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Memoir #16 - The Faithful Lord (Elithan) by Rairen
Added on Dec 29, 2009A Jihaen High Templar investigates a brutal murder.
The Road of Poets [EW]
Blue-tinged stones, each speckled with a variety of multi-hued flecks, have been cut into even and symmetrical squares before being cobbled into the path that forms this road. Numerous buildings can be seen dotting the landscape on either side of the road, workers and various artisans scurrying to and fro between the structures. To the south lies the old city wall, its scars a reminder of the city's history.
Sprawled in the middle of the road, the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute lies here.
A well-built, golden-haired man walks briskly along the street.
A scrawny onyx-haired boy stands eyeing passersby.
Slowing, the ethereal, fair-haired woman stares down at the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute, features expressionless.
Features impassive, blank, the ethereal, fair-haired woman kneels down distant from the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute.
You think:
"... What... the..."
You feel disgusted.
(hemote) The ethereal, fair-haired woman takes in a calming breath through her nose.
You contact the ancient, brutally-scarred man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the ancient, brutally-scarred man:
"*with a wave of nausea* Elithan, someone... beheaded a... woman in the middle of the street..."
The tall figure in a hooded, sandy-brown reinforced sandcloth duster has arrived from the west, riding a war beetle.
A war beetle walks east, carrying the tall figure in a hooded, sandy-brown reinforced sandcloth duster on its back.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The ancient, brutally-scarred man sends you a telepathic message:
"Where did this occur?"
You send a telepathic message to the ancient, brutally-scarred man:
"Poets' Road. Just near the market."
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
(Much uncomfortable scanning and looking ensues.)
The ethereal, fair-haired woman folds her arms across her waist, attention travelling most anywhere but on the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute.
The browned, jallal-curled man has arrived from the east.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman stands motionless in the street, arms folded across her waist.
The browned, jallal-curled man's form grows rigid and his eyes wide as he joins the small crowd of people around the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute.
Blinking a few times, the browned, jallal-curled man asks you, in sirihish:
"What happened?"
Jaw tensing when she touches a hand to a golden-haired boy's shoulder, you say, in sirihish:
"... Back. Go on with you."
With something like resignation, you look at the browned, jallal-curled man.
This man's face is prematurely tanned by Suk-Krath, browned lightly into the color of the desert near dawn; slightly cracked and wrinkled by the erosion of not a few sandstorm winds. His eyes are a dark, cunyati brown, their sparkle betraying his relative youth. His eyebrows are thin, dark and defined, and sit above his eyes in a dignified manner. A short, kinky brown beard falls from his chin about an inch, tied at the end with a thin, golden thread. A small cascade of loose, jalall toned curls fall from his head in a large, roughly spherical halo. Grit and sand are intermingled with hair, contributing to a desert-hardy appearance. His lips are thin and well shaped, and they curl up in one corner; perpetually giving him the appearance of a wry, knowing smile. His body is thin and wiry, and though he is not exceptionally strong, he has some decent musculature. His hands are rough and calloused, his fingers long and thin. A tattoo of a setting Jihae sits on his left shoulder.
The browned, jallal-curled man is using:
<worn on head> a loose white linen surmud
<worn around neck> a carved ivory pipe
<worn across back> a raptor-leather, darkly-stained satchel
<worn around wrist> a thin obsidian cuff
<worn around wrist> a thin obsidian cuff
<worn on right finger> a turquoise-set horn ring
<worn on left finger> a dune-carved, black onyx ring
<worn around body> a hooded, coal-black sandcloth dustcloak
<worn on legs> a pair of sleek-cut, ivory silk pants
<worn on feet> a pair of shaggy quirri-hide boots
With a light shake of her head, you say to the browned, jallal-curled man, in sirihish:
"I don't know, beyond the obvious. His Legions are coming presently."
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar has arrived from the west.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier has arrived from the west.
The browned, jallal-curled man stares down at the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute, pursing his lips and shaking his head before noticing the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar and dipping him a deep nod.
The golden-haired boy looks to the ethereal, fair-haired woman's hand, squirming a bit before moving away from the slowly gathering crowd around the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar approaches the scene with a staunch expression, his gaze panning towards the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar looks at the browned, jallal-curled man.
When the crowds start to step aside for him, you look at the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar.
With a polite, crisp tilt of her chin, you say to the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"I found her such, High Templar..."
You think:
"... Disgusting..."
Your mood is now revolted.
With a dip of his head, the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Seeker. How long has she been like this?"
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar turns his attention back to the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute.
The browned, jallal-curled man steps towards the back of the small crowd, conversing in hushed tones with a few in it he seems to recognize and shrugging at their questions.
Pale eyes sweeping over the crowd, you say to the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"There were already people here when I came. I... couldn't say, but I... it wasn't a few hours ago that I came this way last. I would have seen."
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar crouches down and looks for tracks.
Case sitting on the street at her side, the ethereal, fair-haired woman watches over the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar, arms wrapped across her waist.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar walks slowly around the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute silently.
(hemote) The ethereal, fair-haired woman watches the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar, not the headless body.
You feel gravity washing over you.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar shakes his head as he looks to the one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar gives the one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier an order.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier picks up the headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman flicks a glance up to the one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier before letting her attention watch over the crowd, which no longer tries to encroach on the scene.
Along with a few others, the browned, jallal-curled man begins to start off on his way again, heading west.
The browned, jallal-curled man walks west.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman leans down, picking up your creamy white, leather instrument case.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar says to the one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier, in sirihish:
"Come Private, let's take her out of here."
The ethereal, fair-haired woman offers the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar and the one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier a respectful, grave nod in thanks, stepping back from the blood-stained stones.
With a shake of his head, the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar says, in sirihish:
"No one deserves to die like this."
(hemote) The ethereal, fair-haired woman's jaw tenses.
You think:
"Who could... stomach such an act?"
The gray-stubbled, wiry man has arrived from the west.
Looking over those assembled, the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar asks, in sirihish:
"Will any witnesses come forward?"
The gray-stubbled, wiry man looks around, his eyes falling on the headless corpse.
Watching the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar, features impassive and serene, the ethereal, fair-haired woman glances briefly to the few people who glance back to her and to the others around her.
The crowded street grows oddly quiet around the ethereal, fair-haired woman and the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar.
The gray-stubbled, wiry man walks west.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar pauses as his gaze sweeps over the quieted crowd.
To the ethereal, fair-haired woman's side, a golden-haired boy keeps just away from her skirt, peering up at the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier cradles his headless body of a sleek, jakhal-eyed prostitute in his arm covering her mutilated and naked form in an attempt at modesty.
(hemote) The ethereal, fair-haired woman's jaw works to one side, posture stiff with tension.
Flicking a glance skyward, the ethereal, fair-haired woman pushes a gloved hand back, finding the golden-haired boy's face and pushing him further behind her back.
The golden-haired boy raises a muffled complaint into the ethereal, fair-haired woman's gloved hand.
A lanky, hazel-eyed man grips the golden-haired boy's shoulder, pulling him back from the ethereal, fair-haired woman's hand.
Frowning, the ethereal, fair-haired woman snaps her head back to look to the lanky, hazel-eyed man, brow creasing.
Motioning back to the woman held in the one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier's arms, the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar says, in sirihish:
"This is the work of an animal, any information leading to its capture will be rewarded."
The golden-haired boy squirms and fights being taken back from the ethereal, fair-haired woman - before scrambling up the lanky, hazel-eyed man's thigh, finding purchase there.
With the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar's words, the lanky, hazel-eyed man stops glowering at the ethereal, fair-haired woman to cast him a somber - and pensive - look.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman gives a curt nod to the lanky, hazel-eyed man and to the golden-haired boy, attention travelling over the serious, hushed crowd.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar draws in a slow breath as he turns sharply to walk down the road, the crowd parting to give him a pathway.The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar walks east.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier walks east.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman shakes her head, letting out a quiet breath.
You think:
"I could well use a drink."
The Road of Poets [EW]
Blue-tinged stones, each speckled with a variety of multi-hued flecks, have been cut into even and symmetrical squares before being cobbled into the path that forms this road. Numerous buildings can be seen dotting the landscape on either side of the...
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