((This small post is written following an Rp that happened in khemis alleys tonight,while it is not a description of what did happen, it is a description of the aftermath. I apologize beforhand for any spelling mistakes or wierd way of writting,I do not write in english usualy))
Anak-amon was walking toward the serpent head that late afternoon, He had agreed to meet with some of his friends for a drink when the sun is in the middle of the sky, but he was already late.
He raced toward the inn, taking an alley for a short cut. at first he did not pay much attention to the road ahead of him, cursing and wishing he would not be too late, but when he looked up for a moment to study his surroundings he halted all of the sudden.
His muscles froze as he stood there stunned, staring right ahead of him in fear.
Down, on the ground against the wall he could see her, a figure of a female drowned in a pool of her own blood...he could not see her face from the place he stood, for her body was twisted around as if it was a serpent, but she was not a stygian, that he could tell from her golden colored hair, now turned mostly red with her dried blood.
She was armored, that he could see, he also could spot her sword, hanging from her belt unused, whatever have happend here..it happend by surprise.
It took Anak-Amon more than few minutes to collect his courage and force his body to move, he walked slowly, shaking and hesitant toward the woman. Now closer he, could see her white pale skin, her body decorated with bruises from the beaten she obviously had, thought most of her blood seems to drip from her face.
Anak-Amon sent a shaking hand to move the dirty hair from her face, only to be forced to look away for a moment in shock. Her face was a bloody mess, blood still dripping from her nose, mouth and ears, and as to make the picture complete, a twisting serpent looking bloody cut to her check, clearly done by a knife to leave a mark...if she survives.
He leaned closer and could hear her breath, soft...almost chocked,growing weaker and softer with each one she takes.
IT took the Stygian another few long moments to get over his shock and think of what to do, like most Stygians he did not like foreigners...They Did not follow the serpent father...they had strange barbaric costumes so unlike the ones of their great people, they were liars and as some of the priests said, invaders...But he was a simple fisherman... and upon the sight of this almost dead woman he just could not leave her there to die...like her assaulters did.
Taking one more look at her the fisherman made his decision, he will bring her to the Inn...there the guards and the Inn keeper will know what to do.
He placed his arms around her and stood up, granting at the weight of her armor, and at the sight of her blood now at his clothes as well, and then he noticed something he has not seen before.
A note, hanging against the wall by a bloody dagger, his fear returned to him as he slowly read it:
" Let this be a warning to all those barbarian who infest our lands, bringing their filth here, this is Stygia, and it belongs to stygians and the true followers of the great serpent, behold what shall be done to any savage that wanders our streets or desert, use our water and spoil our land. The StormHands of Set watch all, and strike those unworthy with his will.Thus spoke the true followers of the father "
The Stygians eyes widened for a moment as he placed the woman's body against the wall for a moment taking out the knife and the note with an effort and placing both of them inside a small bag hanging from his belt, he then picked up the foreigner again and made his way up to the inn....The Guards should know of this.....The people Should know...The barbaric outlanders should know they are not safe... Anak-Amon knew he must spread the word and tale all over the city....
Last edited by Nakhti; 30th August 2008 at 03:17..
((well it was late at night and due to the nature of the event it was not public ofcourse, but yes it was fun . and the whole point was after all for all of khemi to know, so I think its safe to assume that))
It didn't take long for news of the attack to reach her. She had eyes and ears everywhere, like the priests of the Temple so little escaped her notice. A foreign infidel had been assaulted - brutalized and a warning sent. She smiled, the smile of a Serpent savouring the taste of a meal to come. The ranks of those who opposed the presence of the foreign intruders was growing. Soon Stygia herself would react against their presence. Soon Mother Stygia and Father Set would be free of their taint....
In the dark corners of Stygia the storm builds....
Quadrata made a small face, upon hearing the latest rumors from a worried tavern patron: "What am I, a city guard to you? Why should I bother with some dead lass in the back alley? I have my orders from the Arch Priest, and hunting some "desert fanatics" or whoever you blame, northener, is not among my duties." She shooed the unwelcome person away and returned to her drink, no one noticed a faint unclear smirk on her face...