Trauma must be the new black or summat
[[A deafening sound somewhat like something being torn apart can be heard from one of the five gates surrounding the town, and someone who appears to be a badly wounded Kraehe double appears in front of the gate. She staggers a few steps forward, then drops to her knees.
Oh, who could this be?
Why, it's Asma, of course, who pushes herself unsteadily to her feet, moving almost drunkenly. As she looks up, she presses a hand to a puncture wound on the left side of her chest - it seems to have just missed her collarbone. She coughs. Her eyes focus, and her movements become less vague as she looks around.]]
... where am I?... Did they...? [[She grimaces.]] ... what...
Autor... Autor! What the hell are you playing at-
[[She takes a few steps forward and almost falls again, barely managing to stay on her feet.]] Autor!... AUTOR! Son of a- what did you do with them!? I hope she killed you, you traitorous, deceitful little...
AUTOR! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH WITHOUT PLAYING THIS STUPID GAME!? [[Asma trips on something - a loose cobblestone - and is sent flying face first into the ground.]]
... ow... where the hell are you, Autor?... ignoring me... like I'm not even here... immature... stupid...
Haytham... Janan?... anyone?...
[[She attempts to shove herself back up, but the weight of a black feather around her neck seems to be anchoring her to the ground.]]
[[ooc: Was going to post this in a few days, but I was blackmailed into kicking it up now. Enjoy the new and improved Asma until she either tries to kill you or goes mental.]]