addressed to Zadara was left outside of her room the very next morning. No one saw where it came from, let alone who left it there. If Zadara decided to open it she would find her own necklace... covered in Raelin's blood.