Post by Darren wong (Bubbles) on Jan 10, 2020 13:21:19 GMT
see linked write up: thekantasexpanse.boards.net/thread/1085/sleeping-fishes-mines-control-stedd
In the aftermath of battle with the horde of Harpies, the stench of fire and brimstone still clung to Bubbles’ white flowing kaftan and hair. “I can’t believe that demon summoning actually worked”, she thinks to herself. Though she will never admit that the battle of wills between her and the demon had tested and nearly broken her. Though something did bother her, that demon of pain and malice almost seemed to smirk as she commanded him back to its corner in the foul depths of hell – like the creature knew something. Best to shrug it off…
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The chilly early morning Port’s air tickled Bubbles face as she wandered back into town, the familiar whiff of fish bringing a smile to her face. She makes her way back to the shop to meet her friends post adventure to regale each other of daring feats and plot for the takeover of the a particular pawn shop. Just the usual quality time with friends. She’s the first one there so she waits patiently, day dreaming, like most 16 year old girls do, of the beautiful things that might be.
The hours pass, the sky darkens. No one shows. “Strange”, she thinks. Bubbles decides to head to bed and as usual says a silent prayer to whatever powers there may be to grant her a dreamless sleep. Blissful dreamless sleep.
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Sometime in the late morning, an unusually dishevelled Faye walks in. “oh, did you get turned down by Varis again? I told you, you just come on abit too strong, you gotta….”, Bubbles is interrupted by a “he’s dead”.
“who’s dead?”
“Stedd”, Faye whispers.
A sudden cold grips Bubbles heart, but then she giggles, “oh, you almost got me there. Where is that idiot anyway?”
“No, he’s really dead. He’s gone. I’m sorry”, Faye says with a blank stare.
“OMG, please, if he thinks hes going to get out of our language lessons so easily, hes got another thing coming. He could at least have sent you here with a believable excuse like he’s been turned into a cat or something. Why would you even help him get out of…”, Bubble trails off finally recognising the shell shocked look of despair on Faye’s face.
“what? No. No. NO! How?! NO! You were supposed to protect him! Were you making deals and not keeping him safe?! What have you DONE?! No, I don’t want to hear it. Get out! GET OUT!”, tears streaming down her face Bubbles shoves Faye out of the shop door into the street. Bubbles follows Faye and also steps outside. The air turns cold and the light around her seems to dim right before she lets out a baleful scream so full of sorrow that those not in the immediate vicinity duck into homes in fear of an approaching banshee. The scream pierces through the air shattering the “Faybles” shop signage above the door, and it crumbles to the ground around her. Bubbles sinks to her knees on the ground and sobs, while Faye slinks away into the shadows of a nearby alley.
A concerned passerby puts an gentle hand on her shoulder which she immediately slaps away, the sobbing suddenly cuts short, and when she lifts her head it would have been hard not to notice a new hardened steel look in her eyes. She gets to her feet, brushes the dirt off her white kaftan causing the light jingling of unknown possessions underneath. Bubble turns and strides wordlessly back into the backroom of the shop where she keeps her belongings. “This is where Bubbles dies”, she says to herself as she rips apart the kaftan.
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Stedds funeral was the next day. It was an afternoon he would have enjoyed, the sun was high and bright, seagulls squawking overhead, hugeschools of fish jumping in the distance visible from the shore. It was being held on a quiet stretch of coastline outside of town. Stedd was laid out on wooden boat in his full armour polished to a mighty shine, his trusty sword laid across his body with arms on its hilt. A heros pose. A warriors pose.
One by one the small crowd that has gathered goes up to pay their final respects. BB refreshes the already overflowing blanket of flowers around Stedds legs; Greebo’s furry paw placed on the boat in a silent goodbye; a dark robed Wil places a bottle of dark liquid beside the body with a sad look of nostalgia in his eyes; Menace softly regaling his favourite Stedd story to the gathered lot; high up on a cliff hidden away from the crowd a single lone slender figure stands looking out onto the body on the shore whispers “enchante, adieu” then disappears out of sight.
A hand with fingers that have been stained with red dye gently touch and caress the side of Stedds face, straightens his hair, and places a bottle of wine beside him. A light kiss placed on his forehead.
This female is wearing a high necked blood red leather skintight catsuit that covers all apart from her face and hands, small delicate silver links of chain hang and criss-cross over her body that gentle rings as she moves. She also wears a black piece of chiffon material that covers half her face below her eyes. In dwarfish she says “duag kag lejjvil dieg svargon ned tirhil dieg …err… fishing rod… berna, olorhir drogakknarig”, before she pushes Stedds funeral boat out into the sea, out towards the direction of the dancing fish in the distance. She waits for the boat to head some distance away before she abruptly raises her arms straight into the sky and clenches her fist. Immediately dozens of black tentacles bursts out from the sea gripping the boat and the precious cargo it contains pulling it under the surface of the water.
The figure turns back to face the crowd, and says “I am Lillith. And I will have blood”.
In the aftermath of battle with the horde of Harpies, the stench of fire and brimstone still clung to Bubbles’ white flowing kaftan and hair. “I can’t believe that demon summoning actually worked”, she thinks to herself. Though she will never admit that the battle of wills between her and the demon had tested and nearly broken her. Though something did bother her, that demon of pain and malice almost seemed to smirk as she commanded him back to its corner in the foul depths of hell – like the creature knew something. Best to shrug it off…
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The chilly early morning Port’s air tickled Bubbles face as she wandered back into town, the familiar whiff of fish bringing a smile to her face. She makes her way back to the shop to meet her friends post adventure to regale each other of daring feats and plot for the takeover of the a particular pawn shop. Just the usual quality time with friends. She’s the first one there so she waits patiently, day dreaming, like most 16 year old girls do, of the beautiful things that might be.
The hours pass, the sky darkens. No one shows. “Strange”, she thinks. Bubbles decides to head to bed and as usual says a silent prayer to whatever powers there may be to grant her a dreamless sleep. Blissful dreamless sleep.
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Sometime in the late morning, an unusually dishevelled Faye walks in. “oh, did you get turned down by Varis again? I told you, you just come on abit too strong, you gotta….”, Bubbles is interrupted by a “he’s dead”.
“who’s dead?”
“Stedd”, Faye whispers.
A sudden cold grips Bubbles heart, but then she giggles, “oh, you almost got me there. Where is that idiot anyway?”
“No, he’s really dead. He’s gone. I’m sorry”, Faye says with a blank stare.
“OMG, please, if he thinks hes going to get out of our language lessons so easily, hes got another thing coming. He could at least have sent you here with a believable excuse like he’s been turned into a cat or something. Why would you even help him get out of…”, Bubble trails off finally recognising the shell shocked look of despair on Faye’s face.
“what? No. No. NO! How?! NO! You were supposed to protect him! Were you making deals and not keeping him safe?! What have you DONE?! No, I don’t want to hear it. Get out! GET OUT!”, tears streaming down her face Bubbles shoves Faye out of the shop door into the street. Bubbles follows Faye and also steps outside. The air turns cold and the light around her seems to dim right before she lets out a baleful scream so full of sorrow that those not in the immediate vicinity duck into homes in fear of an approaching banshee. The scream pierces through the air shattering the “Faybles” shop signage above the door, and it crumbles to the ground around her. Bubbles sinks to her knees on the ground and sobs, while Faye slinks away into the shadows of a nearby alley.
A concerned passerby puts an gentle hand on her shoulder which she immediately slaps away, the sobbing suddenly cuts short, and when she lifts her head it would have been hard not to notice a new hardened steel look in her eyes. She gets to her feet, brushes the dirt off her white kaftan causing the light jingling of unknown possessions underneath. Bubble turns and strides wordlessly back into the backroom of the shop where she keeps her belongings. “This is where Bubbles dies”, she says to herself as she rips apart the kaftan.
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Stedds funeral was the next day. It was an afternoon he would have enjoyed, the sun was high and bright, seagulls squawking overhead, hugeschools of fish jumping in the distance visible from the shore. It was being held on a quiet stretch of coastline outside of town. Stedd was laid out on wooden boat in his full armour polished to a mighty shine, his trusty sword laid across his body with arms on its hilt. A heros pose. A warriors pose.
One by one the small crowd that has gathered goes up to pay their final respects. BB refreshes the already overflowing blanket of flowers around Stedds legs; Greebo’s furry paw placed on the boat in a silent goodbye; a dark robed Wil places a bottle of dark liquid beside the body with a sad look of nostalgia in his eyes; Menace softly regaling his favourite Stedd story to the gathered lot; high up on a cliff hidden away from the crowd a single lone slender figure stands looking out onto the body on the shore whispers “enchante, adieu” then disappears out of sight.
A hand with fingers that have been stained with red dye gently touch and caress the side of Stedds face, straightens his hair, and places a bottle of wine beside him. A light kiss placed on his forehead.
This female is wearing a high necked blood red leather skintight catsuit that covers all apart from her face and hands, small delicate silver links of chain hang and criss-cross over her body that gentle rings as she moves. She also wears a black piece of chiffon material that covers half her face below her eyes. In dwarfish she says “duag kag lejjvil dieg svargon ned tirhil dieg …err… fishing rod… berna, olorhir drogakknarig”, before she pushes Stedds funeral boat out into the sea, out towards the direction of the dancing fish in the distance. She waits for the boat to head some distance away before she abruptly raises her arms straight into the sky and clenches her fist. Immediately dozens of black tentacles bursts out from the sea gripping the boat and the precious cargo it contains pulling it under the surface of the water.
The figure turns back to face the crowd, and says “I am Lillith. And I will have blood”.
