Onward, Inward, and Backwards

Onward, Inward, and Backwards

Postby Lady_Rhea » Thu Jun 15, 2017 1:25 pm

A sudden flash of light and crash of thunder sent the horse Genny rode into a fit, several skewed steps and her balance was gone. Her feet wriggled free and the reins were dropped as the spooked horse’s body contorted and threw her. With a fall imminent she attempted to ball up as the horse fled. She was never a good rider, but had subsequently become excellent at falling. Another rider, still mounted, calmed their horse quickly and gave chase, while the third set his to trotting in a circle, pulling the reins to one side. He didn’t dismount, still trying to control his own horse. From where she lay, Genny groaned, touching her fingers to a cut on her head, the true red seeping out and clumping together the strands of fiery orange hair.

And then it began to rain. The onset of the storm was sudden and without much other warning. Within minutes the forest became drenched and now, even more than they had over the last several days of their search, the woods looked uniform; the gray misty backdrop only made every tree nearly indistinguishable from the last.

Genny, her companion, and his horse eventually made their way to a nearby cave, unable to wait any longer unsheltered for their third companion. It took a while, as most of the wood and their belongings were soaked, but eventually a fire was started. They stripped down to their knickers, wringing out their clothes and laying them to dry near the flames.

“Henrie’a mus’a found shel’er elsewhere,” he man offered, laying out his pants and plopping himself beside Genny, closer than was truly comfortable.

“She’ll find us when the storm passes,” she offered, her eyes peering out as if to gauge the storm, her arms wrapping awkwardly around her legs trying to minimize the indecency caused by her clinging, white shift.

“No’very likely,” he laughed, taking a swig from an over large flask before offering it to his travel companion. “Morning comes, we go back, she’ll mee’ us a’ ‘he Dagger no more ‘an a couple days.”

It would serve to warm her, so she took the flask and a sip. And then she coughed, it burned down and up; some powerful moonshine that might make you blind. “Gah… No.”

The flask was passed back to the man at her side. The sky only seemed to grow darker, despite that it was still midday. Heavy gray, swollen clouds moved slowly with a torrential downpour in their wake. Even now they were unrelenting.

“No?!” he spit, incredulously. “Has i’ no’ occurred on you, your friend Kals doesn’ wish ‘o be found?”

“We’re close,” she pulled away, as if it might take her out of the splash zone.

He seemed to take offense to her movement and yanked her arm, causing her to turn, pulling away the cover from her legs and breast. “Mind me, woman,” he growled.

And she punched. Her free hand came whipping from the other side with incredible speed, of course physical attacks weren’t really anything she had trained for and there wasn’t much force behind her bony fist.
At least he seemed surprised before he seemed angry.

“Mind me, I hired you,” she offered a little less confident than she had intended, pushing herself further away.
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Re: Onward, Inward, and Backwards

Postby Lady_Rhea » Wed Jun 21, 2017 4:44 pm

Genny and her guides had come across several promising structures along their foray into the forest. Unfortunately, the term ‘promising’ was about as optimistic as calling some upright sticks and abandoned one-room huts ‘structures,’ and none had lead them any closer to finding Kals.

In town, before the journey began, the merchants hadn’t been particularly willing to help either. Perhaps it was a guild code or even friendship that kept them from wanting to give such private information to a stranger. Especially the likes of Genny, once Inquisitor to Glenn Burnie and possible mindwitch, though the rumors didn’t seem too pervasive these days. But enough coin, and much less than she had expected, managed to get her instructions and a crudely drawn map.

Now though, sitting on the leaner side of half naked, in the middle of the forest during a torrential downpour she was wondering, and not for the first time, if a few more coins or a more reputable source would have been better. She was also beginning to dislike the hired muscle, her present company.

Who, after being punched for being so grabby was angry and now made another swipe at her. He had to lean forward now to even come close to reaching, but the movement made him lose balance despite that he was sitting, sending him rocking backwards. Having put distance between them she was out of reach, and with the new advance Genny stumbled her way to standing, commanding with more tremor in her voice than she intended, “desist!”

Using the momentum he rocked forward again, it sent him to hands and knees, lunging towards her with a broad swipe that firmly caught her ankle. He was no small man either, imposing in almost every way.

Still, she balanced herself, recovering from the grasp and with her free foot kicked him square in the face. It wasn’t without force, his nose starting to bleed, but he had clearly been the recipient of worse blows.

And so he yanked hard, pulling all of her to the ground and dragging her to him. The wet dirt smeared on her white shift and the bony bits of her limbs became red and scraped. Perhaps it was too much of that moonshine, but he was laughing as if they were just playfully horsing around or there was some mutually shared joke. “I see, you wanna’ spend a nigh' alone wi’me?”

Still kicking she managed to slam into some of his tender bits, which sent her attacker wincing and gave her the opening she needed to grab a sizable log from the fire. It hadn’t caught yet and no part of it was red, but this time there was a solid crack as it slammed into the side of his head.

He stared at her for a heartbeat or two and then dropped. His eyes rolled back a little and for a moment, part of her was trapped under him. She wriggled free and scrambled backward two or three steps.

Before her lay the disturbed sand, her drying clothes, a merrily dancing fire, and the unconscious body of a man who was probably just shy of 300 lbs. She dropped her weapon, and the log thudded into the sand. Her arms wrapped around until she was hugging herself, a few hot tears bubbled to the surface and she let them roll down her cheeks for a solid minute before she let her arms free and wiped them away.

“Kals!” she yelled, frustration fueling the outburst - because hell, she had tried everything else. It should not have been so difficult. “Damnit,” she cursed with a softer voice, wiping the last of the tears away and getting to work. The former guide would be tied up in case he woke before the rain ended. At which point she had every intention of taking his horse.
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