Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: Pants fa Daaayyyzzz
“For now, this is the only blade I have and this thing,” Ch’dau gestured at the rags around his waist,, “the only bit of concealment. It has been my experience, since arriving on your shores, that most do not appreciate or tolerate monsters inside their walls, let alone walking their streets. My presence is apt to bring much unwanted attention and interference.”
"Odd, I trusted you immediately," Kith tugged at the cloak around her neck, "I could let you bor-"
“Ikhari?” A hesitant voice called from the top of the steps into the main building, interrupting Kith’s reply, and followed by the soft glow of candlelight, “Ikhari, is that you?”
“Oh,” Kith jumped to her feet, “That’s me. I mean it's one of the names I . . . I’ll be right back. Don’t talk about me when I’m gone,” and she dramatically limped over to the stairs, calling out breathlessly as she began to ascend, “Yes, Jerrod, it’s just me.”
The candlelight washed over her bandaged form and he sucked in his breath, “Don’t tell me you went out in that . . . that madness last night!”
“Alas, I did. You know me, can’t help but help those in need.” She winces and grabs her side, “Salenia, Uncle Domand, the children, they’re alright?”
“Yes, yes, we hunkered down upstairs and waited it out. What were those things?”
An undead skeleton army belonging to a necromancer witch out to drain my cat-beast friend of all of his blood for some gods-only-know plan, “Hard to say. Some, some kind of monster is all I could make of it. Please stay inside if you can.”
“Of course, of course. And you, are you okay down here? You are more than welcome to join us up here. There isn’t much space, but it isn’t a cellar, and I know we would all feel better having you near.”
“Oh, why, I would love to, but,” she looked sheepishly to the side and then back up to him, now speaking quickly, almost stumbling over her words, “I must admit that I have already taken far too much advantage of your hospitality. Two brave young townsfolk joined me in the fight last night, and suffered even more than I had. I have brought them here to recover. I apologize, Jerrod, last night was so wild and I wanted to ask, it was just that so much was happening and I was also nearly deliri--”
He put a hand up to calm her and chuckled, “It’s okay Ikhari, it’s okay. I understand. I know you’ll do what is best. Was that the loud noise we heard earlier? Can we offer anything? We don’t have much, but we can spare a little.”
She bowed lightly to him and sucked in a sharp breath again as she rose, this time drawing her hand to her neck, saying in a strained voice, “You and your family are far too kind, sir. And honestly, it would be greatly appreciated. One of the lads, he almost lost both legs to those things! That is who you heard howling earlier as we set his leg. Once we have the strength we will take him to a cleric, if the coast is clear. That being said, his pants are in shreds. If you have any spare trousers, more . . . Uncle Domand’s size would likely fit best.”
“Ohoho, a big boy.”
“Well, a large boy. And,” she continued, “I know these days it is difficult, but if you have any food to spare, anything would also be nice.”
At this his mouth nearly disappeared into a thin line, “I will see what I can find. Please, wait here and I will be back.”
As the door closed softly behind him, Kith straightened back up and stretched, this time actually wincing at the pull of her wounds. She wondered at the quality of their wine. Kithran didn’t know many who dealt in wines, but the few she did were rather well off, and ruthless to boot. Not only that, but she had heard that grapes for wine tended to thrive under some of the worst conditions, and Sendria had proven quite sinister thus far. Somehow she had stumbled across a humble wine peddler in the dregs of Antaron.
She shook her head that Fortune still seemed to Smile on her sometimes, as she heard Jerrod approaching again. She dropped back into a pained hunch, leaning against the wall for support, “Hello again. Oh, Kammy, Darrin, you’ve come to help poor Ikhari!” Children . . . please don’t hug me again.
“Yes, yes,” Jerrod cooed, “they wanted to help. Go on, hand them over.” The children held up two items wraps in pieces of cloth and beamed up at Kithran. She smiled politely back, “Salenia found half a loaf and some cheese for you lot. I wish we could spare more.”
“Not to worry, this should be more than enough.”
“And here,” he held out a heap of material, “those ought to do for your friend. Domand was none-too-pleased, but then he did not spend the entire night rescuing the city, did he?”
Kith chuckled, “We can hardly claim that much. The city guard did their job much better than we could. I am, however, eternally grateful once more for your unending kindness. Please, tell the others I wish them all the best, and again, stay inside.”
“Of course, you stay safe as will, Ikhari.”
She grinned and could feel the split in her lip threatening to reopen, “I always do.”
The door closed behind her and she skipped down the steps, back to where the bladesinger and Kazari rested, setting the food down before Aranwen, and handing the pants to Ch’dau. “Old bread and cheese for the lady, and a very large pair of trousers for the r-raw-r’kah? The best Sendria has to offer!”
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She looks Ch’dau up and down and again tugs at the strings of her cloak, “I suppose I can lend you this as well. I took it off of a very wealthy dead man, so I will want it back." She hands over the long, dark cloak, petting the fine yet durable fabric once more before fully letting go, "As far as more weapons, that will take me a little longer, but if you like I am sure I can find those for you as well.”
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Kithran turned to Aranwen, “Our path is rather . . . terrifying. I am grateful for your offer to help us, and in turn would be happy to lend my assistance in your task,” assuming those wizards pay up, “I suppose I mean, I would be happy to lend our assistance, as the brave warrior swimming around in those pants will go nowhere without me for the rest of my--” she sighed, ”Ch’dau, just untie the knot and re-tie it so that it’s tighter around your waist. Have you never worn pants before?”
((OOC: Kitty reply, perhaps))
She rolled her eyes, “Anyway, Aranwen, I’ve only been here for a day or two, but I can point us in the direction of almost anything we might need in order to prepare. Any suggestions?”
Posted on 2019-10-21 at 19:18:46.
Edited on 2019-10-22 at 00:03:34 by breebles
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