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Khel explains herself (a little)
Posted On: 04/21/2008 21:51:21
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For some reason, any time a woman goes to sea, some man feels he must speculate as to why. As if the freedom of the waves, the promise of adventure, and the opportunity for great welath don't apply to women. Idiots. I love the sea. The swell of the deck beneath my boots, the wind in my face, the screams of the gulls, the exultation of sunrise, the extreme overwhelming force of a storm. It's what I live for, and the gods help any man who keeps me from it.
Although I suppose, in a way, Stedd had it right. I was a simple girl with thoughts of love and marriage and maybe a shop and children of my own. All within sight of the sea of course. But that changed when my mother remarried. And so it was that I left home at age 14 to escape a lecherous drunken stepfather. May his soul rot in the darkest bowels of Hell. My mother begged me not to go, but I couldn't bear it any longer. I regret leaving my younger brother behind.
For five years I sailed under Captain Storn Bloodsea aboard the Dragon Scourge Redbones. Tymora smiled upon us. Bloodsea was a good captain; I learned much on those journeys. After his retirement, I returned to Westgate with the small fortune I had earned at sea. I found that my brother had been killed trying to "liberate" some goods from a well-protected warehouse. Soon after, my mother fell ill and died. My stepfather was, unfortunately, still alive. I changed that. And with nothing to keep me in Westgate, I carefully concealed my fortune and returned to the sea.
I was not as lucky in my next choice of berth. For six months I sailed aboard the Larythilar's Treasure under the command of Captain Evendur Greycastle. We put in at Ilipur for supplies. The day folloing our departure, we ran afoul of a lawful merchant ship and taken prisoner. Our captain and some of the more infamous crew members were hanged. The rest of us were sold into slavery.
By Tymora's grace, I ended up in the slave pens at the Quivering Thumb arena. Aside from the fact that I was once again in Westgate, it wasn't as horrific as it could have been. My survival was due in great part to my "adoption" by the dwarven slave I knew only as Barendd. He was killed in the arena about seven months after my arrival. He would have been free had he survived a few weeks more. I hope someday to find the man who was responsible for Barendd's imprisonment. I know few of the details, but Barendd swore he was innocent of the charges. I believed him; Barendd was an honorable dwarf. If I learn the name of his accuser, I may be able to restore Barendd's good name.
On winning my freedom, I learned that one of my former shipmates was responsible for my enslavement. It seems that while we were in Ilipur, a merchant caught Darvin Falone in bed with his youngest daughter. In exchange for his miserable life, the traitorous swine gave up the entire crew. The merchant made quite a pretty penny on the deal. In an interesting twist of fate, that merchant was somehow sold into slavery himself.
It took me quite some time to track down that miserable cur Falone. My plan had been to rob him of his freedom as he had robbed me of mine. Eventually I learned he had taken work on the caravans; I think he thought that I would never look for him on land. Fool. He had no idea how committed I was to finding him.
Now off with the lot of you. I'm for one more pint and the company of that gentlman yonder. Catch me another night and mayhap I'll tell more of this odd tale.
Tags: Pirate Character Captain
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11/14/08 New feature “The Tavern”
Check out our newest feature “The Tavern” located in your account profile. The tavern is a place to talk to people on your friends list. If someone is not on your list they won’t see your post. If you don’t want to see someone’s posts you can just delete them from your friends list. This feature gives you the ability to say what ever you want when ever you want. So have a blast!
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