Report post Posted February 15, 2019 Slowly, she made her way to the port they call "Sarim". She passed by a group of 4 travelers, an old man, a decrepit old mage, and two...people that were wearing cloaks, one of which wore a mask. It took some time, but it wasn't long that she found herself in this...Sarim. Asking around greedily for Jikdur, he was nowhere to be found. There was, however, one guy who provided her with information she so desired for a small price. "Yea, I saw him. Wuzzit to ya?" the man in chains asked from behind his iron bars. "I...I must defeat this Jikdur. If it's the last thing I do, I must defeat Jikdur." "Heh. Guh luck wizzat, lass." He slammed against the bars as if he was trying to scare me. "I tried an' failed miserably, an' now I'm in here." He grinned psychotically. "You, uhh. You let me out and I'll lead you to Jikdur." She folded her arms in front of her chest and frowned, the scar on her cheek stretched out further. "Even where I'm from, we know that men who are chained and locked behind bars aren't there because they deserve to be among the living. What did he look like when you last saw him?" Terrified, the man stared at her for a moment before spilling his guts. " Last I saw him he looked like some old man, that was nearly on his deathbed, he wore all black robes." A memory flashed through her mind. The memory of a decrepit old man traveling with a group of travelers. "Very well. You can take this bastard back to his cell." She said to the guards on her way out. 'It's the way she goes, I guess. The way she fuckin' goes.' She thought. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
