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Post by Keetena on Feb 14, 2005 8:44:05 GMT -5
Sometimes I wonder who was me mother, why she abandoned me or gave me to Sunites... but soon as I wonder I let it pass... no more time for this, life is beauty this way, anyway.
I was only a baby when a band of sunites found me in the door of their house in Bryn Shander, I grew amongst them, a small sect. I was in a basket without any identification or sign, they decided to put the surname of Silkhair in an alusion of my white almost silvered hair, and Keetena as a reference to Kitty. Guided by the lessons of Finnegar Leelas, their leader I knew during my infantry the ways of Sune, the need of love, and the urgency of beauty, so great that leaded a small band of Sunites to the far north only for art pieces of knuckleheads, fished and worked in that region; they were always looking for pieces from a famous halfling too, Regis, that later I discovered was an ally of the famous hero of the Sword Coast North, Drizzt Do'Urden. In the north you learn how take of yourself easily... or you die. In my first days as a girl after Finnegar filled me with knowledge and the ways of a bard, with tears in my eyes I decided go away alone... and went to the city of Caer Dineval, there I knew new friends, barbarians, and made friendship with Helga Thornile, a beauty barbarian, our relashionship was brief but profitable to us in the ways of love, and in the ways of iron... she was my teacher in the handle of weapons and when I saw no more place to me in the ice north, I told her to go with me to the south, where birds fly and the air was warm... but the north was her life, so when a caravan comes and I go, Helga leave me to my own destiny...
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Post by Keetena on Feb 26, 2005 6:07:46 GMT -5
The North is a secluded region, after leave Caer Dineval long were the days until finally reach the first city after ten-towns. Luskan, the magi tower of the Arcane Brotherhood was very impressive to my eyes, the first great structure I saw in my life, but the port city wasn't a good place to live, in my first day I was robed in the docks, and not so far the docks in an Inn I made my first performances as chanter and artist; after a month and half I had gold enough to travel another place, and in the few books I read in Luskan, added to those in past Bryn Shander, made the decision to go more south, to the city of Neverwinter.
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Post by Keetena on Mar 25, 2005 16:31:18 GMT -5
I was in a merchant caravan making with them my way to Neverwinter when famine refugees find us almost in Luskan's doors, they told us about a plague and war threat in Neverwinter, so the caravan decided take another way... until there I cannot know what for this was leading me, I continued with the same caravan to their new destination, the long road to northeast. After a time in the road we reached Mirabar, a practical city, lair to humans and dwarves miners and artisans, in the days the merchants were there I did some job as scribe, writing and reading letters to them and others from the city, with my charm it wasn't difficult found clients, in the night I ventured to chant to the exhausted miners in an Inn, after a week and half we continued our way, this time to south; the village of Longsaddle.
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Post by Keetena on Apr 27, 2005 6:47:08 GMT -5
The merchants had no intent in stay a long time in Logsaddle, the famous and eccentric Harpells were to much for they, but alas, they were merchants anyway and we stoped to they sell their specialties and exotic products. I took the time to know the place full of magical wonders, and was in the Fuzzy Quarterstaff that I knew him, bronze skinned, golden hair, shiny green eyes, the male elf was until that day the prettiest sentient being I ever saw, and my gaze set upon him like an entraped butterfly in carnivorous vines. Just a half dozen more were in the Inn, one of they was a member of the caravan I was traveling, who reconizing me as well my talented voice requested a chant, the other Inn patrons curious about my performance asked the same, and to satisfy the crowd I did as requested. One more time my voice was very apreciated and after less than one hour passed, at least ten more were in there to hear me, even a mage who set many static instruments to play themselves animated in the same melody of my voice. And the pretty elf seemingly was very pleased about me, when I finished all aplauded, and I must say that the gratifications were enough to pleases me too. Before I could even think about take a chair near the beautiful bronze elf he was at my said and with a big smile offered me a chair in his table, that I imediately accepted.
Until there I never saw a sun elf, he explained me about the different subraces of his kin after notice my subtle curiosity looking at his skin, but our chat except for this was very frivolous and casual.
He said that his name was Josidiah, from Silverymoon, the pearl of the north, and that business leaded him to Longsaddle, but that in very few days he'll be moving back to Silverymoon, as soon as his business were concluded. We met again in the next day and our lips met each other as well, as well in the next days, when he leaved to Silverymoon I went with him.
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Post by Keetena on May 23, 2005 21:47:01 GMT -5
My firsts days in Silverymoon were like a dream, all in the city is wonderfull, like a picture of lady Alustriel, and of course I was closer to the home of Drizzt and great ballads were simple to do. The bard school too is amazing, and there I read more than ever my entire previous life, played many musical instruments, refined my dance and other artist performances... but not all was simple, Josidiah was a demanding lover and my time to learn wasn't that much... instead Josidiah wished teach me his ways, he said that was one of some who dedicated themselves to the art of dance, musical, and shadow art... it was realing impressive how was almost impossible to me detect when he cames or went away. Many times he taught me his ways during our escapes to hunt in the wilds, and to his surprise I was good to a never trained in his 'arts', first I thought that I finded my place and my heart was now in it, but than the nightmare becames.
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Post by Keetena on May 26, 2005 22:27:34 GMT -5
I met in the bard school a pretty moon elf girl, Bellynel by name, young one to his people, only 60 years, follower of Hanali Celanil, our faith proximity united us, and when Josidiah was out to do his business - that I blinded for my love don't saw earlier that were extortion and assassinations - I was with Bellynel, our ways were those of sisters, in just some weeks very united in soul, and adding to this we bathed and did many things as two in our encounters... but even when Josidiah was out he left friends to spy my life, and after an usual abscense of one month he returned with mad eyes, and for the first time I realized that those were his true eyes, I saw in words that I wasn't his beloved, but in his mind at least, his possession.
I remenber clearly the few words in the middle of many when I realized this.
- You're mine Keetena, I don't wanna you seeing that moon wench again or I swear that you'll regret this for the rest of your life. Remenber my words!
Ironically I never forgot the words, and the worst... he was indeed correct *sobs, dry tears*
I tried explain myself, I thought in a moment that maybe he was just in bad mood, I really wished to be this, but even my heart saw the truth. I said...
- She's just a friend, she's my sister, I need company, leave us... *I never finished that sentence, he slaped me in the face with the back of his hand knocking me to the ground*
- I don't wanna you involved with that scum. And this is a matter already decided!
I saw hatred in his eyes and realized that his tone was directed to the fact that she was a moon elf, and not properly fear that she was a kind of lover to me, I was really afraid and realizaed too that Josidiah wasn't one to deserve my love or devotion, but at the same time and after some hours of arguing, that he never should accept this fact...
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Post by Keetena on Jun 20, 2005 10:44:30 GMT -5
The next days weren't simple, he tried to make me feel better, I pretended that I was but a plan was already growing in my mind... I waited until he went out again to another travel, and when he did I entered his office and disarming his trap mechanisms pushing the correct hided buttons as I saw him sometimes doing, from some safe distance, I looked until finded letters and documents involving his name and a couple of other names as well in illegal contracts of extortion and muderer, I know some of the names were false ones of himself, with these things in my hands I runned to find Bellynel, we made a plan, all that we needed to do were give the proofs to the guards and ran from there to save our lives, and we did this way... when leaving the city I made a not-identified letter and sealed all documents with in a package that I put bellow of the door of a soldiers' barracks, buying some horses we made our way to the road... thinking about go to Waterdeep or maybe Neverwinter after buy some supplies in Nesme... but our journey wasn't long, we were intercepted just a few miles from Silverymoon... before we could do anything we felt darts puncturing us... all became dark, the last thing I saw was the face of Josidiah...
I waked up in a small room without windows or doors... shackles connected us firmly in the walls... I saw Bellynel, beated but alive as well as me... and so after some minutes a hiddened door opened and Josidian entered...
Josidiah: *throwing a package in the ground* So you planned betray me? You thought about the consequences of your act Kitty?
*looking to the ground I avoided his gaze*
Josidiah: - I promised you that you should regret the day you talked again with this gray wench.. didn't I?
- No, if you need to do something do with me, let she go!
Josidiah: - To much late for this decision Kitty, you sealed her destiny... remenber that you was the responsible for her death!
*without say another word and disgard my anguished shouts for mercy he cutted the troath of my unconcious beloved sister of soul and than my entire world crumbled in that moment*
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Post by Keetena on Dec 31, 2005 12:31:17 GMT -5
*for days Keetena said no words, so shocked was she with the violent passing of her friend just in front of her eyes, Josidiah tortured she day after day remenbering constantly what she had done to Bellynel, but she was catatonic and no matter the words or the blasfemous acts he did always with Keetena, nothing seemed able to restore her heart, at least seeing after some weeks that she was beyond his acts he released she from the small dark room and placed she in a comfortable bed, with a window leading to a green visage outside*
- It's for your best now my love, as I told you, you're my possession and no other will ever touch you until I get tired of your mortal carcass *with an evil grin he closed the door* (to be continued)
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Post by Keetena on Jan 23, 2006 17:12:54 GMT -5
The days were passing, sometimes Josidiah, sometimes one of his lackeys come to feed Keet, when in need he returned to satisfay his instincts about 'his possession'... one day when she was forgot for almost two moons her void eyes gazed a red light in the window, for the first time in many weeks she wasn't able to determine she standed up, walked and stoped just in front of the window, wearing just a filmy silvered and translucent gowl she said a word her lips weren't able to talk for a good time "- Sune..." even if the night was cold she doesn't felt any ill, sundenly her mind cleared and the great void in the middle of her heart was fullfiled with love, the most pure and strong of ones, she doesn't need see her true love to determine the source of her hope, crying tears of determination she walked outside of the small room after dress a simple and long red dress...
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