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PM'd you. Very interested.
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Running away gave Liz the freedom she always dreamed of along with the dangers she had not. Not aware of the dangers of the capital Liz sought out those in need in turn for food or shelter. The trade was working well as the word reached people a skilled healer was helping those in need. with out the need of religious affiliation. Truly a blessing to those in the capital who were in dire need. There was no shortage of offerings from the masses. Soon Liz ad a months supply of food in the mater of a few days. Not asked to work in the brothel they did offer her a room for aid.
The room was empty and was formally a storage room. A bed was moved in for her and a wash station. Here she could still see to the people and keep all of her gains from the tips she received. All of your business was diverted to the first floor while the other girls worked above. The sick and injured forming a line to the brothel leading to a name change. "The Blessed sister". The name spread like wild fire in the capital. Liz always had some one coming to see her. The capital actually improved health wise and the brothel business improved as well. However the places that were hurt were the churches.
People no longer had to feign piety to receive healing made the donations to the church drop off sharply. The church was not amused by being upstaged by this healer in a brothel. They soon set plans in motion to return the people to the rightful place for healing. Not in dark rooms or back alley but in the mid day in front of the king they made veiled threats on behalf of the gods. The gods saw lust and sin on the people demon worship was to blame in the pit of evil growing each day the king stood by and did nothing. The king sent three platoons of knights to cleans the evil of his kingdom. They surrounded the building without a word they stormed the doors and swarmed inside. The knights butchered the brothel girls and those patrons inside. Three men came into the room where you were and threw a large sack over you. "Forgive us." Was all you heard before a blow to your head knocked you unconscious.
You awoke in a cart with other people dressed in rags and chained. They were heading to a strange land, they traveled east. As you arrived to a small town they dragged you out one by one and stood each of you against a wooden pole. Above your head was a metal hook. The chains binding your hands were raised to catch on this hook. The bidding began....
The room was empty and was formally a storage room. A bed was moved in for her and a wash station. Here she could still see to the people and keep all of her gains from the tips she received. All of your business was diverted to the first floor while the other girls worked above. The sick and injured forming a line to the brothel leading to a name change. "The Blessed sister". The name spread like wild fire in the capital. Liz always had some one coming to see her. The capital actually improved health wise and the brothel business improved as well. However the places that were hurt were the churches.
People no longer had to feign piety to receive healing made the donations to the church drop off sharply. The church was not amused by being upstaged by this healer in a brothel. They soon set plans in motion to return the people to the rightful place for healing. Not in dark rooms or back alley but in the mid day in front of the king they made veiled threats on behalf of the gods. The gods saw lust and sin on the people demon worship was to blame in the pit of evil growing each day the king stood by and did nothing. The king sent three platoons of knights to cleans the evil of his kingdom. They surrounded the building without a word they stormed the doors and swarmed inside. The knights butchered the brothel girls and those patrons inside. Three men came into the room where you were and threw a large sack over you. "Forgive us." Was all you heard before a blow to your head knocked you unconscious.
You awoke in a cart with other people dressed in rags and chained. They were heading to a strange land, they traveled east. As you arrived to a small town they dragged you out one by one and stood each of you against a wooden pole. Above your head was a metal hook. The chains binding your hands were raised to catch on this hook. The bidding began....
@Jangel13
The grand chieftain takes the head and eats the eyes of the shaman. "This is good. It would have cost us many to do what you have accomplished on your own. You are to be rewarded with a new mission. Out to the west passed the boarder lands and to the southern coast is a small band of renegades goblins who fail to see me as their leader. They follow a warrior who thinks he can start a new tribe. Kill him. Bring me his weapon. You will be rewarded with an ability own shaman has developed for you. Fail is not an option. This warrior is skilled, be cautious. He has a small troop of twenty berserkers, and 2 loyal half orc. They are never separated. Do this and your part in this tribe will be secure.
GM note: As you leave you are warned by a goblin grunt. "Be wary Grizzle was a trap maker. He took the secrete of the "BOOM fire." Bring me the secrete paper and we will aid you."
BOOM fire: Oil based fire bomb does not wash off.
The grand chieftain takes the head and eats the eyes of the shaman. "This is good. It would have cost us many to do what you have accomplished on your own. You are to be rewarded with a new mission. Out to the west passed the boarder lands and to the southern coast is a small band of renegades goblins who fail to see me as their leader. They follow a warrior who thinks he can start a new tribe. Kill him. Bring me his weapon. You will be rewarded with an ability own shaman has developed for you. Fail is not an option. This warrior is skilled, be cautious. He has a small troop of twenty berserkers, and 2 loyal half orc. They are never separated. Do this and your part in this tribe will be secure.
GM note: As you leave you are warned by a goblin grunt. "Be wary Grizzle was a trap maker. He took the secrete of the "BOOM fire." Bring me the secrete paper and we will aid you."
BOOM fire: Oil based fire bomb does not wash off.
@Lucius Cypher Crosses fingers for acceptance.
No you just cant touch that until your 21 birthday. It sits and is being fought over by lawyers. The money that is gone is your 2.7 million annual gratuity.
Vivians reply: Thing are in the paper phase. I have eviction papers but since they have to be notarized and delivered to the person via third party its going to take time. The lawyers are defending the will of your mom and at the same time defending the guardianship of Amanda over you until you turn twenty one. The question was brought up of emancipation but it was argued that you would just be on your won until the twenty first birthday. So nothing would change really.
At breakfast was blessed by no sight of Frank. It was just you and Amanda. "The three nieces are in the hospital. They were severely beaten by blunt objects. The doctor said bats more then likely. Unfortunately Jamie was in a psychotic vegetative state. She must of snapped and assaulted the two in the barn. Then froze from the guilt of her actions. Jamie was the only one untouched so it made sense. They would be staying in the hospital until they could walk again. Honesty I'm not surprised with this family. It's only a matter of time until they would have snapped anyway."
At breakfast was blessed by no sight of Frank. It was just you and Amanda. "The three nieces are in the hospital. They were severely beaten by blunt objects. The doctor said bats more then likely. Unfortunately Jamie was in a psychotic vegetative state. She must of snapped and assaulted the two in the barn. Then froze from the guilt of her actions. Jamie was the only one untouched so it made sense. They would be staying in the hospital until they could walk again. Honesty I'm not surprised with this family. It's only a matter of time until they would have snapped anyway."
@Caits No worries I'll just have the tribal leader scar you for life. *I kid of course.* Whenever is fine.
@Jangel13
The battle was over. The shamans body hung in the rotting air as the vines held him in place. The glow around him flickered and disappeared. As you left the hut you saw the others still close to the fire. None of them seemed to notice your stealthy retreat into the dark. The light of a new day was making the sky a dark blue. By the time you were safe from the swamp and the out of danger you began the long journey back. Grateful that the spring meant few of the wild creatures had awakened. Off towards the direction of the tribe you heard the drums. Warning others to stay away. They guided you back.
The second night was fairly uneventful as well. You could see the safety of the tribal markers. Over head were the large floating islands. you could see only the underneath of them as they floated silently overhead in the direction of the wind. The moon was out tonight and while not full the closeness of it in relation to you made it possible to see the shadow of craters in its surface. Around you the air blew while the quietness brought the attention of chirping insects hidden in the grass. You continued your journey into the tribe lands. You saw the goblin workers cutting the forest down acre by acre. The brutes hauled the trunks off to be made into support beams and other underground structures. They were also used to feed the forges. The pillars of smoke closed off the many different scents you had while out in the fresh air. The warriors were issuing challenges and giving each other scars of honor for surviving the lessons.
The battle was over. The shamans body hung in the rotting air as the vines held him in place. The glow around him flickered and disappeared. As you left the hut you saw the others still close to the fire. None of them seemed to notice your stealthy retreat into the dark. The light of a new day was making the sky a dark blue. By the time you were safe from the swamp and the out of danger you began the long journey back. Grateful that the spring meant few of the wild creatures had awakened. Off towards the direction of the tribe you heard the drums. Warning others to stay away. They guided you back.
The second night was fairly uneventful as well. You could see the safety of the tribal markers. Over head were the large floating islands. you could see only the underneath of them as they floated silently overhead in the direction of the wind. The moon was out tonight and while not full the closeness of it in relation to you made it possible to see the shadow of craters in its surface. Around you the air blew while the quietness brought the attention of chirping insects hidden in the grass. You continued your journey into the tribe lands. You saw the goblin workers cutting the forest down acre by acre. The brutes hauled the trunks off to be made into support beams and other underground structures. They were also used to feed the forges. The pillars of smoke closed off the many different scents you had while out in the fresh air. The warriors were issuing challenges and giving each other scars of honor for surviving the lessons.
@Jangel13
The closeness of the green aura was emitting no heat. As you withdrew your blad you watched in horror as the aura scabbed over the wound you had just made. The shaman hissed in pain from both the wound and the cauterization. The aura seemed to get fainter. The blade parrying the clawed hand expended the spell he was holding. Causing the metal to emit a sizzle sound as the acid touch weakened the blade, making it sag. The shamans eyes narrowed at you. He emits a shrill sound and jumps back. At the same time vines descend from the ceiling intent on impaling you!
The closeness of the green aura was emitting no heat. As you withdrew your blad you watched in horror as the aura scabbed over the wound you had just made. The shaman hissed in pain from both the wound and the cauterization. The aura seemed to get fainter. The blade parrying the clawed hand expended the spell he was holding. Causing the metal to emit a sizzle sound as the acid touch weakened the blade, making it sag. The shamans eyes narrowed at you. He emits a shrill sound and jumps back. At the same time vines descend from the ceiling intent on impaling you!
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