Out of the dark, into the night - Nox

Cling-clang. Boom! The consistent sound she became all too used to, but still tenses up whenever it happens. Bet it standing or in mid flight as she's the victim of another whacky piece of technology gone wrong by residents of Highforge. This time was another airborne experience. One of many, but unique as it was an incident like any other. This time she didn't only hit the floor a few meters away but a piece of shrapnel cut along her throat. Her limp frame dozing into a forced slumber, just barely able to stay awake. Eyes half lidded and her neck and side that was upon the floor began to feel war from the pool of blood that was pooling up. The only thing she recognized before her life flash before her was a swarm of dwarves and gnomes rushing to her.





Somewhere in that darkness and developing memory of life: "Nox." A feminine, stout voice called out from the distance. Heavy footsteps audibly coming closer with haste. Nox sighed. She knew what this was going to be about and didn't like any of it. Turning towards the figure, who presented itself as Lady Brunfil, a chubby, stout and motherly Dwarf woman. She did not offer a reply. Silence was answer enough, as well as her obvious attention to words that were to follow from Brunfil. "Mm... sweet child you seem to know - but today is the day you are to get out of the orphanage. I've an opportunity for you right away though, so fret not!"



Nox's eyes would widen just a tinge, clearly hopeful. In turn she asked: "Am I to join the guard as I request a while back." Brunfil stood there, opening her mouth but shortly after closing it. The silence lingered on and it was clear she was trying to find words to bring the bad news in a soft way. The longer the silence lasted, the clearer the situation became. Beggars can't be choosers though. Nox eased out a sigh and further said: "I understand. They don't see me fit for the job. What have you got for me then?"





There was an apologetic look upon Brunfil's visage but she'd offer a reply. "I know it is disappointing but my brethren and the ingenuity of the gnomes both do not see value in your hardships, even if you were plucked from the roadside while you were just a babe and grew up here."



Nox let out a huff, blowing some of her raven hair out of her visage. "I don't need your pity. Just tell me what I need to do now."



There was a light frown to Brunfil's face. Less out of the rudeness in Nox's words and more about the entire situation that it came down to. "One of the latest Gnome engineers requires an assistant to help her on the various projects for defensive battle equipment." The memory then concludes.



She wakes in a blur. Everything was hard to perceive but for the moment she got a glimpse at reality she saw how the world was moving with various people about her. She was being carried. Still alive at least, for now. Things began to go dark again though.





In the dream world of memories she saw a gnome woman. Blonde hair flowing down to the small of her back. A robe in darkish red leading to the ankles where thick leather boots were. A belt donned with various wrenches, hammers and screw drivers. She was standing upon a ladder, staring through safety goggles upon a robotic device. Ever so excitedly she waved at the nearby table which held a myriad of alchemical substances, like alchemists fire. "Quick - Quick demented pigeon! Get me some alchemists fire." Nox rolled her eyes and put on a thick, leather glove. The alchemists fire then taken in hand before she went up to the gnome and held it to her. Even with the ladder she ended up being taller than the gnome. "No dummy! Put it in there!" The gnome pointed towards a particular slot. This was the worst part. She knew something bad was going to happen, especially when the gnome stepped off the ladder and edged away from the experimental construct. Nox looked at the substance in hand, then to the gnome again. "Don't give me that look stupid pigeon! You know this is your only job so do it right!" Nox was incredibly urged to talk back. To glare. To sneer. However she contained herself and remained neutral. Turning to the construct she poured in the contents. First a bit poured in, then a half. Things seem to be going we-BOOM! The plating in front blew off the construct and smacked into Nox, forcing her to skid on the ground with the piece of metal upon her. It could have been worse though. She could have been victim to the fire instead. Her hatred however was hotter than any flame as she laid there under the plating. How many years she has yearned to be anything but this. If only she could prove herself to be better. To stick it up to those dwarves and gnomes that think so little of her.





Her eyes opened again, staring at the roof of the healing ward. How long was she out for? She turned onto her side to look for anyone that could help. A nurse flitted by and when Nox called for her she could feel a painful sting in her throat. Her voice barely able to edge over a whisper. From the pain she ended up wheezing. That anger grew more and more then. This life - an absolute shit hole. Enough is enough. She rolls off the bed. After the noisy thud and an ever so soft groan she plucks herself off the ground. Her clothes still bloodied. Her right hand going to her throat to feel the bandage over it, similarly bloody. Regardless, she just wanted to leave. Nothing would keep her here anymore. With a wavery step that sent her side to side as she walks, she ventured to the hallways. "Wait! You aren't meant to be out of the bed ye-..." The poor nurse was shoved with Nox's free hand, making her fall upon her backside on the floor. That glare Nox bared could nearly kill people with the anger she showed. The nurse falling silent and just letting Nox pass. Stumbling out the ward she went straight for the caravan. The gold she had left in the pouch by her belt, similarly bloodied, randomly tossed to a caravan leader who was just about headed out. He seemed absolutely startled, particularly when Nox wordlessly hopped onto the back of the Caravan in her state. "'Ey Lady do you e-..." He cut off his words as Nox simply gestured with a single hand for him to move on. Seeing the gold he was given, he tucks it away and asked no more questions. Her venture to Threshold secured.





A new beginning. A place of Adventure. There, she'd show them all what they could have had. She'd be better than all of them. Stuff it in their face with tales that would spread throughout the lands of her. So she at least hoped.