Role

Chapter 3

Packing is such a chore, and should be done by slaves. Having to do it herself
infuriates Czhernish, but she knows she must, as her departure cannot become
known. Tomorrow is five years to the day since her meeting with the Matron
Mother, and she will be summoned to meet again. While she learned her lesson
and never again mentioned her visions - which have continued, and enlarged -
she can no longer continue as if she cares a whit for those around her, or
her people and city in general. She has learned what these teachers can
teach, taken what can be taken, and now it is time to leave this narrow,
confining existence. She will ensure when the portals open, she is the hunter.
Gathering her things she begins her carefully planned route to the underdark.
She timed her exit for guard shifts and little traffic or business. Of course
in Teth Azaleth, there is no "night" and "day", but a general convention of
time was long ago set in place. Carefully she makes her way, quiet as only
her own kind can be...

"CZERNISH!" Her name rings out! Swinging her head she turns and sees one of
the other students, Berzhondra, rubbing her eyes as she steps out of the
school. "Where are you going? Are you alright?" Such mewling, pathetic
feelings. Berzhondra is perhaps the worst of all students and has always
tried to kiss-up to the others, to try and fit in.

Czernish has but an instant to decide what to do and really it is not hard.
Turning fully, putting a dazzling smile on her face, she walked back and with
one hand begins waving, putting Berzhondra at ease. When closer, with her
her other hand, she darts out with viscious speed and slits Berzhondra's
throat. There was, of course, no other choice. Quickly, knowing one of the
patrollers might happen by, she wraps the still warm body in its own clothes
and cloak and drags it from shadow to shadow. Eventually she gets to the
hobgoblin guarding the entryway to palace. It eats anything and asks no
questions. Sliding up to him, a bit exahusted from the work, she unwraps the
body and puts an arm in the hobgoblin's hand. "Eat. Enjoy." The hobgoblin
does not need to be asked twice, and soon enough there is no evidence. It is
short work to stash the bloodied clothes in a fire, and in moments Czernish is
off. The path remains the same and she walks without a sound. The most
difficult part is the last part, the final gate out of the city. But she timed
it perfectly and found herself out in the caves of the underdark. She would
admit to no one, but she felt a twinge of fear. It's rare anyone leaves the
city. But in the five years she's had time to prepare, including researching
and learning a safe path. In a day she found herself in the svirf city - a
pit, not worthy of even a moment's notice - and then paid a small amount to
Be liefted to the upper world. The true work begins.