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Saw the Space Opera advert and started singing, "and these dreams, they all seem empty, like my concious seem to be. I've spent hours, Only lonely..."
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People confess to me all the time. I’m a faith leader. There is very little the surprises me any more.
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Orin looked for the man who placed a bid on him. He intently studied the man. Who was he and what was he going to have him do. His entire life hung in the balance. Orin had been working on a plan to free himself, but spear, swords, and bows were to close. He figured he could get his hands free, getting his feet free would be more of a challenge. In clearer thinking, Orin determined that his plan would have probably lead to death, his at least. Not dying was highly important to him.

With kindled hope Orin stood a little taller. That was the only bid made. As the money exchanged hands, Orin sat down. He placed a finger on the spear tip pointed at him and pushed it away. A small bag was tossed to Orin. It contained his well worn cloak, a now ragged pair of pants, a broken pipe, and nothing else. Then as the paperwork was done, Orin proceeded to slip his small hands then feet out of the shackles.
"They were made for a larger person," Orin commented to the guard as he dropped the shackles on the table.

Orin turned and followed his new master. "Thank you, kind master." he said.
Atana grabbed to closest line to try hoping it was attached to the ship and not the mast. As the waves rocked the ship, the mast slid. Atana heard no groans from those who were trapped beneath it as it moved a bit. The smell of gun powder filled the air, and Atana wondered how they could keep the flames lit in this much water.

This was race to the bottom Atana started to think. Both ships were now wounded in ways that did not seem sustainable. She looked at the man who came down to notify them and asked, "What do we do now?" This was the first exposure Atana had to naval warfare or sailing.

Atana pulled the cloak around tighter to try to stay covered and dry and continued to hold on. Watching the scene in shock.

As Orin waited his turn to be put on display, he pondered how wrong this had all gone. Leaving his community to learn seamed like a harmless thing to do. But it has cost him, well him and his community their freedom. This was not the plan at all.

Rough hands were grabbing people and throwing them up on stage where they were made to stand on display. Some clothed and some, like he, in all their natural spender for the eye to see. The half-elf girl was thrown up next. The auctioneer grabbed the girl's bruised chin, touched her in a rather in appropriate way. "This one is a breeder. Fine features," he said as he turned her around. Then he grabbed her in a very personal way and continued, "Soft! Good as a servant or an entertainment, I'd say. A toy for the man of the house or a maid for the lady."
People started bidding.
Orin thought, Breeder? How rude. She's better than that. After a couple stronger bigun's were sold to be guards, a human cleric to be an estate healer, a couple criminals to be tournament fighters. While girls of different races sold as maids, serving girls, or dancers. He watched. Mages tended to buy guards. Clerics tended to buy people who had gifts that would help their temples. Merchants bought people with craft skills or could be trainable.
A man of my skills should fetch a fare price, he thought.
As Orin watched he realized that the ones that the auctioneer thought would get a good price were sold first, mages, fighters, people with skills, then the unskilled but trainable, the thieves, then him. He figured this out when they threw up a couple of old men that were sickly with the coughs and could barely stand, people started to turn away. Finally, his turn came. His chains lifted from the pole that kept him in place. The hand that grabbed him lifted him by the loin cloth and threw him. Orin landed with a thud. The crowd laughed as he tried to keep the remaining fabric in place with his hands chained. He bowed.
"What can I get for this one?" the auctioneer shouted with almost a laugh to the crowd.
"I don't need a clown, so what can he do?" a large lizard folk man shouted.
"He's a breeder, then I'll eat him," said a woman that he wasn't sure what she was or if she was a she.
"Thank you, but I'd prefer not to be dinner," Orin said weakly.
"You'd only be a snack," said a woman and the crowd roared with laughter.
"He's trouble," shouted the captain of the ship he was brought to the marker. "It follows him around. Tried to get the slaves to riot and damn near got them to do it too."
"It wasn't a riot and I'm plenty lucky," Orin said defiantly.
There were murmurs from the crowd.
Another crewman shouted,"And he can eat more than two men."
"They were small portions," Orin said in a louder and exasperated tone.
A staff hit him in the ribs telling him to be quiet.
The offering price started at 80 gold. When the price got down to fifty gold with no takers.
Orin asked, "What happens if I do not sell?"
The woman called back, "I'll eat you."
The crowd erupted with laughter.
"How about 30 gold?" the auctioneer cries out.

Name: Orin Goldtunel
Alias: Halfling, Boy
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Tallfellow Halfling
Class: Rouge

Appearance: Orin is short fellow with tan skin that is reddening with the sun and near white hair. His eyes are an emerald green that are clear. Even as a slave he is fairly neat, easy to do when you are down to having just a loin cloth. He is thin and many have passed by him as in the larger world, due to his size and importance in the world. In the world of the bigs, halfling like himself are weak.

In the boards of the wall where he is chained is the face of half-elven girl scratched in from the edge of a stone not beaten and bruised by the slavers. In Orin's drawing, she looks like a princess. Orin has been passing time by throws stones into a ring about the size of a human fist hanging on a wall about four paces away while mindlessly singing a song in Draconic about the birth of a dragon then breaking it chains and rising on the morning air to freedom.

Personality:

  • Smart
  • Crafty
  • Loyal
  • Meticulous
  • Quick
  • Determined
  • Optimistic
  • and of course Curious


Motivation:
Orin is motivated by knowledge, good food, a warm bed, and good friends.

History:
Orin was born in the depths of the Broton Mountains across the sea, years after the Second Dwarven War had ended and they had settled into a Dwarven city which had been abandoned. In the writings that were left by the dwarves, they called it a city. Orin thinks it is more of an outpost as there was no grand hall.

His mother was a healer and his father was a mage and both had studied, with of all things, the humans. Both of them had received their training in what they called a university. They talked about animals the size of twice a man that could carry people and things, horses they were called.

Now Orin was the fourth son in the family. The eldest was going to get the house, the second became part of the guard. The third child was a girl that was following in their mother's footsteps. The forth was learning to be a mage. Then Orin and his little brother. Orin wanted to be a scholar or an artist.

There were two problems that Orin saw with his life. The first is that there was not going to be a lot of opportunity for him within the small community and the second was there were not a lot of girls being born. So he packed a small bag and headed up into the world.

The human free city was no longer free. The university had also been closed. He spent a year in forced servitude. After stealing the keys and freeing the workers for the third time, he was chained and thrown into a ship and taken to the port to be sold as a slave. As he was being loaded, he saw his family in chains. His home had fallen.

The slave masters had taken all of Orin's stuff and clothing because he was trying another mass escape.

Equipment:



Weakness:
  • Food – Orin at this point is motivated by food.
  • The desire for knowledge – He would love to sit with his pipe in a library and read.
  • Girls – What single male isn't?


Relationships:
Yet to come
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Name: Cilia Cosgair
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Equipment/Possessions:
Common clothes,
A dagger,
One book (Children’s morality tales – like Grimms),
Tools
A bag to carry the tools and the book.

Personality:
Cilia is a scavenger that struggles to survive. Each day is a new challenge and a new obstacle to overcome, and each day she is glad to be alive and every night she is glad to have safely made it through the day. She learned to think that way from her friend Edwin the Tinker. She finds joy in taking things apart and figuring out how they work.

As a poor scavenger she has learned to have a strong distrust of rich people, which in her case are most people. Rude words, sticks, boots to the back, dirty looks, and things thrown at her, has taught her not to trust them. The worst thing is the pity. In Cilia’s mind animals are easier to understand. If a person is kind to animal, they will probably be kind to her.

Cilia likes to read, but for those who are educated her reading is painfully slow and labored. She is bright enough to be educated, but education takes time, money, and practice. Survival has been a more pressing matter to her.

At her core, she wants to be optimistic, she just needs to catch a break.

Back-story/History:
Cilia was born in a small coastal city, her father was a traveling merchant and her mother was a prostitute. So she grew up in a brothel, watching the comings and goings that took place. She learned to watch people and to keep their secrets. See much and say little. At a young age she learned what many of the rich folks were like sharks chomping up the little peoples like chum. Using them for their pleasure, then disposing them. The one bright spot in her childhood was she was taught to read and write a little. That was about all she received as a bastard child.

When her mother was expecting her next child, Cilia had the choice of going into the profession or leaving. She had seen the bruises and abuse that the girls received. So she left. She was picked up by a traveler and when she would not do what he wanted, he beat and knifed her. When he was done he threw her out of the wagon. A scar across her right shoulder bears witness to her struggle and shame. Near half dead, she managed to find shelter in an abandoned building in the in the Imperial Ruins. A pack of stay dogs for company.

In the ruined city, she started scavenging bits and pieces of things - metal for the blacksmith, rags for the paper maker, and things that looked interesting for the tinker. A couple coins her and there to buy a bit of bread. She has learned to crawl into and through tight spaces and into dangerous places. Recently, she has been tinker and building things on her own. Mainly she builds different types of traps that are around the abandoned building.
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As the waves crashed into the ports side and the ship listed, Anata felt the rocks shift as much as heard them trying to counter balance the ship. Tables and chairs slipped, tipped, and fell. Atana now knew why the bunks were pegged in place. Atana tumbled, not gracefully, but like the tables and chairs. Only to be bounced back and the ship was righted. The smell of vomit mixed with the sea foam and the excrement of people filled her nose and lungs and she gave into vomiting. The mouth panting had kept it at bay, but now with the additional smells and fear was more than she could take. Antana managed to stand and reclaim gear. She tossed her boots around her neck.

At the shout of pirates, “Daemon spit,” slipped from her lips a little louder than a whisper.
She had learned that from a Tiefling thief that she had worked with. She would not say they were friends, but she did not die on his knife like his former partner. And yes, her mother would have been so proud to hear her speak like that that lye soap would have been used. But it seemed like the appropriate swear for the moment.

She gave the Tiefling space, she had learned that Tieflings don't trust people for no reason and they tended to have tempers.
She went and offered to the Drow and asked, “Let me help you get your things and get topside.”
She offered what aid she could then went topside with the others.
I was in the mood to write a bit and this popped into my mind.

The inn

Pug sat in the common room of the inn watching people. A young serving girl had been casting a spell upon the room. Cedric talked repeatedly about magic being a powerful force that carried a lot of danger. This girl was casting even more dangerous magic than of the old Wizard. She was casting desire. Most of the eyes watched her in a way that wanted to use her. Some were indifferent, but one watched those who watched her. The serving girl had curly blond hair that was tied on the back with a lace ribbon. She had perfect ringlets adorned the side of her head. Her hips were full and her blouse overflowed like the foam of the beer. Pug had been in the room watched the serving girl most of the evening. She had been flirting with the men all evening and she was being tipped well. One gave her a silver as he grabbed her bottom with the other hand pulling her into him. Another took a small coin purse tipped it into her top then gave her a few quick twists from side to side letting the coins fall out while enjoying the motion of her.

In Atana's mind brewed a storm, no boy ever looked at her that way or wanted to throw coins at her. She wanted to be wanted. Her sister had used the same magic in her home town and married a nice farmer. She wanted to be wanted, but not as an object. But she was too much of a tomboy for dresses and bows. She was not endowed enough to catch a young man's eye. She was much to independent to want to be owned, she was not property. Since her sister dressed her in men's clothing, even the serving girls have tried to flirt with her. Master Cedric, Pug's master was in a meeting with a trade group working on some deal of importing and exporting goods through the port. She had been sent out to the common room, so Pug watched the crowd. A couple times, Pug had stopped a pickpocket from lifting Cedric's purse or warned him about incoming danger. So pug and two off duty guards watched the room.

The waitress came over and bent at the waist trying to catch Pug's eye, “Can I get you something more?” she asked suggestively. Pug's coins had run out. When the serving girl looked up at Pug, She was looking at Pug in the eyes. With a little pout that he wasn't looking elsewhere, she rose. Hearing Cedric's voice, Pug rose quickly. Gently grabbing the serving girls head with her left hand pulling her head close and kissed her on her full lips. With the right hand, pug put a hand inside her blouse. To the room it looked as if Pug had just groped the girl while stealing a kiss. Using the ring knife, Pug cut the cords of her coin purse and palmed it into baggy sleeve. Pug gave her smile while stepping away. As she raised a hand to slap Pug as the farm boy that had been intently watching had crossed the room. With his right hand, he threw a punch. With a bit of a Jump with the punch, Pug crashed into the table and then on to the floor. The farm hand consoled the waitress as she tried to fix her blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks. Master Cedric came out of the meeting at the sound of the commotion to find Pug getting up with a swollen eye from the punch. The room erupting in laughter as Pug put on a bit of a show by staggering. A guard came over and dragged Pug out the door and into the waiting wagon.

After climbing up to the wagon bench and nodding at the guard to drive home. He asked, “So was it worth it?”
After a moment of thought, Pug smiled a deep smile and said, “Yes. Yes, it was.”
Cedric asked the questions all mentors ask, “And?”
“For a brief moment almost every man in the room wanted to be me, till the punch. They will be married by spring,” Pug said proud of himself. Cedric laughed as Pug rubbed his sore back and eye.
I think I am going to let her grow into the full blown sorceress.
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