Post by Lavinia on Oct 12, 2005 15:47:35 GMT -5
I don't remember much...just that I lived to wander. Now I'm not saying I've lost my memory...pisha...I've got every last onna them. Trust me. But I just don't know what posessed me to become a Cavaleir...maybe its because there aren't a lady around thats got the junk to become one....well...I'm here to prove you all wrong. Names Bonnie McFluer. Sit back and grab a pint...I'll spin you a tale you'll not forget so easily...
I was once part of an order....the Black Diamond I believe...quite a slipshod thing...not put together in the slightest. Not that I cared...there was that feeling of being together that I enjoyed. Of sitting around a table in a pub, relaxing and recovering after a good fight. I was still a very small child at the time...but I remember my father was a Knight in the Order at the time, and I would often come with him on his adventures. His friends were like my family. Where I went, so did they. My family was massive and diverse. Weetles, Mongorians, Dalesmen...I knew at least one person in nearly ever race.
Yule was always the best for me...having the entire Order in my home, the house smelling like hot cider, listening to tales of winters past...I would sit atop on of their knees and stare up at them with astonished eyes as my two brothers did the same.
Then came the war.
My fathers Order had been called out into battle...and I remember asking if I could join him...but for once...I was told no. I was utterly confused...I had always been allowed out with him, yet this time I was not. It was uncanny.
My father never returned home...none of them did. I took a vow that day, as young as I was, that I would avenge this tradgedy. And I did.
I gathered my things on the day of my sixteenth birthday, heading out to find a Master. A master of what I didn't know...something that could fight and win. Turns out...it was a Cavaleir...
"Ale please."
A brow rose cautiously, pudgy fingers cleaning out a mug with a filthy rag. "Y'sure about that sweetin'? Y'look a bit young t'be drinkin...."
I slammed my fist atop the bar, glaring evenly at the tender over my spectacles. "I said an Ale. My age is of no importance to you. I'm paying aren't I?"
The bartender grumbled something beneath his breath, and nodded, turning his back to me as he filled the mug, and slid a reddish liquid into it.
Arching a brow, I took a deep drink from the glass, and a shocked expression passed over my features. The mug dropped from my numb hand, shattering atop the bar. Hands grappled at my mouth, my eyes wide in suprise. Poison! My world became fuzzy...then dark.
I was awoken from my peacefull sea of bliss...to find myself lying on my back outside. The bartender was passing a bit of silver to a Druid who sneered downwards at me.
"Serves the girl right. Women shouldn't be around these parts to begin with...much less drinking."
I growled and grabbed my dagger, ready to slash the mans throat, when a someone stepped up beside me.
"I think not."
I cast my gaze upwards to see a tall Dalesmen. A Cavaleir...
"What would you be doing with this young woman here hm?" He questioned. "I hope not aiming to harm her." He gave a small smile in my direction.
The Druid shrugged. "And?"
"One...it would be against your GuildHall oath...and two...you'd be killing my apprentice."
APPRENTICE?!
My mind reeled....
Turns out he was a friend of my fathers...but never joined the order. He took me as his appentice that night, and I remember feeling quite empowered...but now that feeling is still with me...even though he is long since passed. He gave me this sheild, his sheild, as a gift. It still has my fathers Order symbol on it. I will never remove it...it is the only thing I have to remember him by.
I travled though Holt, and saw the most amazing things...though the Dale, with my Master and met his family, his wife and his children. All in all, an amazing place. I even was able to visit the Elder Trees Valley...before the Bomb. It was amazing...the trees...the people....the serenity of it all baffled me.
I then traveled with him to Coventry, where I met another one of my Fathers aquantences, a Coventry Rogue named Ronald Katz. Strange gentlemen none the less, but quite polite when it came to me. Thus I left them both in Coventry...and now I travel towards Evermore...
Now I travel alone you see. Bearing the sheild with my fathers Order, and the kilt with my familys colors. I bear my masters color upon my cheek and on my heart. I bid him farewell and the best. Now I am on my own. Which is just what I wanted.
I was once part of an order....the Black Diamond I believe...quite a slipshod thing...not put together in the slightest. Not that I cared...there was that feeling of being together that I enjoyed. Of sitting around a table in a pub, relaxing and recovering after a good fight. I was still a very small child at the time...but I remember my father was a Knight in the Order at the time, and I would often come with him on his adventures. His friends were like my family. Where I went, so did they. My family was massive and diverse. Weetles, Mongorians, Dalesmen...I knew at least one person in nearly ever race.
Yule was always the best for me...having the entire Order in my home, the house smelling like hot cider, listening to tales of winters past...I would sit atop on of their knees and stare up at them with astonished eyes as my two brothers did the same.
Then came the war.
My fathers Order had been called out into battle...and I remember asking if I could join him...but for once...I was told no. I was utterly confused...I had always been allowed out with him, yet this time I was not. It was uncanny.
My father never returned home...none of them did. I took a vow that day, as young as I was, that I would avenge this tradgedy. And I did.
I gathered my things on the day of my sixteenth birthday, heading out to find a Master. A master of what I didn't know...something that could fight and win. Turns out...it was a Cavaleir...
"Ale please."
A brow rose cautiously, pudgy fingers cleaning out a mug with a filthy rag. "Y'sure about that sweetin'? Y'look a bit young t'be drinkin...."
I slammed my fist atop the bar, glaring evenly at the tender over my spectacles. "I said an Ale. My age is of no importance to you. I'm paying aren't I?"
The bartender grumbled something beneath his breath, and nodded, turning his back to me as he filled the mug, and slid a reddish liquid into it.
Arching a brow, I took a deep drink from the glass, and a shocked expression passed over my features. The mug dropped from my numb hand, shattering atop the bar. Hands grappled at my mouth, my eyes wide in suprise. Poison! My world became fuzzy...then dark.
I was awoken from my peacefull sea of bliss...to find myself lying on my back outside. The bartender was passing a bit of silver to a Druid who sneered downwards at me.
"Serves the girl right. Women shouldn't be around these parts to begin with...much less drinking."
I growled and grabbed my dagger, ready to slash the mans throat, when a someone stepped up beside me.
"I think not."
I cast my gaze upwards to see a tall Dalesmen. A Cavaleir...
"What would you be doing with this young woman here hm?" He questioned. "I hope not aiming to harm her." He gave a small smile in my direction.
The Druid shrugged. "And?"
"One...it would be against your GuildHall oath...and two...you'd be killing my apprentice."
APPRENTICE?!
My mind reeled....
Turns out he was a friend of my fathers...but never joined the order. He took me as his appentice that night, and I remember feeling quite empowered...but now that feeling is still with me...even though he is long since passed. He gave me this sheild, his sheild, as a gift. It still has my fathers Order symbol on it. I will never remove it...it is the only thing I have to remember him by.
I travled though Holt, and saw the most amazing things...though the Dale, with my Master and met his family, his wife and his children. All in all, an amazing place. I even was able to visit the Elder Trees Valley...before the Bomb. It was amazing...the trees...the people....the serenity of it all baffled me.
I then traveled with him to Coventry, where I met another one of my Fathers aquantences, a Coventry Rogue named Ronald Katz. Strange gentlemen none the less, but quite polite when it came to me. Thus I left them both in Coventry...and now I travel towards Evermore...
Now I travel alone you see. Bearing the sheild with my fathers Order, and the kilt with my familys colors. I bear my masters color upon my cheek and on my heart. I bid him farewell and the best. Now I am on my own. Which is just what I wanted.
