Post by Gigermann on Mar 3, 2006 14:18:08 GMT -6
I just wanted to be left alone.
I don't like staying in one place for too long. I tend to rub people the wrong way, eventually. I was staying in a town east of Skirov, doing odd jobs and such. One day I was in a tavern, there, spending my wages and minding my own business. Local priest of Menoth showed up, in his fancy clothes, and demanded I give up my table...in the name of the gods, no less. Probably shouldn't have nailed his hand to the table with my knife... There were too many of them, and too few of me. I ended up in the local prison.
The priest had been having some problems with unrest among the local Umbrean population...my people...and he wanted to make an example of me, to keep the others in line. I'd be an example, all right, but not the way he had in mind. They led me out with my hands tied behind me with rope...big mistake. I played along. When the priest started making his point, I made mine. He didn't see me coming...by the time I had his own blade in my hand, it was too late. Probably shouldn't have killed the bastard...
The Umbreans rioted...they were just looking for an excuse...and I slipped out in the confusion. I stole a horse, and made for the wilderness. I needed to hide out for a while, and figure out what to do next. Knew they'd send the bloodhounds after me. I figured I'd head south, to Cygnar...try to blend in. I shaved my head, so my black hair wouldn't be a giveaway.
Didn't get past the border before the hounds finally caught up with me. The magistrate spared no expense...got the best trackers he could find. I think the guy's name was Ivan... He put me in manacles...not stupid. We hooked up with a caravan headed back north, and he had my hands tied to the back of a wagon...practically dragging me. He rode next to me, giving me grief the whole time...wouldn't shut up. I played along...for now.
Raiders struck fast...probably Llaelese mercs. The confusion of the raid was the opportunity I was looking for. I slipped free of the wagon...but not before giving Ivan a little going-away present. I don't think he's dead...I didn't hang around to find out. Raiders didn't give me a second glance as I made off with Ivan's horse and headed south again...
I'm betting I'll see Ivan again...probably should've killed him...
I don't like staying in one place for too long. I tend to rub people the wrong way, eventually. I was staying in a town east of Skirov, doing odd jobs and such. One day I was in a tavern, there, spending my wages and minding my own business. Local priest of Menoth showed up, in his fancy clothes, and demanded I give up my table...in the name of the gods, no less. Probably shouldn't have nailed his hand to the table with my knife... There were too many of them, and too few of me. I ended up in the local prison.
The priest had been having some problems with unrest among the local Umbrean population...my people...and he wanted to make an example of me, to keep the others in line. I'd be an example, all right, but not the way he had in mind. They led me out with my hands tied behind me with rope...big mistake. I played along. When the priest started making his point, I made mine. He didn't see me coming...by the time I had his own blade in my hand, it was too late. Probably shouldn't have killed the bastard...
The Umbreans rioted...they were just looking for an excuse...and I slipped out in the confusion. I stole a horse, and made for the wilderness. I needed to hide out for a while, and figure out what to do next. Knew they'd send the bloodhounds after me. I figured I'd head south, to Cygnar...try to blend in. I shaved my head, so my black hair wouldn't be a giveaway.
Didn't get past the border before the hounds finally caught up with me. The magistrate spared no expense...got the best trackers he could find. I think the guy's name was Ivan... He put me in manacles...not stupid. We hooked up with a caravan headed back north, and he had my hands tied to the back of a wagon...practically dragging me. He rode next to me, giving me grief the whole time...wouldn't shut up. I played along...for now.
Raiders struck fast...probably Llaelese mercs. The confusion of the raid was the opportunity I was looking for. I slipped free of the wagon...but not before giving Ivan a little going-away present. I don't think he's dead...I didn't hang around to find out. Raiders didn't give me a second glance as I made off with Ivan's horse and headed south again...
I'm betting I'll see Ivan again...probably should've killed him...