Post by Meroim on Jul 21, 2004 14:02:33 GMT
Some people come to Fredian and do nothing but yearn to go back to where they came from.
Not me! Nope, I like it here just fine! It's *lots* better then El-Amahn, the city where I used to call home. Well, I didn't call it "home" exactly, I thought "Stinky Demon Armpit" was a better name for the city.
El-Amahn is a desert city, kinda like Castille, but only if Castille had so many vermin that they had their own Guild, plumbing that was three steps below "hole in the ground", and air quality that would choke a kobold. Oh, also if Castille's main export was "anything illegal" and it's main industry was "crime and mayhem," it would be more like El-Amahn.
My mom was a low-level pick-pocket in the El-Amahn Theives Guild, she'd probably done better if she hadn't had a fondness for various mind altering, recreational substances-but I digress.
As for my father, I don't who he was, and my mom wasn't telling, (any questions I asked was met with a slap, so I learned early not to ask!) There was one time, however, after she had just eaten a handful of some glowy mushrooms, that she mentioned my father died in childbirth; that when I was being born, he got drunk and fell off a roof. But that might have been the mushrooms talking.
Anyway, I was expected to follow in my mother's (and her mother's - you get the idea) footsteps and be a pick-pocket. One problem, I stunk at picking pockets. I was great at hiding and being quiet (real handy when my pick-pocketing would fail!) and pretty good at picking locks and was even pretty handy with a sling, but that wasn't good enough!
Ironically my pick-pocketing ability got me where I am today. You see, I was out one night trying to hone my (non-existent) skills, when I came upon a drunk guy exiting a bar. He was so drunk I figured that even *I* could pick his pocket without him finding out. So I creep up to him (silent as you please) and reach into the folds of his robe to grab any gold he might have...
You guessed it, he caught me. Oops. I tried my usual trick of running away and hiding for dear life. He turned out to be a pretty powerful sorcerer. Double Oops. He cast a Light spell which revealed where I was pretty quickly. Then in his drunken state he thought he'd do something fancy (as opposed to calling El-Amahn's extremely corrupt Guards). He cast a Teleport spell, probably to teleport me to the local Guard station, but something went wrong, it probably had to do with how drunk he was, and I ended up in West Styne.
Not me! Nope, I like it here just fine! It's *lots* better then El-Amahn, the city where I used to call home. Well, I didn't call it "home" exactly, I thought "Stinky Demon Armpit" was a better name for the city.
El-Amahn is a desert city, kinda like Castille, but only if Castille had so many vermin that they had their own Guild, plumbing that was three steps below "hole in the ground", and air quality that would choke a kobold. Oh, also if Castille's main export was "anything illegal" and it's main industry was "crime and mayhem," it would be more like El-Amahn.
My mom was a low-level pick-pocket in the El-Amahn Theives Guild, she'd probably done better if she hadn't had a fondness for various mind altering, recreational substances-but I digress.
As for my father, I don't who he was, and my mom wasn't telling, (any questions I asked was met with a slap, so I learned early not to ask!) There was one time, however, after she had just eaten a handful of some glowy mushrooms, that she mentioned my father died in childbirth; that when I was being born, he got drunk and fell off a roof. But that might have been the mushrooms talking.
Anyway, I was expected to follow in my mother's (and her mother's - you get the idea) footsteps and be a pick-pocket. One problem, I stunk at picking pockets. I was great at hiding and being quiet (real handy when my pick-pocketing would fail!) and pretty good at picking locks and was even pretty handy with a sling, but that wasn't good enough!
Ironically my pick-pocketing ability got me where I am today. You see, I was out one night trying to hone my (non-existent) skills, when I came upon a drunk guy exiting a bar. He was so drunk I figured that even *I* could pick his pocket without him finding out. So I creep up to him (silent as you please) and reach into the folds of his robe to grab any gold he might have...
You guessed it, he caught me. Oops. I tried my usual trick of running away and hiding for dear life. He turned out to be a pretty powerful sorcerer. Double Oops. He cast a Light spell which revealed where I was pretty quickly. Then in his drunken state he thought he'd do something fancy (as opposed to calling El-Amahn's extremely corrupt Guards). He cast a Teleport spell, probably to teleport me to the local Guard station, but something went wrong, it probably had to do with how drunk he was, and I ended up in West Styne.
