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Realms Beyond Dungeons
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February 5th, 2013, 10:21
(This post was last modified: February 5th, 2013, 10:29 by Mattimeo.)
Me? Running from the law? I'll have you know I'm a model citizen¹, and as such would have no need to fear the law².
¹Just not necessarily of the places I'm actually residing in at the time. ²Of my home town. -- Don’t forget.
Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. -- As long as you remember her, you are not alone. Quote:Law Abiding Adventurers Wanted! Mara read over the poster again, and shivered. Did this cursed country ever get warm? She'd been back and forth across the borders guarding traders since the late spring and even now at Midsummer it didn't seem to've got much warmer. She knew just what Papa would've said: If you wanted warmth, girl, you should've stayed in Sembia and married that man your brother picked out. Truth be told sometimes she looked back and wondered if she'd struck the right bargain. Oh to be sure she wouldn't want to be a decorous, "sophisticated" lady like her brother's wife was, but there was no saying that's what her intended groom had actually wanted if she'd taken the time to talk to him. With the distance of 5 years she could see that she'd been addled with grief after Papa had died, and her brother was too. Combine that with a decade and a half of years between them - no surprise they couldn't see eye to eye. And taking off and running had been the best deal she could see. Some of it was Papa's fault, even if she hated to admit that to herself. Mamma had always helped him run the business, gone with him on trips out to meet with the trappers or the buyers, been a second pair of eyes for the contracts. And when she'd died, he'd needed - wanted - someone to take on that role, and Mara was just getting old enough to learn. If she'd been heir, well, she'd've done a good job when he died. But according to the law it was all her brother's, and he had no need of a much younger sibling when running his business thank you very much. No use second guessing herself now - once you strike the deal the bargaining is over. Besides, she enjoyed the life on the road, seeing new places and dealing with all different kinds of people. Even when it was so abominably cold. Just she was getting to be a bit wistful when her colleagues on a job would sit over a beer and reminisce about past trips and adventures. When you moved on every couple of months you didn't get to join in with that sort of conversation, you never got to be part of the group. What was it that veteran fighter a few jobs back had said? You can't run away forever, everyone needs to put down roots somewhere. He might have a point, even if she wasn't going to go back to her family - she'd broken that contract with the way she left home - but she did want some friends & comrades. This might be just the way to find some, and earn herself some gold while she was at it. And even if her brother's men were still searching for her, they wouldn't look here. Standing there wool gathering isn't going to make any deals! as Papa would say. Time to go on, time to live instead of run. Mara straightened, squared her shoulders and strode off towards the gate.
...wounding her only makes her more dangerous!
 -- haphazard1It's More Fun to be Jack of All Trades than Master of One. Quote:Law Abiding Adventurers Wanted! They were in Damara for only an hour before Thoven Foxglove pointed out the poster to Mariel, though he was sure his sharp-eyed compatriot had already spotted it. She nodded in agreement. Perfect place to start, thought Thoven. Already he could see the an easy route into the crowd, of hiding in plain sight. And, being paid wouldn't be bad either. He hadn't ever had the luxury of wealth before, and he knew Mariel hadn't either. Growing up in Elventree had been nice, relatively safe and if he was honest boring. For an elf who'd been born in the treetops of Cormanthor and spent his infancy roaming the forests with his nomadic ranger parents, living in one place had become tedious. When his parents had first discovered his affinity for magic, they were torn, Thoven believed. They didn't immediately take the bow from his hands, but they did begin to consult with druids from their order of Rillifane Rallathill. Maybe it was not wholly their decision, but in fact one made by the elders of their order. Thoven would study magic. In Elventree, Thoven was exposed to a great deal of the world he had not see while living isolated in the trees with his parents. The Sentinel, leader of the Temple of Mystra, agreed to house Thoven and allow him to study at the great Temple. Thoven did not take up worship of Mystra, however, instead clinging to his childhood in worship of Rillifane at a small shrine in the trees of Elventree. The result was a distance between himself and the worshipers of Mystra. Some could not understand how he could live at the grand temple and not be overcome with Majesty of Mystra and her secret. Was he not a mage? Was he not already indebted to Mystra herself? Instead of companionship, at the Temple he found cordial relationship that never deepened into friendship. However, one day he did find a kindred soul wandering in the temple. Mariel was a thief, a spy, a young trickster. At times she did odd jobs for The Sentinel and on one such occasion Thoven met her. They were closer in age then anyone else and Thoven was immediately drawn to her wildness, the type he used to have and desired to ave again. They bonded and became friends. The trip to Damara was not one that Thoven had expected, and it was not one of his choosing, but he welcomed it. Even now as he looked at the poster he felt a touch of excitement. He was pleased to have Mariel at his side, glad she had agreed to come when he told her of the message he had received from his parents. It had been cryptic, but in keeping with his tight lipped parents. So when they said "Go to Damara, the druids have need of you", he had not bat an eye. They had sent the Foxglove Family ring in the message. He had stared at it a moment as it slipped from the package into his hand. The gold band with foxglove flowers stemming from a small cut amethyst had always been one of his favorite symbols. He'd envied his father's possession and now they had passed it on to him. A season later, he and Mariel stood before the wanted poster. He looked down at the ring snug on his finger. He would make them proud.
“The wind went mute and the trees in the forest stood still. It was time for the last tale.”
Of these following languages, can u PM me if you have taken one of them? (and please specify which one)
Better idea: pick one you'd've had reason to learn, based on your backstory. Or just run with Draconic 'cause you're you
 Got a bit swamped tonight, will finalise and post my backstory tomorrow. -- Don’t forget.
Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. -- As long as you remember her, you are not alone. |
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