(a story a day while the wife is away)
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Gorl stood. Quietly.
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Words twisted around him, flowed over him, through him even but his mind was elsewhere. On last night. On the woman he had seen. A harpist. A harper? little chance of that, but little did not mean none. Twas not her strummings he remembered. Twas not even her human beauty or grace. Nay. Twas her hair. Blonde. Long, straight, shining. How he had longed to cross the ballroom, leaving his guard post and touch it.
He knew his place however. He was reminded everytime he saw his reflection in the mirrors of the manor, or the siverware of the dinner table. Pink, palid skin, upturned nose, round pig like eyes. Traits from his father. A half orc. Thinking of her hair made him think of his own. Coarse, black, thick and sharp. He had to shave it now, twice daily to stop stubble from showing.
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His feet hurt. Trying to move as little as possible he flexed his toes within his boots. To be noticed was to be punished. No one ever spared the lash on a half orc. That much was for certain.
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The audience ended and the chamber emptied of all but him and the other guard. A human who treated Gorl with contempt, being his superior with weapons and rank, even in race. True enough. The other guard flicked him a glace, then ensured they were alone. He approched, stood before Gorl, and spoke. Looks like we are done for the night here, so get some rest. Bastard must be feeling magnanimous Gorl thought. Gorl grunted his asquience, and turned to leave. Oh, and make sure you clean your boots tonight, and see if you can clean the ugly from your face as well. Gorl allowed his shoulders to slump as he walked away.
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Twas night now. Gorl slipped out through the darkened kitchen and into the city night. He went in search of beauty, though the night was destined to disapoint.
Evolution and Convolution
Evolution and Convolution
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Clather licked his lips nervously. He hadn't slept in two days. It was beginning to tell. Shadows leered at him, taunted his burning eyes. Focus and concentration were slipping. At last, the door opened. A half orc? odd. Still this one was stupid enough not to close it properly behind him. Clather slipped from behind the ornate sundial and scurried through the door.
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The kitchen was warm, fragrant, mouth watering. Clather quielty lifted lids on barrels, looked into basket and cold stores, helping himself to a lords food. He stuffed himself then his pockets with edibles. And pocketed a small sharp knife as well. Just in case.
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He yawned sleepily, awaking to the sound of bustle. Oh gods. He had fallen asleep! Twas a miricle the maids and matrons hadnt seen him allready. He risked a glance at the door. Closed. Two choices remained to him.
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Abandoning the wine bottle he had slept with Clather scurried into a larder and using his small form wiggled behind a dozen sacks of grain. He shared breathing space with cockroachs. He had been in worse places. At least it was warm here.
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Time passed. Clathers belly ached. He needed to void his wastes... badly.
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He awoke in pain. All around him he could hear the sounds of staff preparing food. Bangs and crashes, bubbles and commands. Clather rested his forehead on the ground and relaxed his sphincter. Relief flowed into him as waste flowed out. Now hopefuly no one would notice the smell...
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A mouse noticed. Clather loathed mice. Or rather he loathed cats. Whats the difference between a mouse and a cat? less fur and a smaller tail. Clather shooed it away.
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The kitchen was warm, fragrant, mouth watering. Clather quielty lifted lids on barrels, looked into basket and cold stores, helping himself to a lords food. He stuffed himself then his pockets with edibles. And pocketed a small sharp knife as well. Just in case.
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He yawned sleepily, awaking to the sound of bustle. Oh gods. He had fallen asleep! Twas a miricle the maids and matrons hadnt seen him allready. He risked a glance at the door. Closed. Two choices remained to him.
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Abandoning the wine bottle he had slept with Clather scurried into a larder and using his small form wiggled behind a dozen sacks of grain. He shared breathing space with cockroachs. He had been in worse places. At least it was warm here.
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Time passed. Clathers belly ached. He needed to void his wastes... badly.
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He awoke in pain. All around him he could hear the sounds of staff preparing food. Bangs and crashes, bubbles and commands. Clather rested his forehead on the ground and relaxed his sphincter. Relief flowed into him as waste flowed out. Now hopefuly no one would notice the smell...
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A mouse noticed. Clather loathed mice. Or rather he loathed cats. Whats the difference between a mouse and a cat? less fur and a smaller tail. Clather shooed it away.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Trella picked up the wine bottle from the floor and frowned. It really shouldnt have been down there. She turned it over in her hands checking the vinters mark. One of the lords finest. Worth more than a year of her pay. A flash of grey shot across the floor and over her foot. Trella shrieked and abandoned wine bottle and dignity to the air. Oh no As soon as she had released the bottle she dove back at it, realising the enormity of her situation. She caught it easily. Then the floor caught her painfuly.
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Luckily it was undamaged, she could only imagine the trouble it would cause if it were broken. She returned it to the small wine cellar and went back to cutting turnips. Her elbows were raw and her bones ached from contact with the floor. She was also becoming a little worried that in her fright she had partially soiled herself when the occasional whif of fecal matter came to her nostrils.
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It was not a good day, she wished for it to end.
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Changing her outer clothes to that of a maid, she gathered up the lords platter. A meal for two. Perhaps this would finally be the day when he asked her to dine with him? Wishful thinking she knew. Servants were largely ignored by the lord. If he noticed them it was in anger at some percieved slight, or accidental mishap. Punishments were harsh. Still better to be the happy end of giving out punishment. She crossed her fingers under the platter and asked Tymora that this be the day.
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bitch. She was back, that bitch with the harp. Meal for two indeed. Bitch looked like she ate naught at all but honey and sunshine with her blond hair and nigh on perfect figure. Trella set the platter down with a touch more force than needed, then paled at what she had done. The bitch turned to her with a smile cutting off the lord as he opened his mouth to rebuke her. thankyou
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Trella left while she could, perhaps Tymora was with her this day.
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Luckily it was undamaged, she could only imagine the trouble it would cause if it were broken. She returned it to the small wine cellar and went back to cutting turnips. Her elbows were raw and her bones ached from contact with the floor. She was also becoming a little worried that in her fright she had partially soiled herself when the occasional whif of fecal matter came to her nostrils.
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It was not a good day, she wished for it to end.
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Changing her outer clothes to that of a maid, she gathered up the lords platter. A meal for two. Perhaps this would finally be the day when he asked her to dine with him? Wishful thinking she knew. Servants were largely ignored by the lord. If he noticed them it was in anger at some percieved slight, or accidental mishap. Punishments were harsh. Still better to be the happy end of giving out punishment. She crossed her fingers under the platter and asked Tymora that this be the day.
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bitch. She was back, that bitch with the harp. Meal for two indeed. Bitch looked like she ate naught at all but honey and sunshine with her blond hair and nigh on perfect figure. Trella set the platter down with a touch more force than needed, then paled at what she had done. The bitch turned to her with a smile cutting off the lord as he opened his mouth to rebuke her. thankyou
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Trella left while she could, perhaps Tymora was with her this day.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Beluve lifted her wine glass in toast with the lordling. What a foppish idiot. She drank with a beautific smile upon her face. To patronage she spoke. Nay, to us he replied with a leer. She cringed inwardly, but ever the polished actor remained smiling. She would not have to suffer him for long, she drew comfort from that. The meal finshed, and he tried to entice her to his bedchamber. She was able to suggest a performance instead. Her harp was drawn, the notes played, the song sung.
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He slept now, a mass of sweaty man and blankets. Allthough slightly sickened with herself, it was worth it. Moving as quietly as she could, the room was searched. There. His family seal. She swollowed it, washing it down with strong wine. She returned back to the bed. Success.
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She shook his shoulder. He was cold, clammy. Ugh, no, dont die on me now. She shook him into conciousness, and spoke. Lord, there was a man in here just now, all in black, he just vanished! she injected just the right amount of terror and hysteria into her voice. The decidingly ill looking lord shouted for his guards.
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He slept now, a mass of sweaty man and blankets. Allthough slightly sickened with herself, it was worth it. Moving as quietly as she could, the room was searched. There. His family seal. She swollowed it, washing it down with strong wine. She returned back to the bed. Success.
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She shook his shoulder. He was cold, clammy. Ugh, no, dont die on me now. She shook him into conciousness, and spoke. Lord, there was a man in here just now, all in black, he just vanished! she injected just the right amount of terror and hysteria into her voice. The decidingly ill looking lord shouted for his guards.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Gorl was the first to run into the room. Upon seeing the blond harpist clutching bedsheets to her nakedness he stopped on the spot. The other guard right behind him crashed into his back sending Gorl sprawling forwards on the floor. Assassins in the house, guard us, and search the house, summon the priest
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Gorl was sent to search the manor. He did so. Broad sword out, every room, even those he had never been in before. Beads of sweat rolled down his pig like face. He did not want to be doing this. He did not want to find the potentially deadly assassins, he would much rather be elsewhere. Like the dice room from the other night.
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Gorl found something. A stench.
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Gorl was sent to search the manor. He did so. Broad sword out, every room, even those he had never been in before. Beads of sweat rolled down his pig like face. He did not want to be doing this. He did not want to find the potentially deadly assassins, he would much rather be elsewhere. Like the dice room from the other night.
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Gorl found something. A stench.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Clather was rudely awakened by a vice like hand around the back of his neck. He shrieked and soiled himself again. He was held face against the wall at man height and his pockets emptied. Let me go! he demanded. He got no reply but was stuffed into a mostly empty grain sack.
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Then emptied some time and some stairs later. Into bright light and accusing voices. A room full of humans and weapons. It was very distressing.
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Hes dead. Uh oh. The faces in the room seemed very angry. And it seemed to be directed at him. The priest will find out the truth of this ugh thought Clather. He was in trouble no matter how this played out. The guard were looking for him allready. He would be hung at worst, or have a hand cut off at best. And that was if the priest didnt pin the killing on him.
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He was locked in a storeroom now. While the priest was on his way. As far as knew there were guards on the door. It seemed hopeless. He began to cry. Miserably.
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Then emptied some time and some stairs later. Into bright light and accusing voices. A room full of humans and weapons. It was very distressing.
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Hes dead. Uh oh. The faces in the room seemed very angry. And it seemed to be directed at him. The priest will find out the truth of this ugh thought Clather. He was in trouble no matter how this played out. The guard were looking for him allready. He would be hung at worst, or have a hand cut off at best. And that was if the priest didnt pin the killing on him.
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He was locked in a storeroom now. While the priest was on his way. As far as knew there were guards on the door. It seemed hopeless. He began to cry. Miserably.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
The halflings pitiful sobs echoed down the corridor. Beluve made her now fully clothed way towards the lone guard. The half orc, whom she had seen admiring her. Perfect. Reading from a scroll just around the corner she spoke the last word and stepped out to meet him. The charm spell worked easily.
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Minutes later three of them fled the manor invisibly. Her holding hands with the half orc, the half orc holding the still stinking halfling. Take me to Perciville he whimpered.
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Minutes later three of them fled the manor invisibly. Her holding hands with the half orc, the half orc holding the still stinking halfling. Take me to Perciville he whimpered.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Percivale sat on the table cross legged. That was the problem when gambling with the tallers. If he sat on a normal chair his chin would rest on the table his hands and cards hidden beneath the table. None would play with him that way. Not with his reputation. He could not stand on the chair all night either. It would turn his legs to ooze. So instead he sat crosslegged on the table opposite the tallers. Still it was a sacrifice he was willing to make in the name of gold and all that it would bring.
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His cards were good, but the others were better.
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His last coin. What was it his mother had said? oh yes. Do not gamble if you cannot afford to lose. If only he had remembered that seven hours ago. The door to the inn burst open behind him. Percivale turned around to look at the source of the door disrespect. When he saw who it was the cards fell from his hands.
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His cards were good, but the others were better.
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His last coin. What was it his mother had said? oh yes. Do not gamble if you cannot afford to lose. If only he had remembered that seven hours ago. The door to the inn burst open behind him. Percivale turned around to look at the source of the door disrespect. When he saw who it was the cards fell from his hands.
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12.August.2015: Never forget.
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