Post by FireBeard on Jun 25, 2012 0:35:09 GMT -5
EDITED: forgot to edit and change eye color in pic. Suppose to be slate blue
*A large broad barreled chest Half Orc with straight stringy dark hanging hair that looks like it was cut poor and coarsely leaving some of the ends uneven. Although it is easy to identify him as a half orc, His facial features seems to hold more traits of his human blood line then his Orcish. His Dark blue slate grey eyes look stern and focused while long exposure to hard weather have left small wrinkled marks at the corner of his eyes and mouth. Scars of different sizes and depths from battles past speckle across his neck, head and arms. A small metal chain hangs around his neck with a tiny well crafted locket. His thick rock-hard forearms are each marked with tattoos. On the left forearm is written with reddish ink in a flowing feminine cursive like script "Zora" and on his right forearm written a pinkish Ink with a young girly like hand writing is "Jasmil". The dot on the "i" in Jasmil is a small bubbly looking heart. On the left side of his chest is a large Tattoo of a "Black-gloved hand holding a coin with a two-faced head" and On His Back is written in thick blocky black letters from the one side of his shoulder blade going all the way across "Each Will Pay Their pound for Justice". At the moment he is shirtless and taking deep long breaths as he works his double axe through varies attack and defense forms. After working up a thick sweat from his daily morning practice, he goes and sits down under a cool shady tree and digs out a small black leather book that is wrapped in leather cord from his bag and whispers to himself*
I will always remember and each will pay their pound of flesh.
*he unbinds the cord and opens the book to a page that was marked with a lock of silky reddish blond hair that is bound with a purple ribbon. He removes the lock of hair and sits it aside and begins to read as he does every morning after practice *
Zora's fate- The Birth of Gothog.
*the handwriting is in dark red ink and looks like a flowing feminine cursive like script.*
I am Zora Zathos. I always had big dreams. I am the only daughter of six children and I am also the youngest. My father is a very successful merchant in Selgaunt as are most of my older brothers. Most in the city also considered me very beautiful but I didn't want to end up just some wealthy man's wife. I want more, but I know that will never be now, but my original goal was to be just as famous of a merchant as my brothers and father. I knew that if I was ever going to reach this goal I would have to think smarter then my brothers and even bigger then my father. So I began carefully crafting a master plan for my life that would all lead to becoming one of the richest merchants in all of Sembia.
I was just 17 when I met Cicil Evenwood. He was the perfect man I was looking for. Cicil was a rich powerful middle aged trader that came from old money and had many large estates in the land of Daerlun. It is hard to tell who courted who, but before I even turned 18 I was married to Cicil and moved away from my family to his estates in Daerlun. Cicil had plenty of coin and social pull but he lacked the Charisma and people skills that are truly required to become truly a great merchant. All that he lacked, I had in aces. I had the perfect ability to blend Sembian business acumen and Cormyrian warmth and courtesy. I quickly fit in with the rich of Daerlun. I mingled and captivated most that I came in contact with, and not many had an ill word to speak of me. Cicil's business boomed and soon I convinced my husband to allow me to start doing some trading of my own . My trade quickly took off and began to grow and grow. I spent more and more of my time traveling in doing business with the rich and noble of Daerlun and Cormyr.
One day while traveling through Cormyr, I was running late for a business meeting. This meeting was extremely important. If it all went well I could possible make a long term agreement in trade that would make me much closer to reaching my goal, but the fellow I was meeting was very particular about tardiness. So I knew If I showed up late then the deal would probably never happen. So instead of taking the slow safe wagons with heavy footed guards I decided to grabbed my fastest horse and ride there alone.
As I was riding along my horse passed by a snake in the middle of the road and it spooked my horse. The horse ran off into the woods as fast as it has ever rode before. After holding on for dear life for a bit, I finally got my wits together and tried to rein the horse in. It took a few tries but the horse finally came to a halt. I had no idea where I was, but it was somewhere in the middle of a large dark old forest. I took a few minutes to compose myself and then turned my horse to head back. That's when the horse stumbled to the ground, tossing Me. I got to my feet and came over to find my horse was wheezing and trembling with every breath. It didnt take long to fine the snake bite on the horse's leg, but by the time I did it was too late and the speedy mare took it's final breath. I thru the saddle bags over my shoulder and knew I had to get out of this dangerous forest quickly.
I started to follow my horse tracks back the way I came, but I heard noises in the woods. The noises got closer and closer until I thought I heard something talking. The voices were close. I knew the language as soon as I heard it. Orcs! I panicked and tried to start running but an orcish arrow shot through my right arm and dropped me to the ground. My screams where quickly muffled as the orcs swarmed on to me like ants on a sugar cube. *tears smudge some of the ink on this page* They tore through my saddle bags quickly and then through my clothes. I laid pinned, naked and shivering on the ground. I knew the end was near, but then a orcish grunted booming voice shouted and the orcs scattered away from me. Then I saw the tallest largest orc I had ever seen. The other smaller orcs parted when the bulking orc walked closer. He carried a large staff like weapon with battle axe heads on each end. The weapon still had fresh blood on the blades and he clanked it on the ground with every step he took as he approached. Finally the bulking monster stopped when he stood directly over my naked quivering body. His large eyes looked at me like a wolf starting at a bleeding lamb. His snarled toothed mouth dripped with spit and he gave a vicious sneering smile. "I Zulg. You Good Hips. You mine forever. I take now." The last thing I saw was his fist, which seemed larger then my entire head, as it struck me unconscious.
The time was a blur of pain, agony and sex. One of the times I awoke in darkness. I heard the large orc snoring. I was still in Zulg's hut. I was on the dirty floor naked and my body hurt all over. My wounded arm still throbbed in pain and I was exhausted , but my captor had wore himselves out and was now deep asleep and snoring loudly. The ropes around my legs and wrist were tied with drunken hands and poorly made. I silently forced the knots undone with my trembling bloody soaked hands. I didnt want to risk making any noise or being seen so I slithered on my belly past the large orc's bed and out of his hut. Once outside I crouched and quietly made a dash for the dark woods. No one in the camp seemed to stir. I moved slowly and as quietly as I could until I could no longer see any glow from their camp fires. I then ran for as long as I could. When I couldn't run I would walk until I could run again. I continued to repeat this for as long as I could. I have no idea how long it was. Time didn't seem to exist to me at this point. Only getting clear of the woods. I am not sure when but I remember coming to a road and I remember the sun was up high. From there it was only a matter of time until someone saw me or I came to a town. The Town came first and I was glad to see humans again.
Once I got back to town the Inn keeper had informed me that the last time I was seen was five and half days ago. I dont remember much of anything and I am glad for that small blessing. I looked like death and felt like it as well. I decided to stay at the Inn and take some time off to let the wounds heal and to gather my strength and wits. After three weeks, I knew I had to pull myself together and regroup. My plan and my business had to get back on track!
I decided it would best to keep what happen to me with the orcs to myself. There was no reason to give my competitors and enemies something they could use to make me look weak and lose customers. After three weeks no one looking at me could tell. I looked completely healed outside but I knew the wounds inside would take much much longer. I figured I needed to regroup and reassess my plan and the best place to do that was home. So I headed back to Daerlun, back to Cicil.
When I got back to Daerlun my city informants briefed me that there had been rumors spread by my competitors of me having a secret affair with not one but many suitors in Cormyr. I was sure the lies had also reached Cicil and I was correct. He was furious with me and treated me horrible at first. I denied it all and tried to make up a believable story why I was gone so long. At first he acted cold and distrustful. That is when I knew I had to put my business on hold and fixed everything with Cicil. Part of the importance was because so many of my customers were higher class and if they caught wind of my poor relationship with man of Cicil's status...well I didnt want the illusion of my perfect life that I had worked so hard to create to be destroyed. It could have been disastrous for my relationships with my higher end customers.
I poured my charms on and used every womenly trick I knew on Cicil. He came around and I was slowly gaining back his favor and love. Especially when he found out that I was going to give him an heir to his business and that I was pregnant.
during this time, I focused my energies on sending out my informants and spies to take care of the affair rumors and to spread dirty tales about my own competitors.
I couldnt do most trades or deals in person but I manage to make business happen by messengers. My business was recovering quickly and I was doing even better then before. I learned pregnancies are a great way to increase your trade market. Who doesnt want to do business with and support a pregnant women? All was going great,.... but then my water broke.
I remember the look on the midwife's face when she pulled Gothog out. He was a thick little baby and even a blind man could tell he was not completely human. The mid wife turned a little green then gently put the baby down, and then promptly passed out. I knew then I had to make a quick choice. Either this bastard baby or All my future goals and dreams. There would never be both. So I could kill the baby and the only witness, the midwife ,and make it all go away with a few easily told lies or .....let the child live and live a new life. A lifestyle of rejection, being poor and dealing with a bastard half breed child.
Most Sembians would have said it was no choice at all and It's funny because if any one would have asked me that the month before Gothog was born. I would have picked what most Sembians would have ten out of ten times. Kill them both and cover it up, but I saw Gothog's blue grey eyes. He had my eyes and they were looking right at me. I knew what I had to do. I knew it would not be long until Cicil found out, and when he did he would want either to banish me or kill the child, and cover it all up. Either way I knew I had to leave, and I knew I had to do it quickly. I took a few quick things of value from the house and left for good.
My life as a rich merchant's daughter was over. I knew as soon as the news would hit my father's and brother's ears that they would be too ashamed to help me or to even acknowledge me as their kin. I only had one choice. I had to leave Sembia all together and start over some place else. The only other Place i knew anyone was Cormyr. So that is where I headed.
*picks up and places the lock of silky reddish blond hair that is bound with a purple ribbon into the book on the page where he stopped reading then rebinds the book back up and stuffs it into his bag as the sun begins to rise*
Another day comes.....