3. Beautiful Woman : AKA : Amalia

Beautiful Woman : AKA : Amalia


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    Character: Beautiful Woman : AKA : Amalia

    Rating: PG-13, so there may be some bleeps folks

    :: the bar sits in the normal hubbub of the day, people come and go, though as the day draws on it is notable that the innkeeper begins to get some things ready. Seems a bard from some far off land be visiting town on this day, and the bard was going to be so kind as to bring business to his humble establishment, he just wanted everything to be just right. Then again he didn't think it would matter as most of the patrons would be drunk anyway. He finished setting up, made sure the bard was about, and watched as the inn's common room filled up with people and the bard began his tale ::

    Ahh… quite the gathering we have here tonight... and ye all came to see me? :: the crowd of people bob their heads, saying aye, and shouting for a story :: Oh... a story it is that ye want? :: the people start to get a bit roudy saying aye again and a few from the back yell out get on with yer beep story ::

    Oh... now ye ain't got the patient do ye? :: the bard laughed, knowing they would stay silent at that comment, then his face went hard, as he looked down over the crowd ::

    Well ye see der was this girl, oh an afore she came here and lived over in that gypsy camp, well she was a slave. :: murmurs went around the crowd :: Yep, a slave, ye be hearin right. She worked in a great desert, one far away where she ney even know the name of where she had been workin, for her masters and mistresses ney thought it to be important for her to know. All she had to know was how to push a big block of stone and dig some holes. From what she says they fed her alright, but then again she is quite modest when it comes to such things as she does not think she is beautiful, where as many may say that she be one of the prettiest lasses ye ever be seein.

    So in this desert, what she been slavin over? Well her masters were really just man servants or slaves themselves that had special privalage because they got to carry around trays and do the cookin and cleanin in the great tower. The tower stood there, with inside it a great spring and one of the only sources of water for many miles around, the women who were the mistresses had great libraries of books, and could call down lightning from the sky. Aye... I can't say I ever seen a woman control the weather, but I would believe wid all the magic in the world der be some powerful enough to be doin so.

    So this pretty lady, the modest beautiful woman, who ain't never gone against any of her mistress or masters orders or rules for fear of the punishment. Aye the punishments be very severe from what I been hearing, heard they cut ye up piece by piece, and then when they are done, they stick your head on a pike at the top of the tower to remind everyone what happens if ye be tryin to git away. Well then... on dis one day...

    :: somewhere in the desert ::

    :: Amalia looked around, her heart pounding, as she had taken a book that was laying out in the back garbage heap. It was not allowed for them to be able to learn anything, but then again the mistresses didn't think any of the slaves could read. Amalia scurried back to her tent, where her slave-mate sat shackled hands and feet as they all were, she shuffled along sitting down, while concealing the book in a wrapped cloak ::

    Good-Night Robin. :: the beautiful elven woman, Amalia, said to her tent mate ::

    Night Amalia. :: said Robin, a decent lookin girl, but one that the years of human life as a slave had worn on, with creases in her face that showed stress the woman rolled her back to Amalia and closed her eyes ::

    :: Amalia rolled over pretending to do the same, closing her eyes for a while until she knew her human counterpart was asleep. She still could not understand how any human got along with this sleep thing, she just meditated for a bit and was fine, so when she rustled about through her things Robin did not wake as she was used to the woman moving about in the night ::

    :: Amalia took out the book she had found, opened it and found a strange writing. She could do nothing but stare for a moment, then she took a deep breath trying to relax her mind and all of the symbols on the page seemed to make perfect sense to her. Before she knew what she was doing she was muttering a spell of ice, freezing her shackles which then snapped at her applied strength. Her arms and legs were free now, but how to get past the guards on the outside. Her heart raced as she had wanted to learn, but she did not realize it would happen so quickly, though in reality she always knew she had some innate ability, but just did not know how to harness the power. That feeling of being able to channel was so exhilerating, adrenilin pumped through her veins and she could not stop at just that. She read over the entire book, memorizing what she would need. ::

    :: she got up the chains clinking, but no longer hindering her ability to use her hands or run. She looked over at Robin and thought for a moment taking her with her, but then realized the other woman would most likely turn her in, and then she would have her head on a pike on top of the wall ::

    :: she sighed, taking a deep breath and gulping, as she headed out the tent flap into the freezing night air, with nothing but her few posessions. No one was around, with the harsh punishments there was no need for guards at each and every tent, but there were some patroling around that she knew of. She stalked through the night, the 'clink-clink' noise of her shackles making it no easier for her to move silently, when she finally came upon a guard, who took one look at her and charged at her to tackle her. She closed her eyes fearing the worst, saying a few quick words and holding her hand outstreatched. She stood, waiting the assault, but she waited a minute and it never came. She opened her eyes finding the man laying on the ground asleep, she smirked as she felt the exhileration of successfully channeling the power again. ::

    :: she ran on now on the outskirts of camp, if anyone saw her she would just have to make a run for it. So that's what she did, she ran and ran all through the night, out into the desert. The next day came and she found a small cave to sleep in during the day as she knew she would lose too much water if she tried to run in the heat, and she needed to stay cool. She managed to freeze and take off the entire shackles to no longer hear that 'clink-clink' for hours on end. The silence was a pleasing noise, well not noise but situation that she had not had occur in quite some long time. ::

    :: she continued on this path, exscaping her mistresses, with a book that she knew held some power that she would never let go of, but she feared that they would send someone after her when they found her gone. She ran and ran through many nights, not eating for days as she could not stand the taste of bugs and there was not much else to be eating in the desert, nothing that she knew how to find and hunt anyway. After three days of stumbling exhaustion and taking the water she drank to survive from cacti, she reached a glade, a forest. She continued her travel through glade, forest, grasslands, and other places where she could at least find berries and fruits and new of some of the roots and plants that you could eat. She survived, stumbling along into a camp one eve, where they found her and questioned her. She took an oath to the camp of traveling gypsies, and they took her in as one of their own. Though she still had much to learn about the outside world ::

    :: the bard sat back, smiling as all the others looked at him in awe of the story. :: And that be but the beginning of the tale, yet the rest of where she be right now, well I told ye that she be stayin in the gypsy camp, though what she be doin now. Well for that I cannot say, though I suggest ye ask her yeself, she may know more details of the story than I. :: smiles and wips his cape around going into the back to take a break from his performance ::

    -fin-


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  • ooc the backstory is updated and finished to my liking. Though I could have probably gone into much more detail I will save that for ic rp. Thanks, hope you like it.