[Prompt] Bitter World

The seasons shift and the weather bitters, frost and snow dance amongst the clouds and ground. Your breath is misted with each exhale and the sting of the cold settles onto your exposed skin. Errands in the cold are never fun, and ought to be done with haste. As you briskly move from one errand to the next, your eyes glance into an ally. Along the wall you spy a shivering body bound up in scraps that could barely be called a blanket. On closer inspection, the body appears small, young, a child freezing in the cold. Do you stop to offer some semblance of aide within your power? Or do you pay the child no mind, as this world is cruel and you have little interest in the whims of its cruelty?


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This is a hard one…
i dont think my character would even give the child a second glance. Pity is for the living. sympathy and empathy where struck from the scourge long ago.

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Ravasha was practically shivering. She had dressed in warmer, fur-lined robes and a scarf. She hated the cold. It was the opposite of her native element of fire and made her feel weak. She was out shopping and returning home. She then saw an interesting sight: Leaning against the wall, wrapped in a thin blanket, was a homeless Troll child. Ravasha’s heart went out to her and she felt a pang of remembrance at her own homeless state that led her to flee from Silvermoon.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Ravasha approached the child and crossed her arms.

“P-Please don’ hurt me.” The child put up her hands and backed away.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Why are you out here by yourself? The winter is unforgiving and you may find yourself dead soon unless you accept the kindness of strangers. Do you have any money?” Ravasha asked.

“N-No. No money. I have noting. My family…” The Troll child shivered and sobbed softly.

“Yes, I know what that’s like. You did something they disapproved of and now you’re left to fend for yourself. The world is full of fresh cruelties to inflict on the young and old alike. It is the way of things.” Ravasha tried to sound wise.

“I don’ need ya help, Blood Elf Lady. P-Please leave me alone.” The child insisted. She backed away from Ravasha.

“What’s your name?” Ravasha peered closely at the child’s eyes. Her fel green eyes holding hints of sympathy.

“K-Kikina.” Kikina answered after a long silence.

“Miss Kikina, you may not need my help, but I’m going to do two things for you. One: If you need shelter and the care of another, I’m offering you a place at my side. I’m not the most powerful mage in the world but it’s better than being alone. And two: I’m going to give you some gold. Please don’t refuse it.” Ravasha handed over two handfuls of gold pieces. More than enough to purchase lodging and food for several nights.

Kikina looked warily at the woman’s hands filled with gold coins. Why would a stranger offer to help her? There was probably more to the offer than she cared to know. But still she couldn’t resist the lure of shelter and food for several nights to come. She finally took the gold pieces.

“Tanks. I owe ya one, Miss…?” Kikina paused and waited for Ravasha to supply her name.

“Sinressa. Miss Ashsun if you want to be formal. It’s no problem. I’m an adventurer by trade so I just would’ve used the gold on my own inn room and alcohol anyway.” “Sinressa” laughed.

“What’chu wan’ for helping me? Dere mus’ be a price for dis, isn’t dere?” Kikina queried cautiously.

“The price I would prefer is to see you alive for the night and many more to come. But if you must know what I’d really love to see: Here’s my business card. We’ll discuss what I would like from you as a business associate. And there’s more gold where that came from.” Sinressa handed over her business card marked with her chosen alias and contact information.

“I’m not doin’ no freaky stuff, Miss Sinressa.” Kikina put her hands on her hips and tried to look tough.

“Freaky?” Ravasha tilted her head to the side and then giggled.

“Oh no, nothing like strangling demons with your bare hands or giving me a sponge bath. No, I want you to survive. We all must survive in trying times. When we have nothing we come to know our true value.” Ravasha/Sinressa said a little dramatically.

Kikina was silent. After a long moment she nodded. Sinressa turned to leave but then looked back at the child.

“Here. To keep you warm.” Ravasha took out a bottle she normally would have kept her perfumes in, settling a small flame inside and since it was created by her mana, it didn’t need wood to burn. The flame danced and twinkled inside the bottle. Providing heat for the cold Troll girl.

“Tanks again. When ya got noting, ya do what ya must. Ya a kind lady.” Kikina hugged Sinressa.

“Think nothing of it. Just let me go please. I don’t like hugs.” Ravasha said with a short laugh and then when she was released she departed.

Kikina held the bottle of fire close to her chest. She would always remember the day she was saved from miserable homelessness by such a kind lady. And she had always heard Blood Elves were fel-addicted, stuck-up noble types. She shook her head and walked towards the nearest inn with her gold in her other hand.

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Raede was cold. When he took the Horde assignments in Tiragarde Sound, he hadn’t quite realized that winter had a definite bite in that region compared to Zandalar and it’s cool but not cold misty winters. Upon his arrival at the port, he’d been given a thicker, fur-lined cloak which he added to his leathers. Unlike some demon hunters, he at least tended to cover most of his body.

One of his “errands” for the day was to check on whatever the hell was going on with the Ashvane Corporation. He’d seen some unscrupulous behavior from them before in Vol’dun. He couldn’t put anything past them.

He was on the outskirts of their premises when he heard an overseer yelling at someone. “DON’ JUST SIT THERE YOU WORTHLESS LUMP O’ COAL, PULL THAT CART NOW! OH AND YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR STEALING THAT BLANKET!”

Peering carefully at the scene, he noticed the overseer whipping what appeared to be a lump of rags. It screamed and then cried.

It was a child.

Filled with rage even for this poor human child, Raede swept in and the overseer was dead before she knew what hit her. He went over to the child, who was now huddled with absolute terror, eyes huge in his face. The child had no coat, his only clothing was in complete tatters and he clung to that pitiful excuse of a blanket.

“PLEASE SIR, DON’ HURT ME!”

Raede sized up the boy. He was skin and bones. He didn’t look like he’d seen a good meal in quite a while. What could he do? He couldn’t report back to the Horde with this boy in tow. And if he brought him to Bridgeport himself, well, they might accept the boy but that might not be enough for them to let him go free.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to take you with me and then get ahold of someone I know who can take you back to Boralus.” Raede smiled at the child. “My wife is a human. She can get you help. I just have to send word to her. But for now,” he motioned around the hubbub of the company headquarters, “we must leave here.”

He took the boy in his arms and summoned his hippogriff. Spying an unoccupied cave, he made note of the towns and landmarks nearby so his wife could find them.

When they entered the cave, he took some wood from his pack and started a fire. He cooked up some meat and offered it to the child, and then sat down to write near the mouth of the cave.

My Darling Wife,

I’m in Tiragarde Sound at the moment on assignment from the Horde to check into the Ashvane situation. Whilst there, I stumbled upon a freezing child, clearly one of the orphans I’d heard they promised to feed and house. They have done neither; the boy’s clothing is complete rags and he seems to have stolen the equally ragged blanket. I did not complete my assignment; he is with me in a cave south of Bridgeport somewhere between it and Kennings Lodge, but not quite to the glacial ice.

I cannot risk getting captured by taking him to Boralus or even Bridgeport myself, but I have a fire going and he has been fed.

Please respond with all haste and make sure that he is led to safety, preferably to Boralus far from Ashvane’s clutches.

I know how you feel about wanting to adopt children, but that time is not now while there’s this war brewing between our factions.

Please remember that I love you, and I hold fast to my vow that I will not deliberately harm those of the Alliance. This faction war will not break us.

Always,
Your husband Raede.

He signed the letter carefully, adding in his special marks that proved its authenticity. He summoned one of his pet birds who had been trained to find her, and tied the letter to its wing. “Go find Revenwyn,” he told it, “and peck at her until she comes.”

Four hours later, Revenwyn had come and taken the boy with her, Raede then continued his mission.

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Children are the future age,
Each day a indignant page;
Know that in a former time.
Love! Sweet Love! was thought a crime.

I once of youthful air
Fill’d with softest care:
I met with maidens bright
Where the holy light,
Had just removed the curtains of the night

So in the rising cold,
On snows cruel hours fold:
When parents were afar:
And strangers came not near:
The child will soon forgot her fear

Tired with kisses sweet
If they agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves over heavens deep
And the weary tired wanderers weep

To paladins Light
Came the maidens bright:
To her loving look
Like a holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook

To the pale and weak
To the Light they speak
To the trembling fear
To the dismal care
The Light the blossoms of my yellow hair.

(Revamp version of William Blake’s A Little Girl Lost)

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Shrouded behind the relentless veil of wind and snow, Asana darted on light footsteps across the rooftops of Everlook. Her boots barely touching down before leaping smoothly to the next. A dangerous affair with the frosted state of each one, but acrobatics was one her talents. She did appreciate the blizzard though. It had blown in suddenly earlier that evening and had made her job so much easier, even if it was unpleasant. Her hooded black coat didn’t do much to offset the intense chill.

“Oi, find that thief, you lazy mugs! I don’t give a damn how cold it is!” The goblin man’s voice echoed somewhere in the streets nearby.

Yeah good luck with that, she smiled wryly. Visibility was pretty poor already so she doubted they would catch up to her, but it was best not to take chances. Goblins were not kind to those who stole from them and they were very clever. Maybe she should consider marking up her price to the client.

Asana leaped across to a building with a rounded roof. Her foot slipped a little as it fought to find a hold in the uneven structure. But it found a ledge to latch on to and with a firm hold she scurried her way up to the top. Once up she paused a moment to catch her breath and survey what little she could see of the scene below.

“I see her, boss! On the rooftop to the south!” called another goblin.

Oh damn, someone has good eyes. Asana was about to climb down when she heard a whistling sound streaking through the air. A second later an explosion detonated above the house next to her. The fireball briefly warmed her half-frozen limbs, but the the shock wave of air upset her balance. She barely had time to hold up her arms to protect her head as she was blown off and tumbled down the roof into the alley below.

She landed unceremoniously in a heap of snow and hit something harder that she didn’t recognize. “Ugh…was the rocket really necessary? A little overkill, don’tcha think?” She groaned and forced her stiff body to move. No injuries as far as she could tell. She still couldn’t stay here, they probably had more of those. Hell a damned grenade was probably about to drop in here for all she knew.

Asana felt movement in the snow and looked down to see a small form wriggling her way out from beneath her. Curiously it was little girl, a blood elf child apparently going by her pale skin and long ears. Her dark blond hair was cut in a short neat bob, but her clothes had seen better days. She looked half-dead really. Asana noted her violent shivering and nervous fearful gaze. That thin little coat probably did almost nothing to warm her.

“Did I land on you? Sorry about that,” she apologized lightly.

The girl said nothing. She eyed her warily and tried to back away into a corner.

“What are—” Asana was interrupted by more male voices nearby. Easily only one or two streets away.

“Did you get her?”

“She fell around here, I know it!”

“You blockhead, I saw what happened. You missed her entirely! Where did you learn to aim?”

“Ah shut your trap, you try aiming a shot in the night through a thrice-cursed blizzard. It was close enough.”

Asana swiftly grabbed the girl and yanked her closer. She tried to worm them both down farther into the snow pile. “Don’t rat me out and I’ll get you a hot meal and keep you alive. Sound good?” she whispered in her ear.

“Y…yes…” the girl stammered quietly while nuzzling in.

The minutes ticked by as they waited. She heard footsteps pound in the streets around them. A couple pairs even stopped in the entrance to this alley, but her quick concealment must have worked because they didn’t enter any further. She listened to their irritated arguing as it faded away to other neighborhoods. When it went silent she crawled out of the snow.

She sighed, that was a relief. “Yep I’m definitely getting better pay for this. You all right, kid?”

The girl was still clutching on to her tightly and Asana realized she must have enjoyed the warmth of laying against her. “M…m…more…or less.”

She looked down into the girl’s brilliant green eyes. “Do you have a name? You can call me Asana.”

“I do. I’m Tianel. W…what was that about?”

She smiled. “Pretty name, Tia. Oh that?” She waved her wand to dismiss it. “Nothing important. I just ticked someone off tonight. Quick question, can I assume you’re alone in this city? No friends or family?”

Tia looked down and shuffled her feet. “How did you know?”

Because it was obvious of course. Looking at her was like looking into a mirror of herself. She knew the telltale signs of someone who clearly had no place to go. She reached out and flicked the girl’s forehead. “Because you’re standing out here and going to be dead by morning. No one does that because they want to.” Then more kindly she grabbed Tia and hoisted her into her arms. She was very light. “Anyways, I promised you a meal. You can tell me your story too if you want.”

Tia’s icy face cracked into a faint smile and she buried her face in her shoulder. “What if the guards come back for you?”

“We’ll avoid them. I haven’t been captured yet.” And that would be a sad mark on her resume if she was done in by a bunch of security goons. She’d rather go out with more style than that. Fortunately, she was fairly sure they could be evaded as long as she kept to the ground this time so mister “eyes of the gods” doesn’t spot her again.

“And if we get into a fight?” Tia asked.

She shrugged and pulled up her hood, already planning out multiple routes to travel through and had a particular tavern in mind as a destination. One on the far edge of the city where they could rest then leave quickly in the morning. “Then we hope they’ve run out of explosives.”

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