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<blockquote data-quote="Mrs Shadowlight" data-source="post: 1121321" data-attributes="member: 14243"><p>All right, here is the beginning of my character write up for our campaign. This is my very first post ever on this message board so don't make fun of it too much. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /> I've had a lot of fun typing this up so I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.</p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"> 3rd February</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">Before I begin I would like to say that this is not my idea. The court appointed "therapist" thought that this "exercise" in writing down my life's story would help me work through my "issues." I am skeptical, but if keeping a journal will rid me of the annoying community service assignments I am willing to try.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong>Born in the Shadow</strong></p><p>My life actually begins with the death of my mother–although her physical death came many years after the cruel life in Liska killed her spirit. Most would balk at my disrespectful comments about the fair city from which I hail. Liska is seen by most as a city of kindness and honesty. The last refuge of civilization before broaching the wasteland to the west. For most who visit and many who live here, that is true but Liska has a devilish underworld that preys on those who find themselves without fortune and name and banished to the forest floor. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">Suspended in the treetops by might and magic, Liska is a fairy tale that most children dream of finding. My mother was such a child and left her family to find that dream. She had the intention of working at one of the city's inns. Apprenticed to a bard, she found work entertaining the wealthy clientele at the Teetering Limb. When it was discovered that her bard master was using his strange songs to embezzle money from the tavern, he was dropped from the Teetering Limb to the ground below and did not live to sing again. My mother was left without much skill and with a very poor reputation for fraternizing with a thief. After weeks of trying to find work, she found herself on the forest floor with the other panhandlers, pickpockets and prostitutes. She had no money and no food and found herself with only one solution.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">During the day, the sun filtered through the heavy canopy of trees and buildings barely lighting the forest floor below. When the sun spots turned to a burning gold and then red with sunset, the creatures of the underworld began their assent into the shining treetops of Liska. To see it reminds one of a swarm of insects stealing toward a pile abandoned grain. The ropes that hang down begin to move and sway and it seems that the forest floor itself is rising up to engulf the treetops. Here my mother climbed each night in shame toward her only means of survival. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">As a prostitute she was able to get enough copper to buy food and a small dagger she used to protect herself from her neighbors down below. Climbing caused her arms to grow more sinewy and strong each night but soon she noticed it was more and more difficult to make it to the top of the canopy. She had become pregnant. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">The baby inside of her had become her salvation. She pulled herself up, performed her function with detachment and slid back down as dawn broke to count her coins. She bought only enough food to sustain her and her baby and a few prayers from the cleric assigned to the forest floor. She prayed that her baby would be a boy. That he would find a benefactor in the trees to raise him to a life that would never be as terrible as the one she was living. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">One morning, late into her pregnancy, she groaned under the weight of the baby pulling her down. Her body had been abused by more and more men of lower and lower quality as she tried to earn money to save her baby and therefore, herself. On the morning of my birth, she fell. She was far enough down the ropes that she did not immediately die but her wounds were extensive and labor came with fury. Those coming down the ropes after her kicked her out of the way and cursed her for the inconvenience. Except one. A young girl who worked as a scullery maid to one of the less virtuous tavern owners took pity on her and went for help. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">My mother was carried by the blacksmith and his wife, to their home. The shadow of Liska housed very few acknowledged members of the city proper and the blacksmith was one of them. His trade dictated that he stay out of the treetops and his legitimate business dictated that those above respect him in spite of where he lived. His wife was also valued as an ambassador to merchants and tradesmen who came to trade with the city. She was the first face of Liska to most and was a hospitable host. She and her husband took care of the animals and carts, led the way to the lifts and acted as tour guide to first time visitors. She had a reputation even from the rejected of Liska for her kindness and mercy. Lane and Aliiya carried my mother when everyone else would spit on her for her weakness.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">Aliiya put my mother in her bed and told her husband to run to the cleric's hut. Lane ran to find the only hope for this poor woman but when he came to the cleric's home he refused to help. My mother had been judged by the gods and found unworthy. Lane was filled with a fury he could barely control. He had seen this sweet human woman groan under the strain of falling and labor and her only concern was for the life of her baby. I think he saw something of his own human mother in her and the heartbreak was unbearable. He ran back, blind with fury and only with the gentle pleading of Aliiya and the tearful eyes of my mother, did he not return with his hammer to finish the cleric. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">In a blaze of pain and blood and death, I was born. My mother lived long enough to see that I was a girl. I am certain she felt defeated and broken although Aliiya would never tell me that. I am also certain her terror came because she knew what my fate would be. My mother's last act was to give Aliiya the purse of copper and with her dying breath ask her to use it to bury me in a consecrated grave and not leave me an orphan to die alone in the shadow of Liska. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'garamond'"><span style="color: lightblue"><span style="font-size: 15px">So much for her childhood dream.</span></span> </span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mrs Shadowlight, post: 1121321, member: 14243"] All right, here is the beginning of my character write up for our campaign. This is my very first post ever on this message board so don't make fun of it too much. :D I've had a lot of fun typing this up so I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. [FONT=garamond][COLOR=lightblue][SIZE=4] 3rd February Before I begin I would like to say that this is not my idea. The court appointed "therapist" thought that this "exercise" in writing down my life's story would help me work through my "issues." I am skeptical, but if keeping a journal will rid me of the annoying community service assignments I am willing to try. [CENTER][B]Born in the Shadow[/B][/CENTER] My life actually begins with the death of my mother–although her physical death came many years after the cruel life in Liska killed her spirit. Most would balk at my disrespectful comments about the fair city from which I hail. Liska is seen by most as a city of kindness and honesty. The last refuge of civilization before broaching the wasteland to the west. For most who visit and many who live here, that is true but Liska has a devilish underworld that preys on those who find themselves without fortune and name and banished to the forest floor. Suspended in the treetops by might and magic, Liska is a fairy tale that most children dream of finding. My mother was such a child and left her family to find that dream. She had the intention of working at one of the city's inns. Apprenticed to a bard, she found work entertaining the wealthy clientele at the Teetering Limb. When it was discovered that her bard master was using his strange songs to embezzle money from the tavern, he was dropped from the Teetering Limb to the ground below and did not live to sing again. My mother was left without much skill and with a very poor reputation for fraternizing with a thief. After weeks of trying to find work, she found herself on the forest floor with the other panhandlers, pickpockets and prostitutes. She had no money and no food and found herself with only one solution. During the day, the sun filtered through the heavy canopy of trees and buildings barely lighting the forest floor below. When the sun spots turned to a burning gold and then red with sunset, the creatures of the underworld began their assent into the shining treetops of Liska. To see it reminds one of a swarm of insects stealing toward a pile abandoned grain. The ropes that hang down begin to move and sway and it seems that the forest floor itself is rising up to engulf the treetops. Here my mother climbed each night in shame toward her only means of survival. As a prostitute she was able to get enough copper to buy food and a small dagger she used to protect herself from her neighbors down below. Climbing caused her arms to grow more sinewy and strong each night but soon she noticed it was more and more difficult to make it to the top of the canopy. She had become pregnant. The baby inside of her had become her salvation. She pulled herself up, performed her function with detachment and slid back down as dawn broke to count her coins. She bought only enough food to sustain her and her baby and a few prayers from the cleric assigned to the forest floor. She prayed that her baby would be a boy. That he would find a benefactor in the trees to raise him to a life that would never be as terrible as the one she was living. One morning, late into her pregnancy, she groaned under the weight of the baby pulling her down. Her body had been abused by more and more men of lower and lower quality as she tried to earn money to save her baby and therefore, herself. On the morning of my birth, she fell. She was far enough down the ropes that she did not immediately die but her wounds were extensive and labor came with fury. Those coming down the ropes after her kicked her out of the way and cursed her for the inconvenience. Except one. A young girl who worked as a scullery maid to one of the less virtuous tavern owners took pity on her and went for help. My mother was carried by the blacksmith and his wife, to their home. The shadow of Liska housed very few acknowledged members of the city proper and the blacksmith was one of them. His trade dictated that he stay out of the treetops and his legitimate business dictated that those above respect him in spite of where he lived. His wife was also valued as an ambassador to merchants and tradesmen who came to trade with the city. She was the first face of Liska to most and was a hospitable host. She and her husband took care of the animals and carts, led the way to the lifts and acted as tour guide to first time visitors. She had a reputation even from the rejected of Liska for her kindness and mercy. Lane and Aliiya carried my mother when everyone else would spit on her for her weakness. Aliiya put my mother in her bed and told her husband to run to the cleric's hut. Lane ran to find the only hope for this poor woman but when he came to the cleric's home he refused to help. My mother had been judged by the gods and found unworthy. Lane was filled with a fury he could barely control. He had seen this sweet human woman groan under the strain of falling and labor and her only concern was for the life of her baby. I think he saw something of his own human mother in her and the heartbreak was unbearable. He ran back, blind with fury and only with the gentle pleading of Aliiya and the tearful eyes of my mother, did he not return with his hammer to finish the cleric. In a blaze of pain and blood and death, I was born. My mother lived long enough to see that I was a girl. I am certain she felt defeated and broken although Aliiya would never tell me that. I am also certain her terror came because she knew what my fate would be. My mother's last act was to give Aliiya the purse of copper and with her dying breath ask her to use it to bury me in a consecrated grave and not leave me an orphan to die alone in the shadow of Liska. So much for her childhood dream.[/SIZE][/COLOR] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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