As Piper made his move, Miroslaw was not aware of what he was doing. To him, it felt like it happened in slow motion. Suddenly, by a mysterious force that Miroslaw had no knowledge of, his legs were being pushed out from under him. It sent him tumbling to the ground. His helplessness to whatever Piper had done only enraged the Soren even more.
As Piper said cheers as if he was leaving and Miroslaw was making his way to his feet, he, out of sheer anger, threw his sword at the criminal. He didn't expect it to fly straight. He only hoped he would get lucky and wound Piper in some way. This was his chance to get vengeance and Piper was intending to just leave!
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::The attack was clumsy, due both to the anger that filled it and the fact that great swords were not designed to be throwing weapons. However, it seemed enough to have it hit its mark.
That was until Piper halted, shifted his feet and turned as he pulled back on the collar of the thief he was trying to escort away.
The blade hit the man in the lower left abdomen with power enough to send the blade piercing thru to the other side where Piper had to twists his hips to avoid more than a new hole for his cloak.
The man's eyes went wide in shock and pain as the blow both woke him and did an alarmingly good job of sobbering him up. His knees gave out and he began to fall to the ground with his eyes locked on Miroslaw.::
"Aw. Now look what you've done, lad."
::Said Piper.
As the weight of the collapsing man pulled against his grip, Piper opened the fingers on his hand to give a wave towards the angry Soren.::
"Ta-ta!"
::With a smile the Cathian dashed away from the injured man and down the alleyway into the night.::
There never was a Cathian of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place, PIPER wasn't there!
Miroslaw perceived the event almost as if it were in slow motion. As the blade flew, he saw what was about to happen before it even happened. Emotions immediately began to flood the Soren as the sword pierced an unintended target. The emotion that won was regret for ever loosing the sword from his hands.
The decision that followed was whether to follow Piper, or care for the petty thief. It did not take long to determine what he would do. Miroslaw sprinted to the downed target, paying no more attention to Piper as he fled. He never intended to harm the drunkard. He only wanted to right the wrong. Instead, he added to the wrong.
He would stand over the man, not knowing what to do. The man was likely to die, and Miroslaw could do nothing. He would only be able to mutter, "I'm sorry." his voice cracking in sadness.
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Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::The shadowy Piper was no longer anywhere to be seen. As Miroslaw loomed over the man with his sword sticking out of him, the thief gasped up blood and tried feebly to push the blade from him, only succeeding in cutting his own hands in the process. It was only moments before he gasped his last and perished.::
As the man faded, Miroslaw fell to his knees. Tears began forming in his eyes. The man may have been a criminal, but he didn't deserve this.
As the last breath fled the male, the Soren wept freely. He was feeling mixed emotions of sorrow, anger, and guilt. He spent a few moments, crying for the man whose life he prematurely stole. After those moments, his tears slowed and he stood up retrieving first, the sword from the man's abdomen and second, his holy book from within his garb. He would begin with the passage that every man deserved, the rite of passage.
After the deed was finished, Miroslaw picked the man up over his shoulder and begin in the direction of the woman whose jewelry he now possessed. At least, all was not in vain. The woman would receive what was rightfully hers. That's is when he remembers the words of the villain, piper, "I hope one of you were bright enough to retrieve its contents." Instead of continuing in the direction of the brothel, he begins retracing the steps of the drunken thief paying close attention to the ground for whatever the contents may be.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Miroslaw is stopped by Marlena, who passes the pictures she had recovered over to him showing two older Cathians in black and white sketches on one side and two young children, boy and girl, for the other side.
Upon returning to the Brothel, he is thanked over and over gain by the women there as a young Cathian with obviously dyed black hair pushes her way past those gathered to collect her necklace.
She hugs you with tears in her eyes.::
"Thank you! This was all I had left of my family!"
::Without much other word, she turns to head back to her room, presumably to hide her necklace once more.
The other women invite you to stay for a round of drinks on them and a "freebie" if interested.::
((Wrapping this up. 4 Acclaim for Miroslaw and 25gp
A simple, “Thank you.” left Miroslaw's lips as Marlena forked over what he assumed to be exactly what he was looking for. Now, the trinket was complete and set to be returned to the woman it was stolen from. He went straight in the direction of the establishment. His head was not held high, rather hung fairly low. The success was also a failure for the Soren, shown very clearly by the body he toted over his shoulder. He left the corpse outside before entering.
Upon entry, a smile came to his face at all the praise from the ladies. The girl who the trinket belonged to rushed over and gave him a hug, and he did not hesitate to return it. As she left to hide it once again, the Soren stated said with a bit more seriousness than he intended, “Don’t lose it again.” He accepted the offer of free drinks, but courteously declined the “freebies”. By the time he left the establishment he had nearly forgotten about the slain thief.
The sight of the corpse reminded him. He lifted it back over his shoulder and proceeded to carry it to wherever a proper place to bury corpses may be. Finally, he retired to his shack after a fairly eventful day. He was disappointed that he let Piper escape, but the foreign power the criminal held was hardly something to sneeze at. He would need a bit more preparation if he's ever going to get his money back. The encounter will have to be on his terms rather than randomly appearing in the streets.
(Mighty enjoyable, Alex! Just wrapping it up for Miro.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.