Post by kookie on Mar 16, 2007 7:42:02 GMT -5
Its hot here in Calimport. My skin has always been tanned and covered in dirt, little would they know that im actually fairly pale under all that grim. Good thing, the men love the fair skinned elf. Their breasts full and their lips crimson, the blond maiden of the island of Evermeet are popular *lady of the evening*s in this city. Owned by many crimelord and rich merchants.
But not me, my skin is dark and my nails are broken, my hair are of the raven and my chest flatten melts with my visible ribs. I dont eat a lot.. i eat what i find, what is given. I take a lots of things but beware if i dont bring them back to the Boss. He made it clear.. no one is to steal from him, if you belong to him, dont you even dare steal yourself. So many girls did that mistake, one after the other they sliced their wrists with pieces of shattered mirrors. My mother was one of them. She couldnt anymore. Beated, battered, dirtied.. she wanted to end it all and she wanted to take me with her.
Our life is eternal and eternity will be even longer for us, she said. We are slave, we are items. She took the shard and sliced my wrists, then her own and we waited. She took me in her arms and holded me, singing softly in the language of my parents, one that i did not spoke then. I closed my eyes against the chest of the woman that had given birth to me and .. nothing.
The men had found us and brought us to the healer who took care of our wounds. I dont quite remember it all, but when i felt better, they took my mother away and i never saw her again. Never really mattered, she had doomed me to a even worst fate by her foolishness in trying to escape. They dragged me in front of the Boss and removed my rag, throwing me at his feet where he proceded to show me the true face of pain. The whip cracked over my back over and over again, the healer kept casting the magic to keep me awake and breathing as the Boss kept slicing my flesh like it was soft butter.
Pain. That was all i felt. No anger, no sadness or anything else. Just the cold pain that was my life. Cheryl, one of the *lady of the evening*, took me and brought me back to my pile of mulch and spoke to me with the finger language that us rats had made up.
[Tomorow you will leave. We have prepared evrything for you to run and run longer. We will all run and you will be hidden. Meet us in Neverwinter.]
I nodded in delusion, pain taking over my mind i recall the girls dressing me up and putting in my hand potions that they had stolen themself. They all started running.. different directions and me.. well me i did what was told to my usual and i ran. Guzzling the potions one after the other, i found myself invisible then my feet picked up a speed that was unknowned to me. Little did i knew that behind me i was leaving a blood bath of *lady of the evening*s and thiefs, why did they gave themself up for me? I will never know. But sometimes certains thing are better left to the spirits.
Never made it to Neverwinter, i got lost on the road, realized no one was following.. nearly gave up but something kept me going. Perhaps at the end of that road something would have my name on it, something just for me. And now to add to this mess some elf is following me like a lost puppy since Waterdeep... Kheldin or something, what a big mouth..
ooc: Kukri is a character that ive played for about a year on Ravenloft PoTM, this is the pre mists Version of her, her full story in Barovia can be found here : www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=3603.0
But not me, my skin is dark and my nails are broken, my hair are of the raven and my chest flatten melts with my visible ribs. I dont eat a lot.. i eat what i find, what is given. I take a lots of things but beware if i dont bring them back to the Boss. He made it clear.. no one is to steal from him, if you belong to him, dont you even dare steal yourself. So many girls did that mistake, one after the other they sliced their wrists with pieces of shattered mirrors. My mother was one of them. She couldnt anymore. Beated, battered, dirtied.. she wanted to end it all and she wanted to take me with her.
Our life is eternal and eternity will be even longer for us, she said. We are slave, we are items. She took the shard and sliced my wrists, then her own and we waited. She took me in her arms and holded me, singing softly in the language of my parents, one that i did not spoke then. I closed my eyes against the chest of the woman that had given birth to me and .. nothing.
The men had found us and brought us to the healer who took care of our wounds. I dont quite remember it all, but when i felt better, they took my mother away and i never saw her again. Never really mattered, she had doomed me to a even worst fate by her foolishness in trying to escape. They dragged me in front of the Boss and removed my rag, throwing me at his feet where he proceded to show me the true face of pain. The whip cracked over my back over and over again, the healer kept casting the magic to keep me awake and breathing as the Boss kept slicing my flesh like it was soft butter.
Pain. That was all i felt. No anger, no sadness or anything else. Just the cold pain that was my life. Cheryl, one of the *lady of the evening*, took me and brought me back to my pile of mulch and spoke to me with the finger language that us rats had made up.
[Tomorow you will leave. We have prepared evrything for you to run and run longer. We will all run and you will be hidden. Meet us in Neverwinter.]
I nodded in delusion, pain taking over my mind i recall the girls dressing me up and putting in my hand potions that they had stolen themself. They all started running.. different directions and me.. well me i did what was told to my usual and i ran. Guzzling the potions one after the other, i found myself invisible then my feet picked up a speed that was unknowned to me. Little did i knew that behind me i was leaving a blood bath of *lady of the evening*s and thiefs, why did they gave themself up for me? I will never know. But sometimes certains thing are better left to the spirits.
Never made it to Neverwinter, i got lost on the road, realized no one was following.. nearly gave up but something kept me going. Perhaps at the end of that road something would have my name on it, something just for me. And now to add to this mess some elf is following me like a lost puppy since Waterdeep... Kheldin or something, what a big mouth..
ooc: Kukri is a character that ive played for about a year on Ravenloft PoTM, this is the pre mists Version of her, her full story in Barovia can be found here : www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=3603.0
-Kukri