Garra bolts, scrambling down to the alley way and disappearing into the slums.
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I think I'm going to be pulling out of this. The pace is a little too slow for me and I think the GM and I differ on what Garra's background means. It's been fun though. Thanks for having me while it lasted.
Garra's face is bone white as she takes another step back, then two, starting to turn away from Dolos.
she shouts as she backs away another step. She looks ready to bolt.
Garra shoots up onto her feet and turns to face Dolos. "'Most of it?' What do you know," She demands, her eyes wide and her face pale as she takes a step, then two away from Dolos.
"No," she says sadly, "I don't think they really like me that much and I don't think we could pay them enough." Eyes narrowing, she turns to look at Dolos. "How much did you hear of that anyway?"
"Just watch yourselves. They may come after you to clean up loose ends," Garra warns them as they walk off.
"Laugh all you want," Garra replies, "it happened."
"Who is Damien Dahrk?" one of them asks. "A wizard," she answers, "He stole some magic axe and is involved with some guys that go around robbing crypts."
"Damien Dahrk, but I don't think that you'll want to tangle with him. He's... terrifying, and now he has some mystic artifact," she tells them. "The best thing you two could do is stay away. This mess is just as likely to get you killed as it is me."
Garra sighs settles back into the nook she'd always used when she needed to be alone. "Sorry," she mumbles in apology, "I'm– I almost died today, and I'm wondering when some dark stranger is going to come up to me and say, 'The time has come for you to do our dirty work,' or something like that. I'm worried what the others will do when they find out how and why I'm at the Academy, and on top of all this, I'm attending classes and having to do investigations that are gonna get me killed." She curls up tighter in the nook and shivers. "I'm like a dancer on a razor. Too far one way or the other and I'm dead. I can't tell anyone else about it, and I don't know if I can run away."
"Why? No one really ever cared what happened to me," Garra asks when they mention trying to get her out of the academy.
Garra starts to feel uneasy as the two members of her old gang continue to say nothing.
"Sorry, I've not had a good time of it these past weeks," she says as she puts the knife away. "How'd you get away that night? We were supposed to kill that bureaucrat, but everything went wrong. I thought whoever is was that laid that trap for us got everyone else but me," she tells them quietly as she settled back into her perch. That's what they had told me anyway, right when they told me that if I didn't do as they said, I was dead. At least there's not a chance of Rath coming back, not from the way he was screaming.
Garra spins towards the voice, a dagger in her hand and ready to be thrown. From the look on her face, it's obvious they caught her off guard.
Garra, after crying until her eyes were dry finds a better spot to look at the stars from. She was far from happy, but she was feeling little better. At least she no longer felt as if she was being crushed by the weight of the questions haunting her.
Garra, not really sure of what to do, climbs onto the roof and finds the spot she always used when she needed to get away from the rest of the gang, especially Rath. She was the only one small enough to get to it, and as far as she knows, Rath never figured out where she'd disappeared to. She was scared, terrified. She didn't know what to do, and only wanted to run away, but then those people that'd murdered the others and sent her into the Academy with no explanation as to why would likely hunt her down and kill her, if she was lucky. If not, she was sure that her fate would be one worse than death. The fear and anxiety were starting to get to her, and now that she was alone, she could let the mask slip and quietly weep and whimper for a little while. What did those men want? Why had Damien Dahrk spared her? Were the two somehow connected? Those questions haunted her as she curled up in the small nook atop the old warehouse, alone and afraid.
"Here might be better."
Garra tells Dolos what she remembers the man looking like.
"If she does, I doubt we'll get it from her. She was terrified," Garra answers. "As for the man, I guess we could wait at the park again," she adds, though from the sound of her voice she really doesn't want to.
"There's a scrap of it with a symbol on it that we'd found," Garra answers.
"I haven't and I don't remember anything specific about the man he was talking to. As far as the shimmerweave goes, he'd already received his order." Though Garra's voice and expression don't change, she's relieved that Dolos decides not to pursue the matter further.
"I don't know who he was talking to, and I... I don't know why he didn't kill me," Garra answers, hesitating a little on the second answer. Sense Motive DC 7: She may not know, but she does have at least an inkling and whatever that inkling is, she's trying to hide it.
"We were investigating a grave robbery when it lead to the suppliers of Shimmerweave. From there we learned that Damien Dahrk had ordered the fabric and visited the park we met at. I listened to his conversation and learned that he'd somehow stolen this Axe of Karrn. I don't know why it's a big deal other than it seems to be something important. I tried to follow him, but I guess he knew what I was doing and tried to kill me, but..." Garra stops as she begins with the encounter that'd hurt her worse than even that night the gang she was in died. "He let me live," she said after a moment, "he had enough time to find me and kill me and still get away cleanly, but he didn't. He could have just torched the alley I had hidden in if he didn't mind the potential damage to the buildings nearby."
"Just... just follow me," Garra says flatly as she pulls her hood back up and leads the others through the city, weaving through the backstreets and alleys until they find themselves in the slums. It takes over an hour before Garra leads them into an old abandoned warehouse. Inside the place has obviously been ransacked, and crude graffiti covers most of the walls, some if it's old, but most of it's fresh. "Look around if you want. This place has probably been picked clean already, though," she says as she climbs up into her old perch in the rafters. She always carried whatever she had that was of value on her, and nostalgia wasn't a vice she often engaged in. She'd had nothing here save some clothes, but even a quick glance was enough for her to see that they'd been taken just like everything else but the scraps and rags.
"I thought it would have been common sense," Garra replies, a note of exasperation in her voice that hasn't been there since she joined the others at the academy.
Once Dolos spots Garra, and correctly identifies her with shocking ease, she drops from the tree and turns to face the others, pulling her hood back and the black scarf covering her face down. "Were any of you followed," she asks, before adding, "this isn't the place where we can talk freely, so please, keep quiet about that." Garra, waits for the others to answer, and keeps looking about with worried eyes.
Garra continues to wait from her perch in the tree she'd climbed near the meeting spot by the path where it met the stream. She isn't too worried, yet. She had expected someone to show up by now, though. Find the tree known as the Lover's Embrace, then take the path north until you find a stream. I thought that was clear enough. Maybe they're having trouble finding the path?
After leaving the shop, Garra heads back to her dorm at the academy and changes into the clothes she'd worn the first day she'd arrived, a tunic and pair of trousers too large for her and patched several times with different pieces of cloth that have all been poorly dyed black or gray. Over those, she wears a dark cloak with a ragged bottom hem. She sneaks out of the window of her room and carefully makes her way to the meeting spot by the stream, taking a circuitous route that comes from the other end of the trail. Seeing no one has arrived yet, though they should be in about twenty minutes, Garra climbs up into a nearby tree to hide.
"Two hours from now. Find the old oak called the Lover's Embrace, it's the one with all of the couples' names carved into it. take the northern path until you come the stream. I'll meet you there."
"Meet me at the park. Don't wear your uniforms," Garra answers.
"I may know of a place," Garra says quietly. She's been doing her best to ignore Tower, but it's obvious his studying her has made her very uncomfortable.
Seeing Tower studying her, Garra shrinks back from him a little more as if she's trying to hide in the corner of the booth. Which, as it turns out,is pretty much what she's doing.
Garra shrinks as Ilbryn mentions that it was her that had wanted the two of them to join her two friends at the table. It wasn't as if she wanted their help. In fact, she wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and hide until everything left her alone.
For just a moment, a look of panic crosses Garra's face, but as Dolos explains, she relaxes somewhat. "Nice to meet you Dolos," Garra says quietly as she slides over to make room, then goes back to eating her noodles.
"Ilbryn, d-do you think you can ask them join us," Garra says as she nods to Dolos and Tower, "if they want to help with the Band of Shadows, then we might as well work together." Despite making the suggestion, she doesn't look thrilled by it. In fact, she looks rather upset and unsure of herself.
Hello to Dolos as well. Always happy to have new guys joining
Garra, hearing the tiny warforged is looking for unsavory people, does her best to hide in the seat she'd taken. Her smile is gone as the almost forgotten "deal" she'd made was brought back to the forefront of her memory. She looks at the barely touched bowl of noodles and chicken as her appetite suddenly vanishes. Then it hits her, the bottled up terror from that night she met that strange man and was given the choice of serving him or dying on his lieutenant's blade, the fear that she would die when Damien had tried to kill her, and that gnawing tension that she'd felt when she first arrived all return from wherever they had gone to. Her shoulders hunch under the tension as she begins to silently weep. One of her hands reaches up in an attempt to hide her tears.
Nice to meet ya Tower. Glad to have you aboard. :)
Psst! See if he wants in on the Ebberon game!
And Garra's leveled!
Garra is content to follow, but when she walks past a small hole-in-the-wall called the Good Noodle and gets a smell of what's in its kitchen, she pulls the others over. "Food! Good food," she tells them as she heads in. After ordering a giant bowl of noodles with grilled chicken, she's happy as can be.
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