Family is a Four Letter Word
Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 6:05 pm
The stench of greasy ash and ozone still clung in Annie's nostrils. Her body was tight and trembling as a harried fox, expecting the ambush at every turn. It was taking all her self-control to neither run for the docks nor scream out a challenge right then and there.
...that's what those bastards would want you to do. Focus...
The shop had been destroyed, but at least the Cymbr woman was unharmed. For now. But who else might be targeted that I've interacted with?
The Vendel bodyguard drew in a slow breath, forcing herself to unclench her fists. Already, her nails had left impressions in her palms. As satisfying as it might be to thrash every flea-bitten Vesten savage that now infested the city of Altamira, Annie's first duty was to warn her aunt somehow back in Kirk. Worst case scenario, notify the League and/or the Merchant Marines to look in on Trudie's welfare as well.
Then, after such word was sent -- and only then -- start investigating here in Altamira.
Another ragged breath. Annie scowled. It was possible that this was some set-up. That this was some bizarre attack from either a business rival of Trudie's or grandiose, overcomplicated scheming from a Vodacce. But this was far too personal -- this was family.
No. They stopped being family the night they attempted to kill Trudie. And even then, we were willing to walk away and leave them alone. They no longer define me -- I define myself.
Annie Sigurd, devoted niece of Trudie. Bodyguard and Swordswoman. Vendel. That was who and what she chose to be.
I refuse to be stagnant. To be dragged back to their self-inflicted misery.
The cold hate of Idona and Ulf and Peder, the deadness in the souls, the wrath they were proud to embrace. Did they worm their way here to Altamira for their sick revenge? Maybe they got that brute Brom involved....
Annie hissed, fists wanting to clench again. She was HAPPY here -- and they wanted to destroy it! Or worse...
I find out you've hurt Trudie or worse, there WILL be justice. I swear it. Not by long dead ancestors or Theus -- I swear by ME.
Her lip quivered. Not revenge or retribution. Justice. For Trudie's sake and her own.
...may it not come down to that. Please let Trudie be safe...
Annie gave a quick shake of her head, giving the bones in her neck a needed pop. She had resources and contacts in Altamira. Maybe it was time to start making use out of them...
...that's what those bastards would want you to do. Focus...
The shop had been destroyed, but at least the Cymbr woman was unharmed. For now. But who else might be targeted that I've interacted with?
The Vendel bodyguard drew in a slow breath, forcing herself to unclench her fists. Already, her nails had left impressions in her palms. As satisfying as it might be to thrash every flea-bitten Vesten savage that now infested the city of Altamira, Annie's first duty was to warn her aunt somehow back in Kirk. Worst case scenario, notify the League and/or the Merchant Marines to look in on Trudie's welfare as well.
Then, after such word was sent -- and only then -- start investigating here in Altamira.
Another ragged breath. Annie scowled. It was possible that this was some set-up. That this was some bizarre attack from either a business rival of Trudie's or grandiose, overcomplicated scheming from a Vodacce. But this was far too personal -- this was family.
No. They stopped being family the night they attempted to kill Trudie. And even then, we were willing to walk away and leave them alone. They no longer define me -- I define myself.
Annie Sigurd, devoted niece of Trudie. Bodyguard and Swordswoman. Vendel. That was who and what she chose to be.
I refuse to be stagnant. To be dragged back to their self-inflicted misery.
The cold hate of Idona and Ulf and Peder, the deadness in the souls, the wrath they were proud to embrace. Did they worm their way here to Altamira for their sick revenge? Maybe they got that brute Brom involved....
Annie hissed, fists wanting to clench again. She was HAPPY here -- and they wanted to destroy it! Or worse...
I find out you've hurt Trudie or worse, there WILL be justice. I swear it. Not by long dead ancestors or Theus -- I swear by ME.
Her lip quivered. Not revenge or retribution. Justice. For Trudie's sake and her own.
...may it not come down to that. Please let Trudie be safe...
Annie gave a quick shake of her head, giving the bones in her neck a needed pop. She had resources and contacts in Altamira. Maybe it was time to start making use out of them...