Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20141208164428/@comment-5583506-20150107045126

Kyrie still cradled Ran'Jinro's body when she heard the commotion outside the Sanctum. It seemed that there remained some Vul. Kashmira hadn't apparently come alone. With her sword destroyed she looked for the closest weapon. Ran'Jinro's sword... The old man would probably not have anything against the idea that she used his weapon to defend herself and what little remained of the Sanctum.

She kissed her Master on the forehead before she closed his eyes for good and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked just as peaceful as if he was asleep.

"I won't fail you, Master. Somehow I will bring Kashmira to justice, without the vengeance."

And so she walked with determined steps towards the entrance to face the threat of the Vul.

She saw a man of the Vul there, slaying some of those unfortunates Kashmira hadn't already killed.

"Is it me you are looking for, you worthless piece of shit?!" growled Kyrie and positioned herself into a battle stance. "Fight with someone who can actually offer you a real match!"

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"Is it... dead?" said a child's voice.

Who's there?

"Nah, I don't think so", responded a man's voice. "Just dazed, that's all. The stream must have carried her quite some distance."

Someone?

"Look!" exclaimed the child. "She blinked!"

Anyone?

"Indeed she did, Rahjin. Tell you what, why don't you go inside the toolshed and fetch some nice blankets for the lady, hmm? Her clothes are somewhat torn and it would be a shame if she had to... ehurm... expose herself to the rest of the village. Understand?"

"Y-yes", said the boy.

"Excellent! Meanwhile I will stay here and look after her. Poor thing looks rather battered, does she not?"

She slowly opened her eyes only to look into the examining eyes of a male Khajiit. He looked like cheerful fellow. His eyes were that of hazel, slit like just any other Khajiit's. His body structure was rather athletic, hinting that he probably worked some sort of tiresome profession. His hair was long and golden brown, reaching down over his shoulders.

He peered into her left eye and shrugged. "So the beautiful lady hasn't left the realm of the living yet, huh? This is good. It would be a shame to lose someone as precious as you."

Am I supposed to be flattered?

"What's your name?" he asked.

"I... am... uhm..."

"Uhm?" he cocked his head and looked at her curiously. "Is that your official name?"

"No, I mean that my name is... is..."

''What is my name? Who the hell am I?''

She sighed. "I can't... remember..."

He made an assuring gesture. "Say no more. I recognise this as a case of temporary amnesia, surely caused by your bumpy ride down the river. You must have knocked your head a couple times seeing as your entire body is... well... quite bruised..."

She looked down on herself. Her arms and loins had scratchmarks caused by sharp rocks and stones. Her left side of the rib cage ached as if she had taken a battering ram to her side. Her head felt the worst. She then realised that her clothing was torn, exposing her left breast.

She gasped out and covered it quickly with her arm and glared at him angrily for not having the decency to tell her sooner.

"Oops!" he said and quickly averted his eyes. "Sorry about that. Shouldn't have stared. My nephew will arrive soon with some blankets for you to... uhm... cover up while we find you some suitable clothes."

"Thanks", she growled lowly.

"So... what should I call you then?" he asked. "You look as if..."

His eyes suddenly stared at her again. At first she thought she was staring at her bosom again, but then she realised that he actually was staring at the strange device where her right hand would have been otherwise.

"H-how did you get that?!" he exclaimed in astonishment. "It looks like some kind of... I don't know? Mechanical construct?"

She wish she had the answer herself. It was only until now she found out that she actually didn't have a right hand, at least not a real one.

"I don't know", she said just as surprised as he was.

"Right. The amnesia. Silly me."

A small Khajiit boy with curly dark brown hair came running with his arms holding a pile of laundry.

"Ah, excellent, Rahjin!" said the male Khajiit and reached for a blanket which he handed to her. "I will call you Goldie for now, judging by the colour of your... hmm... hand?"

Goldie?

She turned around with her back towards them as she wrapped the blanket around herself, quickly conjuring up a dress.

"You look lovely even in aunt Rissa's horrible sewing", chuckled the man. "Now, Goldie. Would you like to come in for dinner or something? Something to help you relax while your memory comes back to you?"

She nodded vaguely. It wasn't as if she had anything else to do. She was however desperately trying to figure out just who she was and from where she had come from.

"Good", he said and smiled as he took her mechanical hand in his and lead her away towards a little settlement by the riverside. "I am Ra'Danji by the way", he said.

"Pleased to... meet you?"

He nodded. "You haven't forgotten your manners at least. That's good. Now come! My sister has probably prepared a feast. Perhaps even as big as the ones they serve up in the Sanctum of the Jun, or so I have heard."

She cratched her forehead with her available hand. "Tell me", she began. "Who are the Jun?"