The Long Road to Recovery.
Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:24 pm
((Open RP people.))
Mar, a still young man in his early twenties, had only recently came to Gobiath.
Having escaped from a what would be his destiny, a life of slavery and pain.
He had worked for about all his life, having been taken from his hometown by a band of brigards at early age, brigards who then sold him to a rich slave-owner.
Being set to work for him at the age of 8 he had accuired quite much strength, as the work he was forced to do required it dearly.
But that is not the current story unfolding.
((Will write it down another time.))
Mar entered Trollsbane some time back now, having only really 'met' the elfess named Kaila so far.
Others seemed to grant him no look, no ear.
He was still immensely uncertain about the world, when would another cruel master pick him up and exploit him? When would the so called bonelord come to punish him for his escape? It would just be a matter of time he thought, but there had to be something that could be done, no? There had to be...
He sat there lonely, somewhat frightenedly under a tree next to the well outside the Seahorse inn, holding a small wooden pendant, with two symbols to identify for those who knew. One symbol of Sirani, and one Symbol of Zhambra on the other side. But this was, right now not really to be seen, as he kept it close to him, and hidden from others in his hands, though perhaps a small glimpse could be caught now and then.
His expression was far from calm, it was both thoughtfull, and frightened.
The second emotion stated was as it is most of the time with him the more dominant one.
Quickly gazing to any whom would pass by, facing him or not, looking to them always, examining their moves, examining if they could mean him harm.
Hoping that right now, noone would enclose on him, but it would be inevitable...
Mar, a still young man in his early twenties, had only recently came to Gobiath.
Having escaped from a what would be his destiny, a life of slavery and pain.
He had worked for about all his life, having been taken from his hometown by a band of brigards at early age, brigards who then sold him to a rich slave-owner.
Being set to work for him at the age of 8 he had accuired quite much strength, as the work he was forced to do required it dearly.
But that is not the current story unfolding.
((Will write it down another time.))
Mar entered Trollsbane some time back now, having only really 'met' the elfess named Kaila so far.
Others seemed to grant him no look, no ear.
He was still immensely uncertain about the world, when would another cruel master pick him up and exploit him? When would the so called bonelord come to punish him for his escape? It would just be a matter of time he thought, but there had to be something that could be done, no? There had to be...
He sat there lonely, somewhat frightenedly under a tree next to the well outside the Seahorse inn, holding a small wooden pendant, with two symbols to identify for those who knew. One symbol of Sirani, and one Symbol of Zhambra on the other side. But this was, right now not really to be seen, as he kept it close to him, and hidden from others in his hands, though perhaps a small glimpse could be caught now and then.
His expression was far from calm, it was both thoughtfull, and frightened.
The second emotion stated was as it is most of the time with him the more dominant one.
Quickly gazing to any whom would pass by, facing him or not, looking to them always, examining their moves, examining if they could mean him harm.
Hoping that right now, noone would enclose on him, but it would be inevitable...