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Tessylyn
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 4, 2015
Character details:
Name: Bridget
Appearance: Fully human with a lean and petite build, a medium skin tone, brown hair down to her shoulders and matching brown eyes.
Equipment in use:
A partway unbuttoned white blouse, light green jacket and dark trousers, comfortable leather boots, silk undergarments. (+1 charm)
An iron banded cudgel, strength based. (+2 damage in melee)
Camp contains:
Tent
Bedroll
Cooking and eating utensils
Fire-starting kit
Stats:
Status:
Strength - 12
Current Health: 45/45
Dexterity – 10 Current Lust: 32/45
Toughness - 10 Current Stamina: 25/45
Intelligence – 7 Active Effects: Blue tongue (5 hours left)
Charm - 10 (+1 from unbuttoned shirt) Money: None
Speed – 14 Level: 0
Time: 7:05 PM of the first day.
Skills known:
None at present.
Inventory (1/10):
Rabbit snares
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Bridgets Story begins...
It had been a week since a course of action had been decided on, the city council had decreed that to end the plague of droughts, gales, forest fires and floods which seemed to leave no useable water behind, a sacrifice would be needed. Supposedly there was a cave that had opened up in a recent earthquake that contained some sort of portal, a shimmering wall of iridescent light, about an hour’s horse ride away from the city. There had been a request from the council members, they needed a young woman, who would be revered and worshipped as none before her ever had been if she answered the city’s plea for aid and gave herself up for the greater good.
The politicians all their arrogance assumed that the peasants would clamor at the chance for such an honour, but the fancy words had fooled nobody. None took it seriously, they could see it for what it truly was - a death sentence and a nearly futile hope. So what was the solution? Unfortunately for a young street rat named Bridget, she was the solution.
It had been a simple grab and dash job, someone to distract the fruit stall owner, and all Bridget had to do was stuff as much into a sack as she could in the few moments before someone cried out, then make a run for freedom with her ill-gotten gains. It had been sheer back luck that a patrol of guards had happened to come around a corner just as she started to flee in that direction, the poor girl had dashed headlong into them and had been captured with consummate ease. With nobody to pay the fines for her release, and the jails already overcrowded, the council decided that nobody would miss a dirty little thief – she would be the perfect sacrifice.
They had cleaned her, or rather locked her in a room until she cleaned herself, and then burned her old rag-like clothes before giving her a more suitable outfit to wear. It was a very well made green dress embroidered with golden leaves, the hem of which was tailored to fall just half an inch short of the floor without being too bulky, though the neckline did plunge low enough to show a fair amount of bosom. Her undergarments had been replaced with soft white silken ones, and her boots were good sturdy leather of a rich brown, climbing all the way to her knees.
After the ride to the cave, which despite the fine clothes had been undertaken with Bridget locked in manacles to prevent her from trying to run away, she’d been given an almost perfunctory blessing by a the high-priest, and had been presented with a bag containing exactly one-hundred gold coins, as a further offering in case her life alone was not worthy, though nobody had the decency to admit that was the case. Ironic it was, a street rat who in her final hours before death was dressed fit to make a noblewoman jealous, and rich enough to live for a year in luxury.
With that all done, the shackled were taken off, just as one of the guards gave the girl a fairly unceremonious shove towards that shimmering purple haze of light, clearly glad to see her gone. The world seemed to turn white, a tingling warmth spreading all through the thief’s body, before the world simply turned black as consciousness fled the girl.
Hours pass, but eventually Bridget slowly regains consciousness.
As the thief, or perhaps now former thief, came to her senses properly she found herself out in the warm breeze of an open plain, shin-high lush green grasses interspersed with small colourful flowers, clusters of trees and the occasional bush decorating the landscape. In a few places the plants seem to rustle, likely small animals moving about, as well there also seem to be a few herds of wild cows. Birdsong was audible, if faint, given the small number of trees in which to perch.
To the north the borders of a forest are visible perhaps a two miles away, whereas the view to the east is cut off by hills, though over the tops of those the peaks of mountains are visible. To the west the plains seem to stretch for miles upon miles, as far as the eye could see, and finally to the south there was a stream that supplies water to the area, beyond that a thin haze of smoke drifting into the air – a distant village?
Perhaps most importantly though, she was alive. Whatever ‘sacrifice’ those council members had planned had clearly failed. Then again, this certainly wasn’t any place that the girl had been before, and there was no sign of how she had actually arrived. What would she do now though? It wasn’t as if she could simply wait on this grassy plain forever, she had no food or water for a start, and from the sun it seemed like it was already mid-afternoon, she would probably need somewhere to actually sleep.
