Sometimes up.
Sometimes down.
Sometimes winding to ungodly heights.
Sometimes delving into dark despair.
Staircases came in all shapes, sizes and lengths.
So did damnation.
Krysira was pondering these thoughts as she ran a finger clothed in new kid-skinned leather gloves over a dusty banister upon the second floor of the IronHelm Flats. While her blue-gray eyes were focused intently on the symbols she was absent-mindedly tracing, she did not see them; her thoughts were far from here.
She was lost in how her life had changed.
Her luck was decidedly different as of late. New threads, head of the Black Wolf Guild, new money. Reviewing how it had all transpired, Krysira fondled the red dice in the pocket of her silk overcoat. Nocent had presented her with Alea Fatum; her dice, and had said that a simple roll would aid her in making decisions, changing her luck and soaring through situations. And she had been right. After Krysira had rolled a few times, and the higher the number, things began to change.
First roll: Two and Six - Krysira was named as the sole executor and director of a substantial bank account, with only one order: to buy the "abandoned" IronHelm Flats property in the West End.
Second roll: Five and Five - Krysira was summoned to a meeting of the Black Wolf Guild. It seemed that the previous head, Shermall "Quick Step" Rotherby, had experienced the most unfortunate of accidents; falling onto his own sword after mysteriously drinking a pitcher of acid that burned his throat out. However, he had ever so recently changed his orders so that in the event of his demise, one Krysira Clayborne would assume total control and responsibility for the thieves' guild.
Third roll: Six and Six - Krysira was given the luxurious property of the Crescent Hill Manor and a seemingly unlimited treasury. Both of these "gifts" came because of her association with the guild (Crescent Hill Manor had belonged to Shermall "Quick Step" Rotherby) and her role as executor of RhyDin Bank account #2876 (there was a bulky annual allowance for its executor).
"Miss...uh...Clayborne?" the thin and frankly skittish property peddler looked up from his paperwork on the clipboard to the woman standing on the landing above him. "I trust all is well and that the purchase of The IronHelm is...acceptable to you?"
Krysira's cool gaze funneled down as she gazed at Mr. Kinderson. He was a funny-looking little man, who did not cease to remind the thief from Guller's Creek of a sickly sea otter. And he had the odd habit of wiping his brow with an oily cotton handkerchief when he was nervous, which was quite often in this area of town. "Acceptable? Yes, of course."
"Wonderful, wonderful!", delighted to leave the heart of the violence-infested West End, Mr. Kinderson started hurrying for the door. "We will have the paperwork ready for you to sign directly, my lady. I will just pop back to the office and make sure that all is set for you."
"You do that," Krysira nodded. And down the stairs she began...
Sometimes down.
Sometimes winding to ungodly heights.
Sometimes delving into dark despair.
Staircases came in all shapes, sizes and lengths.
So did damnation.
Krysira was pondering these thoughts as she ran a finger clothed in new kid-skinned leather gloves over a dusty banister upon the second floor of the IronHelm Flats. While her blue-gray eyes were focused intently on the symbols she was absent-mindedly tracing, she did not see them; her thoughts were far from here.
She was lost in how her life had changed.
Her luck was decidedly different as of late. New threads, head of the Black Wolf Guild, new money. Reviewing how it had all transpired, Krysira fondled the red dice in the pocket of her silk overcoat. Nocent had presented her with Alea Fatum; her dice, and had said that a simple roll would aid her in making decisions, changing her luck and soaring through situations. And she had been right. After Krysira had rolled a few times, and the higher the number, things began to change.
First roll: Two and Six - Krysira was named as the sole executor and director of a substantial bank account, with only one order: to buy the "abandoned" IronHelm Flats property in the West End.
Second roll: Five and Five - Krysira was summoned to a meeting of the Black Wolf Guild. It seemed that the previous head, Shermall "Quick Step" Rotherby, had experienced the most unfortunate of accidents; falling onto his own sword after mysteriously drinking a pitcher of acid that burned his throat out. However, he had ever so recently changed his orders so that in the event of his demise, one Krysira Clayborne would assume total control and responsibility for the thieves' guild.
Third roll: Six and Six - Krysira was given the luxurious property of the Crescent Hill Manor and a seemingly unlimited treasury. Both of these "gifts" came because of her association with the guild (Crescent Hill Manor had belonged to Shermall "Quick Step" Rotherby) and her role as executor of RhyDin Bank account #2876 (there was a bulky annual allowance for its executor).
"Miss...uh...Clayborne?" the thin and frankly skittish property peddler looked up from his paperwork on the clipboard to the woman standing on the landing above him. "I trust all is well and that the purchase of The IronHelm is...acceptable to you?"
Krysira's cool gaze funneled down as she gazed at Mr. Kinderson. He was a funny-looking little man, who did not cease to remind the thief from Guller's Creek of a sickly sea otter. And he had the odd habit of wiping his brow with an oily cotton handkerchief when he was nervous, which was quite often in this area of town. "Acceptable? Yes, of course."
"Wonderful, wonderful!", delighted to leave the heart of the violence-infested West End, Mr. Kinderson started hurrying for the door. "We will have the paperwork ready for you to sign directly, my lady. I will just pop back to the office and make sure that all is set for you."
"You do that," Krysira nodded. And down the stairs she began...