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"Amaranthine Noumenon" Juaneizu "J-Z" Zhenech-kia (Juhawn-nah-zoo Zen-nek-Key-ah)
Damn old codger…
“What is you name, Runt?” The old tiefling glared down at her. He was stocky built and filled the armor he dawns. A pair of short horns came from his wrinkled brow betrayed his mixed heritage. He his gray in years, at least in his 50’s, but is as fit as any non-dirty blood human twenty-years his junior. He was armed to the teeth, visibly he had two swords, a short sword and a bastard sword, at his side and a cross bow near the bastard sword on his belt (it is a given that he has more hidden else where on his body.) He held the young, perhaps only twelve or so, half-fiend in his armored hand. The young girl’s legs and tail dangled in the air and she held onto the hand that grasped hold of her shirt collar.
“What is it to you?” the young mud-blood growled. Her hands were grinding at the armored forearm of the Tiefling, he didn’t seem to notice or mind.
“You have something of mine, you little fuck!” He shook the young girl in the air. She screamed a little, but only held on tighter to the arm. “If you don’t give it back, I’d want to know the name to put on the grave stone!”
“Juaneizu!” She cried. “Juaneizu Zhenech-kia!”
The Tiefling flipped her about under his arm. She squirmed and kicked about, even smacking him in the face with her tail. He snapped at her tail, catching it in his mouth.
“EEEEEHhhh!” She cried. He had let her tail out of his mouth, but she continued to fight him. “Let me go, fuck face!”
“This should shut you up!” A sharp pain was felt in the side of her leg, and dropped her back on to the ground. Looking up at him, there was a dart of some sort in his hand.
“What the fuck did you do!?” She stood back up, but as soon as she did, everything went black. It vaguely felt like she was flying but only for a brief moment until even her mind fluttered away, and the cold ground was felt beneath her.
*
It was warm, wherever she was; it was also dark, save for a shimmer of light from some off window. She could barely move and what little she now sees is covered in a blur. The familiar glimmer of the Tiefling’s armor was across the room, facing away from her. There was another in the room. A scrawny-looking creature, tall and lanky but serpent-like in appearance, a Yaun-ti, was talking with the tiefling.
The Yaun-ti hissed. “She’s awaking. Damn it! It is too soon.”
The heavy steps of the Tiefling’s rang in her ears, she cringed at best she could at each of them. The Teifling grabbed hold of her shirt and pulled her up in a sitting position on the cot. “Are you going to fight with me again, J-Z?”
J…Z? The thought lingered in her mind.
“What did you do with the gem?”
“G-gem?” her words were weak, and gargled under her own saliva.
“Yes, you little cuss! You took it from my sack yesterday and ran!”
She rolled her eyes about, straining to remember anything. Her mind was still halfway asleep from the drug the Tiefling gave her back in the ally. A brief flash of her holding a large red jewel in her hands…. then watching it fall down a sewer grate. “It fell,” she then croaked. “Into the sewers…”
“The Sewers?!” The yuan-ti hissed. “Like hell we’re going to go down there, because that kid said it is!”
“Of coarse we’re not!” he growled back. “She’s going to go fetch it for us!”
*
The Tiefling was leaned over, grasping hold of the grate. With one pull, it flung off its hinges. He tossed it off to the side, it crashed onto the stone ground with a massive BAM! The Yuan-ti held hold of Juan; she was tied up and shackled.
“Bring her here,” The tiefling then said. The Yuan-ti pushed her forward, into the arms of the Teifling. She looked up at him in fright. His look was only stony and neutral. He knelt over and attached a chain to the shackles on her arm. “If you just go down, and get our rock, we would let you go, J-Z. You understand?”
Juan nodded, and crouched down onto the ground. She slipped down into the murky water. The chain clanked down behind her, and the Tiefling leapt down after wards causing the muck to splash over the young girl.
“Rinzin!” The Teifling cusped his hand over his mouth and yelled.
The Yaun-ti looked down the grate at them. “Yeah, Fargo?”
“You stay up there and watch the grate! You hear!”
“No prob!” Rinzin waved back.
Fargo turned and faced Juan. “Come on, get to looking! It shouldn’t be that far down.”
Juan stuck her black tongue out at him, only for her to get pulled down into the water by him. Juan pulled herself out of the water, her whole body covered in a yellow-brown muck.
“Don’t sass me again!” Fargo warned.
She glared at him, growling under her breath. He grasped hold of the chain tighter and pulled it taut in his hands. Juan curled her nose and started to sift her hands in the water and sewage.
*
“Hey down there!”
Fargo turned about and looked up at Rinzin. He was partly dangling down from the grate opening and had a basket in his hand, swinging it about. “Lunch time, Fargo!”
“Toss it!” There was a broad smile across Fargo’s face. Rinzin dropped it down; the tiefling caught it in mid fall. Juan watched him with hungry eyes as he sifted through the basket. “Now what have we here….”
Juan had now stood up and was stretching. Fargo was now leaning against the far wall, pulling the quark out of a flask of ale. She crept slowly over to him, her eyes betraying her hunger.
“Get your ass over here, J-Z,” Fargo pointed the bottle of ale towards her. Juan paused, but started to run as best she could through the muck to the ledge Fargo was standing on. He reached down and pulled her up by her shirt. She started to tug at her wet shirt to dry it out. A loaf of bread was suddenly right in her face.
“Eat this,” the Tiefling then said. Without hesitation, Juan started to scarf the loaf down. The bottle of ale was now held out to her. She snatched this as well and started to gulp it.
“Slow down, kid,” Fargo said with a laugh in his voice. “Shit, when was the last time you’ve eaten?”
Juan could hardly remember the last time she had eaten, perhaps a few days now. But she only shrugged the question and kept eating. Fargo slowly picked at the loaf in his hand. “Zhenech-kia, right?”
Juan only nodded. She was more concerned with filling her empty stomach then with the question.
“It’s an odd name,” He chewed slowly on a piece of the bread. “What’s it mean?”
“Merd-it op,” She said through her full mouth. Juan swallowed the bread and took a swig of the ale. “My ma’h died when I was little, and my da’h never was around. I was too young to remember my name, so every where I went, I got a new one.” She shrugged, and took another bite of the bread. “No-one wants me now, so I named myself.”
“How the hell do you spell that thing?”
Juan shrugged, once more, and sipped the ale. “I don’t know how to write.”
“And read?”
“A little, I know numbers more,” She turned about and looked up to him. “Anyways what’s so important with that rock? Any other person would have beaten me or turned me in.”
“It is payment,” He said taking a swig of the ale. “We were going to pawn it, until you’ve came about and dropped it in this shit-hole.”
“How come you didn’t you just beat me and turn me in then?”
Fargo laughed and slapped his hand on her shoulder. “If you were grown up and not so helpless I would have!”
“Helpless?!” Juan grimaced at him. “I can take care of myself perfectly well!”
“By the way you’re mauling that bread, I can see you can,” He laughed once more. She crossed her arms and brooded. “Come now, J-Z! Us mud-bloods have to stick together, if I had a better head on my shoulders I would have off’ed for you to stay with us.”
“Seriously?” She eyed the old tiefling.
“Why not?” He laughed. “You do kind of remind me of my old ma’h, she was a halfer like yourself.” He grasped the little girl’s shoulder and turned her about to face him. “Tell you what: if you find the jewel you can have 10% of the worth. That should be bout a hundred gold, have you know!”
Juan’s eyes widened and she started to hop about in place, “Really?! You ain’t just saying it to get me to look for it faster?”
“Honestly, on my ma’h’s grave, you can have that share,” He held out his right hand.
She spit into her palm and clasped hands with the Tiefling: “You’ve got a deal.”
*
The alley grew darker as the sun lowered past the rooftop above. Rinzin sighed and lit a short cigar that he held in his teeth. He took a draw on it and removed it from his mouth. He turned it about in his fingers, slowly letting the smoke flow from his mouth.
The tunnel glowed from the soft light of faeryfire that Rinzin cast only moments ago. Fargo crouched at the edge of the ledge, watching out at the waters and the little girl in it. Juan was bent over, the water coming up just past her knees, and was sifting her hands through the murky water. She pulled a piece of marble from the waters, roughly the size of the stone. She sighed, and tossed it over on the ledge.
A dark figure appeared on the ledge above the ally. Their red glowing eyes peered down at the Yuan-ti pacing about below. It looked over at another similar shadow coming down the alley and hiding behind a few barrels that lined against one of the buildings stonewalls.
Juan brushed her hand against something smooth and pointed. Grasping hold of it, she could feel the angular cuts of the gem. Her heart fluttered at the thought of it.
The dark creature sprung from the barrels snatching the Yaun-ti from behind. Rinzin tried to cast a spell, but the creature’s thin-clawed hand has grasped a hold of his mouth and digging into the sides of his face. The creature above, leaped down, drawing a sword and sliced down the Yaun-ti from chest to stomach. Rinzin’s black blood splattered about the alley. The one that had took hold of him tossed him down into the grate.
Fargo stood, alarmed by the bloody body crashing into the waters. He had his swords drawn and was facing away from Juan, towards the grate opening. Juan took this opportunity to pull the gem from the water, placing it into her pocket. The two dark creatures climbed down the grate and crawled on the ceiling of the tunnel.
“Fuck! It’s the damn bounty hunters,” Fargo growled under his breath. One of the shadowed figures flipped about and landed into the water. In its hand was the bloody long sword. The second crawled down the side of the wall and flanked Fargo from behind.
“Come on Assholes!” Fargo yelled at them through angered teeth. “You came all this way, might as well make it your wild!”
The first came quickly in with its sword parallel to the ground, as if ready to skewer Fargo in the stomach. Fargo readied his swords to block. But as he did so the second came at him from behind. The Tiefling stepped off to the side, catching the first’s blade in his side. The second turned and jumped onto the ledge. The first spun about and slashed again at the Tiefling, but only to be blocked by his sword. Fargo pushed the hunter back with his attacks, but the hunter quickly slipped down and through Fargo’s legs stabbing upward into his swords, breaking the attack pattern. Fargo barely turned about, but was only greeted by the hunter’s sword going through his chest. The second jumped up, drawing it’s own blade, a scimitar, and slashed Fargo’s throat. The Teifling’s body fell into the murky water.
Juan had sunk down into the dirty water, only her eyes and nose was above the surface. The first of the shadowy figures kicked over Fargo’s body. “Ready the two of them to hoist to the surface.”
“Yes, Sir,” came the second’s response. By the sound of their voices, the first was male, while the second was female. They both looked thinly built, but the first was defiantly broader in the shoulders then the other. The second started to wrap rope around Fargo’s legs.
The first turned about and looked right at Juan. Juan froze, her breath stilled and she tried not to move. The creature’s red eyes narrowed, but not maliciously. He turned about and knelt to his partner, she was still busy tying the ropes. “There is a mud-blood sitting in the water,” he whispered.
“This one,” she wiggled Fargo’s foot, “had a hold of a chain connected to her. I heard it hit the ground before we came down.”
The male turned over shoulder to look back at Juan. “I’ll finish here. You go back and get her un-shackled.”
“Why won’t you do it yourself?” She hissed.
“Just get over there,” he only answered. She dropped the foot back into the water and stood up. She kicked some of the muck at the other as she moved off. He shook his head and took up the rope. Juan started to crawl away.
“Oh! Hold on one sec!” The woman held up one of her clawed fingers. Juan didn’t stop but kept moving away. “Shit….” The woman growled under her breath. She looked about and noticed some of the water being displaced by the chain as it moved in the water. She ran over and grasped hold of it.
Juan was forced to turn about. She growled at the woman hunter. “Let me go!”
“Hold still and let me get these shackles off of you, kid,” the hunter responded in a passive voice. Juan kept trying to pull away. The huntress was being pulled slightly through the muck, being unable to get a decent grip with her boots. “Damn it! Hold still I said!”
She pulled the chain back, hard, causing Juan to fall forward into the ground. The huntress quickly pulled Juan along the muck. Juan popped out of the water to grab a breath.
“Calm down kid, I am only wanting to get you loose,” the huntress said once again.
The male hunter was already done tying up the tiefling and was dragging the body back towards the grate opening. He turned about to see the woman hunter struggling with the little half-fiend. “Having fun over there?”
“Shut up!” Growled the woman. Juan gave her a hard kick in the face, knocking her back for a brief moment. The woman scrambled to grab hold of the chain once again, and once more pulled the girl back to her. “Damn it, Korlex! Give me a hand here!”
“I am not good with children,” He jested. “You’re the woman, you handle it.”
“Fuck you!”
Korlex looked down at the two bodies before him in the yellowed water. “Just keep her shackled for now,” Korlex then said. “We’ll get these two up above then work on her.”
The woman shrugged and attached the end of the chain to her belt. She looked back at Juan. “We aren’t going to hurt you, you’ve got to understand that.”
*
Night came soon, the alley now dark. The faeryfire down below had faded away long ago, and the two hunters had hurried to get the two bodies to the surface. Korlex and the woman, who introduced her self as Elainna, both pulled the on the chain to draw the girl from the sewers. Juan still struggled against them, swinging violently on the chain and thrashing about. Near the top, Juan spun about and planted her feet onto the roof of the tunnel. The two hunters gave slack to the chain and pulled it up hard, sending the girl to spring out of the open grate.
Elainna tackled the little girl to the ground, holding her legs and tail down with her shin, and putting the girl in a headlock. Korlex had a set of keys in his hand, the keys he had taken off of Rinzin’s body, and started to test them out on the feisty half-fiend’s shackles. The shackles dropped of the girl; Elainna quickly got off the girl and moved against the wall. Juan got to her feet and hissed at them, but she didn’t run.
“Go on, get out of here!” Korlex’s voice was stern and was the sort of tone someone would talk to a troublesome dog then a person. Juan didn’t flinch, and maintained her ground.
“I said leave!” He yelled, this time more demanding then before.
Juan straightened her stance and clinched her fists to her side. “I have no where to go.”
Korlex’s eyes narrowed at the girl. Elainna came up behind him and placed her hand onto his shoulder. He looked over shoulder to her. “Why won’t we take her with us?” Elainna whispered, “At least until we can leave her someplace that would take care of her.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Korlex grumbled back. “It is too much trouble, and we can’t stay here that long.”
“A week. That is all I am asking,” she offered. “After that we’ll leave her in the streets.”
Korlex gave the little girl a hard look. “One week, and we’re gone.”
Elainna gave Korlex a kiss on the cheek. “You won’t feel sorry about this.”
“One week! And we’re ditching her!” He snapped back. He crossed his arms and headed over to the cart that the bodies were wrapped up on.
Elainna approached Juan. Juan didn’t move, but had a cross look on her face anyways. Elainna removed the mask from her face as she approached. She was narrowed featured, similar to an elf but there is a definite exoticness to her. Her purple hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she had yellow eyes. Elainna bent over to look into the girl’s face. Juan scowled even more. “Hey, what do you say about staying for us for a little bit?”
“What’s it to you? You are just going to leave me also,” Juan hissed.
“We won’t leave you alone,” she then said. “We are going to try and find someone who would take care of you.”
“No one will!” Juan replied angrily.
“Now, you don’t know that, little one,” Elainna gave her best comforting smile. Juan only grimaced.
“Would you please just consider staying with us for one week?” Elainna pleaded. “If we don’t find someone to look after you for a week, you can do what ever you want then and not have to think that this whole horrible thing ever happened.”
Juan crossed her arms and turned her nose up. “Fine,” she spat back.
“Wonderful!” Elainna said gleefully. She took hold of Juan’s hand and directed the girl over towards the cart. Juan moved reluctantly. “First we’ll get you cleaned up and then we’ll get you something nice to ware….”
Little then any of them knew was that their lives would be forever intertwined with each other’s. Juan wasn’t left behind, but was only taken along with Korlex and Elainna. For the next ten years the three of them worked together on hunts. Juan quickly became rather adept at it, and became an irreplaceable member of the team. Their methods have always been swift, and they only worked for the money, never taking personal pride in the hunt. The three of them became renounced through the crime worlds of the realms as being the best. The three of them were eventually ambushed by a group of bandits, Korlex and Elainna died together in battle. Juan was only able to watch as she barely escaped. The stone was burried with their bodies.
Juan spent the next few years working by herself, and re-gaining her reputation, as well as gaining one of bloodshed and fear. Her methods became fierce, and hardly ever wished to take on any partners. When she does, she only used them for her purposes and either killed them or left them for dead at he end.
