Post by lucius on Apr 19, 2004 14:24:23 GMT
Lucius had a difficult upbringing. Her family were poor. Her father was a miner who couldn't afford any tools, and spent all his time smoking fenberry leaves. Her mother (who also had shocking red hair) was forced to turn to postitution soon after the birth of her older and beautiful sister, Lanius. Lanius was sold to slavery at the tender age of 16 and was never seen or heard from again. It was hard, but it provided enough money for food for another twelve months.
This all had an effect on Lucius. She is distrustful, and quick to anger. Since she cannot blame anyone in particular for her problems, so she blames everyone eventually. Eventually, even her friends.
After years of abuse and living on the edge of starvation, she finally had enough. She was picked up on the side of the road by a group of wandering nomads, who took her under their wings, and on to magical journeys. After several months of travelling, her hair had began to thicken again, she was able to walk properly again, and she was beginning to see that there was a whole wide world out there.
As much as she was abused by her family, she still loved her father. She wanted to rights the wrongs that were done, and this was one of the driving forces behind her desire to mine. With a pickaxe in her hands, she felt at ease and comfortable. She could be at one with her inner-self.
Soon she began to tire of the normadic lifestyle. It was the same faces in the caravans all the time and the road life was not for her. She didn't have much to sell, and what she could sell, didn't appeal very much to her. Lucius needed a change. She needed a steadying influence. As the caravan passed onto the Isle of Fredian, she grabbed some clothes and a bag of gold, and decided to make it home.
Here, she homes to make a bit of money, find a home near the coast, and live quietly ever after. But there is so much work to be done before then, so much work.
This all had an effect on Lucius. She is distrustful, and quick to anger. Since she cannot blame anyone in particular for her problems, so she blames everyone eventually. Eventually, even her friends.
After years of abuse and living on the edge of starvation, she finally had enough. She was picked up on the side of the road by a group of wandering nomads, who took her under their wings, and on to magical journeys. After several months of travelling, her hair had began to thicken again, she was able to walk properly again, and she was beginning to see that there was a whole wide world out there.
As much as she was abused by her family, she still loved her father. She wanted to rights the wrongs that were done, and this was one of the driving forces behind her desire to mine. With a pickaxe in her hands, she felt at ease and comfortable. She could be at one with her inner-self.
Soon she began to tire of the normadic lifestyle. It was the same faces in the caravans all the time and the road life was not for her. She didn't have much to sell, and what she could sell, didn't appeal very much to her. Lucius needed a change. She needed a steadying influence. As the caravan passed onto the Isle of Fredian, she grabbed some clothes and a bag of gold, and decided to make it home.
Here, she homes to make a bit of money, find a home near the coast, and live quietly ever after. But there is so much work to be done before then, so much work.
... and a bit of talking to even just the Mayor in West Styne will reveal even more to you. Fredian is not part of any known areas and is the only island habitated by players at all, of the small group of islands. 
