RP:Escape from The Narrows

This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.

Synopsis: While shopping for fresh grocery in Cenril, Raevyn meets a fugitive from The Narrows, named Lennard.

Date: Feb 8th, 2019

Fish Market, Cenril

Few amongst the salty air of the fish market were even aware that just under the pier twin double doors sealed a section of cenril away from the rest. An order amongst the cenril guard was responsible for keeping this well guarded secret. Cenril was known for its diverse population of humans, felines, and the occasional mer, but this section was frequently secured, namely because members of cenril’s elite long ago wanted the removal of the less favored races sectioned off from the rest of cenril. Here was the part of cenril, that was considered to be more legend than fact, yet here it existed. Behind these doors lay a few squads of guards who kept the populace within the under city of cenril locked within, this was the city’s dark Myth, the infamous Narrows. Today was its time since it was built that somone would escape it. Above those heard nothing other than seeing several guards moving through people and wearing darker ribbons around there left sleeves each opening a door in the floor of the pier and hurriedly trying to climb down it.

The land of the living. It had been months since the necromancer stepped into the shining rays of the sun; Alabaster flesh concealed in attire of black as if it feared the retribution of the celestial ball of light. her clothing spoke of moderate wealth, with designer leather pants and a fancy pair of boots that had remained pristine despite the fact that she had tread the decrepit Vailkrin graveyard for weeks on end. For warmth, she wore her signature woolen trench coat with the fur-lined hood propped up over her head - The cavity just deep enough to obscure her more prominent features. In hand, guiding her path through Cenril, stood a large ghastly scythe whose blade had been crafted from malachite. The girl would seem fairly imposing to most were it not for the fact that she barely rose above five feet in height. Coming upon the fish market, Raevyn slowed her pace so that she could peruse the local merchandise. She had been eating so unwell for so long; A down side to having stayed holed up in that forsaken land of the Vampires. She was craving seafood. "How much?" the girl asked, pointing to a large, freshly caught salmon. Yet, before the merchant could respond, both parties turned their attention to the onrush of guard heading for the pier. How strange.

As the merchant soon would mention the price, a heavy crash was heard. With it was also the sound of loud snort, like bull, and with it another voice feminine in nature but still rough, “There thats how you open a door,” sounds of soldiers cried out and splashes in the water occurred as guards were tossed into the sea. The trap door seconds later exploded in a splinter of wood as first a pale Minotaur smashed through it, sending guards flying. Behind it a female centaur leaped out trampling over a few guards in the process. On her horse back a figure in a ragged shirt and ragged pants and ragged boots stood at ready balancing on her. He was modestly tall, maybe 6’2. In his right hand he held a wooden like dagger, something that was very much less than what a beggar might have carried. As soon, as the guards in the area were unconscious or dead from the three some escaping, the male jumped down and landed. His voice had bit of hoarseness to it, as if something had torn up his throat, but it might have met a tenor. “Gardu, Fenizi, its good to be free, i will meet up with-you later.” The three some pounded fist together and the two non humans scattered. The figure turned back to the fish market, and moved to one of the dead guards reaching for his coin purse. He glanced in the well dressed middle class woman's direction and gave a bit of nod, and a small smile. In a better light despite the recent cloud cover the human had electric blue eyes which seemed to glow out of his handsome tall face, he had narrow tall cheek bones, very much a victim low nutrients over a long time. His skin while pale seemed to have a very faint grayish tone to it. His black hair was ragged but shoulder length and limp, aside from a few hairs which seemed determined to remain standing up. “Took from me a hundred gold, said he’d let me leave, he lied, guess i will take it back now.”

Within the confines of her hood, Raevyn's pallid gaze widened as the mild commotion erupted into violence; The leather of her gloves now creaking as she tightened her grip on that unholy scythe. It seemed, that no matter where she went, some sort of trouble always happened to rise. The minotaur's appearance was met with curiosity, having never seen such a beast in all her travels. Even more strange was the half person, half horse that had arrived - She was at a loss for rational thought upon viewing these strange things. Were they natural inhabitants of this land? Creatures of a scientist gone mad? Either way, the girl held no interest in finding out if they were of a dangerous sort. The butt of the scythe lifted and tapped upon the frosted earth at her feet, her free hand lifted and waved without much in the way of words. Rats, which had been lining the walkways with their corpses as of late, began to rumble and stir. Soon, a gathering of the recently revived rodents came scurrying to her feet, sending the merchant behind the girl into a bit of a panic. It was then the third being made himself known that the girl made some form of acknowledgement, offering a slight nod in return as the ragged man pilfered valuable shiny coins from the guard's corpse.

Lennard's eyes shifted towards the rats who had previously been just corpses lying amongst the walkways suddenly springing to life and scurried up to the woman. "Nice trick, but can you make them dance?" He gave a smile, which did not meet his eyes. In his own mind necromancy was used in the narrows to entertain, much less than to be of use in combat, this was mainly as way of collecting coin. Partly he expected a show, but then he recalled that he was no longer in the narrows, he was outside. The idea of being outside the narrows was still so alien to him. As the clouds parted and the sun came out, he had throw a hand in front his eyes, unable to look directly at it nor even glimpse it. "So much light, wow, breathtaking. " He closed his eyes for a second before standing up after collecting a hundred gold from the guards coin purse, and leaving the rest. He stepped briefly towards the woman and then a stepped around her giving her some berth. His smile fading, he said, "You'll not saying anything if anyone asks, right?" His left arm sleeve was ragged but as the rag fell away, two very large scar like marks as if two large teeth had punctured his arm, and several smaller scars trailed down his left arm.

Raevyn wasn't sure whether or not she could trust this man. His demeanor was amusing, but it was quite obvious that he came from a place that was home to less than desirable company. So, when he made a quip about making the rats dance, she remained aloof and of few words. "I... have never tried, really." Pale blue eyes shifted from the man and down upon the rats that were now marching circles around the girl like some sort of army of ants caught in a death vortex. Truth be told, with all that she has learned in these last few months, she probably could make them dance - Among other things. Her grasp of necromancy had grown so quickly, despite her mentors all having disappeared. The infernal tome could be thanked for that. "Do you not see the outside much?" the girl asked then, having noted his complexion and defensive motion to shield his gaze. Raevyn reached into her pocket for a small satchel of coin, counting out a few pieces and handing them to the merchant who had now wrapped her purchase and had been awaiting payment. A smile,a thank you, and the young necromancer turned back toward the strange man with the punctures and offered, "I suppose not, no. I'm not really sure what I saw. It's not really my business. Although, I can not be sure that anyone else would say anything. I can not be the only one to have been witness to your, what I can only assume, escape." She shrugs. "You might want to find some new attire and a good hiding spot outside of the city limits."

Lennard eyed the rats and then her, "You should consider it, you'd be amazed what people will pay to watch, plus there is always less fear when necromancy is used to entertain rather, than to terrify." He said keeping his distance from the rats. As for his being out he shook his head, his hand still trying to cover his eyes. "No this is the first time I ever been able to see the sun, down in the Narrows," He cast a hand toward beneath their feet, "No natural light ever makes it down there, Cenril has done a good job of making sure we never see the sun." It was bright Lennard was finding out, even if the day was particularly sunny, it was very bright. "So this my first time getting out" He looked around at the other people some still watching him others not so much, "Your probably right, Lennard." He added and saying his name and offering a hand. "Maybe I will catch you elsewhere where I am not..." Suddenly guards came around a corner and one of the citizens pointed. "There." His hand when he had shaken would have produced a bit of electrical shock, like one would get in dry winter. But as he pulled away in the rush he would call out, "Bye, thank you!" Before he take off running away from the guards, even scaling one of the buildings and running off on top of the roofs as he made his getaway.

Raevyn thought his words over, the corner of her lip pulling ever so slightly into something resembling mirth. She knew all too well the fear of Necromancy in her homeland. "Perhaps." Following the stranger's finger, her own gaze fell to the ground as she tried to imagine what sort of horrors he had come from. The Narrows? She had not heard of such a place. Cenril seems to have more secrets than it lets on. "Well. Welcome to...the outside." she offered with a more meaningful smile. The girl extended her gloved hand in tun and shook his, "Nice to meet you Lennard. Raevyn." The shock that jumped from his hand to hers was slightly muffled through the leather of her glove, but it was enough to make the woman recoil and take one step back- The latter being more so that the guards didn't barrel into her when they came sprinting for the fugitive at large. As Lennard took off, the small gathering of undead rats that had been circling Raevyn soon began to spill onto the pathway before the guards, each and every little rodent then exploding into a mist of fur and guts that littered the street. If anything, it would give the man from The Narrows a bit more of a lead so that he could get away unscathed.