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Post by Caerna on Jun 17, 2015 20:44:25 GMT
The candle light flickers in her black eyes as she smiles across the mug strewn and ale soaked table at Kat, a wry smile on her black lips.
Dambrath is ruled by noble half drow decendants of the first half bloods known as Crinti. It's all rather boring but the Crinti who rule that place enslaved my family when my father upset one of the noble elders. My father's retainer, Endenas, smuggled me out of the country.
She turns distant for a moment, bites on her bottom lip, takes a deep breath and continues.
That was the last I saw of my father, Endenas was a traitor and the lure of Calishite gold was too much. I don't blame him, abroad, alone being chased by bounty hunters, he had no choice but to sell me and use the coin to vanish.
I escaped though, learned how to move without being seen or heard, learned how to take from pockets and purses that were far too full already.
She is back there for a moment, tries to hide her tears before putting on her game-face once more but her voice trembles now and then, breaks with the memory.
I took some of that blasted country with me, they were careful not to damage my skin, it was worth too much, but they left other scars, scars that can't be seen.
Suddenly, she snaps out of it, the smile is back and her eyes flicker once more.
I met Pelatzi in Tethyr, we traveled together, he wanted me on my back but I set that straight from the start. He has proven time and again that he is a good friend. He had just inherited this place and gave me a job here. You get the rich merchants come through sometimes, this is where I find my sport, serving ale is dirty and dangerous but not the kind of danger I enjoy. I like to steal from the fat merchants that pass through.
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Post by Katalina on Jun 19, 2015 3:38:30 GMT
*Kat looks back to paper in front of her for a moment, when she saw the start of a tear she started to raise as if to go to her. Returns to checking the drawing carefully and looking between it and her admiring Caerna's skin tone and figure*
" Scars whether visible or not can hold so much pain, Kal holds many of both *the fire flashes in her eyes briefly before she calms* . People who inflict such hidden torment gain my ire rapidly! It is kind of you to take understanding of Edenas plight, but betrayal is something that should not be taken lightly. When we put trust into people, friends, family or others more intimate we are opening up a part of our soul to them. I have learnt something of people's hidden side since spending time on the mortal realm away from my father, I have seen and met a few people who enjoy the torment and power they hold over others or try to. Sharing the trials we have endured creates bonds with those we trust the stories to.
*As Caerna demeanour changes back to a smile* As for you perfect skin, can you lean back again*laughs* if you lean any further forward you will block all the light *starts to shade the picture once more* It is easy to see why Edenas would how did you put it, want you on your back *smiles* you have a truly beautiful figure. Only a blind man could miss it, lift your head a little for me please.
As for rich merchants, stealing is not really something I condone or practise although I have been a party to in the past. Kal often has her eye on a fat purse of locked chest *laughs* she thinks I don't notice but my skills in stealth and observing the world around me were honed in hunting and tracking through dense forests and the like. You have to be able to see what's hidden when you are alone with the creatures of the wild or stalking a dragon, to be deep within a forest or the wilderness with just your wits and bow, now that danger can be exciting *smiles*. I remember not to long ago playing a kind of hide and seek with an Elven ranger in the Wealdath, now that was exhilarating. Pushing your skills to the limit, waiting for one of us to make a mistake and see if I was spotted.
*Moves round to sit by Caerna and shyly unveils the drawing* What do you think? Do you like it? (dc30) I must admit that drawing you like this has been one of the most enjoyable pieces I have worked on *looks a little worries waiting for the answer*
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Post by Caerna on Jun 19, 2015 16:10:41 GMT
A few seconds pass as she looks over the drawing, it feels like an eternity.
It is beautiful, you surely have talent, blessed by Hanali. You should make your living as an artist instead of an adventurer. I don't know much about art but I did meet an artist once. He refused to draw me for he said the light would never be good enough nor the colours vibrant enough!
He had said that line on many women before and many of them had fallen for his charm and into his bed. Turned out he was married. He was caught and hung for adultery.
His wife passed by here a few years ago on her way to Athkatla, she was heavy with child and even though she arrived in a carriage and wore crushed velvet, the coach was leaky and her dress was rough ab out the edges and torn and sewn many times.
Dambrath has many fine artists within its borders. You should go there.
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Post by Katalina on Jun 20, 2015 0:10:36 GMT
*smiles* "a picture is only as good as the subject being drawn, it is your beauty that enabled this drawing. *Grins* Maybe it is true that no light would do you justice, your figure truly shows the perfection and beauty of the female form. But I hope I have come close to it with this.
It is sad that his wife ended up suffering because of his infidelity, men like that are fools to themselves. If you make a commitment like marriage then they should honour it!
As for becoming an artist, ah but it would be grand to spend my time drawing all the beauties of the mortal realms and maybe those of other plains. But I have a duty of sorts that I must focus on, war comes and I must be ready. I still have much training to complete and must get stronger in preparation. It is nice tho, just to have these rare nights of peace to enjoy such beauty and lose myself in more than hunting and fighting. I would not have it any other way, I have a path to follow and I accept it whole heartedly. But still, it is nice to have these moments of happiness and tranquillity. Also travelling around I get to meet so many people *smiles at her* and if not for my trials I would not have found myself here tonight.
Now you mentioned your skills and drawing *smiles shyly*, a bath sounds like a great idea. Only a few hours past I was on deaths door, it would be nice to wash some of the dirt of the road off"
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Post by Caerna on Jun 20, 2015 16:09:37 GMT
*Caerna gently washes Kat's hair as relaxes back in the tub*
Not many folk believe me when I tell them my real story, they find it hard to understand as so many live a life so different to what I ran away from. Also, it is dangerous for me to reveal my past to strangers, it could lead to them... finding me. Or put my loved ones in danger. But there is something about you, your gold dragon heritage disarms me. I trust you and know you can look after yourself.
You see, I am a member of the Crinti, the noble half drow houses that rule Dambrath. Caerna is not my real name of course, I can trace my name back to the ruling house of T'lindet and Reinhar the Bold... I am the rightful heir to the throne of Dambrath.
*She falls silent for a moment*
My days used to be filled with feasting, dancing and holding court for handsome princes vying for my hand. But then a plot was hatched to destroy my family and to steal the throne from under them. My father and my brothers were assassinated. I was lucky and fled my homelands, smuggled away in a false bottom built into a wagon by my father's retainer; Endenas, crossed the border into Estagund disguised as a human washerwoman and then cut my hair short and posed as a cabin boy aboard a Durpari Spice Runner before traveling to Lurien and spending ten years hiding in the cellar of a halfling family before they paid a knight errant to take me to the Sword Coast. He was slain in a battle with a giant and I was captured, taken into the mountains but I was able to charm the giant not to eat me and instead he kept me as his plaything and toy. Over the months, I hid away enough Witchlace herb to grind into his mead and he fell into a deep sleep. I took my chance and ran. I must have ran for days, my feet were bleeding. I stumbled upon Pelatzi and he took pity on me. he ahs sheltered me here ever since.
My heart jumps whenever the door opens for I fear the Crinti house that killed my father and brothers have found me and will either kill me or return me to Dambrath to be their puppet queen.
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Post by Katalina on Jun 21, 2015 10:59:12 GMT
*without looking round, Kat reaches round a holds her hand squeezing gently*
"have no fear you secrets are safe with me, I am sorry for the loss of your family. That must have been hard to endure and then having to go on the run in such a way. It shows the strength of your character that you survived such trials, I have never heard of Witchlace before, but I am no alchemist. It is good that you found someone like Pelatzi to take you in and shelter you. Running through the wilderness can be taxing on the strongest soul when they are not trained or able to read the land and it's quirks.
*holds her hand to the side of her head* I hope that you can stay hidden here and enjoy the peace with no threat on your life, do you think they would still chase you after so long? I understand the pain of being hunted for who you and you family are, leans forward slightly showing the claw scars running down her back. I think Bahamut left these as a reminder for me to be vigilant against our enemies."
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