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Myrine thrust kicked a man charging at her while spinning around with her knife drawn to slice the side of another attacker. The man fell to his knees and Myrine jumped back to giver herself distance. Two more thugs appeared then to help their fallen comrade and outnumber Myrine more. At the tavern Myrine was eating at, the man who she had just kicked recognized her ethnicity while the man now bleeding had grabbed her leg and tried to tickle and lick her foot without her permission. After a kick to the face of her sexual assailant and a bottle of liquor broken across the face of the man who recognized her ethnicity, the owner of the tavern ordered all three of them to take their issue outside. While Myrine was more than willing to go outside to put the two men in their place, she wasn’t expecting so many other thugs to show up.
Before Myrine could make another move, a gunshot was fired in the air. Standing behind her was a middle aged woman in ragged cloths stitched together by grey threads carrying a revolving flintlock pistol ready to shoot down those assaulting Myrine. The men ran away with their tails between their legs, afraid to get shot down by an older woman. Myrine turned around to thank the woman who had helped her who took her hand immediately after and began to lead her to where she resided in the crowded port city they were now in. Traveling back into an abandoned building, the old woman welcomed Myrine to her home of sorts. The floor was covered in a large circular rug, probably stolen, with just the bare necessities to get by on such as a jar for fresh water and a basket to hold on to the food she scrapped together. The old woman pulled down her hood revealing a woman of oriental features with some attributes similar to Myrine’s own gypsy heritage. The woman said she recognized Myrine’s ethnicity and came to rescue her as someone who shared a common heritage with her. Hearing this, Myrine was all the more grateful knowing that there was another gypsy without a band.
The old woman had no name saying that she had forgotten it after serving as a slave most of her life. Upon escaping servitude she had been in search of others like her to help in any way possible. Gypsies were becoming rare these days thanks to human trafficking and the monotheists taking in their children to make them conform to the modern world and abandon their culture and heritage. The old woman was happy to see that Myrine still free but pitied her lifestyle made from the horrible circumstances she now had. Myrine told the old woman not to be sorry for her because her lifestyle was entirely by choice. She could have easily found another band of gypsies to join or have settled in a domestic setting while abandoning her culture. But she didn’t because in spite of the tragic loss of her friends and family, Myrine saw this as an opportunity to make use of her energy and youth in a way she had always dreamed of. Having been fed romanticized tales of the exploits by rogues and pirates, Myrine set out to become one herself as a means to spit back in the face of society on how she was expected to be as a woman and to make a name for herself in the history of female pirates as the first one of gypsy heritage and the first to do all of her adventures barefoot.
Upon mentioning her feet, the old woman had Myrine sit in the center of the rug with her and place her right foot in her lap. The old woman held up Myrine’s foot by the heel and admired the physical beauty in them. The old woman then shared her left foot with Myrine who picked it up by the heel and also fell into a moment of admiration. For a middle aged woman, Myrine’s host still had extraordinarily beautiful feet that didn’t look a year past the age of 35, the mature age where all gypsy elder women strived to hold the beauty of their feet at. Myrine could see now that the tales about the women of her ethnicity holding on to youth so well were indeed true. Myrine thought it was merely coincidence with her own band but to see someone she wasn’t blood related to still have feet this beautiful while in her 50s was remarkable. After exchanging comments with each other, the old woman kept Myrine on the floor for one last gift.
The old woman got a saucer of water with a rag and she proceeded to clean Myrine’s feet for her. Seeing the entirety of the beauty in Myrine’s feet now, the old woman asked Myrine for a final request. The old woman pulled out a small chest she had hidden inside a wall and pulled out a scroll inside of it. After revealing it to Myrine, she told the young woman the legend of the island in the southern seas and of the serpent god. The island was cursed now but only upon completing the ritual would the island be cleansed. The scroll she had was the scroll listed with the instructions of undergoing the initiation ritual that lead to the main ritual. Myrine was skeptical about undertaking such a feat by herself let alone facing magical forces that she would most likely be defenseless against. But the old woman insisted Myrine do this telling her about the treasure and other goods waiting at the end of the ritual and what she would gain. Hearing that made Myrine change her mind and she bravely accepted the old woman’s request. If getting a head start on her goal of becoming a legendary female pirate by taking a treasure that no one had gotten to yet was the prize, Myrine couldn’t turn this opportunity down.
Myrine took the scroll and placed it in her pouch and thanked the old woman for everything. Myrine hugged the woman feeling as though she were somehow a kindred spirit to her. Before leaving, she asked the old woman what exactly was her reason for wanting this island to be cleansed. The old woman told Myrine that the day the island became cursed and the serpent god went on a rampage she lost someone very dear to her. The only way for that person could ever truly rest in peace now was to have the god they once worshipped be put to rest. Myrine said she would try her hardest to put the serpent god to rest in the process and gave the old woman a final goodbye. With a goal in mind and her heart set on success, Myrine left the old woman’s home to prepare for a journey south.
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Myrine regained her consciousness and picked herself up off of the steps. She walked up them while slowly regaining her momentum until she reached the top of the stairs. As Myrine’s head came to, she looked down a short hall lined with torches and statues of the serpent god leading to a wide circular room. Myrine reached into her pouch to find the scroll still in one piece and good to use.
“Alright,” Myrine said as she opened the scroll and looked at its contents, “let the Ritual of The Black Blood commence.”
Not too action packed but I felt this needed to be known. Next chapter will be much better.
Myrine thrust kicked a man charging at her while spinning around with her knife drawn to slice the side of another attacker. The man fell to his knees and Myrine jumped back to giver herself distance. Two more thugs appeared then to help their fallen comrade and outnumber Myrine more. At the tavern Myrine was eating at, the man who she had just kicked recognized her ethnicity while the man now bleeding had grabbed her leg and tried to tickle and lick her foot without her permission. After a kick to the face of her sexual assailant and a bottle of liquor broken across the face of the man who recognized her ethnicity, the owner of the tavern ordered all three of them to take their issue outside. While Myrine was more than willing to go outside to put the two men in their place, she wasn’t expecting so many other thugs to show up.
Before Myrine could make another move, a gunshot was fired in the air. Standing behind her was a middle aged woman in ragged cloths stitched together by grey threads carrying a revolving flintlock pistol ready to shoot down those assaulting Myrine. The men ran away with their tails between their legs, afraid to get shot down by an older woman. Myrine turned around to thank the woman who had helped her who took her hand immediately after and began to lead her to where she resided in the crowded port city they were now in. Traveling back into an abandoned building, the old woman welcomed Myrine to her home of sorts. The floor was covered in a large circular rug, probably stolen, with just the bare necessities to get by on such as a jar for fresh water and a basket to hold on to the food she scrapped together. The old woman pulled down her hood revealing a woman of oriental features with some attributes similar to Myrine’s own gypsy heritage. The woman said she recognized Myrine’s ethnicity and came to rescue her as someone who shared a common heritage with her. Hearing this, Myrine was all the more grateful knowing that there was another gypsy without a band.
The old woman had no name saying that she had forgotten it after serving as a slave most of her life. Upon escaping servitude she had been in search of others like her to help in any way possible. Gypsies were becoming rare these days thanks to human trafficking and the monotheists taking in their children to make them conform to the modern world and abandon their culture and heritage. The old woman was happy to see that Myrine still free but pitied her lifestyle made from the horrible circumstances she now had. Myrine told the old woman not to be sorry for her because her lifestyle was entirely by choice. She could have easily found another band of gypsies to join or have settled in a domestic setting while abandoning her culture. But she didn’t because in spite of the tragic loss of her friends and family, Myrine saw this as an opportunity to make use of her energy and youth in a way she had always dreamed of. Having been fed romanticized tales of the exploits by rogues and pirates, Myrine set out to become one herself as a means to spit back in the face of society on how she was expected to be as a woman and to make a name for herself in the history of female pirates as the first one of gypsy heritage and the first to do all of her adventures barefoot.
Upon mentioning her feet, the old woman had Myrine sit in the center of the rug with her and place her right foot in her lap. The old woman held up Myrine’s foot by the heel and admired the physical beauty in them. The old woman then shared her left foot with Myrine who picked it up by the heel and also fell into a moment of admiration. For a middle aged woman, Myrine’s host still had extraordinarily beautiful feet that didn’t look a year past the age of 35, the mature age where all gypsy elder women strived to hold the beauty of their feet at. Myrine could see now that the tales about the women of her ethnicity holding on to youth so well were indeed true. Myrine thought it was merely coincidence with her own band but to see someone she wasn’t blood related to still have feet this beautiful while in her 50s was remarkable. After exchanging comments with each other, the old woman kept Myrine on the floor for one last gift.
The old woman got a saucer of water with a rag and she proceeded to clean Myrine’s feet for her. Seeing the entirety of the beauty in Myrine’s feet now, the old woman asked Myrine for a final request. The old woman pulled out a small chest she had hidden inside a wall and pulled out a scroll inside of it. After revealing it to Myrine, she told the young woman the legend of the island in the southern seas and of the serpent god. The island was cursed now but only upon completing the ritual would the island be cleansed. The scroll she had was the scroll listed with the instructions of undergoing the initiation ritual that lead to the main ritual. Myrine was skeptical about undertaking such a feat by herself let alone facing magical forces that she would most likely be defenseless against. But the old woman insisted Myrine do this telling her about the treasure and other goods waiting at the end of the ritual and what she would gain. Hearing that made Myrine change her mind and she bravely accepted the old woman’s request. If getting a head start on her goal of becoming a legendary female pirate by taking a treasure that no one had gotten to yet was the prize, Myrine couldn’t turn this opportunity down.
Myrine took the scroll and placed it in her pouch and thanked the old woman for everything. Myrine hugged the woman feeling as though she were somehow a kindred spirit to her. Before leaving, she asked the old woman what exactly was her reason for wanting this island to be cleansed. The old woman told Myrine that the day the island became cursed and the serpent god went on a rampage she lost someone very dear to her. The only way for that person could ever truly rest in peace now was to have the god they once worshipped be put to rest. Myrine said she would try her hardest to put the serpent god to rest in the process and gave the old woman a final goodbye. With a goal in mind and her heart set on success, Myrine left the old woman’s home to prepare for a journey south.
….
Myrine regained her consciousness and picked herself up off of the steps. She walked up them while slowly regaining her momentum until she reached the top of the stairs. As Myrine’s head came to, she looked down a short hall lined with torches and statues of the serpent god leading to a wide circular room. Myrine reached into her pouch to find the scroll still in one piece and good to use.
“Alright,” Myrine said as she opened the scroll and looked at its contents, “let the Ritual of The Black Blood commence.”
Not too action packed but I felt this needed to be known. Next chapter will be much better.
