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Final Answers
Are you a boy or a girl?
Female
How wealthy are you?
Rich (GM pick due to tie)
What age group do you belong to?
Young Child (GM pick due to tie)
Gurrond leaned over the pair, he could tell at a glance that there was no more breath from the the poor young boy. He had probably been some sort of servant to the girl in the fancy dress, the one covered in wounds head to toe anywhere that the boy had not taken the hit for her. Gurrond closed his eyes and lowered his head at the corpse, internally commending the poor child for his bravery and sacrifice. It was one that he intended to honor, and if for some reason his superiors needed an explanation, he could probably tell them the girl could have information or potential or something of the sort.
"Up and down, left and right, all shall return to the center, yet never shall they be of the center. You who aren't shall be for you were. Transform." The girl's body trembled for a moment, and light green circles of light formed above her wounds. Ripples seemingly formed on her skin around the wounds, like those of a lake that a pebble was thrown into. Her arms, and legs and all the rest of her body grew slightly thinner, she frowned and shivered as her skin, muscles and bones stretched almost like tendrils and joined together to close the gaps and other damage of her wounds. The girl coughed for a moment, but even so probably didn't have the strength to wake up yet. Gurrond went back to pocket the dropped coin, before returning and carefully sliding his hands under the girl's body to lift her up.
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The girl woke up facing an unfamiliar wall, and what a terrible wall it was. The decoration was frankly tribal, just black as charcoal bricks piled on top of each other with some blue-colored carvings all around it. There were no forms of precious metals or arachne tapestries anywhere to be found. She attempted to roll on her bed, but spinned right back before even turning. Her body growled, her arms were virtually unresponsive, her head wasn't quite fully up yet. Pressing her eyes closed, she gave it a bigger push and managed to roll to the other side of that rough bed, only to see the room's decoration hadn't improved much compared to the wall. There was a wooden door with some steel bars on it now, serving as locks, and a bench, no windows though. Frankly if not for the bars resembling more a reinforced door than a cage, she could have been forgiven for confusing this place with a prison cell.
Actually, was it not a cell after all? This place didn't seem like any where she would be taken. Which could mean she had been...yes, it was starting to come back to her, the memories, the carriage ride, the noises outside, the carriage suddenly going up and turn in mid-air with them inside spinning and hitting every corner of it, and how Grain had hugged her, and pressed her against him, shielded her body...he...he...
Her arms moved slightly forward with the panic she felt after the door's mechanism suddenly moved aside the steel bars and it swung open. In came this towering man (though to be fair, almost anyone would look towering to a small girl helplessly lied down) with a ruffled brown beard and grey skin like ashes. Though his eyes were too dark to tell what color they were a shade of, it was still possible to tell the pupil apart from the cornea, and right now both were staring down to her. After a moment a smile opened in a mellow but undeniably happy expression.
"You're awake! Thank the makers ! And what a good time for it." He shouted, following those words by opening the door behind him again and rushing out of it.
The door was left open! This was her chance! The girl gritted her teeth, using what strength she had in her hands to attempt to push her right leg forward, then her left leg forward. She needed a couple moments to breathe before pressing her hands onto the bed, every ounce of willpower she had being channeled into trying to at least make it a sitting position, only to end up losing her balance and nearly falling off the bed, if not for the large grey hand stopping her from it. She looked and the saw the grey man had returned, trying to balance supporting her with one hand and holding a bowl with something steamy and a wooden spoon on his other hand.
"You shouldn't do that yet, okay? You should still be resting." The grey man pulled her up and back into the bed, and the girl didn't resist it anymore. Much as she didn't want to admit it, she really didn't feel like she had the strength to move at all. "You were very badly injured. I am not good with the principle of making, so my apologies but healing you perfectly is beyond my ability. Your body should be able to act more naturally in a couple of days though, even if it takes a little bit more to actually recover your strength. So, since we'll be hanging out together for a while, my name is Gurrond Patheeker. What's your name, little lady?"
Choice 4: What is Your First Name? (note: write-in options are suggested by the players themselves. Other players can vote on previously made suggestions or make a suggestion of their own.)
(Write-In)
Choice 5: What do you respond to Gurrond?
A) "Where am I? What do you want? Are you with that man with the explosion? Is Grain alright?!" you barrage him with a sudden flurry of panicked questions.
B) You raise your chin (as much as you can muster) and declare: "Do you not even know who my father is? I am lady [name] Silvertread, and I will not tolerate this sort of treatment!"
C) "[Name], of the empire." You simply say, staring at the man with a look of defiance. He may have you now, but once you're able to move again...
D) Whatever they are paying you, I'll pay double. You can always count on the word of an Allerstone!" You puff your chest out proudly, but then remember: "Oh, and my name is [name]. [name] Allerstone."
E) You raise an eyebrow, perplexed:
"You aren't good with the principle of making? How did you fix me up then? Mommy always uses that one to fix daddy up after he explodes."
F) You refuse to tell him your name, and do your best to shift position in bed back to facing the wall, in vain. Still, it was a more attractive prospect than this conversation.
(bonus choice: feel free to write-in a dialogue color for the girl as well)
(Write-In)
Choice 5: What do you respond to Gurrond?
A) "Where am I? What do you want? Are you with that man with the explosion? Is Grain alright?!" you barrage him with a sudden flurry of panicked questions.
B) You raise your chin (as much as you can muster) and declare: "Do you not even know who my father is? I am lady [name] Silvertread, and I will not tolerate this sort of treatment!"
C) "[Name], of the empire." You simply say, staring at the man with a look of defiance. He may have you now, but once you're able to move again...
D) Whatever they are paying you, I'll pay double. You can always count on the word of an Allerstone!" You puff your chest out proudly, but then remember: "Oh, and my name is [name]. [name] Allerstone."
E) You raise an eyebrow, perplexed:
"You aren't good with the principle of making? How did you fix me up then? Mommy always uses that one to fix daddy up after he explodes."
F) You refuse to tell him your name, and do your best to shift position in bed back to facing the wall, in vain. Still, it was a more attractive prospect than this conversation.
(bonus choice: feel free to write-in a dialogue color for the girl as well)
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