Meleck

A Path to Vengeance

Doesn’t have to be that lizard man.

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My son’s scary one from a couple years ago was the Joker in the Care Bears universe. He was 6 at the time...

A Path to Vengeance

Twitching to pick a pocket(of a lizard man) while the bidding war goes on....

A Path to Vengeance

Orin looked for the man who placed a bid on him. He intently studied the man. Who was he and what was he going to have him do. His entire life hung in the balance. Orin had been working on a plan to free himself, but spear, swords, and bows were to close. He figured he could get his hands free, getting his feet free would be more of a challenge. In clearer thinking, Orin determined that his plan would have probably lead to death, his at least. Not dying was highly important to him.

With kindled hope Orin stood a little taller. That was the only bid made. As the money exchanged hands, Orin sat down. He placed a finger on the spear tip pointed at him and pushed it away. A small bag was tossed to Orin. It contained his well worn cloak, a now ragged pair of pants, a broken pipe, and nothing else. Then as the paperwork was done, Orin proceeded to slip his small hands then feet out of the shackles.
"They were made for a larger person," Orin commented to the guard as he dropped the shackles on the table.

Orin turned and followed his new master. "Thank you, kind master." he said.

A Path to Darkness

Atana grabbed to closest line to try hoping it was attached to the ship and not the mast. As the waves rocked the ship, the mast slid. Atana heard no groans from those who were trapped beneath it as it moved a bit. The smell of gun powder filled the air, and Atana wondered how they could keep the flames lit in this much water.

This was race to the bottom Atana started to think. Both ships were now wounded in ways that did not seem sustainable. She looked at the man who came down to notify them and asked, "What do we do now?" This was the first exposure Atana had to naval warfare or sailing.

Atana pulled the cloak around tighter to try to stay covered and dry and continued to hold on. Watching the scene in shock.

A Path to Vengeance

As Orin waited his turn to be put on display, he pondered how wrong this had all gone. Leaving his community to learn seamed like a harmless thing to do. But it has cost him, well him and his community their freedom. This was not the plan at all.

Rough hands were grabbing people and throwing them up on stage where they were made to stand on display. Some clothed and some, like he, in all their natural spender for the eye to see. The half-elf girl was thrown up next. The auctioneer grabbed the girl's bruised chin, touched her in a rather in appropriate way. "This one is a breeder. Fine features," he said as he turned her around. Then he grabbed her in a very personal way and continued, "Soft! Good as a servant or an entertainment, I'd say. A toy for the man of the house or a maid for the lady."
People started bidding.
Orin thought, Breeder? How rude. She's better than that. After a couple stronger bigun's were sold to be guards, a human cleric to be an estate healer, a couple criminals to be tournament fighters. While girls of different races sold as maids, serving girls, or dancers. He watched. Mages tended to buy guards. Clerics tended to buy people who had gifts that would help their temples. Merchants bought people with craft skills or could be trainable.
A man of my skills should fetch a fare price, he thought.
As Orin watched he realized that the ones that the auctioneer thought would get a good price were sold first, mages, fighters, people with skills, then the unskilled but trainable, the thieves, then him. He figured this out when they threw up a couple of old men that were sickly with the coughs and could barely stand, people started to turn away. Finally, his turn came. His chains lifted from the pole that kept him in place. The hand that grabbed him lifted him by the loin cloth and threw him. Orin landed with a thud. The crowd laughed as he tried to keep the remaining fabric in place with his hands chained. He bowed.
"What can I get for this one?" the auctioneer shouted with almost a laugh to the crowd.
"I don't need a clown, so what can he do?" a large lizard folk man shouted.
"He's a breeder, then I'll eat him," said a woman that he wasn't sure what she was or if she was a she.
"Thank you, but I'd prefer not to be dinner," Orin said weakly.
"You'd only be a snack," said a woman and the crowd roared with laughter.
"He's trouble," shouted the captain of the ship he was brought to the marker. "It follows him around. Tried to get the slaves to riot and damn near got them to do it too."
"It wasn't a riot and I'm plenty lucky," Orin said defiantly.
There were murmurs from the crowd.
Another crewman shouted,"And he can eat more than two men."
"They were small portions," Orin said in a louder and exasperated tone.
A staff hit him in the ribs telling him to be quiet.
The offering price started at 80 gold. When the price got down to fifty gold with no takers.
Orin asked, "What happens if I do not sell?"
The woman called back, "I'll eat you."
The crowd erupted with laughter.
"How about 30 gold?" the auctioneer cries out.

A Path to Vengeance

Name: Orin Goldtunel
Alias: Halfling, Boy
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Tallfellow Halfling
Class: Rouge

Appearance: Orin is short fellow with tan skin that is reddening with the sun and near white hair. His eyes are an emerald green that are clear. Even as a slave he is fairly neat, easy to do when you are down to having just a loin cloth. He is thin and many have passed by him as in the larger world, due to his size and importance in the world. In the world of the bigs, halfling like himself are weak.

In the boards of the wall where he is chained is the face of half-elven girl scratched in from the edge of a stone not beaten and bruised by the slavers. In Orin's drawing, she looks like a princess. Orin has been passing time by throws stones into a ring about the size of a human fist hanging on a wall about four paces away while mindlessly singing a song in Draconic about the birth of a dragon then breaking it chains and rising on the morning air to freedom.

Personality:

• Smart
• Crafty
• Loyal
• Meticulous
• Quick
• Determined
• Optimistic
• and of course Curious

Motivation:
Orin is motivated by knowledge, good food, a warm bed, and good friends.

History:
Orin was born in the depths of the Broton Mountains across the sea, years after the Second Dwarven War had ended and they had settled into a Dwarven city which had been abandoned. In the writings that were left by the dwarves, they called it a city. Orin thinks it is more of an outpost as there was no grand hall.

His mother was a healer and his father was a mage and both had studied, with of all things, the humans. Both of them had received their training in what they called a university. They talked about animals the size of twice a man that could carry people and things, horses they were called.

Now Orin was the fourth son in the family. The eldest was going to get the house, the second became part of the guard. The third child was a girl that was following in their mother's footsteps. The forth was learning to be a mage. Then Orin and his little brother. Orin wanted to be a scholar or an artist.

There were two problems that Orin saw with his life. The first is that there was not going to be a lot of opportunity for him within the small community and the second was there were not a lot of girls being born. So he packed a small bag and headed up into the world.

The human free city was no longer free. The university had also been closed. He spent a year in forced servitude. After stealing the keys and freeing the workers for the third time, he was chained and thrown into a ship and taken to the port to be sold as a slave. As he was being loaded, he saw his family in chains. His home had fallen.

The slave masters had taken all of Orin's stuff and clothing because he was trying another mass escape.

Equipment:

Weakness:

• Food – Orin at this point is motivated by food.
• The desire for knowledge – He would love to sit with his pipe in a library and read.
• Girls – What single male isn't?

Relationships:
Yet to come

Exalted: Fall of Creation

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Exalted: Fall of Creation

Take 2.5

Name: Cilia Cosgair
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Equipment/Possessions:
Common clothes,
A dagger,
One book (Children’s morality tales – like Grimms),
Tools
A bag to carry the tools and the book.

Personality:
Cilia is a scavenger that struggles to survive. Each day is a new challenge and a new obstacle to overcome, and each day she is glad to be alive and every night she is glad to have safely made it through the day. She learned to think that way from her friend Edwin the Tinker. She finds joy in taking things apart and figuring out how they work.

As a poor scavenger she has learned to have a strong distrust of rich people, which in her case are most people. Rude words, sticks, boots to the back, dirty looks, and things thrown at her, has taught her not to trust them. The worst thing is the pity. In Cilia’s mind animals are easier to understand. If a person is kind to animal, they will probably be kind to her.

Cilia likes to read, but for those who are educated her reading is painfully slow and labored. She is bright enough to be educated, but education takes time, money, and practice. Survival has been a more pressing matter to her.

At her core, she wants to be optimistic, she just needs to catch a break.

Back-story/History:
Cilia was born in a small coastal city, her father was a traveling merchant and her mother was a prostitute. So she grew up in a brothel, watching the comings and goings that took place. She learned to watch people and to keep their secrets. See much and say little. At a young age she learned what many of the rich folks were like sharks chomping up the little peoples like chum. Using them for their pleasure, then disposing them. The one bright spot in her childhood was she was taught to read and write a little. That was about all she received as a bastard child.

When her mother was expecting her next child, Cilia had the choice of going into the profession or leaving. She had seen the bruises and abuse that the girls received. So she left. She was picked up by a traveler and when she would not do what he wanted, he beat and knifed her. When he was done he threw her out of the wagon. A scar across her right shoulder bears witness to her struggle and shame. Near half dead, she managed to find shelter in an abandoned building in the in the Imperial Ruins. A pack of stay dogs for company.

In the ruined city, she started scavenging bits and pieces of things - metal for the blacksmith, rags for the paper maker, and things that looked interesting for the tinker. A couple coins her and there to buy a bit of bread. She has learned to crawl into and through tight spaces and into dangerous places. Recently, she has been tinker and building things on her own. Mainly she builds different types of traps that are around the abandoned building.

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