01-20-2018, 12:11 PM
The damp air clung unnaturally to Vin's slight frame. Her head bobbed occasionally in acknowledgement as her new acquaintance responded to her musings. Thousands of people had died for nothing and yet here she was, trying to regain her wealth of power, her birthright. She began to truly take in her surroundings. The somewhat familiar architecture of Darkshire was of little comfort to her, as the dark skies coupled with a lack of mist unnerved her. The backdrop of cracked fortifications around the keep in the centre of the city was a reminder of what had happened here, and of the foes she would have to face during her time here.
She continued her scanning as a question casually fell from her. "What have you done to help these people, Chara?"
For the first time, her face, trained from birth in the hard streets in the shadow of Kredik Shaw by the deadliest of thieves and most perceptive steel inquisitors, showed a glimmer of emotion. Not just one however, her face showed a scant mix between anger and remorse.
A small tower in the distance, something she had overlooked at first, had an odd motion atop it. All at once, she had flared her tin, just in time to have her ears pierced by the shrieking cry of the strange creature. Though the sound was painfully loud only to her, she knew that the others would hear it, and as if summoned, there were a dozen similar looking winged creatures shrieking and flying toward them.
Not even waiting for the shriek to finish, she had set her tin to a low simmer, and turned to her new accomplices with a strong glance, and ran toward her quarry.
She continued her scanning as a question casually fell from her. "What have you done to help these people, Chara?"
For the first time, her face, trained from birth in the hard streets in the shadow of Kredik Shaw by the deadliest of thieves and most perceptive steel inquisitors, showed a glimmer of emotion. Not just one however, her face showed a scant mix between anger and remorse.
A small tower in the distance, something she had overlooked at first, had an odd motion atop it. All at once, she had flared her tin, just in time to have her ears pierced by the shrieking cry of the strange creature. Though the sound was painfully loud only to her, she knew that the others would hear it, and as if summoned, there were a dozen similar looking winged creatures shrieking and flying toward them.
Not even waiting for the shriek to finish, she had set her tin to a low simmer, and turned to her new accomplices with a strong glance, and ran toward her quarry.