Post by Guest on Feb 4, 2010 22:39:03 GMT -5
Sarah searched the empty port of Asher hoping to find a ship so she can resume her quest for Bryn and her sister. She hated with all her soul that brunette and her sister for destroying her village and killing her fiancé. As soon as the sisters left, she came out of her hiding place and held her love's hand as he died. She cried observing the ruins of what was supposed to be a happy day; the day of her wedding. The air was filled with hate and bloodshed. As she looked up, she saw a mirage of her holding her fiancé’s hand and kissing him. But the image soon vanished. Another tear rolled down her wet face. She looked at her dead fiancé and bent down to kiss him one last time. From that moment forward, she vowed to avenge her family and her love. Till the day she dies, she will make sure those sisters feel her pain.
She had bought up a suit of armor and a sword to help her in her quest for revenge. Though they may be useless against the sisters, who seemed to hold an unmatched power, they were her best line of defense. And if she got a chance, she would gladly slice the head off one of the sisters. Day in and day out she practiced on her moves. She would have to out fight the sisters through surprise attacks if she wanted any hope of succeeding. The quest seemed futile, but she would not let that stir her. She would run against walls, often leading herself to the point of exhaustion.
She searched her homeland, traveling from village to village in hope of finding any information of the sisters' whereabouts. After not finding a single clue, she purchased a voyage across the sea to find clues to assist in her quest. She figured the sisters had gone to many lands, so certainly somebody would know something about them.
Her first voyage had been interesting. It was obvious that some of the crew members where eyeing her. She recalled one of them calling to her, “Hey there, sweet thing.”
She raised her eyebrow and turned to face the man. “You’re talking to me, right?”
The man chuckled. “Of course I’m talking to you. There is no other sweet thing here.”
She looked around her. Yup, all there was was a drunk man sitting in the corner trying to keep the flies away, a half-drowsy bastard who had trouble keeping himself awake, and a preoccupied short little devil who had his nose stuck into what seemed to be a book. She turned back to the man, “Yeah, no other sweet things here.”
The man bent toward her. “Why don’t we have a nice chat? Maybe you can make lunch for me.”
She raised her eyebrow, smirked, and walked up to the fellow. She bent down. “Come here,” she whispered to him.
But as he came forward, she quickly drew her knife to his throat. “Now listen, I am on a very important mission. I am tired, and I am cranky. I have spent many nights without sleep. And the last thing I need is a sleaze ball giving me a hard time. Got that chumps.”
He quickly nodded as sweat ran down his face.
“Good” She spot a rat in the corner. “And for lunch….” she threw the knife at the rat, killing it, “….go and have it.” And with that, she walked up to the deck.
That memory made her smile as she continued searching the empty port. She was beginning to grow frustrated that no ships would arrive so she could continue her search. She had been so close about a year ago when Bryn had appeared. But despite the help of a group of villagers, she was unsuccessful in capturing the brunette. It had been a rainy night as she and the villagers chased the sorceress through the forest. But suddenly Bryn disappeared. After searching some more, the villagers went back home. But she stayed. After thorough inspection of the place, it seemed that Bryn had slipped over the cliff and fell into the waters below.
With this assumption, she had set out to the nearest port. But it also happened to be the only port on the small island of less than a hundred people. After seeing that the port was almost dead, she had searched the entire island for a busier port but found none. So she set up camp near the half-dead port city of Asher.
But she faced another problem; she could not afford a voyage across the sea. The few merchants who did arrive all asked for more money then she had. One of them offered a trip in exchange that she sleep with him, but she immediately refused. It was annoying that people would take advantage of her good looks. She even wished once that she was born uglier.
Day and night passed, and she could not get off this island. She cursed at the gods for making her quest difficult. She would often throw fits of rage and anger. But all of this was useless. The gods wouldn’t hear her. Or if they did, she doubted that they would care. She sighed and stared into the foggy sea, waiting and waiting for a ship.
She had bought up a suit of armor and a sword to help her in her quest for revenge. Though they may be useless against the sisters, who seemed to hold an unmatched power, they were her best line of defense. And if she got a chance, she would gladly slice the head off one of the sisters. Day in and day out she practiced on her moves. She would have to out fight the sisters through surprise attacks if she wanted any hope of succeeding. The quest seemed futile, but she would not let that stir her. She would run against walls, often leading herself to the point of exhaustion.
She searched her homeland, traveling from village to village in hope of finding any information of the sisters' whereabouts. After not finding a single clue, she purchased a voyage across the sea to find clues to assist in her quest. She figured the sisters had gone to many lands, so certainly somebody would know something about them.
Her first voyage had been interesting. It was obvious that some of the crew members where eyeing her. She recalled one of them calling to her, “Hey there, sweet thing.”
She raised her eyebrow and turned to face the man. “You’re talking to me, right?”
The man chuckled. “Of course I’m talking to you. There is no other sweet thing here.”
She looked around her. Yup, all there was was a drunk man sitting in the corner trying to keep the flies away, a half-drowsy bastard who had trouble keeping himself awake, and a preoccupied short little devil who had his nose stuck into what seemed to be a book. She turned back to the man, “Yeah, no other sweet things here.”
The man bent toward her. “Why don’t we have a nice chat? Maybe you can make lunch for me.”
She raised her eyebrow, smirked, and walked up to the fellow. She bent down. “Come here,” she whispered to him.
But as he came forward, she quickly drew her knife to his throat. “Now listen, I am on a very important mission. I am tired, and I am cranky. I have spent many nights without sleep. And the last thing I need is a sleaze ball giving me a hard time. Got that chumps.”
He quickly nodded as sweat ran down his face.
“Good” She spot a rat in the corner. “And for lunch….” she threw the knife at the rat, killing it, “….go and have it.” And with that, she walked up to the deck.
That memory made her smile as she continued searching the empty port. She was beginning to grow frustrated that no ships would arrive so she could continue her search. She had been so close about a year ago when Bryn had appeared. But despite the help of a group of villagers, she was unsuccessful in capturing the brunette. It had been a rainy night as she and the villagers chased the sorceress through the forest. But suddenly Bryn disappeared. After searching some more, the villagers went back home. But she stayed. After thorough inspection of the place, it seemed that Bryn had slipped over the cliff and fell into the waters below.
With this assumption, she had set out to the nearest port. But it also happened to be the only port on the small island of less than a hundred people. After seeing that the port was almost dead, she had searched the entire island for a busier port but found none. So she set up camp near the half-dead port city of Asher.
But she faced another problem; she could not afford a voyage across the sea. The few merchants who did arrive all asked for more money then she had. One of them offered a trip in exchange that she sleep with him, but she immediately refused. It was annoying that people would take advantage of her good looks. She even wished once that she was born uglier.
Day and night passed, and she could not get off this island. She cursed at the gods for making her quest difficult. She would often throw fits of rage and anger. But all of this was useless. The gods wouldn’t hear her. Or if they did, she doubted that they would care. She sighed and stared into the foggy sea, waiting and waiting for a ship.
