It was late in the night, or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it. I'd just changed back into my street clothes in my room at the Dragon, and I was walking back to my apartment. The night was clear and cool, but it was warmer than most had been for a while. Spring was coming in, and I could smell flowers; probably a scent being blown by the breeze from some unseen garden.
In a city like Rhy'Din, there are always people up and about, even in the dead of night. Most of them probably didn't even have mischief in mind, or at least nothing serious. I didn't pay much attention to the few people I passed on my way, though I did nod to a member of the watch, in plainclothes, as I strolled past him. He gave me a vaguely curious look, probably because he didn't recognize me without my mask, but he nodded back and went on his way.
When I rounded the corner that led to my apartment, I saw that there was someone standing in the road, in voluminous black robes and shadowy cowl. That was curious, but not particularly alarming, as the ring wraith look is popular among certain types around town. I kept an eye on him as I moved along the sidewalk, until I got closer and the wind shifted, bringing his scent to me.
It was the cloying aroma of rot, mixed with his own human odor, and something alien, though it seemed to be somehow familiar. I stopped, turning to regard him more carefully, and heard a soft puff of air behind me.
I felt the needle puncture the skin at the back of my neck a moment later and reached back instinctively to yank it out, even as I started moving down the road. When I reached the intersection, where a wide road ended at mine, continuing only as a narrow alley, I turned left toward the road, scraping at the dirt road enough to kick up a cloud of dust, then doubled back and picked up speed, shooting through the cloud and into the alley. I was hoping that if they were inclined to follow me, they would miss the switch in direction.
They were, and they did. There were five of them, dressed in the same all-enveloping black robes as the fellow in the road, and they ran off the wrong way at a trot as I leaned against the alley wall in the shadows. Two of them were carrying what looked like short staves.
I glanced down at the needle and realized they were blowguns, not staves - the long spine, which looked to have come from a porcupine or something similar, had a tuft of black feathers at the back end, and a tiny hole next to the point leaking some clear liquid. A drug or a poison, and I had to wonder how much made it into my system in that moment before I'd pulled the thing out. I was reaching up to touch the spot where it had struck when I heard a shout and the blast of a shotgun coming from the direction they'd run.
In a city like Rhy'Din, there are always people up and about, even in the dead of night. Most of them probably didn't even have mischief in mind, or at least nothing serious. I didn't pay much attention to the few people I passed on my way, though I did nod to a member of the watch, in plainclothes, as I strolled past him. He gave me a vaguely curious look, probably because he didn't recognize me without my mask, but he nodded back and went on his way.
When I rounded the corner that led to my apartment, I saw that there was someone standing in the road, in voluminous black robes and shadowy cowl. That was curious, but not particularly alarming, as the ring wraith look is popular among certain types around town. I kept an eye on him as I moved along the sidewalk, until I got closer and the wind shifted, bringing his scent to me.
It was the cloying aroma of rot, mixed with his own human odor, and something alien, though it seemed to be somehow familiar. I stopped, turning to regard him more carefully, and heard a soft puff of air behind me.
I felt the needle puncture the skin at the back of my neck a moment later and reached back instinctively to yank it out, even as I started moving down the road. When I reached the intersection, where a wide road ended at mine, continuing only as a narrow alley, I turned left toward the road, scraping at the dirt road enough to kick up a cloud of dust, then doubled back and picked up speed, shooting through the cloud and into the alley. I was hoping that if they were inclined to follow me, they would miss the switch in direction.
They were, and they did. There were five of them, dressed in the same all-enveloping black robes as the fellow in the road, and they ran off the wrong way at a trot as I leaned against the alley wall in the shadows. Two of them were carrying what looked like short staves.
I glanced down at the needle and realized they were blowguns, not staves - the long spine, which looked to have come from a porcupine or something similar, had a tuft of black feathers at the back end, and a tiny hole next to the point leaking some clear liquid. A drug or a poison, and I had to wonder how much made it into my system in that moment before I'd pulled the thing out. I was reaching up to touch the spot where it had struck when I heard a shout and the blast of a shotgun coming from the direction they'd run.