Drusilia Nailo
First Post
Dru backed up slowly, and cursed inwardly when she bumped into the wooden building. She knew that she couldn't let herself be cornered by these two. Young members of Papa's organization Both of them wanted to earn their spurs. They seemed to think that getting Tensin Naïlo's stubborn daughter to return with them... whether she was willing or not, was the way to do it.
"Come on, Drusilia," said Shellinian, one of Papa's most vicious thugs. His voice had that wheedling tone to it that some get when trying to convince a half wild stray animal to come nearer to them. "Don't make this any harder on yourself than it has to be." His eyes were alight, and she could tell that he truly didn't want her to surrender this early on. He liked a fight.
"Get away from me, Shellinian," Dru growled, waving her rapier at him, making him back up a step. "I don't want to go with you."
Ulshimar, Shellinian's best and probably only friend, leered, and stepped closer. "You can only fight one of us at a time, kid. Drop the pig sticker."
Dru sighed, her shoulders sagging, and moved as if ready to drop her rapier and surrender.
Both men stopped, grinning her.
When she saw them drop their guards a notch, she ran, full speed, to the right. She was several yards away before they recovered from the surprise. "Hey! Get back here, wench!" Shellinian began to pursue her, and her heart sank. He was fast... too fast for her liking.
She cut down an alley, and vaulted over a surprised beggar, and then climbed the back fence. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, and her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She wasn't certain what Shellinian would do in the name of subduing her, and she didn't want to find out.
He was right on her, though; she could hear him breathing behind her. With a renewed burst of speed, she rounded a corner, onto a main thoroughfare in the Old City. She didn't dare stop, though, because she wasn't entirely certain that Shellinian would hesitate in grabbing her in the middle of a crowd.
He didn't. He reached out, grabbing onto her cloak, trying to use it to pull her to him.
She wrenched her cloak out of his grasp, and then did the only thing she could think of to do... she turned, threw open a random doorway, and darted inside, after slamming the door behind her. There was a collision, then, with a huge human who was standing in the center of the room. He stumbled, and fell to the floor, having not been braced for 115 pounds of pure muscled elf trying to run him over. She bounced off of his armor so hard that she hit the floor, landing beside him.
She stared at him for a moment. He was young looking, even for a human. There was a huge sword strapped across his back, and he had a shining, brand new badge of a Watchman in his hands. Dru looked around her with a growing sense of dismay.
Watchmen lined the walls, including the one who had let her go the other night. They were all staring at her.
She was suddenly aware of the fact that she had, indeed, charged into Watch Headquarters with a drawn rapier. Swallowing hard, she sheathed her blade. She looked up at a scowling man who loomed over her.
He sighed, and then offered her a hand.
She took it warily, and allowed him to pull her to her feet.
"What," said the man, "Is the meaning of this?"
Dru shook her head rapidly, trying to clear her thoughts. "What?" She looked back down at the young man that she'd knocked over, who was getting to his feet.
"I said," he growled, "What is the meaning of this? What makes you think that you can come charging in here like that, hurting my people?"
Dru frowned at him. "I was just-" With a sigh, she realized that she could never explain the real reason that she had run into Watch Headquarters. "I'm going to join the Watch, what else," she snapped.
He stared at her piercingly for a moment, and then shrugged, going around to the other side of a desk. He pulled a Watchman's badge out of a drawer, and tossed it at her. "Fine."
When she instinctively reached up, snatching it out of the air, the man smiled for the first time. "Watch Private Di'Fier, I think we've finally found you a partner."
What have I done? Dru stared at the young human who would be her partner, and saw her dismay mirrored in his eyes. I suppose it's better than prostitution... how difficult can it be? With a sigh, Dru nodded. "My name is Dru," she told the young watchman. She intentionally left her last name out of the introduction, but she had no doubts that she would be found out eventually. What would they do when they found out that she was Tensin Naïlo's daughter?
"Come on, Drusilia," said Shellinian, one of Papa's most vicious thugs. His voice had that wheedling tone to it that some get when trying to convince a half wild stray animal to come nearer to them. "Don't make this any harder on yourself than it has to be." His eyes were alight, and she could tell that he truly didn't want her to surrender this early on. He liked a fight.
"Get away from me, Shellinian," Dru growled, waving her rapier at him, making him back up a step. "I don't want to go with you."
Ulshimar, Shellinian's best and probably only friend, leered, and stepped closer. "You can only fight one of us at a time, kid. Drop the pig sticker."
Dru sighed, her shoulders sagging, and moved as if ready to drop her rapier and surrender.
Both men stopped, grinning her.
When she saw them drop their guards a notch, she ran, full speed, to the right. She was several yards away before they recovered from the surprise. "Hey! Get back here, wench!" Shellinian began to pursue her, and her heart sank. He was fast... too fast for her liking.
She cut down an alley, and vaulted over a surprised beggar, and then climbed the back fence. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, and her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She wasn't certain what Shellinian would do in the name of subduing her, and she didn't want to find out.
He was right on her, though; she could hear him breathing behind her. With a renewed burst of speed, she rounded a corner, onto a main thoroughfare in the Old City. She didn't dare stop, though, because she wasn't entirely certain that Shellinian would hesitate in grabbing her in the middle of a crowd.
He didn't. He reached out, grabbing onto her cloak, trying to use it to pull her to him.
She wrenched her cloak out of his grasp, and then did the only thing she could think of to do... she turned, threw open a random doorway, and darted inside, after slamming the door behind her. There was a collision, then, with a huge human who was standing in the center of the room. He stumbled, and fell to the floor, having not been braced for 115 pounds of pure muscled elf trying to run him over. She bounced off of his armor so hard that she hit the floor, landing beside him.
She stared at him for a moment. He was young looking, even for a human. There was a huge sword strapped across his back, and he had a shining, brand new badge of a Watchman in his hands. Dru looked around her with a growing sense of dismay.
Watchmen lined the walls, including the one who had let her go the other night. They were all staring at her.
She was suddenly aware of the fact that she had, indeed, charged into Watch Headquarters with a drawn rapier. Swallowing hard, she sheathed her blade. She looked up at a scowling man who loomed over her.
He sighed, and then offered her a hand.
She took it warily, and allowed him to pull her to her feet.
"What," said the man, "Is the meaning of this?"
Dru shook her head rapidly, trying to clear her thoughts. "What?" She looked back down at the young man that she'd knocked over, who was getting to his feet.
"I said," he growled, "What is the meaning of this? What makes you think that you can come charging in here like that, hurting my people?"
Dru frowned at him. "I was just-" With a sigh, she realized that she could never explain the real reason that she had run into Watch Headquarters. "I'm going to join the Watch, what else," she snapped.
He stared at her piercingly for a moment, and then shrugged, going around to the other side of a desk. He pulled a Watchman's badge out of a drawer, and tossed it at her. "Fine."
When she instinctively reached up, snatching it out of the air, the man smiled for the first time. "Watch Private Di'Fier, I think we've finally found you a partner."
What have I done? Dru stared at the young human who would be her partner, and saw her dismay mirrored in his eyes. I suppose it's better than prostitution... how difficult can it be? With a sigh, Dru nodded. "My name is Dru," she told the young watchman. She intentionally left her last name out of the introduction, but she had no doubts that she would be found out eventually. What would they do when they found out that she was Tensin Naïlo's daughter?
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