Sowing the seeds of hatred [Memory] [Solo]

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Kirrah
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Sat Aug 10, 2019 7:30 pm

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Kirrah was carefully going through the list of product she had to acquire. She ought to have made her purchase in Old Rose Harbor is possible, but somehow some rare products were “too legal” to appear on the local apothecaries’ display, mostly because there was nobody interested in those very specific reagents. As for those, like Kirrah, that actually ended up needing them, they could always send an errand boy to Viendra, or in Kirrah’s case, sending an errand Kirrah.

Kirrah didn’t mind too much Vienda as long as she kept to the human part of the city. Most couldn’t identify her as a passive, as for those that did, they considered most likely that she was just some slave sent to run errand by a Galdor.

Unluckily for Kirrah, half of the things she needed were not available in one shop only, as for running around the city and trying her luck shop after shop, it was something she wanted to avoid, especially since some of those establishment were in the Galdor part of the city and she would sooner be caught dead than setting foot there.

Even if Kirrah’s cases was slightly peculiar, not wanting to run around the city blindly was common, and most shop offered services to gather all their client reagent list in one big order, at the price of some additional coins for the offered service.

Kirrah calculated swiftly that buying all of those, even accounting for the extra price, was still well within her means, as she didn’t seek anything incredibly pricey either. Her business was running smoothly, and most those regents would be, in the end, sold as finished product for a profit. As for those wasted in experiment, it was an unavoidable investment of her art would stagnate like most apothecary one could find on the market, content with their profitable business and not seeking anything more out of the great art of Chemistry.

Kirrah finally exited the shop, happy with her purchased, even if the actual transaction wouldn’t be concluded until one week later which she would have to spend at the inn she reserved a room at.

She then exited the store, back into the merchant street, but suddenly froze.

She ended up right in front of a group on young Galdori masters, visibly cruising into the lower part of the city to distract themselves at the expenses of the less fortunate than themselves.



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Sun Aug 11, 2019 11:03 am

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Kirrah panicked slightly. Making out of reflex, a jump in the other direction to avoid bumping into them. It was kinda sad for someone as proud has Kirrah to have this deep fear branded into her, but she couldn’t helped it : Galdori were synonymous with bad news, and while on her home turf at Old Rose Habor she could manage, here, in Vienda, she couldn’t prevent herself from feeling like she’d just stepped into a serpent nest.

The three young lords turned their eyes on Kirrah, smiling viciously. The leader of the trio started speaking:

- And here we are! Happily enjoying a sunny day, in some good mood, gracing the plebe with our presence, and somehow this “thing” had to spoil it for us. It seems fitting to teach it a lesson.

Kirrah sent a shiver going through her spine. She got too close to the three young aristocrats, and felt their field wash over her, dispelling any doubt about them knowing what she was.

Kirrah stood up, trying to bluff her way out of this:

- I’m sorry Misters, I was only here to run an errand for my master and I’ll be on my way.

One of the young lords, not willing to let it go, pressed her:

- Oh? And which Master is this exactly? I’m sure we might know of him

Kirrah started hesitating in her panic: Damn, I’m such a bad liar.

- That what I thought …

Before Kirrah could react, one of them started chanting a spell, which materialized as a short burst of tearing force hitting Kirrah right on the stomach, bumping her into a side empty alley.

They then went back on their stroll, laughing loudly and leaving her for dead.

And dead, Kirrah might have been if not for a timely reflex when she saw him start his spell. By jumping herself, she vastly exaggerated the bumping motion, and also reduced how deep the spell hit her, safeguarding her organs.

When she looked down at her stomach though, it was still a sorry sight of mangled flash and muscle. She was bleeding heavily on the paved alley, nobody daring to come close to her in fear of angering the Galdori.

Kirrah whispered through her teeth:

– Bullies, cowards, none is worth redeeming.

Kirrah draw her body further into the alley, until she could lean against a wall, behind a corner.




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Tue Aug 13, 2019 6:15 pm

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Some people were witness of the scene, but all chose to take flight to avoid offending the Galdori. Kirrah was truly and simply abandoned, surrounded by so many people but rarely having felt so alone. Kirrah tore down the bottom part of her already ripped tunic, making the awful wound apparent. She said to herself with a self-mocking tone:

– It’s way more fun to experiment on others …

From what she was, it was only a “flesh” wound, but a very bad one. She picked her satchel and start browsing through the little things she had on hand.

She finally picked a few things and started with a small bottle she poured on the wound.

Kirrah whole body tensed, and she bit her lips to the point of blood when the extremely pure alcohol laced with copper flakes spread on her wound. She started crying silently, bearing through the searing pain. Even she offered her clients some anesthetic usually, but she couldn’t really afford to mess her own head right of now.

She then picked some powder she sprayed too on her wound. This one acted as a coagulant, helping her stop the excessive bleeding for now, but she still had to do something to let her wound close properly or she would bleed out on the street.

The last items on her list, she looked at with some dread in her eyes: A sharp scalpel to cut the mangled flesh, a sewing eel and some thread.

While there is record of people doing it since antiquities, there was nothing more gruesome than operating one own body. As a doctor, even a bad one, Kirrah learned to see the patient as a bag of flesh needing fixing, nothing more, but it was impossible when it was her own pale skin that she was cutting, the pain being a nice excruciating bonus to this equation.

Kirrah mind started to numb to the pain and the gore, doing stitches after stiches, like a sewing machine.

When she finally finished, her belly was crossed by a mean looking scar, the stiches making it even uglier. In all her life, it was the first time that Kirrah was wounded with bad. A wood that would definitely let her scared for life.

The pain, the fear the anger, all came at once as she was bandaging the wound with some copper flakes sprayed on it, and she burst into some soft sob, crying her emotional shock away.



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Wed Aug 14, 2019 12:27 pm

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Kirrah got pulled from wailing in her own misery buy a small purring sound. She opened her eyes to see a small dirty kitten rubbing his head against her hand. Somehow Kirrah couldn’t prevent herself from letting go a laughing sob out of this circulation, before petting back the kitten.

- You probably know it already, but you’re a much better person than all of those pretentious human and Galdori alike.

The cat seemed hungry, so Kirrah fetched him some dry meat she kept when she was traveling. The kitten seemed happy with the sentiment, but not that much with the dry meat that was a real challenge to chew for him. But far from complaining, he just lay down next to Kirrah leg while waging an epic war with the irreducible treat.

Kirrah mind finally let go, falling asleep against the wall in the dry afternoon.

She was woken up a few hours later but the kitten hissing violently.

She barely opened her eyes, seeing some human thug coming at her, and chasing the kitten with a kick.

The kitten dodged with graceful agility, still pretty pissed at the newcomer.

- Piss of kitty. I’m not interested in you, and way more by this hot piece of ass.

The day just kept on getting better for Kirrah. She was still weakened by the blood loss, not that she could wrestle away a street thug even at her peak performance.

The man started leaning unto her, one hand on Kirrah shoulder, pining her down, and the other caressing her cheek.

- I’m not one for fucking corpses, but you make a lovely one missy despite not being quite dead yet.

Kirrah lift her arm, pressing her palm against his chest in a motion to push him back, which made the thug laugh even harder, pressing back to show her how futile it was. That was though, until he felt a stinging pain in his heart, as Kirrah hidden blade had pieced into his chest when the passive triggered it.

The man looked down at the flower of blood blooming on his chest, and merely muttered in total astonishment:

– Bitch …

Before falling on the side, the life already sapping out of his eyes.

Kirrah used the extra adrenaline to muster the courage to stand up. Her whole body still felt weak and aching, but at least it seemed her stitches were holding up, and she wasn’t feverish, meaning it wasn’t infected, at least yet. She waved good by to the cat before slowly walking into the street.



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Sat Aug 17, 2019 3:52 pm

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Kirrah then spent a feverish night in the common inn she had booked a room in. She woke up the next morning, finding that the stiches had hold, and there was no trace of infection yet. She was still weak and moving was painful, but she seemed on the way to a full recovery. Moving hurt, but it might not be a bad thing to keep the flesh mobile to stimulate a cleaner and more flexible scar tissue.

She still had a strong headache from the loss of blood, but the feeling on hunger was a good sign her body was working on solving the issue.

She stood up and walked into the commons to order some food. It came as a heavy stew, laced with meat, potatoes, and other very nutritive vegetables, something common among the rabble, but exactly what she needed right now.

She started digging in with caution, trying not to upset her own stomach after what she went through.

When she was eating, she heard some townsfolks speaking at the bar:


– I can’ tak’it. Those gollies acting as if they’re the kings of the place. Last night they kicked us out cause we “wain’t smelling good’ enough for them”. It’s a darn brothel for god sake.

The other guys answered, much more careful:

– Ssssssh ! Don’t get us in trouble over some shit brothel of yours. We can always go to another.

The first dude, a bit tipsy and angry, answered:

– The Blue Rose might be some tiny business, but it’s no shitty! They have some … unusual goods too. But those three fuckers, acting as if they own the street on which they pee on.

This tiny bit of conversation ticked into Kirrah’s mind. She wasn’t some world class detective, but three gollies cruising the dives and acting like they were kings loaded with money somehow rung a bell. She gnashed her teeth in cold anger: Those looser, not even proper by any galdor standard, had let her for dead, just for the fun of it. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one they despoiled along the way. With how stupid they acted, it was bound to be some angry fucker shiving them for the count at some point, but Kirrah somehow wasn’t satisfied by this: They own her a debt of blood, and she intended to collect in full, plus interest.


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Sat Aug 17, 2019 7:42 pm

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Kirrah found without any difficulty this "Blue rose". It was actually more of a hostess bar than a true brothel. Kirrah had to admit it was sort of cozy, as she crept in a corner at a table, her whole head covered under her hood. While it wasn’t the majority, other clients like her hid their identity, obviously wary of their indiscretion ever reaching the ear of their spouse.

One barmaid came to her, delivering her drink, and offering her the more carnal service of the place. Kirrah answered softly that she was still considering who to invite to her room for the night.

The woman raised an eyebrow at the feminine voice but got even hardier instead: Female costumer were rare, but for someone of her trade, it was a nice change of pace, and also some easy coin free of the risk of being beaten by dead drunk client.

Kirrah wasn’t exactly prepared for this, blushing slightly at the very direct attempt to seduce her. She cleared her throat and just said she was sort of new to the kind of establishment and still needed to think about it.

The woman harrumphed, but still winked at her before going to tend to another client waiting for his drink.

Kirrah then resumed her surveillance, watching closely the trio of obnoxious gollies occupying a whole third of the inn, with the owner of the establishment personally sucking up to them, sending girls after girls to their arms.

The man disgusted Kirrah: They said that all coins smell the same, but throwing his dignity like this to suck up to some teenagers, barely adults, that only treated him with contempt …

Kirrah raised her eyebrow when she heard the young lords asking for rooms to be prepared for them, with their best wine bottle: Here was her chance !

One of the barmaids went to fetch some bottle behind the bar and walked to the stairs. Using this opportunity, Kirrah went along, acting as if she herself had settled on a girl of joy.

She then followed the servant along the corridor, walking past her as if she went for one of the rooms further away when she stopped in front of a door.

The servant looked at her then shrugged: Weirdos not wanting to be recognized, and not even wanting people to know which girl they choose were legion. Kirrah waited at the end on the corridor, behind a corner, and watched the servant enter the rooms and put the wine. All door had a lock in place, but it was obvious the servant had a pass to enter any at their convenience.

Kirrah waited for the servant to have delivered all the wine bottle, when she walked by toward her, as if having exited her room. She stopped in front of her, acting inebriated, and start asking her if she was up to some action while touching her.

The servant, visibly used to this kind of trade, push her back gently and just said her shift tonight was to handle refreshment, but she could be back tomorow, and then walked of.

Kirrah smiled, spinning the key she just lifted around her finger.





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Sun Aug 18, 2019 1:18 pm

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Kirrah then took turn visiting each bedroom. Each had one bottle of wine, unscrewed. Kirrah took a sniff at the content: Red wine, she smiled. Its strong taste was especially convenient to hide the taste of cyanide.

She hesitated a bit. The use of a deadly poison would likely hurt the girls too as it was likely they would share in the drinks, especially considering each bottle came with two glass.

Kirrah was stuck with this dilemma for a few long seconds. She finally put down the cyanide and instead chose a potent paralytic, pouring some in each bottle.

She sighed: She was still way too soft for either of her life, be it as Bad Brother, or her most hidden one as a resistance member.

She then prepared to exit the room, but stopped, as she heard steps in the corridor: Damn her hesitation, now she was too late!

She then chose to dart into the closet, praying that whatever those young lords had in mind, it didn’t include cleanly storing their coat on a hanger first.

Right after she hid, the lock clicked, and the main door opened. Kirrah could clearly hear the voice of one of the galdor, with what was obviously the giggle of an escort.

Now … she had to wait.

Happily for her, the arrogant young lord obviously didn’t had enough to drink yet, and they gulped down one glass each before jumping on the bed to fornicate. It didn’t take long before the giggles of pleasure turn into sore expression of pain and panic. They tried to weakly call for help, but even if they had the full used of their body right now, the room all had thick wall to avoid the clients being disturbed by the activities of others.

Kirrah finally exited her hiding spot, sliding toward the bed. She grabbed the shoulder of the galdor, and made him roll over, so that both he and the escort were facing her. Both were in a state of abject panic, having an hard time breathing.

She turned to the girl and just put a finger on her lips, the rest of her face covered by the mask she wore.

The girl started crying a little but eased a little, seeing a glimmer of hope to survive.

To the galdor though, she only smiled and took her dagger, starting by digging out his eyes, and then cutting his neck just deep enough so he would slowly feel himself bleed to death for a few minutes until his heart finally gave out.



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