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 THERE'S A HOLE IN THE WORLD, ;; Cahira
Idris verch Rhonwen
 Posted: Mar 19 2018, 12:51 PM
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Chaos was hardly something to be remarked on in the Underground.

Idris knew that well enough from her visits here in the past. Over her two score and change years exploring and adventuring through the corners of Eudocia, she had been to the Underground in many roles and guises. These had included everything from hero to, during one memorable stint, grief-besotted drunk challenging anyone and everyone to bare-handed fist fights in the arena. She was still recognized from those days by a few veterans, and though she accepted their greetings pleasantly enough she didn't enjoy the reminder.

Today's mission was far more mundane, at least on the surface. She was in this seamy, bustling hub, fingers firmly guarding her purse, for supplies. She worked with her fellow Caldonians whenever she could, and they could provide more than many of the other remaining kingdoms, but not everything. That was what she would tell anyone who asked.

She was also using the cover of that very real and practical goal to find people. Anywhere people massed in groups like those in the dark, smoky tunnels of the Underground, conflicts would arise. Every conflict bore within it the seeds of the roles she sought. Not all of them bore fruit, of course; some were just mindless clashes between equally brutish, selfish people. But sometimes there were victims, and sometimes there were heroes.

It took a practiced ear to pick up on something unusual in all the hurlyburly, but Idris's ear was that when it came to this place. She heard a noticeable swell in the surrounding noise, a hum and buzz of agitated voices coming from just around the corner. Most of them were low and harsh, but at least one sounded high. The woman picked up the pace of her steps, shouldering roughly past those in her way as the sounds ratcheted up in intensity, that higher voice--a woman's, she was pretty sure now--growing in volume. When she saw a knot of people, their backs turned towards her, and everyone else around the group studiously ignoring it, she loosened her sword in its scabbard, just enough to make sure it was ready and show the sliver of bright blade.

"Hey!" Her voice carried clearly, something like a bull's bellow. She kept pushing through, emerging just behind that wall of backs. "What's all this?"

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Mar 21 2018, 09:42 PM
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Cahira hadn't truly wanted to come into the Underground. It bustled with activity and with unsavory folk who she would rather not rub shoulders with. But she had come in need of a bit of repair to her armor, and her daggers could use sharpening on a proper stone rather than the one she carried with her. So she had come into the settlement. Carefully she controlled the empathy that she had been plagued by all her life, closing out all but the strongest of feelings. Her purse was hidden, and unlike in most settlements, she didn't change out of her armor at all.

The blacksmith she found was quite happy to help repair her armor, for a price, of course. She wrinkled her nose at the memory of the greedy man as she walked away. He was honest, at least, but greedy. Stiff as a rod, she moved through the crowd with annoyance all but radiating out from her at having to be among this place. It rankled at her nerves, and she began to understand what her mother had dealt with, why she had chosen to be a hermit out in the middle of the mountains rather than deal with the confusion that plagued her in cities. Once she had thought her mother weak. Now the young woman began to understand. To have everyone's emotions beating at you constantly until you couldn't tell who's was who's was maddening.

Among the din she felt something that caught her attention fully. A woman's voice raised, and a spike of terror and anger stabbed through everything. For a brief moment, she was flung back to the moment of her sister's trauma, of her own, and then she strode forward with a single-minded purpose. Roughly, she shoved people out of her way, shouldering them with armor, and all but bulldozing a path through where the crowd had gathered around... something.

Even as she dimly heard Idris' voice calling out her question, Cahira shoved her way through the last of the crowd coming upon the scene. A woman in her mid twenties was on her knees, her simple dress ripped down one shoulder. A bruise was already blossoming upon her cheek, and the man who had struck her was all to obviously towering over her. Terror crashed over Cahira in waves, met with her own fury and driven away by her discipline as turned her focus upon the man. His emotions came to her. Anger, and insult. Dark on the surface and darker underneath. His lips were twisted in a sadistic grin. She didn't wait to dig deeper into his emotions. That would come soon enough. First, she needed to get the woman out.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, moving swift and smooth as if a snake were striking. There was no need for a blade just yet. She drew back one hand and slammed a gauntlet covered hand out in a backhand, sending the man stumbling back a few paces, more in surprise than from her strength. One hand settling gently to the woman's shoulder, her stance of protectiveness was all too clear, and her voice rang out in that manner than only those used to holding authority managed to do regularly. "Just what is going on here then?"
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Idris verch Rhonwen
 Posted: Mar 25 2018, 04:14 PM
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Idris was coiling herself up, furling in like a thundercloud preparing to break into a rattling boom and flash of sky-fire. Whatever had captured this crowd's attention, it was apparently enough that her voice was insufficient to disrupt their momentum, and she was preparing to use force, feeling only a slight twinge of regret at that decision.

Another voice suddenly cut through the chaos, though, and she pulled herself up short, quickly snapping the sword back into its sheath with a muffled click. Idris shoved her way closer, not yet bursting into the circle but able now to see inside it, just one ring of backs between her and the action instead of the several person deep shell that had surrounded it at first. She saw the woman who must have spoken, standing strong, proud, and protective over another woman, and an angry man holding one hand to his face in an awkward, half-caught stance just a few feet away, eyes boring furiously at her.

Idris squinted at the woman on the ground, and groaned internally when she saw the recent marks of a collar on her neck. Almost certainly a freshly-bought slave, then, or at least recently enough that the marks from her storage and treatment on the ships hadn't faded yet. She had no compunctions about liberating what some people thought of as their "property" from its rightful owners when that property was a living, hurting human, but sometimes the person who'd spent good coin on it did. And sometimes they had sympathizers, others who benefited from the trade.

Sure enough, a curtailed flurry of motion behind the armored fighter caught her eye--another man, trying to sneak up on her from behind. Idris moved as quickly and quietly as she could through the crowd. Stealth had never been her strong point, but the knot of people was already loud and agitated, and no one noticed a little bit more jostling as out of the ordinary. She was soon behind the would-be attacker; and just in time, as he was sliding a small but functional knife of out his sleeve.

The knife clattered to the ground, ringing loudly on stone, and the man yelped a strangled gurgle of shock and surprise as Idris lifted him bodily off the ground by the throat, her armored forearm locked around his neck in a wrestler's hold. His legs kicked wildly, and he got in a few good blows to her knees and shins, but mostly her greaves and other plate absorbed them. She just felt the impacts on top of layers of steel and leather and cloth, and marked where she might have a few bruises in the morning.

She set her other hand against the side of his head, as if she might just give it a sharp shove in the wrong direction at any moment. Her face seemed almost placid, but her eyes burned with her elemental rage. She jerked her own head towards her fellow warrior, indicating to the first man who he should address.

"Answer," she said curtly.

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Mar 28 2018, 11:56 PM
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Cahira turned partly, her movements smooth as she heard the clatter of the knife upon the ground. But by the time her gaze met the scene, her silver eyes took in Idris already locking the would be attacker into a headlock. Her eyes met the other woman's for a brief moment, ice meeting fiery fury, and her head moved in the barest of nods. Her empathy soaked up a moment of the woman's righteous anger and caution, and then her gaze fell upon the man in the other warrior's arms. He was as dark as the first man.

She returned her attention to the first man, her eyes narrowing as one foot tapped in dramatic note of impatience as she waited for him to respond to her. The man glared, one hand upon his cheek where she had smacked him.

A moment longer of glowering, and the man straightened, showing himself quite a bit taller than Cahira, and his voice rumbled. "Bitch tried to run away. You should know better than to interfere between a man and his property." He stepped forward, but Cahira's cold glare held him at bay for a moment as she looked down at the woman she hovered over.

"Is this true, miss?" The woman seemed to shake, her terror continuing to raise righteous anger in her younger protector. With a fearful look at her attacker, she shifted to cling slightly to Cahira, shaking visibly. Pity and sympathy ran through her as the woman nodded, just a little, against her leg. Cahira had never approved of slavery, but it was still common in areas like the Underground, where less savory folks stayed.

Briefly, she looked over the crowd, feeling the tension as people waited, hoping for a fight to break out to entertain them. She shuddered slightly, trying to shake off the darkness of the crowd. As she looked back to the scum in front of her, she all but barked. "How much?"

He stared at her blankly and she barked again, more authoritatively as gauntlet covered fingers reached for her pouch. "How much, you worthless bastard?"

He straightened up and barked back then. "She ain't for sale. I paid good money for her-"

Cahira moved swiftly once again, slipping from the slave's grasp without trouble to grab the man's tunic and drag him down to her level by way of kicking one foot out from under him, slamming him down to his knee. Once again, her actions were helped by swiftness and the shock of them more so than her physical strength. Cold began to radiate from her, ice crystals forming around her hand first before they slid over her body and outward from her feet. Her voice was quiet, but the crowd had gone almost silent in the face of her willingness to take on someone so much larger than her. "Let me make this clear, scum. You can walk away with a few silver pieces and save me some trouble, or you can learn to live as a eunuch for the rest of your life once my ice reaches your manhood. Which would you prefer?"
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 Posted: Mar 31 2018, 08:21 PM
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The man in her arms had stopped struggling. Idris squinted at him out of the corners of her eyes as the other woman was bargaining with the first slaver, checking to make sure he was still alive and conscious. He was still breathing, and his eyes were open to narrow slits, watering slightly, but he was struggling--her steel-encased arm was tight around his throat, and almost all his weight was supported at that one vulnerable point.

Idris didn't relax her grip. If he lost consciousness she'd drop him and he'd recover soon enough.

The other fighter hissed a particularly vicious threat, and Idris didn't bother to hide her smirk, either, her lips splitting open into a hungry, white-toothed grin. She chuckled low and barely audible, but if anything tightened her grip, keeping her gauntleted hand firmly on the side of her victim's head.

There was a long, tense silence as the Ice woman's "offer"--if it could be considered that--was weighed. The man she'd struck glared furiously, gaze burning almost as bright as either of theirs. They slid between the creeping, potent ice on the ground and the thick, barely murmuring crowd around them, all the eyes that watched him and this moment and his choices.

Finally, he spat out a price--it was easily twice what he'd probably paid for the woman, but Idris took is as an admission of defeat anyway, at least for now. Tension slid from the air, though it still buzzed and crackled, and at least half the crowd remained, watching curiously for the denouement.

With a dull, muffled thudding sound, Idris brought her first up and slammed it down on top of the head of the man she'd been holding. He crumpled immediately to the floor as she released his throat, limp, but a quick check showed that his chest still rose and fell. A scrape of metal on metal marked her movements as the tall woman dropped into a squat, where she hauled up on the man's body, draping it over her shoulders.

She rose to her feet easily, carrying the unconscious brigand. Not as easily as she might once have done, but still smoothly to all outward appearances. A few strides and a hip check brought her to his seething friend, and she unceremoniously dumped the body at his feet.

"This one's yours, I think," she said, sounding almost cheerful, then turned on her heel. The other woman seemed to be more than able to deal with him--the former slave needed attention.

It was back to her knees, then, which protested only slightly as she lowered herself to the same level as the cowering girl. She didn't reach out to touch her, keeping her hands clearly visible and clearly to herself.

"Hey," she said, surprisingly softly. "We'll get you out okay, don't worry. What's your name?"

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Mar 31 2018, 10:43 PM
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The man stared at her, meeting her icy gaze with fury in his own. But she could feel him folding as he glanced towards the ice that was spreading along his collar and towards his feet now. Finally he spat out a number that Cahira knew was ridiculous. But it was enough for her to send him back to his own feet with a shove. Behind her she heard the thunk of Idris knocking out the man she held, and even as Cahira pulled her pouch out, beginning to count out coins. Amusement flared as Idris carried the second man up and dumped him at the first's feet, before the woman began to pay her attention to the slave.

Solid gauntlets tinked softly against the metal coins. One, two... with precision she counted out two thirds of the number he'd given her, and then tossed them to the ground in front of him.

As she took care of that, the slave girl flinched away from Idris initially before recognizing her as another kind face. She almost flung herself into Idris' arms, letting our a wracking sob for a moment as she clung to the woman.

Her former owner scoffed at Idris' question. "Bitch doesn't have a name. Slaves don't got need of - " He cut off suddenly as Cahira twisted her arm in a gesture, a spike of ice forming swiftly and rising between his legs. He stumbled backwards from the threat to his manhood. The warrior's voice was as cold as the fury she radiated. "You no longer get to speak for or about this woman. Ever. Take your coin and get out." She watched him as he moved a bit more cautiously, grabbing the man that Idris had felled and disappearing into the crowd.

The slave's voice came out ragged and choked "K-kate. My name's Kate."

Cahira looked around at the crowd, glaring at them until they began to disperse. Ice still crept around her boots and frosted her platinum hair, but her face was kind as she finally turned to look at Idris and Kate.

Her expression softened slightly as she looked at the slave girl, but she looked to Idris, and after a moment of hesitation, dipped her head in a nod, a bow to another of equal stature. "Thank you." She came a couple steps closer and offered a hand to Kate. "Come on then. We need to get some food and some proper clothes." She looked at Idris, making a small gesture that invited her along if she wanted.
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Idris verch Rhonwen
 Posted: Apr 5 2018, 06:23 PM
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Idris actually guffawed out loud at the gleaming icicle that suddenly surged towards the man's genitals, though she muffled her mirth when she realized she'd caused the slave--former slave, now--to flinch in fear. She kept her eyes on the exchange between the Ice woman and the slaver for as long as she could, though, savoring the fear and impotent fury on his face as he hauled his limp friend away.

She gave a tired but vibrant smile to the fighter as she turned to the two of them, returning her nod with one of her own--such a familiar gesture for their kind.

"Thank you," she said, holding firmly to Kate as the woman clung to her, rubbing in slow, steady circles on her back. Her gauntlet and vambrace caught occasionally at the thin fabric, and the leather straps couldn't have been the most comfortable of sensations, but it seemed to calm her some. "You handle yourself well. And I appreciate having someone else in here doing this kind of work."

Kate considered the other woman's hand for a long time, not moving at first. Idris slowly and carefully slackened her grip, watching her new ward. She felt a tendril of old hurt wriggle its way into a crack in the sun-hardened earth of her soul; somehow twenty years of seeing the worst of humanity didn't always stop it from getting to her. She could guess at some of the things that had happened to the girl between them, and she wished she didn't have such a clear image of what so many of those things looked like. An old part of her wished for the license to tear through like the Dragon Guard would've done before, hunting down every sinner and taking the pound of flesh they owed--but there were too many bad men, now, and not enough to stem their tide.

"C'mon now, Kate," she said, as softly as her voice would allow, though it had always been a little rough at the edges. Her brow furrowed, and she pulled her mouth slightly to the side in a curious crooked smile of sympathy. "You can rest soon." She almost held her breath as she watched the young woman gather herself, finding some inner steel that months of abuse hadn't melted down. She took the fighter's hand, and Idris gave her a slight assist upwards as she rose herself.

"Since we're trading names," she said to the ice woman, giving a light tap on her chest, "I'm Idris."

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Apr 6 2018, 01:28 AM
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Cahira could feel Kate's disbelief at her sudden rescue, and the nervousness, the worry that it wasn't true. Her expression softened even more as Idris encouraged her, and her touch was gentle as she helped the young woman to her feet. Gently, she supported Kate as Idris spoke once again, and a short, polite smile came upon her face. It didn't reach her eyes, and her voice was polite, but cool and short. "Cahira."

The platinum haired woman looked to Idris and then wrinkled her nose and sighed. "Do you know of a place we can get decent clothing and supplies, and perhaps an inn that is worth staying in for a night, Idris? I did not originally plan to stay, but as we all know, plans often change."

She waited for an answer before nodding and heading in a direction that the other woman suggested, vaguely remembering a sign for an inn in that direction. Hopefully it had good food and drink, and a place to bathe. She didn't need it, but Kate certainly would feel better after a bath and good food.

"Do you make a habit of joining into altercations, Idris?" She looked over at the other warrior.
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 Posted: Apr 8 2018, 09:14 PM
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The noise and bustle of the Underground swallowed them up remarkably quickly, given the starring roles they had until so recently in the place's entertainments. One might expect two heavily armored women accompanying a frightened, barely dressed girl between them to catch some attention, but by and large the denizens of this underworld paid them no mind. That was both the beauty and the curse of this place; everyone here was so wrapped up in seeking whatever they'd come here for, meeting whatever they'd identified as their need, that they didn't have time for the stories of others.

Idris chuckled a little at the question, softly, with a quirk of one side of her mouth that almost managed to look mirthful.

"Not as often as I used to," she said, stepping briskly over a drunkard sprawled in the main walkway. She glanced briefly down at him as she went, checking for signs of life, but didn't slow her momentum as they continued. "And the altercations are more the byproduct. Not that I especially mind them." That quirk opened itself out into a fuller grin, flashing sharp and hungry teeth. Idris turned down a relatively wide alley, restraining the long strides of her legs to make sure all three of them were still together. It was slightly quieter down here, but still busy, and though it wasn't elegant by any stretch of the imagination it was surprisingly clean. For the Underground.

"There was a group of women I used to work with, but...well. Now it's just me. Keeping an eye out."

She tilted her head curiously as she reached out for the door.

"And you? Is this just part of a day in the life?"

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Apr 13 2018, 12:05 PM
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Her pale eyes rested on Idris as the other woman spoke, leading the way with easy strides. She was obviously slowing to make sure that Kate and Cahira stayed close. Part of Cahira hated how easily the Underground swallowed them up, as though they hadn't just been in something that could've easily dissolved into a fight. But this was a place where such things didn't last long and people's memories were even shorter. The young woman shook her head before turning her attention to Idris as the woman asked her question.

"What? No. I just dislike when men hit women who cannot protect themselves. I step up when it happens." She followed Idris inside the inn, stepping from the quiet of the outdoors and into a different sort of quiet. The inn was filled with people but they weren't loud and rowdy the way many in inns were. Instead, they gathered in clusters, talking to each other over drinks and food. It was a rough looking crowd, some of them pretty, others of them looking like they'd spent their lives in the fighting pits.

There was a loaded moment of tension as they walked in, before Cahira felt recognition swing through the place towards Idris. Everything settled into easy companionship once again, though curiosity swamped her as several people looked her over. She felt vaguely uncomfortable at their scrutiny, but it merely stiffened her spine before she continued following Idris towards the bar. Her eyes scanned over the room. Every person in here could be a threat. They all certainly looked as though they could handle themselves.

Even the bard, playing a harp by the fireplace, his voice a rich baritone in the background as he sang, looked as though he was nearly six feet tall and rugged.The icy maiden sorted through the emotions that flooded the room, following each to its source as she guided along Kate with her. A flare of desire came so strong that her own body heated, cheeks flushing for a brief moment. Eyes wide, she searched for the emotion again, following it into one of the many shadowed corners of the large common room. There she saw two women sitting a little closer than she usually saw people sitting, their fingers entwined and one was whispering into the other's ear, a suggestive grin upon her lips.

After she saw one, it seemed as though they simply jumped out to her vision. Several of the shadowed corners contained similar pairs. They were not being blatantly public, but even holding hands was something she considered intimate. And that particular couple.. were they male? The love she felt certainly was not the platonic sort that came from one comrade of battle to another.

Shaking her head slightly, she shut out the emotions of the place, fixing her eyes upon Idris' back as she shoved all that she had seen so far into the back of her mind. If she didn't think about it, perhaps it wouldn't confuse her so. She quickened her steps slightly, nervous about just what sort of place this strange woman may have brought her to.
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