Misery Becomes Her
Leaning her head against the shower stall she hissed as the scalding water slid down her back. She did her best to breathe slowly and evenly through the pain, to stop the shaking and prevent her roiling stomach from heaving its contents. Grounding her teeth she gripped the bars on either side with both hands fiercely. The water stung the cuts that laced her back, arms and even palms.
The rawness of her throat clung inside and out, from screaming and desperately gasping for air as well as the rough hold of leather on the outside. She swore she could still feel the gloved hand constricting her neck and it was all she could do to fight off the darkness threatening to consume her. Rage welled up inside her, burning to her soul, she coaxed it out. It would keep her conscious, it would keep her grounded.
Until the day she could exact her revenge, then she could embrace the sweet peace of death. When her attacker breathed no more, provoked terror no longer - then and only then could she rest. Till then she would bide her time, mend her wounds, and strengthen her body...till then Urden Faele. Pray the gods have mercy on you, because I won’t...
The rawness of her throat clung inside and out, from screaming and desperately gasping for air as well as the rough hold of leather on the outside. She swore she could still feel the gloved hand constricting her neck and it was all she could do to fight off the darkness threatening to consume her. Rage welled up inside her, burning to her soul, she coaxed it out. It would keep her conscious, it would keep her grounded.
Until the day she could exact her revenge, then she could embrace the sweet peace of death. When her attacker breathed no more, provoked terror no longer - then and only then could she rest. Till then she would bide her time, mend her wounds, and strengthen her body...till then Urden Faele. Pray the gods have mercy on you, because I won’t...
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The Taritte. For the precious few that knew of its existence it was whispered in hushed tones. It was treated as a rumor, often dismissed but for the small number unfortunate enough to have run afoul of its agents. While they still lived.
Whereas the League and the seaxes of the Overseer operated out in the open, The Taritte was more akin to the smugglers and rogue assassins who worked carefully from cover. Unlike them no Taritte agent was hunted, if you made the mistake of disappointing the Council their personal cleaners would come for you. The Code of the Taritte was stricter than even The League. Reports were expected immediately and there was no failure or defecting. You could be assured that you were always being trailed and if that wasn’t enough there was an entire network within their system, The Watchers, whose only duty was to report on other agents.
The perfectionism was almost ideal. If you didn’t do your job - they killed you. If you didn’t report on an assignment by the end of the allotted three days - they killed you. If you were ever thought to be caught or compromised...that’s right they killed you. Their number was truly elite. But that was just the way they wanted it. Blood, Death, & Justice was their motto...but for whom?
Whereas the League and the seaxes of the Overseer operated out in the open, The Taritte was more akin to the smugglers and rogue assassins who worked carefully from cover. Unlike them no Taritte agent was hunted, if you made the mistake of disappointing the Council their personal cleaners would come for you. The Code of the Taritte was stricter than even The League. Reports were expected immediately and there was no failure or defecting. You could be assured that you were always being trailed and if that wasn’t enough there was an entire network within their system, The Watchers, whose only duty was to report on other agents.
The perfectionism was almost ideal. If you didn’t do your job - they killed you. If you didn’t report on an assignment by the end of the allotted three days - they killed you. If you were ever thought to be caught or compromised...that’s right they killed you. Their number was truly elite. But that was just the way they wanted it. Blood, Death, & Justice was their motto...but for whom?