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She stumbled down the path, already the sun almost completed its dance and Selune was coming to take its place. Her stumbling, however, was not due to the poor lighting, in fact she saw much in the dark, possibly more than she saw in the light.
She was an Aasimar, a being comprised of the holiest of blood and tainted by the common blood of a human. Her blood, however, was less tainted than most: she bore the scales, feathers, and stern blue eyes of her unknown ancestors. While most considered them to be 'blemishes' she, for the most part, thought them as gifts distinguishing her as above the others.
And above she was.
She was a Paladin of Milil, a God which preached for the arts above all else, and she adhered to this dogma by spreading tales of her good deeds across the land. Yes, she was better than most, though also far more naive, but that was one of her few failings.
"No, not falling, but opportunity..." She whispered to herself as she continued along the path leading away from Sundren.
She passed an arguing peasant couple, paying them little mind when they stopped their squabbling and stared after the strange grey woman. She was destined for the Port, not too far from the heart-city of the land, and she was determined to make it to the next boat.
She was avoiding the law. She had refused to be taken back to the goal to be questioned about her ring.
"And why should they? It is a simple ring, and most of all it is my ring, and as far as I am concerned, it concerns no one."
It was a small circlet of gold, forged with love and fondness, and given to her by a man who felt the same feelings for her. He was dead now, and though she questioned just why her God would let such one as talented as he fall to the strangling grasp of Bane, that was not what she was concerned with.
She simply wanted to remember him in peace.
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She had never been too fond of the Port. It smelt too much of salt, alcohol and the sins of mankind.
As she continued down the stone path the pain grew worse. It was not a sharp pain, and she had birthed worse pains during her adventures. It was a dull, aching pain. One in her stomach, her heart, and her mind.
She swore, catching the attention of a passing woman who regarded her with a cocked eyebrow for a few moments before continuing on, muttering something of "Kollatta's Puss". She shot a glare at the woman's back, then walked on to the ship.
She passed by two men discussing their respective deities, but their words fell upon her deaf ears, even when one stopped and called out as she nearly fell off the dockside.
For some reason her vision was blurring.
"No, not blurring...... but.... clearing." She nodded, "Clearing, yes..." She gazed back at the man and shot him a scowl, it was her first time seeing what a human truly looked like.
They were disgusting to behold. Not an drop of good blood in a single one, nor a semblance of a mind. They were sheep, they are sheep, and will forever be herded by the occasional goat who comes bounding into the pasture.
They led pitiful lives, fraught with frivolous notions of wonderlust, when it was a wonder that they had even survived as a race. Though, despite their failings they had their uses.
"But.... I do not want to control them," She whispered to herself, her voice edged with a fear, though just of what she was not sure. "Oh! But you do! You are better! Much better!" Another called out, giddy with an unknown plan. "You saw what they did to your beloved, you saw just what happened when he showed them his music.... should their evil go unpunished?"
"But..." She blinked as her vision was veiled with a red haze, "It was his choice..."
"Choice!" Another cackled, "Little one, choice is but a grand ruse! Thought up by the Gods to let the lesser races live blissfully amongst themselves! Choice is but a predetermined lie, as is the rest of this shamble you dare call a life!" It laughed once more as it pranced back to depths of an unknown part of her mind.
She blinked back a few tears, then nodded and continued on.
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"I would like to book passage." She said.
"To where?" He asked.
She looked him up and down, reguarding him with much contempt. He was a short man, clad in dark leather and smelling of the salty-oil mixture that dogged most sailors.
"Anywhere."
"Do you have gold...?" He asked her, eyeing her sword warily, but looking back to her unnatural, completely blue eyes, as she nodded.
"Yes. I do."
The dull pain only continued to throb.
She stumbled down the path, already the sun almost completed its dance and Selune was coming to take its place. Her stumbling, however, was not due to the poor lighting, in fact she saw much in the dark, possibly more than she saw in the light.
She was an Aasimar, a being comprised of the holiest of blood and tainted by the common blood of a human. Her blood, however, was less tainted than most: she bore the scales, feathers, and stern blue eyes of her unknown ancestors. While most considered them to be 'blemishes' she, for the most part, thought them as gifts distinguishing her as above the others.
And above she was.
She was a Paladin of Milil, a God which preached for the arts above all else, and she adhered to this dogma by spreading tales of her good deeds across the land. Yes, she was better than most, though also far more naive, but that was one of her few failings.
"No, not falling, but opportunity..." She whispered to herself as she continued along the path leading away from Sundren.
She passed an arguing peasant couple, paying them little mind when they stopped their squabbling and stared after the strange grey woman. She was destined for the Port, not too far from the heart-city of the land, and she was determined to make it to the next boat.
She was avoiding the law. She had refused to be taken back to the goal to be questioned about her ring.
"And why should they? It is a simple ring, and most of all it is my ring, and as far as I am concerned, it concerns no one."
It was a small circlet of gold, forged with love and fondness, and given to her by a man who felt the same feelings for her. He was dead now, and though she questioned just why her God would let such one as talented as he fall to the strangling grasp of Bane, that was not what she was concerned with.
She simply wanted to remember him in peace.
++++++++
She had never been too fond of the Port. It smelt too much of salt, alcohol and the sins of mankind.
As she continued down the stone path the pain grew worse. It was not a sharp pain, and she had birthed worse pains during her adventures. It was a dull, aching pain. One in her stomach, her heart, and her mind.
She swore, catching the attention of a passing woman who regarded her with a cocked eyebrow for a few moments before continuing on, muttering something of "Kollatta's Puss". She shot a glare at the woman's back, then walked on to the ship.
She passed by two men discussing their respective deities, but their words fell upon her deaf ears, even when one stopped and called out as she nearly fell off the dockside.
For some reason her vision was blurring.
"No, not blurring...... but.... clearing." She nodded, "Clearing, yes..." She gazed back at the man and shot him a scowl, it was her first time seeing what a human truly looked like.
They were disgusting to behold. Not an drop of good blood in a single one, nor a semblance of a mind. They were sheep, they are sheep, and will forever be herded by the occasional goat who comes bounding into the pasture.
They led pitiful lives, fraught with frivolous notions of wonderlust, when it was a wonder that they had even survived as a race. Though, despite their failings they had their uses.
"But.... I do not want to control them," She whispered to herself, her voice edged with a fear, though just of what she was not sure. "Oh! But you do! You are better! Much better!" Another called out, giddy with an unknown plan. "You saw what they did to your beloved, you saw just what happened when he showed them his music.... should their evil go unpunished?"
"But..." She blinked as her vision was veiled with a red haze, "It was his choice..."
"Choice!" Another cackled, "Little one, choice is but a grand ruse! Thought up by the Gods to let the lesser races live blissfully amongst themselves! Choice is but a predetermined lie, as is the rest of this shamble you dare call a life!" It laughed once more as it pranced back to depths of an unknown part of her mind.
She blinked back a few tears, then nodded and continued on.
++++++++++++++++
"I would like to book passage." She said.
"To where?" He asked.
She looked him up and down, reguarding him with much contempt. He was a short man, clad in dark leather and smelling of the salty-oil mixture that dogged most sailors.
"Anywhere."
"Do you have gold...?" He asked her, eyeing her sword warily, but looking back to her unnatural, completely blue eyes, as she nodded.
"Yes. I do."
The dull pain only continued to throb.
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