POV: Marra Ladveer, Ft. Conf Ladveer
Warning for edgy sad and blood. Set in January/February roughly, of 305AC.
She waved to Koura, shaking her head with a faint smile. She had really gotten to know her while on the ship, oddly. She always came off as a bit... aggressive- which she certainly still was at times, but she cared a lot about the crew. Except maybe for Conf... She sighed again, it was going to take a lot to keep the Captain from stabbing him. Maybe she could talk her down to just punching him...
Her boots echoed down the road, it was fairly quiet on this side of town. All the 'action' was along the main street and in the market. And the tavern of course, which was where Koura was headed. She pursed her lips, thinking 'I had best get da' quick before she starts a fight...'
She rounded the corner, and the first thing she noticed was the window... Her pace faltered slightly, her eyes widening. The broken shards of glass that were once the upper dining room window crunched under her boots, causing her to glance down quickly, then back up. She glanced through the window of the kitchen, noticing one of the barstools was splintered into three decent sized chunks in the middle of the floor. That was not a good sign...
She started walking faster, moving up the stone steps to the balcony and door into the dining room. The door was shut, but not locked, f*ck it looked like someone had kicked the shit out of it on the inside too... Everything was. Broken. The table was ajar, with plates and books scattered across the floor. The shelves were in a similar condition to the barstool, with only a few books clinging on for dear life to the caved in shelves. A bottle was broken at the bottom of the stairs to the third floor, which she rushed up quickly, failing to notice the hand rail was also broken and getting a splinter.
She knew any attackers would be gone by now, but she drew her dagger anyway on instinct. The next room was similarly trashed, with various papers and books thrown about, and one of the spare beds sitting without a mattress, and a broken leg. The back wall was cracked, with- she paused, leaning in- "Blood..." she muttered. The smear had long since dried, but she could easily recognize it... She felt goosebumps, 'F*ck...'
She turned and ran up the next set of stairs, almost tripping on several more bottles that littered the steps. The bedroom was- mostly... intact...? Da's drawers were a mess, not shut all the way, with the clothes inside looking like they had been stuffed in in a hurry, but that was normal. There was a portrait of Raven, Da's fiance, propped against the foot of the bed, with several of his sketches of her littered about, in between the clusters of empty bottles. There was more blood on the windowsill, along with a clean sword propped against the wall... She paused... "Where the f*ck are you then..." Her thoughts raced as she tallied off the places she knew he used to frequent, coming to the obvious conclusion based on the bottles. Her expression fell, "Oh f*ck!" She turned, racing back down the stairs towards the Golden Willow, hoping she got there before Koura hurt him too badly. She left so quick, she missed the snapped rope and noose behind the bed.
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She ran in, nearly slipping on the carpet with a curse, breathing heavily and glancing around quickly- "Oh." Koura and Da' were sitting at the bar, he had several bottles at his side and... Her eyes widened. Koura glanced back, looking concerned? Remorseful? She stepped towards them, glancing away from Conf's left arm-stub. Koura nudged him, nodding towards Marra, prompting him to glance over his shoulder.
"Void..." She muttered before she could stop herself. He tried to smile, but she could tell it was forced, and it hardly did anything to make him look any better. His hair was a mess, even more so than usual, and he had bags under his eyes- he looked like he hadn't slept well in weeks. Sh*t e even had stubble, of all things. She had never seen him with any form of facial hair.
"I look that bad huh..." He took a deep drink from the bottle- was that vodka?- sighing. "Koura said the same thing when she walked in..." He turned back to the bar, f*ck he even sounded like sh*t. Monotone, and croaky.
She glanced to Koura, then back, faintly wondering why he wore a scarf in this heat, before finally speaking, "What... happened...?" Koura glanced over at her warningly, before raising her voice in response, "We, should talk..." Conf just nodded noncommittally, taking another drink of vodka as Koura stood, leading her away.
Once they were fairly far away, across the room, Marra spoke up, "What the f*ck happened? I went to the house and it was f*cking trashed, and hes... like that..."
Koura swallowed, "He... Raven... she- " she took a breath, clearly rattled, "Someone murdered Raven... during the Lo sh*t... A deathling based on what he said but... " She glanced back to him, "They sent him her head... like... severed... He is... not ok."
Marra found herself staring at his back as well, holding back and quickly dismissing tears. "F*ck..." She didn't know Raven too well, but she had been nice... She thought she might finally get Da' on a good path in life... but... She took a breath, thinking about the upper bedroom of the house, the sketches and all the bottles, "Right... What do we...? " Koura turned back to her, her expression revealing her uncertainty.
They turned back, standing silent for several long moments, before swallowing again, "Well... we... should head back over I guess..." Koura nodded, following her to the bar, in time to overhear Conf ordering another bottle. She didn't even know what to think anymore... This was far from what she expected coming home from the seas...
Warning for edgy sad and blood. Set in January/February roughly, of 305AC.
She waved to Koura, shaking her head with a faint smile. She had really gotten to know her while on the ship, oddly. She always came off as a bit... aggressive- which she certainly still was at times, but she cared a lot about the crew. Except maybe for Conf... She sighed again, it was going to take a lot to keep the Captain from stabbing him. Maybe she could talk her down to just punching him...
Her boots echoed down the road, it was fairly quiet on this side of town. All the 'action' was along the main street and in the market. And the tavern of course, which was where Koura was headed. She pursed her lips, thinking 'I had best get da' quick before she starts a fight...'
She rounded the corner, and the first thing she noticed was the window... Her pace faltered slightly, her eyes widening. The broken shards of glass that were once the upper dining room window crunched under her boots, causing her to glance down quickly, then back up. She glanced through the window of the kitchen, noticing one of the barstools was splintered into three decent sized chunks in the middle of the floor. That was not a good sign...
She started walking faster, moving up the stone steps to the balcony and door into the dining room. The door was shut, but not locked, f*ck it looked like someone had kicked the shit out of it on the inside too... Everything was. Broken. The table was ajar, with plates and books scattered across the floor. The shelves were in a similar condition to the barstool, with only a few books clinging on for dear life to the caved in shelves. A bottle was broken at the bottom of the stairs to the third floor, which she rushed up quickly, failing to notice the hand rail was also broken and getting a splinter.
She knew any attackers would be gone by now, but she drew her dagger anyway on instinct. The next room was similarly trashed, with various papers and books thrown about, and one of the spare beds sitting without a mattress, and a broken leg. The back wall was cracked, with- she paused, leaning in- "Blood..." she muttered. The smear had long since dried, but she could easily recognize it... She felt goosebumps, 'F*ck...'
She turned and ran up the next set of stairs, almost tripping on several more bottles that littered the steps. The bedroom was- mostly... intact...? Da's drawers were a mess, not shut all the way, with the clothes inside looking like they had been stuffed in in a hurry, but that was normal. There was a portrait of Raven, Da's fiance, propped against the foot of the bed, with several of his sketches of her littered about, in between the clusters of empty bottles. There was more blood on the windowsill, along with a clean sword propped against the wall... She paused... "Where the f*ck are you then..." Her thoughts raced as she tallied off the places she knew he used to frequent, coming to the obvious conclusion based on the bottles. Her expression fell, "Oh f*ck!" She turned, racing back down the stairs towards the Golden Willow, hoping she got there before Koura hurt him too badly. She left so quick, she missed the snapped rope and noose behind the bed.
She ran in, nearly slipping on the carpet with a curse, breathing heavily and glancing around quickly- "Oh." Koura and Da' were sitting at the bar, he had several bottles at his side and... Her eyes widened. Koura glanced back, looking concerned? Remorseful? She stepped towards them, glancing away from Conf's left arm-stub. Koura nudged him, nodding towards Marra, prompting him to glance over his shoulder.
"Void..." She muttered before she could stop herself. He tried to smile, but she could tell it was forced, and it hardly did anything to make him look any better. His hair was a mess, even more so than usual, and he had bags under his eyes- he looked like he hadn't slept well in weeks. Sh*t e even had stubble, of all things. She had never seen him with any form of facial hair.
"I look that bad huh..." He took a deep drink from the bottle- was that vodka?- sighing. "Koura said the same thing when she walked in..." He turned back to the bar, f*ck he even sounded like sh*t. Monotone, and croaky.
She glanced to Koura, then back, faintly wondering why he wore a scarf in this heat, before finally speaking, "What... happened...?" Koura glanced over at her warningly, before raising her voice in response, "We, should talk..." Conf just nodded noncommittally, taking another drink of vodka as Koura stood, leading her away.
Once they were fairly far away, across the room, Marra spoke up, "What the f*ck happened? I went to the house and it was f*cking trashed, and hes... like that..."
Koura swallowed, "He... Raven... she- " she took a breath, clearly rattled, "Someone murdered Raven... during the Lo sh*t... A deathling based on what he said but... " She glanced back to him, "They sent him her head... like... severed... He is... not ok."
Marra found herself staring at his back as well, holding back and quickly dismissing tears. "F*ck..." She didn't know Raven too well, but she had been nice... She thought she might finally get Da' on a good path in life... but... She took a breath, thinking about the upper bedroom of the house, the sketches and all the bottles, "Right... What do we...? " Koura turned back to her, her expression revealing her uncertainty.
They turned back, standing silent for several long moments, before swallowing again, "Well... we... should head back over I guess..." Koura nodded, following her to the bar, in time to overhear Conf ordering another bottle. She didn't even know what to think anymore... This was far from what she expected coming home from the seas...
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