Samozura Songblade - The Capture
Mar 23, 2023 15:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by DM Grizwald on Mar 23, 2023 15:21:00 GMT -5
*the following event took place 9 days ago*
Samozura steps out of the Valkurs Roar great hall and squints as the bright days sun hits her face. Her eyes close and she lets the on coming spring heat of the sun warm her skin for a few moments. She always liked spring. She was tired with all the whites and greys of winter.
"Excuse me miss?" asked a gentle voice.
Samza opens her eyes and looks down at the older woman. This human with grey hair tied back into a pony tail has a welcoming look to her. She had a lovely green dress with lace up around her neck as well as down around the end of her sleeves. Instinctively Samozura wondered what this woman wanted. Why would she be approached by some stranger. Clearly her eyesight is a little dulled from her many years. Samza nearly reaches up to feel for her tusks but suppresses the silly notion and instead clasps her hands in front of herself to keep them from showing any insecurities.
The half orc woman smiles down at the older woman. "Oh hello madam." She uses a tender tone, not trying to sound too gruff.
"Are you familiar with this quarter? I'm looking for a nice quaint place to write my next song?"
"A bard?" Samza thinks to herself. It was such a nice day afterall and she could use the company of another fellow artist after the treatment she received in Arabel. A bit of light hearted conversation about shared interests and helping someone in need could do just the trick. She knew the perfect spot too, that small courtyard with the apple tree and bench. An amusing thought struck Samza as she pictured teaching the elder woman how to belly dance.
"You're a songwriter madam? That's fantastic." She flashes the older lady a warm smile by her standards. "I know just the place! You'll love it. Tell me, what sort of music do you compose? I'm Samozura by the way."
"Cassie." says the older woman as she rests a hand on Samza's forearm.
The two walked the streets of Valkurs Roar for some time engaging in conversation. Samozura purposely took a few extra turns, delighting herself in hearing about this woman's travels along the Dragon Coast and exchanged a few of her own regarding her time in Waterdeep. She spoke about her training in dance and it's aluring nature while the older woman told her of the songs she's written and heard along her own travels. Pascal even let Samozura try her flute out, hand made of course. It was passed down to her by her mother's mother.
As they turned into the alley that lead to the courtyard Samozura had in mind, Samza showed Pascal the mask she wears in battle.
"This here is tears of the.. "
An arrow wizzes past Samza's ear and hits Pascal in the shoulder. The utter surprise on the woman's face slowly turning to stone. Samozura looks over her shoulder quickly and spots the hooded figure on the rooftops behind her. Quickly she dashes behind the petrified statue of Pascal and reaches back for her shield but grasps at air. The hooks that once held her magical shield now lay empty.
"The tribute to the dragon. Of course..." She takes a deep breath and bellows out "GUARDMAN TO ME! GUARDS!!!"
She closes her eyes for but a moment, regaining focus and control only to open them and see the hooded figure aiming right at her. The arrow is let loose and darkness takes over.
Samozura steps out of the Valkurs Roar great hall and squints as the bright days sun hits her face. Her eyes close and she lets the on coming spring heat of the sun warm her skin for a few moments. She always liked spring. She was tired with all the whites and greys of winter.
"Excuse me miss?" asked a gentle voice.
Samza opens her eyes and looks down at the older woman. This human with grey hair tied back into a pony tail has a welcoming look to her. She had a lovely green dress with lace up around her neck as well as down around the end of her sleeves. Instinctively Samozura wondered what this woman wanted. Why would she be approached by some stranger. Clearly her eyesight is a little dulled from her many years. Samza nearly reaches up to feel for her tusks but suppresses the silly notion and instead clasps her hands in front of herself to keep them from showing any insecurities.
The half orc woman smiles down at the older woman. "Oh hello madam." She uses a tender tone, not trying to sound too gruff.
"Are you familiar with this quarter? I'm looking for a nice quaint place to write my next song?"
"A bard?" Samza thinks to herself. It was such a nice day afterall and she could use the company of another fellow artist after the treatment she received in Arabel. A bit of light hearted conversation about shared interests and helping someone in need could do just the trick. She knew the perfect spot too, that small courtyard with the apple tree and bench. An amusing thought struck Samza as she pictured teaching the elder woman how to belly dance.
"You're a songwriter madam? That's fantastic." She flashes the older lady a warm smile by her standards. "I know just the place! You'll love it. Tell me, what sort of music do you compose? I'm Samozura by the way."
"Cassie." says the older woman as she rests a hand on Samza's forearm.
The two walked the streets of Valkurs Roar for some time engaging in conversation. Samozura purposely took a few extra turns, delighting herself in hearing about this woman's travels along the Dragon Coast and exchanged a few of her own regarding her time in Waterdeep. She spoke about her training in dance and it's aluring nature while the older woman told her of the songs she's written and heard along her own travels. Pascal even let Samozura try her flute out, hand made of course. It was passed down to her by her mother's mother.
As they turned into the alley that lead to the courtyard Samozura had in mind, Samza showed Pascal the mask she wears in battle.
"This here is tears of the.. "
An arrow wizzes past Samza's ear and hits Pascal in the shoulder. The utter surprise on the woman's face slowly turning to stone. Samozura looks over her shoulder quickly and spots the hooded figure on the rooftops behind her. Quickly she dashes behind the petrified statue of Pascal and reaches back for her shield but grasps at air. The hooks that once held her magical shield now lay empty.
"The tribute to the dragon. Of course..." She takes a deep breath and bellows out "GUARDMAN TO ME! GUARDS!!!"
She closes her eyes for but a moment, regaining focus and control only to open them and see the hooded figure aiming right at her. The arrow is let loose and darkness takes over.