Post by VemuKhaham on Nov 1, 2004 15:18:52 GMT -5
Character Sheet – Dark Sun Campaign[/size]
I have always been an inhabitant of Nibenay, ever since I was born. I never knew my father, Bolin, and all that I know of him I’ve learned through the tales of my mother, Ghala, who raised me alone. She was a bitter woman, and all too often did she repeat her story to me, the only ears that didn’t laugh in her face and called her a whore as she spoke of it.
He was a wealthy dwarf, Bolin was his name. Never have I known a more despicable man.
That word, ‘despicable’, it was pronounced with more hatred then a person should be able to. The hatred of the word was not the only reason why I feared her saying it however, as the spit on my face was, especially for a young lad as myself back then, something not really pleasant. She continued, not minding me wiping it of my face:
I should’ve never listened to his charming words, his all too gentle ways of inviting me to dance. He was cunning, your father, you know, and before I knew it, he had already wrapped me around his filthy finger. And you know what, he even treated me like a real lady, and I was one, back in those days; you should’ve seen me.
For a brief moment, her entire face cheered up and it made me laugh, almost. Those happy thoughts didn’t usually last long, though, as it was only the silence before the storm. A tear already began to grow in her eye, as if it was an omen for what was to come.
But I should’ve minded the warnings of my family, and my real friends. I couldn’t believe Bolin also had a darker side, and I was blinded with love for him; just what he wanted. My family gave me a last warning, but I didn’t listen and we broke up. I moved in with Bolin.
I trusted Bolin with my entire hearth, but he betrayed me. After a few months already, I noticed I was pregnant. I thought it was the most beautiful time in my life, but Bolin was furious. Without even a second thought, he simply threw me out of his estate. The filthy bastard!
By now the tears rolled all over her old cheeks, but she wiped them away and wanted to be strong. She had grown old in a short time, so old… I could only look at her with pity, as I sat next to her on the street, somewhere in a dark corner.
I wasn’t too old, only seventeen, when the slavers took her. I barely escaped through her sacrifice. I don’t know what they wanted with her, she had nothing; no strength, no wealth and later I found out she died of a disease not long afterwards.
This is all I remember of my mother, and her tales are all I know of my father. I have grown up on the streets, and made a name for myself. I survived through hard work, and a cunningness I think I must have adopted from my father.
Thieving was my occupation, and I was good. One day I even stole a little locket from some wealthy-looking guy. When I opened it, I found something strange though; all kinds of strange letters and codes, and I didn’t understand it at all. Through one of my connections, I learned it was a hidden spell book, very valuable he added, rather jealous. But I… I was enthused, and I wanted to learn if I could do anything with it. Through the same contact I met a true arcane caster, who was known as Kurpru; but he called himself a defiler. He was a strange man, and I didn’t like him; rather, I pretended I did, so that he would teach me his art. It turned out I was a quick learner, as I’ve always been, and after a while I wanted to go and use my new skills.
Sad enough, the wizard had other intentions with me.
You are mine now, since I have taught you everything you know, and I don’t do that for nothing of course. I’m no fool!
He had enough power and friends (he was a member of some association he didn’t want me to know about – I had dug up my own sources for that though) to make me stay, and I was indeed powerless to resist. From now on, I was his slave, just like my mother had been, and Kurpru had only taught me my skills to abuse them later.
He made me the market salesman I am today. The first years I didn’t even know what I sold, and didn’t dare look, but later on the mage began to treat me a bit more like a true servant, and I was even allowed to keep a little share of what I sold. He told me I was in the black market, and a dealer of magical equipment, highly illegal of course. Even though my own power had grown, resisting was useless, as Kurpru only had to signal the authorities and I was busted, and if I would do the same to their association or him, he made clear to me that he had connections to get rid of such accusations.
A long time ago I would’ve, after hearing this truth, stopped immediately no matter what they would do to me. But that day, I was already made a slave, physically, but more so, mentally. I earned a bit of money even, and in time I learned a lot of magic and magic items, through the business experience.
Today, I am a bird in a cage, and as long as I get food, I am content and do not try to escape, even when the cage door is open.
I have always been an inhabitant of Nibenay, ever since I was born. I never knew my father, Bolin, and all that I know of him I’ve learned through the tales of my mother, Ghala, who raised me alone. She was a bitter woman, and all too often did she repeat her story to me, the only ears that didn’t laugh in her face and called her a whore as she spoke of it.
He was a wealthy dwarf, Bolin was his name. Never have I known a more despicable man.
That word, ‘despicable’, it was pronounced with more hatred then a person should be able to. The hatred of the word was not the only reason why I feared her saying it however, as the spit on my face was, especially for a young lad as myself back then, something not really pleasant. She continued, not minding me wiping it of my face:
I should’ve never listened to his charming words, his all too gentle ways of inviting me to dance. He was cunning, your father, you know, and before I knew it, he had already wrapped me around his filthy finger. And you know what, he even treated me like a real lady, and I was one, back in those days; you should’ve seen me.
For a brief moment, her entire face cheered up and it made me laugh, almost. Those happy thoughts didn’t usually last long, though, as it was only the silence before the storm. A tear already began to grow in her eye, as if it was an omen for what was to come.
But I should’ve minded the warnings of my family, and my real friends. I couldn’t believe Bolin also had a darker side, and I was blinded with love for him; just what he wanted. My family gave me a last warning, but I didn’t listen and we broke up. I moved in with Bolin.
I trusted Bolin with my entire hearth, but he betrayed me. After a few months already, I noticed I was pregnant. I thought it was the most beautiful time in my life, but Bolin was furious. Without even a second thought, he simply threw me out of his estate. The filthy bastard!
By now the tears rolled all over her old cheeks, but she wiped them away and wanted to be strong. She had grown old in a short time, so old… I could only look at her with pity, as I sat next to her on the street, somewhere in a dark corner.
I wasn’t too old, only seventeen, when the slavers took her. I barely escaped through her sacrifice. I don’t know what they wanted with her, she had nothing; no strength, no wealth and later I found out she died of a disease not long afterwards.
This is all I remember of my mother, and her tales are all I know of my father. I have grown up on the streets, and made a name for myself. I survived through hard work, and a cunningness I think I must have adopted from my father.
Thieving was my occupation, and I was good. One day I even stole a little locket from some wealthy-looking guy. When I opened it, I found something strange though; all kinds of strange letters and codes, and I didn’t understand it at all. Through one of my connections, I learned it was a hidden spell book, very valuable he added, rather jealous. But I… I was enthused, and I wanted to learn if I could do anything with it. Through the same contact I met a true arcane caster, who was known as Kurpru; but he called himself a defiler. He was a strange man, and I didn’t like him; rather, I pretended I did, so that he would teach me his art. It turned out I was a quick learner, as I’ve always been, and after a while I wanted to go and use my new skills.
Sad enough, the wizard had other intentions with me.
You are mine now, since I have taught you everything you know, and I don’t do that for nothing of course. I’m no fool!
He had enough power and friends (he was a member of some association he didn’t want me to know about – I had dug up my own sources for that though) to make me stay, and I was indeed powerless to resist. From now on, I was his slave, just like my mother had been, and Kurpru had only taught me my skills to abuse them later.
He made me the market salesman I am today. The first years I didn’t even know what I sold, and didn’t dare look, but later on the mage began to treat me a bit more like a true servant, and I was even allowed to keep a little share of what I sold. He told me I was in the black market, and a dealer of magical equipment, highly illegal of course. Even though my own power had grown, resisting was useless, as Kurpru only had to signal the authorities and I was busted, and if I would do the same to their association or him, he made clear to me that he had connections to get rid of such accusations.
A long time ago I would’ve, after hearing this truth, stopped immediately no matter what they would do to me. But that day, I was already made a slave, physically, but more so, mentally. I earned a bit of money even, and in time I learned a lot of magic and magic items, through the business experience.
Today, I am a bird in a cage, and as long as I get food, I am content and do not try to escape, even when the cage door is open.
, so I left it away now
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