Verminia Sedihune
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Log-in: M_O_B
Character Name: Verminia SedihuneIn the frontier city known as Raven’s Bluf, lying upon a vast trade routef, a city heavily populated by adventurers, is where our story begins.
“Come along Verminia, an injured party has just entered from the northern gate, we must not tarry!”
“But Father, why cannot the guards tend to them? It’s so early in the morning and my legs are tired.”
“The guards have other duties to attend to my young dear, now let us make haste, this is our duty.”
Bloodied and bruised, clenched in the iron fist that is his armour, a robbed man hobbles alongside him, his face drained of colour.
“C’mon Clayton, we almost at the Goat, can get us some ale and rest there aye.”
A young girl and an old man carrying a wooden staff approach the men, kind; pure eyes look upon the injured adventurers.
“Quickly Verminia, tend to these men’s wounds with me.”
The young girl and old man call upon Ilmater’s grace and heal the two adventurers.
“Who are ye folk?”
The girl smiles.
“We are just his humble servants, spreading his word, may Ilmater walk with you on your path.”
The sun arises, a brand new day as the father and girl walk the city streets.
“Father, why must I carry this axe around? I don’t need a weapon in the city you know.”
“One day you shall leave those gates Verminia, you shall spread his word, tend to the injured, stay with the suffering in their hour of the need in a far away land on, you must be able to protect yourself.”
A usual day, the father retreats to the temple, age bearing on his shoulders heavily, the young girl heads to a local inn for a warm meal.
“I would like the in-house special please.”
The glitter of gold moves from her hand to the waitress, the waitress then turns and leaves the dark corner of the inn to place the order. Heavy footsteps approach.
“Well ain’t ye a pretty one, got a room ‘ere ye know, might wanna head up with me?”
“I assure you, I am just here for a meal, so please, leave me to my peace.”
The stench of alcohol emanated from the dirty man’s mouth as he spoke.
“I nae care lass, I’m gonn’ bed ye, now let’s go.”
The mans calloused hands grab her arm, dirty fingernails pierce her soft white skin. Seeing no other choice, an axe is swiftly unhooked from a bel by some shaking, slender fingers.
“I-I said, get away from me.”
The tavern grows quiet, fire flickering in the blade of the raised axe.
“Hells, ye be one of them dangerous kinds, away with ye!”
The man runs out of the door and disappears into the night, her lesson is learnt, her oath is sworn.
Yet another sunrise, the time has come. An even older man approaches a young girl, axe at her side, pack at her back.
“You have done well Verminia, I am proud to see you here now, your link with Ilmater has grown, he shall lead your path to where you are most needed.”
“But father, what if I have questions? Who will I ask?
The old man places her left hand over the symbol of Ilmater dangling from his neck and smiles.
“Travel safely, remember he will always guide you, do not miss me, we will meet once again.”
Tears form in the girls bright blue eyes. She ties up her pitch black hair, waves a last goodbye and starts to trod along the road.
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Locked, exp pending
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