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<blockquote data-quote="trolled" data-source="post: 5666023" data-attributes="member: 6676913"><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">[sblock=A bit of background]<p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/RjfrF.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"I have found that it is customary among intelligent creatures to expound upon their trivial lives at length, usually over something fermented that could dubiously be called ale. It is also customary to embellish the details a bit for the sake of drama. I will spare you that slack-jawed, brain-dead look you do so well by telling you that I am not embellishing. I do not garnish my stories with fruitless nonsense. Sometime around my 18th birthday, though I’m not entirely sure whe… no, scratch that; 3rd day of Harvest, 21:32 hours, moon a quarter full, crickets… yes… no… no crickets. What? Oh yes. I burned my parents home down around them in their sleep. They had it coming. I regret only that I didn’t have the magical aptitude to make it permanent before then. For what? Oh yes, ha. Funny story. They named me Francesca. Seemed a sensible punishment for the crime, don’t you agree? I was caught. As I knew I would be. Nothing ever goes well. Sentenced too. I think it was death. I knew they would hang me for it. Funny thing about mages; best to break their fingers, or they don’t stay caught.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Now before you ask, I didn’t kill everyone in my escape. Just the constable, his deputy and four… five… six… six innocent bystanders. You can hardly call that a crime. Well, they did. Don’t look at me like I’ve suddenly lost my horns and tail; is it so hard to believe that is how I got my start in this line of work? You didn’t think I spent my life learning how to manipulate the forces of the universe just so that I could sleep in this piss-washed, flea-ridden, dung-stained, pus-festering dank hovel of a town did you? I’m not surprised you think that, I suppose. You are about as sharp as a ball of wax. I believe I would have smothered you in swaddling clothes if I had been your mother. Or at least bashed your father over the head with something large and blunt. Perhaps you."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Few things motivate Francesca Ashtongue as much as the pursuit of wealth and power, save perhaps burning forest creatures to smoldering crisps. Many would say she has a poor attitude, but they are dull, uneducated, filthy, pustulant creatures worth less than the copper in their coin purse. Francesca does not hesitate to share her opinions and outlook on current events, often citing examples of past failures. She does her work with the methodical care of the truly insane, and interruption is tantamount to suicide. She does nothing without reason, not even unreasonable things. As you may imagine, there are those that would see her done harm. Everywhere. She is certain they are out there. Waiting She cares for others about as far as she can throw them. Which is to say that she does not care for others. She will be the first to point out your faults, often in neatly detailed lists, starting with your birth. You probably can't help it, but you should know it was wrong. And you should be ashamed. When she makes a joke it is dry. Like a desert. And you were probably the butt of it. Francesca smokes rolled tobacco leaves, largely because they provide a source of ignition for her various explosives. She enjoys, yes I said enjoys, cooking. Almost as much as she enjoys telling you what small fluffy creature is in it. Cute bunny tonight.[/sblock]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="color: Red"><strong>*Ches takes a long drag off her cigarette*</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="color: Red">I think they are probably savages. Likely poorly educated and odorous. If our luck holds, they will probably also be aggressive, loud and foul-mannered. I am so <em>dearly</em> looking forward to working in <em>another</em> shanty town without proper amenities.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="color: Red">But I fear the Surgeon may be right. Maybe they brought a little bit of stability with them. Let's just hope they pay well. And that they stock ammonium nitrate. I am painfully low again.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="color: Red"><strong>*Ches glares at the imp*</strong></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="trolled, post: 5666023, member: 6676913"] [FONT="Georgia"][sblock=A bit of background][CENTER][IMG]http://i.imgur.com/RjfrF.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] "I have found that it is customary among intelligent creatures to expound upon their trivial lives at length, usually over something fermented that could dubiously be called ale. It is also customary to embellish the details a bit for the sake of drama. I will spare you that slack-jawed, brain-dead look you do so well by telling you that I am not embellishing. I do not garnish my stories with fruitless nonsense. Sometime around my 18th birthday, though I’m not entirely sure whe… no, scratch that; 3rd day of Harvest, 21:32 hours, moon a quarter full, crickets… yes… no… no crickets. What? Oh yes. I burned my parents home down around them in their sleep. They had it coming. I regret only that I didn’t have the magical aptitude to make it permanent before then. For what? Oh yes, ha. Funny story. They named me Francesca. Seemed a sensible punishment for the crime, don’t you agree? I was caught. As I knew I would be. Nothing ever goes well. Sentenced too. I think it was death. I knew they would hang me for it. Funny thing about mages; best to break their fingers, or they don’t stay caught. Now before you ask, I didn’t kill everyone in my escape. Just the constable, his deputy and four… five… six… six innocent bystanders. You can hardly call that a crime. Well, they did. Don’t look at me like I’ve suddenly lost my horns and tail; is it so hard to believe that is how I got my start in this line of work? You didn’t think I spent my life learning how to manipulate the forces of the universe just so that I could sleep in this piss-washed, flea-ridden, dung-stained, pus-festering dank hovel of a town did you? I’m not surprised you think that, I suppose. You are about as sharp as a ball of wax. I believe I would have smothered you in swaddling clothes if I had been your mother. Or at least bashed your father over the head with something large and blunt. Perhaps you." Few things motivate Francesca Ashtongue as much as the pursuit of wealth and power, save perhaps burning forest creatures to smoldering crisps. Many would say she has a poor attitude, but they are dull, uneducated, filthy, pustulant creatures worth less than the copper in their coin purse. Francesca does not hesitate to share her opinions and outlook on current events, often citing examples of past failures. She does her work with the methodical care of the truly insane, and interruption is tantamount to suicide. She does nothing without reason, not even unreasonable things. As you may imagine, there are those that would see her done harm. Everywhere. She is certain they are out there. Waiting She cares for others about as far as she can throw them. Which is to say that she does not care for others. She will be the first to point out your faults, often in neatly detailed lists, starting with your birth. You probably can't help it, but you should know it was wrong. And you should be ashamed. When she makes a joke it is dry. Like a desert. And you were probably the butt of it. Francesca smokes rolled tobacco leaves, largely because they provide a source of ignition for her various explosives. She enjoys, yes I said enjoys, cooking. Almost as much as she enjoys telling you what small fluffy creature is in it. Cute bunny tonight.[/sblock] [COLOR="Red"][b]*Ches takes a long drag off her cigarette*[/b] I think they are probably savages. Likely poorly educated and odorous. If our luck holds, they will probably also be aggressive, loud and foul-mannered. I am so [i]dearly[/i] looking forward to working in [i]another[/i] shanty town without proper amenities. But I fear the Surgeon may be right. Maybe they brought a little bit of stability with them. Let's just hope they pay well. And that they stock ammonium nitrate. I am painfully low again. [b]*Ches glares at the imp*[/b][/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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