Wasn't the bloddy worst. (grafik Language)

[Edgar]

((Excuse the pissy writing, its written the way that Bevan speaks. ))

Drip



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It wasn't the worst bloddy cell he'd been in, far from it. They gave him porridge when they remembered an' water to drink. There weren't tha' many rats an' he didn't even 'ave to share his bucke' with anyone. All in all it could 'ave been alo' worse for Bevan Tark. Then again, it could 'ave been alo' bloddy bette'.

When he saw them posters pu' up he go' bloddy terrified, Sure as sure. A thousan' bloddy shinies for his an' the others .. "Conspiracy against Luruar". Sounded fancy tha' did. Bu' a thousand bloddy coins where still a thousand bloddy coins. He'd sell his own ma for tha' so had thought that it was as best to get while the gettin' was good. All hooded up with a bribed captain he set bloddy sail towards the Gate. Standin' guard outside Erich's cabin' makin sure nobody did anythin' they would regret.

He had tried to figure out wha' he was bein' charged for, bu' i' wasn't any good, could 'ave been anythin' really. Didn't 'ave to be true, the law did wha' the law bloddy did.. An' Bevan was used to gettin' the blame, Sure as sure.

I' all started sweet an' easy in the Gate, he go' a nice lil' room over a lil' ol ladies house. The ol' crone didn't 'ave the bloddy guts to start any lippin'. Just show a lil' shiny an' his knife and the nannie was as quiet as a bloddy mouse she was.. sure as sure an' sweet as stabbin'.
He needed the bloddy money though, an' order was to lay low. Bevan didn't mind walkin' all tha' much so he started deliverin' mail. Simple job bu' payed goo', enough for a watered beer an' a dirty whore, with enough left over to keep a lil' on the side. Even afforded a whore tha' looked like his ol' wife, She even cried like her.

He never bloddy saw it comin', walkin' tha' long stretch of bloddy road.

"Bevan tark"

He'd seen her a couple o' bloddy heartbeats after she saw him, all dressed up in' shinin' plate. Pretty lil' thing bu' with experience to kick his arse.. Persephone.

"lay down your weapons, keep your hands where I can see them, lay down your weapons and no harm will come over you"

He'd smiled a' her.. Bloddy stupid thing to do. Smiled an' drank his potion, bloddy thing worked.. a while. He dissapeared allright, bu' tha' didn't mean she didn't get him in the end' hittin' 'ard as the nine bloddy 'ells. She go' him quick enough. Easy as rape, took him to silverymoon all bundled up like a sweet lil' present for them knights in silver.. sure as sure.


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It wasn't the worst cell he'd ever been in.. far from it, He just wished tha' bloddy ceilin' would stop bloddy drippin', made him wanna use tha' bucket all the bloddy time. An' i' was gettin all filled up.

[MaskedIllusion]

Interesting, and I like the way its written. Can't wait to read more.

[Edgar]

((Since shit is basicly out in the open and the Trial is all done I might as well post a little background story))

Waterdeep, the city of splendor

If you can bloddy afford it.

For most people its just a city, large, crowded and filled with the backbone of it, the workers, laborers. One birth among hundreds, a poor kid among thousands, Bevan Tark wasn't born in a happy home, The dockside isn't the perfect area to grow up but the people there had only eachover and took care of their own. They helped take care of the children because hey, you needed the work when you could have it.

So raised by a multitude, a community instead of a normal family he learned to take care of himself, especially since the communities usual method of childcare was letting them loose on the streets with a mindset that if they where together nothing wrong could happen.

But the streets destroyed them, they hanged together in gangs, they stole, they fought and within a couple of years most of them where sucked into the gangs of the docksides. The Dockside stranglers, The Haulers and Mudstreet boys where just a few. They became Bevans new family they only one he needed.

There were fights, brawls and minor thefts. The gang in turn did jobs for the bigger guilds, He and other boys learned their place but didn't make their way from the dockside, advancement and riches where something you could only dream about.

He learned to fight for himself, to take care of number one and that sh*t happened to other people, all just lessons of life.

He killed his first man when he was 19, a stabbing to get away after a burglery. Bevan was terrified and concidered leaving the gang, but nobody came after him and his status in the gang only rose.


After that he got bolder, meaner, spurred by his ”success”. He started drinking more in the evenings and started to hang out with meaner crowds, racists and murderers, they changed him and not for the better.

He wasn't an all out criminal of course, he mostly did dockwork like so many others. Waited by the docks for hours at an end, hoping to get picked up for a days work. Usually hauling goods or unloading ships. If you where lucky you could get drafted on a trading vessel, Bevan was never a lucky man. But he did get married, even got a little Girl, but he couldn't handle it, he was mean, thought only on himself and his wife Marielle never got the life she thought she would. She left him, tired of the beatings, the lying and the cheating, she took their daughter Wildflower with her.. Of course Bevan blamed her for everything.

He did a few rounds in the Waterdeep Jails, but they never caught him for anything big, he got away with murders and grew meaner and meaner, destroyed by the life he lived. He started to really enjoy the things he did, the preassure he put on people. Some of the darker souls of the community introduced him for ”father” Erich, and Bevan started doing work for him aswell. Nothing big back then, standing lookout so that the Shar gatherings could go on in peace, he carried away and dumped the occassional sacrifice victim and cleaned out the church after sermon, he was happy doing his little parts and didn't get to involved. Thats where he met Savrian, Bishop and Vikan



It was a small congregation, barely a cult. They did some rituals but it never grew, it never had a real purpose, but they believed, and they prayed. It was when Erich and Savrian left that things really changed, Bevan never really understood why, it wasn't like he was in any real position anyway, but he knew they headed north, and rumors where heard about something about to happen in the marches.

So he went back to nothing, he did some jobs for theg angs again, stakeouts, blackmail and theft, Nothing big, just working the background. He started drinking more heavily, the small apartment he rented was always empty anyway, what did he really have to return to? It was raining that Night, Bevan had been drinking, spending his last coins, the work had been scarce lately not many that wanted to employ him, not even for carrying cargo. The landlord had been hassling him for weeks, bitching about rent, But it wasn't the Landlord that stopped him that night, it was his daughter, a pretty little thing, but she never knew when to stop talking.

He had tried to make her stop talking, tried to make her undertand that there weren't any money, that they should give him a bloddy break, she had just continued giving him lip, threatened calling the city watch. He had shouted then, maybe gave her a little push, but it was all her fault anyway. She had screamed, and Bevan bloddy hated women screaming so he shut her up.. sure as sure and sweet as strangling.

He dumped the river in the docks, tied a couple of stones to her, nothing he hadn't done before.. But things where different, he could have swore they kept watching him, that someone saw it, He didn't want to risk getting caught, not this time. He needed to run, to leave the Deep, find Erich, he would know what to do. And as he saw it, the bloddy landlord always overpriced, and it was his daughters fault really, the landlord bloddy owed him.

Sure as sure and easy as stabbing it was..

[Blindhamsterman]

bravo, very interesting!

[Inwintersshadow]

Yeah, that is good. Nasty piece of work Bevan is... well done!

[Aitana]

Wow, and I thought I was evil.

Good, stuff there. Interested in seeing where it continues. Keep it coming.

[Brokenbone]

Cool story.

Heh, a little short on the rent, but I'll make a "deposit" in the harbour

[Edgar]

"Who is that new guy?"

Arden was sitting with the rest of his squad at one of the tables in the Rauvenwatch Keep, home of the mighty Argent Legion, protectors of Luarar. He was young, but so where many of the others, he had been serving the realm for nearly six months, patrolling the tradeways and guarding bridges. He knew many of the other militiamen, they shared stories and there was always room for one more at the tables, thats why he'd joined from the beginning, and to impress Jeina, she always said she loved a man in a uniform.

The other looked up from their porridge, looking at where Arden was poiting, at the end of the hall, as far away from the others as possible, A man in his thirties, Sitting alone, eating his porride.

"Ah, you don't want to go talk that one Arden, he's not one of us he aint "– Jord was the squadleader, experienced and a true leader he was everything Arden wished he was, but that was the first time he'd heard him talking with so much.. . Disdain and resentment in his tone, Arden couldn't believe it.


"But.. but you told me that all men where brothers here?" - Arden remembered it clearly, it had been his very first day, afraid and alone, he felt for the scarred man at the end of the hall.

"Not men like that, oh no, he's not here willingly, he's been charged to life service here in the Legion, and I heard he got wipped to, but from what I hear it he got of easy, a cursed Sharran he is! From what the captain told me he was part of a cult that wanted to corrupt the entire city, but our Knights in Silver caught them and did a number on them! But a man like that in the ranks, it will lead to nothing good, mark my words.. just look at him, can you trust a man that looks like that?"

Jord's response made Arden sad, surely no man could be that bad? That ... Evil?.. and surely he wouldn't be allowed to bear weapons or armor with them if there was any chance?
Arden stood up, remembering the tales of injustice his father used to tell him, of prejudice and judging a book by its cover, he had a good heart, everyone always said so and if noone else was welcoming that poor man he would!

He left the rest of the squad sitting there, filled with a sence of right he walked with firm steps up the man sitting alone, so obviously scorned. Just looking at him Arden knew that it was just a rugged exterior, he was sure to find a heart of gold, just like in the stories.

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Sergeant Jord watched the exchange from a distance, he saw young Arden, picture of goodness and hospitality greet the new "recruit", He was obviously ignored but that didn't seem to stop him, he sat down, uninvited, started chatting, showing that smile of his. The thug, that Bevan Tark, that criminal stopped eating and turned his head towards Arden, a smile at first, showing his yellowed teeth.
Then that ... Criminal leaned closer, whispering something, still smiling slightly, but a vicious grin, no mirth or joy.
Jord couldn't see Ardens response if any but he saw him standing up, looking hurt, confused before walking back towards his squad, his face pale, hands shaking. He didn't look at the others when he took his place again by the table, but Jord could see the tears in his eyes..

He wished that bastard had died from all those lashes...

[CloudDancing]

Very good work!

[Inwintersshadow]

NICE

[Edgar]

Had to commission a little picture of Bevan to celebrate his release

[Inwintersshadow]

yup thats a thug alright...

[Edgar]

(not really up to date since Bevan's been in BG for a while but wouldn't be a story if I didn't tell the whole thing.. and this was easier.)

It been bloddy rough after tha' bloddy trial, sure as sure.

Bevan 'ad lost everythin' again, just like in the bloddy Deep, them courts said tha' Erich was dead, an' tha' meant, as far as 'e could tell tha' 'e was unemployed, left in the bloddy gutters he was.

An' they where bloddy, them gutters. Fifty lashes took alo' o' blood from a man, blood mixed with mud an' the piss of Silverymoon. After them guards did their thing they threw 'em out, sure as sure they did, Left Bevan an' Roland just lyin' there.

They 'ad 'elped eachover, sometimes Bevan dragged an' sometimes Roland did, each passing out at times, still struggling for their bloddy lifes, Bu' they made i', they go' out an' finally just passed out.

Bu' the magistrate's "just" rulin' didn't stop there, Bevan 'ad to live a "productive" life didn't he, sure as sure. Workin' an' tryin' to make enough bloddy money to rub together. Specially since tha' legion shit they bloddy made 'im to didn't pay a whores wager, no' even a dirty one. So gettin' payed meant findin' bloddy work. An' them lashes seemed to show nomatte' 'ow much clothes he wore... somehow, people bloddy knew.

An' I wasn't Bevans bloddy fault, as innocent an' white as maidens bed before her first fuckin' 'e was, bu' people didn't wanna listen, then never bloddy di'. Sure, 'e 'ad threatened a few people, bu' they made 'im to i', listenin' when they should bloddy know bette'. An' maybe 'e 'ad raped a few girls, Bu' they 'ad i' comin' an tha's was when 'e didn't 'ave any money.. A man's nature to ge' some release a' time, can't blame Bevan for tha'.


' Bevan just wanted someone to tell 'im wha' to bloddy do, things where always bloddy easier when 'e didn't 'ave to be the bloddy boss, an' the last bloddy boss was Erich.. them bloddy courts maybe lied, sure as sure.

[Inwintersshadow]

A very well done thug:)

[Edgar]

(okay not written in the same way entirely, hopefully that makes it more easy to read, but its definetly more up to date)

She screamed, they nearly always did, And Bevan Tark hated it when they screamed.

Sure as sure.

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He'd been hired by that elf again, shinies in his bloddy pockets it was, sure as sure. And she always payed, wasn't his best pay but he couldn't afford to be picky. And it always got interesting working for that Lone Wolf, she got into trouble quicker then a amnian whore with a cuntfull of disease, sure as stabbing she did.

She was his first pointy boss, he still hated the upnosed pointy eared bastards, just not this one, It was never good for business, hating the boss, and she could roast deer just like his old ma', only when ma' did it used to be bloddy rat.

They went to some bloddy forest, searcing for some clearing for a future shrine or something, Bevan didn't really care but it felt better, having someone to tell him what to do again, sure as sure.

That first beast came at them out of bloddy nowhere, bristling with bone spikes, the biggest bloddy boar he'd seen, later that elf called it a direboar. It had gone gon against them and in the end it had bloddy died, smelling of shit, gore and blood. That Kelemvor priest Rothar supplied the healing and Bevan sure as the hells didn't hope he was running a tab.

They met the girl in the woods, running from some wolf, screaming for help with the shrill, high pitched voice of a young woman, it got Tarks blood pumping straight away, but the boss gave him orders, sure as sure, and Bevan follows orders, take the wolf down, don't hurt it..

Bloddy elves.

He'd dropped the greatsword, used his fists instead, wrestling, hitting trying to avoid those wild thrashing fangs and claws. In the end they got it, sure as sure and still alive, just like the boss wanted. It was then the priest hit it in the head with his hammer, it died like a child in the gutters it did, sure as sure.

Boss told him to get the girl and he did, all alone with the pretty lil thing, she tried to run but Bevan was faster, stronger, got her pinned real tight he did, sure as sure. She started screaming.

And evan Tark hated it when they screamed.

He leaned down, breathing heavily, closer then a sheathed blade, sure as sure and whispered:

"Shu' up you little tart, Shu' I' or i'll shove my blade up your cunt an' kniferape ya, sure as sure poppe', so shu' up an' keep me bloddy smilin if you know wha's good for ye"

The girl fainted and the white wolf gave him rope to tie her, He was starting to like working for her more and more.