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It Could’ve Been Worse… Feat. Randall / Sarnai / Walks-In-Mud

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There was a point of time that going to Red Sun Inn was a pleasant experience. It was usually full of amusement, or even sorrow, but, usually amusement. As of late, the world of Hellifyno has been in total chaos. People fought wars.. ran for their lives… left the world completely by any means necessary. Pieces of the world vanished… time and space being torn apart. Thus, it was time to run…  

Sarnai, a once gentle, and vicious woman, who could skin a man alive just to watch him suffer, to see the fear in their eyes for fun… had fallen. She had succumb to sorrow, confusion, and hatred. She became a recluse for so long, and when the world flooded, she had conquered one greatest fear; ships. And, although she survived that hellish nightmare, she was still plagued.

That is, until a particular mercenary, a strong and well built man with a temper and personality that could drive most insane, had saved her. In such a manner, that, she realized, dying wasn’t the end after she had been resurrection. He took her in, helped her, offered her the hand she needed to scale out of the pit she had been tossed into. Light finally came back to her eyes, and they would glow with a brightness so vibrant, it nearly lit up her face with it’s aqua blue haze.

Then… the world suffered again… But the two were so blissfully unaware. The world was attacked, cities destroyed, and again, people ran for their lives. How cruel this world was, that no one could live peacefully!

They ran.. to a different world, for safety, to save children, to save themselves. Places can be rebuilt, but lives rarely come back. Sarnai was a rare occurrence, brought back by dark magic, one that caused her soul to have missing pieces, and a wound that would never truly heal through her heart.

Sarnai came back, to Hellifyno, on a whim, to see what she could see. It was chaos. The ground torn up, and death and destruction was heavy in the air. Yet still, there sat the inn… so magically beautiful and welcoming with its glowing lights. She had gone there, for a drink and to simply relax. Rather, she had every intention of trying to socialize. Until she socialized with an Argonian creature. This, she knew, one was once a friend, the very same one who brought her back to life. They were friends, and they spoke of things in confidence. But, little was explained of what should happen should she know certain details. One of which, the guild that belonged to the Argonians.

This had caused trouble, where she had no intention of causing it. A chase… a fight… and it led to the red haired tribal woman to fall from wounds and poison. Meanwhile, the Argonian left… leaving her behind, and taking the treasured seax knife of hers as a trophy.

She laid there, paralyzed from poison, and her wounds were deep. No matter what good she did, something would happen… something tragic… Something that would effect her way of life. All Sarnai wanted, was to be in peace, to enjoy the second life she was given. No… why would the cursed Fates of hers even allow such a thing to be thought.

Now… She lay in the woods of Persistence, or rather, what is still being reestablished. Blood loss was a deadly thing, and should she not put any pressure on such wounds, she would surely be done for. But, no matter how hard she tried to move, her vision would blur, and then darken before she would pass out again. The temporary poison had mostly left her, fading off to just a numbness, and she had gained a fragment of consciousness to pull herself across the ground, out of the bloody mud that had formed under her. But, even that little bit of movement was tremendously painful to her, and again, she fell limp on the ground.

–Walks-In-Mud

The argonian would slyly push open the door to the Library, his eyes glared upon the rows of books that lined the room like soldiers in formation, he grinned whilst slowly closing the door behind his grandeur. A sharp of teeth carried across his scaly lips whilst he walked over to a wall which contained a pinboard across its mass, it was filled with various missing pets, children, cattle. It didn’t matter much to him, he raised an arm and pulled out a scroll from his shoulder satchel and unrolled it, his black cloak hid his attire. Except for a seax that hung from his shoulder like a monsters head as his prize, His scaly tail swayed once, stricken from his thoughts with a shake of the head. “She’s probably gone, but lose ends and such.” He chuckled. Pulling a pin from his waist and pinned the scroll to the board before wondering off. The scroll looked to be a bounty poster, it details a red haired woman with tattoos that spanned her shoulder and arm, her eyes glowed a dim blue and there was a rough sketch below, it wasn’t precise but recognizable.

–Randall Wayne

The library doors would yet again be pushed open. A crisp and cool breeze flood the establishment for a brief moment. Just long enough the the 6’4 mercenary to step inside, giving the doors a soft backwards kick to shut them. Which apparently to the pumpkin head librarian was *too* loud. Receiving a stern and spiteful shushing. To which his hands briefly raised in mock surrender. The gesture causing his opened denim jacket to raise, revealing the belt adorned with a few small throwables and potions. As well as two sidearms on each hip and a decent sized hunting knife. “Clearly it’s been to long…” he muttered to himself, taking in the interior of the building that was formerly a tavern, then a circus. But it was Hellifyno, so not too much could shock him. Sweeping back chocolate brown locks, emerald greens were focused on the details. Clearly a man on a mission. And with a small glance to the bulletin board, he saw a rather interesting poster. With an interesting character who was putting them up. “What the fuck…..” the words low and drawn out with an almost shocked or impressed expression. Approaching the board to pluck the paper into his hands. Turning his head to the lizardfolk. Giving a brief once over of the stranger before tilting the paper towards him. “You know… Anythin’ about this woman on the poster? Or are just someone the contractor hired to put these up n’ about?” That rumble baritone questioned, eyes following the lines of the sketch just to see how accurate they were.

–Walks-In-Mud

The Argonians eyes glanced across the tremendous man that overshadowed him, The argonian considerably shorter had to tilt his head back a little. “I’m just a contractor, the guy posted the request and I’m leaving posters..but, for a man of your stature I’m willing to broker some information.. all for the price of free.” His sharpish teeth peered behind his stretched lips for but a moment. “I heard that she had attacked a man after an argument in the inn, seemed like two left but only one came back.. hasn’t been seen since, the guy who made the request seemed to be just a nosy peasant though.. I wouldn’t take the contract if i were you, big guy.” The argonian would nod and lean back against one of the book shelves, the clinking of metal against the wood could be heard though the shape of the handle might look familiar to the man, closer up the Argonians appearance could be made out a little better, the seam in his cloak revealed black leather armor adorned with bones of an unrecognizable animals and a pair of ivory daggers sat at his hips, not that typical courier attire to be sure.

–Randall Wayne

He still held onto the poster and seemed to blankly stare at it. Almost as if trying to imagine how the woman in the sketch getting into said situation. However the Argonian’s words snatched the man back to reality. “My, my…. with a discount like that, I’d think you’re hitting’ on me…” Randall briefly snickered at his own smart ass response, but took mental note of every word that left the reptilian’s scaled lips. Occasionally nodding to show he was listening. And once he was done the bearded man was quick to question. “Huh… I see. And only one left, huh? Were either o’ them injured in their little fight?” He asked, before giving him a playful shove of the shoulder to the shorter man. “C’mon, I’m sure that discount stretches to a couple o’ answers.” Of course, being on Hellifyno for all of his life, and being in the line of work for a good chunk of it, he was no amateur. Making sure his little joking push had a smidge of ‘umph’ to it. Watching how the Argonian reacted to check for any form of limp or unbalanced equilibrium to check if the supposed flyer boy was who he seemed. But that was answered as verdant greens spotted his attire beneath. Most importantly the blade over his shoulder when I clanged against the wall. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Keeping neutral yet friendly face. Ever the professional. From Hunter to Hunter?”

–Walks-In-Mud

“Y’know, I’ve got a reputation to uphold. If i go around spilling my guts to every maiden that walks through the door I’d probably have three wives by now but no, knowledge is power and power isn’t exactly cheap but as I’m a gentleman I wouldn’t mind telling you that there was a big explosion that happened within the forest that spans the view from the inn, some boys checked the the other day. Seems like someone dragged themselves from the ring then the tracks ended, but that’s all you’ll be getting from me.” The Argonians body twisted at the touch of his hand, his shoulder moving back to hit against the shelves but the Argonians hand had already grasped the handle of his dagger, it wasn’t draw but the outline of his hand could be seen pressed against the tightly fit cloak, his note about hunters caused him to smile as he reflected the word. “I only hunt animals, i wouldn’t hurt anything sentient of course.” He replied, suddenly returning to his more pleasant façade, Randall’s hand did cause the Seax to slip down his shoulder a bit, the handle becoming more visible, it seemed to be made of bone and rosewood but the Argonian quickly shrugged it back underneath him. “Other than that, you’ve got someone to hunt haven’t you good sir?”

Sarnai

It felt like forever since she had a full thought that wasn’t washed away with unconsciousness. Sarnai, covered in dried mud and very dried blood, pushed open the door to the library. Was it a library? Sarnai couldn’t tell, not that she would even know what one was. Her hand slid on the wooden door as she braced herself against it, looking around. She needed water, and something other than her scarf and moss to mend these wounds. Deep gashes were plain to see, at her thigh, deep and still bleeding, her left hip which equally bled freely from under the moss she had pressed against it. As the woman turned, the light caught the color of her hair, scarlet, with brass and silver beads braided in strands amongst loose hair. Her back, which had been perfectly fine since the last time anyone saw her, was now carved open in a long slash that went from left shoulder, to right midsection. All three were the downfall of her two days ago in the woods… all because she knew one word. Her eyes, on the other hand, were glowing a dim blue, not the normal bright and vibrant that they had been. This had a story behind it all… and she seemed like she was merely looking for shelter, rather than explaining, for the cold winds and air were biting. She had little feeling in her feet and hands, and her cheeks, under the mud, were chapped raw.

Randall Wayne

So you’re takin’ me for some maiden, ay?” Randall looked towards any passerby guest or perhaps an imaginary camera. Offering a wink and a whispered, “Still got it.” But back to the situation at hand. Listening to his description of an explosion. But the most information he hit from the exchanges was his reaction to his hand. The Argonian’s own limb reaching for what he could only assume was one of his blades. “I’m sure you wouldn’t hurt a soul….” Randall remarked with furrowed brows. Only to turn his head to face the form that fell into the Library. Of it didn’t take all that long to recognize just who it was. Red hair, agate blues, ghostly pale skin. But once the mercenary saw her current state, he seemed… to just stand the for a second. A quickly boiling rage building deep within the man that made him completely ignorant to his surroundings. Unable to hear or see straight. But finally, the on guard hunter’s final comment struck him. Causing Randall to shake his head and regain his composure for the briefest of moments to offer him a small smirk. “I do….” was all he said before a fist clenched and cocked back with such speed, Randall hardly knew what he was doing. But it was long until he let loose the meanest haymaker the Library has, and will ever see. A punch with such ferocious intent and power aimed straight for the head of the lizard man. Certainly enough to knock a grown man off his feet of his aim was true. Seemed all the built up anger was being let loose in a rather creative way.

Walks-In-Mud

The Argonian’s eyes had spilled over to the quite grubby looking woman, his nose turning up at her to act ignorant. “Peasants” he muttered, or would have if boulder of a fist hadn’t connected with his temple, causing him to almost fly aside head first, he was sent to the ground with an immediate thud that followed an outstanding silence for a moment, you could have cut the tension with a knife in those precious moments of regret, was it walking in the Library? Perhaps it was simply looking in the man’s direction which sparked this chain of events. The lizard laid still for a moment before his arms slowly moved inward to his chest, pushing away and allowing himself to get onto his hands and knees, wiping away at his temple before planting his forehead against the wooden planks, it was a slow recovery but Randall’s punch had really knocked the life from his body for a brief moment. “What the hell, you giant gnat!” He called out, slowly crawling to his feet with a small wobble. “I didn’t even do anything, you can have the bounty if that’s what you’re after!” The Argonian chuckled, shaking his head once and held out a set of fingers. “Still two.” He called, “You’ve got a good swing on you though, Mister Meat hooks or whatever your name was. though let’s be real, you put two and two together right? Lemme guess, it was my smile? His hands went to quickly brushing off the dirt from his attire whilst staring down the larger male.

Sarnai

Sarnai all but collapsed when she took her first step in, her eyesight blurry. It was hard to focus, all she wanted was something for her throat, and to dump on herself. The fire that she had leapt through, an explosive trap laid by a particular foe, had caused her to gain burns across her arms and some on her chest. Sure, she saw people, but, she couldn’t tell who they were. Even their voices were muffled, like she had her head underwater.. listening to someone yell from above. Her fingers gripped onto a frame of some sort, and the door closed behind her. Shelves? Why were there shelves? And what was that monstrous beast that barged through? All she could see was just… massive, and angry. Sarnai tried to focus, but her arm slipped on the shelf, sliding, and her legs gave out from underneath her. It wasn’t that there was pain, at least, not that she could feel at the moment, it was the cold numbness and lack of anything for nearly two days that had her falling down. Or, was it the wounds? She was pale, naturally pale, but at this very moment, she was even more frightfully pale. That, was a sign of blood-loss. Sarnai tried again, bracing her elbow against a shelf, and pulled herself up. At least it was warm in here, she thought. “Zügeer l … us …” she muttered in a hoarse voice, scratchy and barely a whisper. Water.. simply water was on her mind. Then, it was shouting. Angry and fighting sort of shouting. But, she couldn’t make it out. Someone falling, she could tell, dark clothing, but no other details. Sarnai pulled herself up taking in quick and short breaths as the gash across her back was far worse than she had thought it was.

Randall Wayne

A brief shake of the hand after the punch was seen. Seems the ridges of the Argonians skull hurt his fingers a tad. But the impact was shrugged off. Taking back a normal stance as he slowly recovered from the strike. “It was your shit fuckin’ story…. I wasn’t born yesterday….” but once again, his gaze briefly went to Sarnai once more. And as if he couldn’t care less, he turned his back upon the lizard. Perhaps being cocky? Or perhaps showing how little an attack from behind would affect him? Regardless, he would raise a finger as if to say “give me a minute.” Once beside the injured woman, he would crouch. Plucking a scarlet red tincture from his belt. Uncorking the bottle to carefully have her drink the liquid. It tasted like… room temperature metal. “Give it a few minutes….” he muttered. And although slow, the properties of the potion were affective. At least staving off injuries for a small bit. She would notice bleeds slowly beginning to clot, cuts closing little by little. But he couldn’t linger on tending to her for too long. And if he was uninterrupted, he would simply tilt his head back to the Argonian. “Now…. care to change that story? Or ‘ave any more ‘powerful information before I beat you… to the fuckin’… dirt.” His final fee words a growl through gritted teeth as he slowly stood to face him. Meeting his stare fully.

Sarnai

Sarnai’s vision focused as a tall figure stormed towards her. Well, stormed would be wrong in her bleary mind, it was a saunter. Her body leaned forward, fingers clutching the edge of a book shelf, and her eyes squinted, trying to see better. “…Randall?” She asked, her throat scratchy as she asked, making sure she was seeing who she thought she did. Never did her mind feel more at ease when she watched him move, assuring her he was indeed there. Although, what he removed and held up to her mouth was something she wasn’t too keen on. Her hand raised up, taking the bottle and looked at it. Potion.. She had one before, and it tasted like absolute crap. The liquid quickly washed over her tongue, and the taste was intensely horrible! Her face twisted in disgust, and she coughed. Why couldn’t magic taste better? The scarlet haired woman swallowed the rest of it down, and nodded her head as Randall had told her to give it a few minutes. What was a few more minutes? She had already survived almost two days with these injuries… what was the worst that could happen? A book fall on her head? Sarnai watched him leave, returning to whatever conversation he was having. What was happening? She wanted to get closer,

Walks-In-Mud

“I’ve got a little more information for you, Oh how she looked draped against the floor like a mud soaked carpet. Or maybe you’d prefer to hear the tale about how she’s not completely right..” The Argonian paused with a chuckle, rising to his feet with little more than a grumble. Raising a finger to his temple. “She’s not right in here, ay? Oh boy, you should’ve seen her freaking out.” The Argonian’s hand immediately fell back to his sides, his smile growing ever so much with each sentence, he wasn’t about to attack this man straight out of the box. Especially since that punch hit pretty hard, considering his leathery hide it shouldn’t have knocked him down like it did. “So I’ll go out on a limb, by the way you look after her..haha, is she your mistress? You’re her knight in shining armor is suppose, muscle to fit.. so what is it you’re after, are you gonna kill me for touching your precious little pet?” The Argonian was pissed internally, fuming at the thought of letting Randall get away with such a punch and his kind persona was cracking at the seams to reveal someone less kindred with humanities whims.

Randall Wayne

Oh the snarky remarks of the lizard man was more than amusing. Some of his comments getting a few chuckles out of him. But he could tell that what Sarnai’s attacker lacked in size was most likely made up for in cunning or skill. And a rather colorful personality. But the man wouldn’t address much of it. He just didn’t feel like it. But he would get one thing straight. “Kill you? No, no… I’m gonna skin ya alive. I need a new pair o’ shoes!” He grinned a wicked and sadistic grin. Taking slow and heavy steps towards Walks-In-Mud. Not caring for whatever it was the was between them. Whether it be chairs, tables, or people. “…and like any pair o’ snakeskin…. you gotta break it in.” And just as the last chair got in his way, he quickly lifted the piece of furniture over his head and launched it towards the Argonian. Giving him something to react to while he charged at him. Aiming to grapple the Argonian against the nearest wall or bookcase.

Walks-In-Mud

“In your state I’m surprised you can even tell the difference between a snake and a lizard.” The Argonian would slowly peddle back against the floorboards as the male charged, his feet slowly gaining in pace before taking a sudden corner to dodge the flying chair, he started jogging back between the isle of books. “Oh, c’mon big guy.. if you wanna hit me you’ve gotta try harder than the furniture.” He unclipped his cloak at last, the black mass hit the floor and he could finally stretch his arms properly. He was wrapped in a black leather tunic, his shoulders and arms were lined with bones woven through the fabric to create a sort of reactive armor, his pants faired the same way except they were wrapped in belts to which numerous glass orbs of different types, he pulled one from the twine that attached the two. It was a green gaseous orb that had a skull marked on the green label, The argonian waved it out In front of him before throwing it back over the shelves towards Sarnai, the red headed mutt that walked..or rather crawled in. “Your pet or me?” He called.

Sarnai

Sarnai was nearly oblivious, and the one thing that saved her was that she was watching the movement of the two. It wasn’t until that glass ball crashed into a case not but a foot or so from her did she realize it was actually quite dangerous. Sluggishly, Sarnai leaned away. The cloud forming quickly upon exploding. Not only was it a gas cloud, but, the glass itself shattered and shot like shrapnel. She leaned a little too far to the right, falling over while trying to crawl away. That potion was just starting to kick in, she could feel it. At least the blood would clot. But, the cloud was much faster. Anyone near her, in a good five foot, and soon to be ten, would smell the potent gas. Breathing it in was nothing but scorching pain, lungs unable to withstand it, throat coating in it’s horrible chemicals. Sarnai coughed, her hip, where a wound was deep, made her even slower. The gas crept quickly, and soon engulfed her as she crawled with one hand and one knee, her body balancing on her elbow as she covered her nose and mouth. It already was in her lungs, but the longer she was there, the worse it was. Taking in a deep breath, Sarnai put her strength into her foot and lunged forward, gaining a few feet away from the quickly forming cloud. She sprawled on the floor, her body taking out a chair and shoving a table to the side. If this was a bomb, in a glass bottle… she recognized it. That Argonian… It was him- and he just so happened to be here when she was searching for a place to be safe for the time being.

Randall Wayne

With Randall’s weight and speed, the momentum nearly had him miss the turn into the bookshelf aisle. But, by gripping onto one of them, he managed to catch himself. About to continue his chase. Only to see the green gaseous orb. Stopping in his tracks and holding his hands near his own hips. And of course he hardly had much say once he saw it lobbed over a shelf. But yet again, just as he felt seeing Sarnai injured, the thought of it nearly pushed him over the edge. But he would straighten his posture. Coming to his answer rather quickly. “Gun.” Was all he said, and with the same speed his punch had, one of his pistols were unholstered from his hip. A large hand cannon by the looks of it. Fanning the hammer twice to fire two rounds. Each aimed for both of the Argonian’s legs. It would at least slow him down should the hit their mark. With their distance it shouldn’t be too hard. But the revolver found its spot back on his hip so he could briefly dig through the pouch on his belt to withdraw… rope. Hey, sometimes ya just need to hogtie a bitch. Already knotted into a lasso. He would give it a good twirl or two in order to launch towards Sarnai. Whether it be her neck, waist, or legs, quickly he’d begin pulling. Tugging her the rest of the way from the cloud across the wooden floor. Probably not good for her wounds depending how her body was, but it was that or have her choke to death. Tugging until finally, she was at his feet. To which emerald greens stared down at her crystal blues. Offering a cheeky yet reassuring smirk. “What’s with you and always getting into trouble, huh?” He snickered before twirling back around. Picking up whatever trail the lizard left if he did manage to flee.

Walks-In-Mud

The Argonian didn’t even know what those weapons were, it looked like a portable cannon and in some sense he was right but by the time the hammer slammed against the firing pin the Argonian was already rolling turning the corner, a single bullet met its mark against the back of right leg. The bullet tore through the front of his shin which caused him to fall against one if the shelving units, which started to creak as it fell forward into another shelf. “What wa-” he didn’t have time to argue facts or fiction, seeing that Randall took the time to lasso the woman the Argonian was already back at his feet, blood trailing down his leg and into his boots. Slipping through the back door all the male left behind was his cloak.

Sarnai

Sarnai felt something wrap around her arm, pulling, and then yanking. It was tight, and her body mostly dead weight. It pulled, and pulled… her back scraping on the wood as she tried to right herself. But, she couldn’t, and breathing was a terrible thing to try and do. Sarnai looked up, her eyes burning, but she heard Randall’s voice clear as day. “I-I-” She went into a fit of coughing, “Don’t-” she managed. Her back had torn open, but it wasn’t her priority, breathing now was. And trying to figure out what happened to begin with. But.. if Randall was here… That meant she had much more explaining to do.

Randall Wayne

Randall looked to see nothing but a blood trail. He knew he was long gone by now. Though he can’t be too far with that limp. Regardless, that could wait. “Fuck… slippery… bastard!” He shouted out of frustration before unwrapping the lasso around her. Stuffing the rope into his satchel, he wasted not time lifted her off the ground. Putting her in a fireman’s carry as she began to cough. “Save it…. you’re I’m deep shit… and I ain’t exactly happy it….” he grumbled. Taking one last glance to the blood before shaking his head and making his way out the doors. Taking his leave with the woman in tow.

Sarnai

She had no choice in the matter, Randall manhandled Sarnai as she was prone. All she could do was try to hold on and cough, the chemicals burning her throat and lungs. She was carried off, being scolded up and down, right out the door.

And the very last comment to be heard as the two walked by the patrons and out the door, Sarnai slung over Randall’s shoulder, was… “Whats with the cowboy?”

—–End—-

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