3. Marysia's Tale

Marysia's Tale


  • Character name: Marysia
    Player login name: KosmiskKaos

    Marysia was born in a small village in Chondath, somewhere between The Chondalwood and The Golden Plains to parents who both were warriors. They were not the poorest family in the village but not the richest one either. Marysia was the only child. It was obvious that a warrior mother had no time to carry another child for nine months and then stay home to breastfeed the child, nor had his father time to take care of little children. Both of her parents’ were often away from home, and sometimes they both were at battlefields. Those times one of the ladies in the village took care of Marysia. She was a single mother of one son who was born a few years before Marysia. That boy soon became Marysia’s best friend. His name was Dorian. He looked odd, nothing like his mother who was a human. He was very thin and had pointed ears, almost white hair (in Marysia’s eyes it was always more blue than white) and darker skin than anyone Marysia knew. But it wasn’t Marysia who wondered and thought he was odd. It was the other villagers. Why would she had wondered, Dorian was her only friend after all. And he was the most graceful creature she had ever seen.

    Marysia and Dorian spent their childhood playing in the near forests and fields. Because there was not much to do their play was often called “killing all the mean creatures”. They both were skilled fighters though very young and vulnerable. But they did not know what it means to be careful. They did not get proper training but trained themselves to be strong and fast. Only Marysia had some training on axe whenever her mother had time to it.

    Problems arose as Dorian grew up and it become obvious that he had drow blood in his veins. The villagers started to harass Dorian and her mother. They became isolated. Only Marysia’s family tolerated them. Marysia took Dorian’s sides against the villagers. She did not understand what it means to be a drow, nor did she care about it because Dorian was the only one in the village whose company she respected. The villagers claimed that Dorian must be evil being a kin of the drow. Marysia thought that the villagers were far more evil with their discrimination than Dorian who was ever so good and kind.

    Life got even harder when one day, which happened to be Marysia’s eighteenth birthday, her mother came home alone. She and Mar’s father had been in a battle far away and she was the only one to survive home. Slowly she started to drown in to a world only she could see and hear. She kept sliding out of Marysia’s reach. She only talked to the dead: her dead husband. At the same time the situation between Dorian and the villagers became more difficult. It seemed that Dorian’s life was threatened. Marysia had to make a hard decision of leaving her mother and following Dorian out of the village and where ever life would lead them to.

    Marysia and Dorian waited a year planning the escape and the future ahead of them before the leave. Marysia wanted to be sure that her mother would be taken care of when Mar would no longer be there. Fortunately Dorian’s mother took this duty because she felt she owed Mar’s family so much for their friendship. And so Marysia and Dorian left to see the world.

    Mar and Dorian were friends and companions first of all but there was also love between them. It might have been because of the long friendship and all the trouble they had faced together. Neither of them could imagine travelling with anyone else. They were tightly bound together. But the journey wasn’t the easiest. They were driven away from almost every village and town they entered. Only few people helped them. There was no place to stay, no work to get and no friends to meet. They were all alone. They mainly travelled in woods and made a camp near some river for a few weeks, then kept on going. Sometimes they got lucky to meet people who didn’t know about the drow or just didn’t care. Only then they could get proper food and a decent place to sleep.

    Years went by. All the travelling made them grow weaker and soon they could not call themselves fighters anymore. Hungry and tired they once entered a town to search for food. They were all dirty and messed up. Dorian tried to hide his face and hair under a hood. But their appearance seemed to annoy the local militia. They were made to give away their weapons and whatever there was valuable. The militia practically robbed them but claimed to have every right to do so. Finally they made Dorian show his face. “Well look what we got here”, one of the men said, “ a drow bastard. Must be my lucky day”. Two seconds later Dorian lied on the street his throat cut.

    Marysia doesn’t remember how she got away and why she wasn’t killed as well. She knew that no one would help Dorian get back to life. She hid in the woods and lied down under a big tree. She prayed all the gods she could remember by name. She lied there three days and three nights, waiting for death to take her. But it didn’t take her. Not that easily. Marysia noticed that she would have to make the decision herself. Whether to follow Dorian in to the unknown or leave everything that is past and travel alone to the unbearable world. She chose the hurt and pain that would probably never leave her. She chose the unbearable: life.

    Marysia kept on travelling. She walked all day and night, didn’t get any sleep or food. She knew she’d have to make a fresh start and forget that Dorian ever existed. But how could that be done? She did not know. She lost all directions and went where the path took her. Eventually she entered a land called Narfell and only because she was so weary she decided to stay in a small town called Jiyyd. She was twenty-five years old at the time. Six years had gone by since she left her home. But there are easier tasks than leaving the past behind especially when a dead friend starts to haunt you and whisper in your ear… Or is it just Marysia’s head that’s cracking up?


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