4, Keiari, 951
I found myself IMPRISONED! Against my will! Me! Locked up! Behind bars! All because I was defending my esteemed crew against a snake-oil salesman who dared to disrespect us, our reputations, and our parents all at once in a vile tirade that would make even the crassest of folk blush. Naturally, I stepped in, with Ras offering encouragement, and it led to the local lawmen locking us up. Unfairly, unjustly, and unlawfully.
Onde gave Zayne a spoon, which he deftly turned into a lockpick. Impressive! But weird. But impressive! He picked the lock and slipped out. There was another prisoner, who said they were caught trying to steal from the Mayor's pet mage - rings that let one look through the other. We tried to decide whether we help them or not. Frankly, I don't know. If he got caught and can't get himself out what good is he to us, honestly? I was considering freeing him because he might rat us out; but Sumiyah bintu Alwrani al-Adwa mentioned we would be ratted out just by our own escaping.
The kid offered potential monetary reward from their father if we rescue him. So, maybe, but I kind of don't want to have another kid on our back. Ras spoke to some moss, and decided to let the kid out. So he's coming with us. The sun was setting and I had maybe 30 minutes of free essence so I got more and more impatient; especially with the absence of my sword. We went up a floor and found it eerily quiet; no guards in sight. I really wanted my sword. It gives me a feeling of security, and without it... I feel vulnerable. I try not to show it. But honestly, my basic understanding of the blade is the one thing that gives me any amount of confidence. The one thing I know I can do okay.However checking the next two rooms revealed nothing. Our stuff still missing. All jewelry, all weapons. Meaning my. godsdamned. sword.
FINALLY, in the LAST room we check, the one with the obvious reinforced doors... My sword isn't there. I had to take some crude weapon made from slag rather than real metal. I'm getting furious. The kid tried to take a dagger, and Sumiya tried to stop him sparing his heart from killing or something. I told them that nobody running at us with a weapon would get past me... and everyone laughed at me. The way they looked at me, the way they mocked me... The way their eyes said more than their lips. Their doubts. Their distrust. Their disdain.
I felt ashamed. Exposed. Then when the kid suggested we're splitting the yield 50/50; he gets half and the other 5 of us get half... I all but snap. He's arguing we wouldn't know what there was to take. I am here to take my bloody sword back. I would find it. I would tear apart this entire building if I had to. That is my sword. Nobody disarms me. Nobody takes it from me. I am not leaving without it. Of course we'd find it. He keeps arguing a larger take. Zayne said if he doesn't accept a 1/6 equal take he gets put back in the cell, the kid said "I'd like to see you try" and held up his knife. I all but destroyed some wood beside his head with a Surged punch. My anger couldn't stop. He backed down, somewhat. Zayne relieved him of the knife.
((15 minute break))
The kid suggested we break through the ceiling, and so I did. I surged my strength, and shaped a platform beneath my feet to push against and managed to reduce it to splinters. Onde had a rope with him, so I leapt up into what looks like the mage's room and tied the rope to a couch and threw it down to let the rest of the crew climb up. Inside the room we found it! Yup! Finally! After all this time! We found an absence of my goddamned sword.
Except the moment the guards came in, one of them had their grubby disgusting unkempt horrendous low class pauper hands on the handle of my beautiful blade.
I'm going to kill him.