RP:The assassin and the baby

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Setting

Beloy Street in Cenril, A Coach Journey then The Shadowy Den 28th Oct 2011

Jerica walks down Beloy street checking the numbers on the houses. She already had a plan in mind and had dressed accordingly. Beneath the leather tunic, her womanly curves were wrapped flat. Not that there is much to wrap but it is better to be safe than sorry. She already had mostly a boyish figure so she played on it. Under a cap is stuffed a wealth of brown hair and she closely resembled a boy. Especially after dirt and grime had been rubbed into her face and she stopped bathing two days prior so she smelled rather ripe. 143 Beloy Street. Ah! There it is. Glancing around, Jerica breaks into a sprint so that when she knocks on the door she's out of breath. Hopefully the merchant's wife would answer and not a servant.

The mother is wearing a flour covered apron and a rather flustered expression

The door is indeed answered by the merchants wife, they have no servants. She was in the middle of baking it seems, wearing a flour covered apron and a rather flustered expression. She glares at the boy, assuming him to be one of her eldest son's friends "Stephen isn't here, he's gone beachcombing."

Jerica is bent over as though she'd run a long ways. Sucking in huge gulps of air and swallowing hard the now boy looks up at the Missus with wide eyes, "Nay, Missus. I ain't 'ere feh Stephen. It be yeh 'usban'. There been an' accident. Come quick. 'E ain't go' much time. Need teh kids..wants t' say g'bye."

The woman stares ahead of her, seeming to see right through 'the boy' For about a minute she remains still as a statue with shock. Then she begins to act on the terrible news. "What happened? Where is he?Can you send someone to get Stephen?" She shouts back into the house "Carla, get your sister's coat and shoes on, while I get the baby ready. We are going out, we have to hurry."

Jerica almost choked when she heard 'baby'

Jerica almost choked when she heard 'baby' come out of the woman's mouth. And two girls at least. The boy would have to be gotten later but a baby? Selling a baby into slavery wasn't something she'd bargained for. Still, she steps into the doorway, "Please, missus. We got's t' 'urry. Ain't time t' tell yeh wha' 'appen'. Doc says t' get I get."

The woman runs back into the house, and reappears a very short time later with two little girls about eight and five years old and a baby in her arms, the kids have obviously got ready in a hurry, their clothes and hair being in great disarray. The wife is even still wearing her flour covered apron. "Where are we going boy? Near enough to walk, or should I hire a stagecoach?"

Jerica eyes the children and boxes up her emotions again. They got in the way of her work. Leaving only the facsimile behind of a worried urchin sent with a message, she hops from foot to foot, "Aye, a coach, Missus. Would be fasteh, we gots teh be goin' to Kelay."

The mother steps out into the busy street and is soon able to hire a passing stagecoach. "To Kelay, and don't spare the horses this is an emergency." The driver chews on his pipe, not seeming inclined to hurry despite her frantic pleas. "Whereabouts in Kelay. That'll be seven gold pieces, payable in advance." The distraught wife shouts at 'the boy' "Whereabouts in Kelay kid?"

Jerica answers as she climbs up next to the driver despite any protests he might make. And those protests may die when he sees the poison coated blade she withdraws from a sleeve. "Teh town what's in teh trees." Jerica stares straight ahead and waits for the carriage to start. Hopefully Stephen would arrive soon and flag down the coach as it pulls away from the house.

The merchant's son is sadly nowhere to be seen. The driver starts the coach,getting the horses moving with some alacrity now he is properly motivated. In a short while, the coach comes to a stop outside the central training centre in Kelay.


Jerica can be heard ushering the family, "This way, 'urry. Aye, we 'ad t' bring 'im here. Please, missus...I jus' do what teh doc says." Jerica pushes the door open to the den using her diminutive stature to block the view of the merchant if he is still in sight.


The unfortunate family are soon enough caged ready to be sold as slaves to help pay the debt to the guild. Their future looks very bleak.

Jerica takes the baby home, sleepless nights to come no doubt

Jerica says to Staiwen, "What about the baby?" She ignores the cries of woman and children for mercy and their questions of why.

Staiwen sneers. "Have you gone soft? She will be sold as a slave, or course. If you want to save the babe from such a terrible fate, you can buy her from the guild yourself. 2500 pieces of gold."

Jerica had no use for a baby. Jerica ignores the sneer and shrugs, "Sold." Jerica isn't heartless. She had no problem killing if it is paid for but a baby was too innocent to suffer her parents' sins. The other two and even the boy she'd bring back later were old enough to someday get themselves free somehow.

Staiwen accepts Jerica's gold and roughly wrenches the babe from her mother's arms, despite her struggling and begging him not to take her.

Jerica takes the squalling babe with a grimace of disgust twisting her mouth. Jerica holds the infant as though she'd never held one and, saying nothing to reassure the mother, turns and leaves. How bad can a baby be?

Rowen oocly *laughs* Awesome..an assassin who can't concentrate cos the baby kept her up all night. I think we are going to have fun with this rp.