The Plauge

[PippinTook]

Ahem, I haven't been here in ages and only a handful of the regular RPers know me *waves to Gulio and Legoles* Anywho, newest little story. Its missing something terribly, something about the quality of writing is messed up, so I was in need of writing help and came back to the good old moot. So, if you wouldn't mind going over it and adding some thoughts, I'd appreciate it.

The Plauge


We are in the time of the Plauge. Great lamentation and evil befalls us now. The people are filled with greed and hatred and everyone is afraid. We pray to the Angels above to save us from this terrible fate, but their ears are stone to our cries. Many have died and I fear that many more will. Most fear that the end is near, we will be wiped from Seren forever. The King is distraught and knows not what to do. Cries of anguish fill the air, and there is no hope. But there is one. He is called the Savior, he has come to free us from our bondage. His eyes are like the sun, and his voice is from the Angels. Nothing can assault this man, he has come to save the world, and I believe he will succeed. But once again, this horrid Plauge will corrupt the fair world of Seren, and I pray that once again, our Savior will come to clean the world with his blood.
Amerna Illien, 1 AP

Five thousand years ago, the Plauge struck, and now the fair world of Seren has been rebuilt and flourishes with the breath of the Angels. The five rivers flow freely and the seas rock the boats upon them gently. All is well with men in the world, and all have forgotten what went wrong so long ago.

Katrina Rhuin looked out upon the Bay of Brita from her small ship with no name. Her short raven hair blew in her face as the seas breeze caught in the sails. She loved the sea, it was the only thing she did love. The sea was great and could not be defeated, it was strong and had no enemy. Katrina had no enemy. Not many people knew who she was, or that she exsisted. She lived only for her job. Katrina was an assassin. She had been hired by a rich noble that wanted to have someone killed for political reasons, and wanted it done cleanly. She always took jobs like these, they paid well. She lived for the money, she did noy enjoy killing, it was just another job like anyone else had.
Katrina had no family or friends. She did not need them, they would only be baggage and get in the way. The only people she made regular contact with, were the two people on her boat, Pon and Don. They were twins that did not speak much, and they always called her ‘Boss’. They did not even know her real name. Katrina did not love, either. Love is so over rated, she told herself. It dies, it fades like people’s lives. People were disposable, just like love. She pulled into the harbor at Capital, the main city of the Lower Country of Seren.
Capital was a big city, it had many large mansions and halls for all the grand nobles to live in. She liked big cities, they hid people well. She could hide herself in any environment, but she perfered cities. She could smell fish from the fisheries nearby. Peasants gathered around the harbor, looking for a job from incoming merchants from the Sea of Brita. She did not get jobs from peasants or for peasants, because they could not afford her prices, which were very high. She slipped down into the captain’s cabin and grabbed a small bag with what she would need. A silk dress, a golden wig, facial powder, eye drops, and a single knife.
“Alright, sea rats, stay aboard. I’ll be back tomorrow. Pay the toll.” she had a thick sailor’s accent, but that could be modified. She tossed a small leather bag to one of the short twins standing on deck. She did not have to worry about them stealing her things, they knew what she was and what she could do. Katrina walked onto the pier, just another young traveler, coming to the big city for vacation. She strolled lightly into the city, looking very innocent and just fading into the crowd of others. The streets were covered in mud because of all the rain that Capital drew from the sea. People fussed and bustled and hurried about their business. Katrina swung her bag over her shoulder and hummed some random tune off the top of her head. No one could ever imagine this twenty-three year old girl could, or would, kill for a living. A street thug gave her a mean look, and she returned it, he seemed surprised, but did not do anything about it.
“Ah, here we go.” said Katrina as she stepped up to a small inn with peeling green paint and a yellow sign that read, ‘The Rainy Day’ that depicted the city with a rain cloud over it. She knew exactly where the inn was and who owned it and who usually drank there every evening, but she had never been there before. Katrina nodded to the inn master and asked politely, but not too sweetly, for a room. He took the money (not gold, he would remember that) and showed her to her room.
“Hope it is satisfactory, Miss.” he rumbled in a low voice.
Katrina nodded and shut the door after the large man. The room was small and comfortable, it had a somewhat lumpy bed and a wash basin. She tossed her bag on her bed and undressed. From the looks of it, it was about five o’clock. She took out the green silk dress and slipped into it. She despised dresses, she really did, but she could get over it. She pulled the golden wig over her short black hair and looked into the mirror over the basin. She actually looked becoming when she dressed up like this, but beauty is not something you need to kill people with.
She took out the face paint and began slapping on the reds and blues. She never understood why women did that, surely it can not make you look that much better. Now, with her freshly red lips and blue eye shadow, she looked into the mirror. Staring there at her were two eyes, one of them light blue, the other blood red. She did not know why her eyes were the way they were, and she hated it. Eyes like hers were recognizable, no one could forget them, and she wanted to be forgotten. She took the eye drops and dripped two in each eye. She blinked painfully as the coloring drops stung at her two toned eyes. When she looked back in the mirror, her eyes were a normal, forgettable brown. After one last look, she was ready. She slipped the slender knife up her sleeve and stretched her sleece to hide her tattoo on her left wrist. Another rememberable thing, she had the raven tattooed on before she decided to become an assassin.