by Merilee » Sun Oct 21, 2018 12:06 am
Ely edit 27 Jul 2021:
1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.
Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: x
Total: 3 qps
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Merilee hadn't known why her parents fled their native Tarabon to Kandor, when she was just a babe at the teat. They just said it was nothing she'd ever have to worry about. And truthfully, there was enough to worry about there, with invasions from the Blight and ensuring the farm grew enough to get through the worst of winter.
When she left for adventure, they just said, "Whatever you do, don't go back to Tarabon and try to find where you were born. I know you might be curious, but don't. For us. Please?" They made her swear. She truly thought they were mad to be afraid of anything less than a Fade leading a fist of trollocs, but she swore. With the trepidation any family has when their child must grow up, they wished her well.
Traveling west from the Ogier-built city of Caemlyn, she heard indications that there might be trouble nearby. Knowing her horse was tired, she backtracked to the guards nearby on the road, and saw another human there too. Relief washed over her -- should Trollocs come by, another wiser warrior would be there to help her, not just the guards. As she started to apologize for coming up on him and lingering, but that she was relieved to find another human there to help her.....
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The Caemlyn Road
Traveling to the east and west, this wide road is scarred by the ruts from
the wheels of freight carts and wagon trains. Somewhere off to the east, the
towering city of Caemlyn stands, as it has for many years; less distant, to the
west, Four Kings marks one of the few centers of population in this area.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Xin the Mandarb'a'shar is standing here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An Andoran cavalryman is here, riding a roan charger.
An Andoran cavalryman is here, riding a roan charger.
An Andoran cavalryman is here, riding a roan charger.
An Andoran cavalryman is here, riding a roan charger.
An Andoran cavalry officer watches vigilantly, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Scratched MV:Fresh >
You say 'sorry good sir'
Suddenly Xin places a silver-winged basilard in your back!
Ouch! That Really did HURT!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
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She was able to get as far as Whitebridge when her horse became haggard. She led the poor, lather-covered beast just a little further, to get to a spot where she thought no one could sneak up on her.
All went black shortly thereafter.
She woke up, dazed. She checked her purse, her coin was still there. She was still dressed, the man hadn't attempted to have his way with her -- or her gold. Not even her horse! Not a common footpad, obviously. But why?
Figuring this wasn't the best time to ask questions, she dizzily rose, got up on her horse, and rode as far west and south as she could.
And then she learned why her parents left their homeland, from some people gathered in a city square. Perhaps more than they ever did, or they would have given her clearer warning. Apparently an invasion force from across the ocean had come, and when rumors reached Tarabon, they elected to deal with harsh winters and raids from Shadowspawn, rather than people who would just backstab random people because they believed this continent was theirs alone.
Merilee thought to herself, "Why would anyone battle other humans if they'd ever seen a Trolloc raid destroy a village, seen whole families slaughtered, lost friends? If they'd ever seen what was left after a Draghkar had their way with a woman -- not just damaging her soul like some men feel wearing pants means you're asking for, but devouring it? Do they not know the threat, or do they feel safe from it?"
She found a bed in a local inn, still puzzling over the questions in her mind, and wishing a reliable messenger could reach her parents.
Ely edit 27 Jul 2021:
1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.
Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: x
Total: 3 qps
*****************************************
Merilee hadn't known why her parents fled their native Tarabon to Kandor, when she was just a babe at the teat. They just said it was nothing she'd ever have to worry about. And truthfully, there was enough to worry about there, with invasions from the Blight and ensuring the farm grew enough to get through the worst of winter.
When she left for adventure, they just said, "Whatever you do, don't go back to Tarabon and try to find where you were born. I know you might be curious, but don't. For us. Please?" They made her swear. She truly thought they were mad to be afraid of anything less than a Fade leading a fist of trollocs, but she swore. With the trepidation any family has when their child must grow up, they wished her well.
Traveling west from the Ogier-built city of Caemlyn, she heard indications that there might be trouble nearby. Knowing her horse was tired, she backtracked to the guards nearby on the road, and saw another human there too. Relief washed over her -- should Trollocs come by, another wiser warrior would be there to help her, not just the guards. As she started to apologize for coming up on him and lingering, but that she was relieved to find another human there to help her.....
---------
The Caemlyn Road
Traveling to the east and west, this wide road is scarred by the ruts from
the wheels of freight carts and wagon trains. Somewhere off to the east, the
towering city of Caemlyn stands, as it has for many years; less distant, to the
west, Four Kings marks one of the few centers of population in this area.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Xin the Mandarb'a'shar is standing here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An Andoran cavalryman is here, riding a roan charger.
An Andoran cavalryman is here, riding a roan charger.
An Andoran cavalryman is here, riding a roan charger.
An Andoran cavalryman is here, riding a roan charger.
An Andoran cavalry officer watches vigilantly, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Scratched MV:Fresh >
You say 'sorry good sir'
Suddenly Xin places a silver-winged basilard in your back!
Ouch! That Really did HURT!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
------------
She was able to get as far as Whitebridge when her horse became haggard. She led the poor, lather-covered beast just a little further, to get to a spot where she thought no one could sneak up on her.
All went black shortly thereafter.
She woke up, dazed. She checked her purse, her coin was still there. She was still dressed, the man hadn't attempted to have his way with her -- or her gold. Not even her horse! Not a common footpad, obviously. But why?
Figuring this wasn't the best time to ask questions, she dizzily rose, got up on her horse, and rode as far west and south as she could.
And then she learned why her parents left their homeland, from some people gathered in a city square. Perhaps more than they ever did, or they would have given her clearer warning. Apparently an invasion force from across the ocean had come, and when rumors reached Tarabon, they elected to deal with harsh winters and raids from Shadowspawn, rather than people who would just backstab random people because they believed this continent was theirs alone.
Merilee thought to herself, "Why would anyone battle other humans if they'd ever seen a Trolloc raid destroy a village, seen whole families slaughtered, lost friends? If they'd ever seen what was left after a Draghkar had their way with a woman -- not just damaging her soul like some men feel wearing pants means you're asking for, but devouring it? Do they not know the threat, or do they feel safe from it?"
She found a bed in a local inn, still puzzling over the questions in her mind, and wishing a reliable messenger could reach her parents.