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((OoC: I'm going to post at my leisure in this thread with random stuff about my character, Rand Aers.))
I promise that one day, things will be better for you...
Rand lay in bed, the sun beating down on his face through the open window of his room. His eyes opened slowly. He tried to lift a hand to shield them but found that he could not.
"Good morning, Rand."
A visitor? His Captain was here to see him?
As he shot up in his bed, his body cried out all over. His entire form ached. Every bone and every joint was filled with pain. He winced quite visibly, his officer watching in silence. After a few moments, Rand collected himself.
"Morning Captain Blayke. What can I do for you?" Rand asked, smiling weakly.
They were sitting in an Eshpurta hospital and Rand's legs no longer worked. The simple, common phrase took on dark significance in his mind in the moments after he addressed his captain.
"Well Rand, I have some news for you." Blayke replied, lifting up a bit in his chair to sit quite straight. Unnaturally straight. "Good news or bad news first?" he asked.
"Bad."
"Your surgeon said that the damage to your back has made you useless from the waist down. The damage to your arms is also quite severe. Nearly beyond repair. He said that he cannot do anything more for you than he already has." Blayke stated, his solid voice taken by just a slight undertone of compassion for his subordinate. Rand's eyes softened considerably. "And the good news?"
"You're being discharged and compensated. It took me quite a bit of trouble to convince them not to simply drop you after the incident last month." Blayke said, frowning a bit.
What incident last month? Blayke had to fill in Rand's lost memories.
Rand had uncovered a corruption problem among his fellow guardsmen in Eshpurta. Unfortunately, they knew what he saw. At midnight on the next day, his door was kicked in by a small group of armed, masked men. He put up a fight but was ultimately defeated. When the city guard showed up at his house the next day, they found two dead guards. Rand himself appeared to be dead at first, until the gravekeeper was summoned and noticed that he was still breathing. Barely.
Rand was tried in absentia for the crime of killing two of his fellow guards and was found guilty. He had been fated to spend the rest of his life in a jail until his captain threw around a bit of coin and dropped a few big names. Rather than being jailed, Rand was now being retired from the guard, given a monetary compensation for his injuries, and being quietly exiled from Amn.
In other words, they were paying him to shut up and leave town.
He would have, too, if he could. Unfortunately, the military surgeons could do nothing for his injuries. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Instead, he had been wasting away in an unconcious blur for a month.
"Rand." Blayke began "I've been corresponding with a mage in Athkatla. A rather eerie fellow, but he seems to know his stuff. He said that he can bring you strong enough aid to mend your broken body. It'll cost a lot, but he said that he knows healers powerful enough to do it. I told him you would be interested."
"I..Yeah...What do I need with all that money anyway..." Rand said, falling back into his bed.
It was another month before his time came. The mage and three clerics visited his hospital room. Captain Blayke wasn't there. They spent the entirety of their visit casting incantations upon Rand. By the end, he felt a little stronger. Perhaps he would be okay after all.
The next visit was better still. By the end of it, he nearly felt strong enough to move about again. He could use his arms, and his legs were starting to regain feeling.
Third time's a charm. On their third visit and final visit, Rand's healing was complete. It cost him nearly all of his money, but he could move again. Now his only problem was atrophy. With his body broken and immobile for two months, his muscles had fallen into a terrible state.
Rand didn't care, though. With his body back in working order, he was determined to return to his former state.
It took him two months of gradual growth before he was in shape to fight again. Afterward, he took up odd jobs outside of Baldur's Gate, killing goblins and orcs for money. After a while, however, it became clear that helping people weed out the goblins on their property wasn't his calling. He was sure he was destined for other things.
But what to do? He decided that his best option was to start anew. Start fresh in a new land. But where?
What better place than Sundren?
I promise that one day, things will be better for you...
Rand lay in bed, the sun beating down on his face through the open window of his room. His eyes opened slowly. He tried to lift a hand to shield them but found that he could not.
"Good morning, Rand."
A visitor? His Captain was here to see him?
As he shot up in his bed, his body cried out all over. His entire form ached. Every bone and every joint was filled with pain. He winced quite visibly, his officer watching in silence. After a few moments, Rand collected himself.
"Morning Captain Blayke. What can I do for you?" Rand asked, smiling weakly.
They were sitting in an Eshpurta hospital and Rand's legs no longer worked. The simple, common phrase took on dark significance in his mind in the moments after he addressed his captain.
"Well Rand, I have some news for you." Blayke replied, lifting up a bit in his chair to sit quite straight. Unnaturally straight. "Good news or bad news first?" he asked.
"Bad."
"Your surgeon said that the damage to your back has made you useless from the waist down. The damage to your arms is also quite severe. Nearly beyond repair. He said that he cannot do anything more for you than he already has." Blayke stated, his solid voice taken by just a slight undertone of compassion for his subordinate. Rand's eyes softened considerably. "And the good news?"
"You're being discharged and compensated. It took me quite a bit of trouble to convince them not to simply drop you after the incident last month." Blayke said, frowning a bit.
What incident last month? Blayke had to fill in Rand's lost memories.
Rand had uncovered a corruption problem among his fellow guardsmen in Eshpurta. Unfortunately, they knew what he saw. At midnight on the next day, his door was kicked in by a small group of armed, masked men. He put up a fight but was ultimately defeated. When the city guard showed up at his house the next day, they found two dead guards. Rand himself appeared to be dead at first, until the gravekeeper was summoned and noticed that he was still breathing. Barely.
Rand was tried in absentia for the crime of killing two of his fellow guards and was found guilty. He had been fated to spend the rest of his life in a jail until his captain threw around a bit of coin and dropped a few big names. Rather than being jailed, Rand was now being retired from the guard, given a monetary compensation for his injuries, and being quietly exiled from Amn.
In other words, they were paying him to shut up and leave town.
He would have, too, if he could. Unfortunately, the military surgeons could do nothing for his injuries. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Instead, he had been wasting away in an unconcious blur for a month.
"Rand." Blayke began "I've been corresponding with a mage in Athkatla. A rather eerie fellow, but he seems to know his stuff. He said that he can bring you strong enough aid to mend your broken body. It'll cost a lot, but he said that he knows healers powerful enough to do it. I told him you would be interested."
"I..Yeah...What do I need with all that money anyway..." Rand said, falling back into his bed.
It was another month before his time came. The mage and three clerics visited his hospital room. Captain Blayke wasn't there. They spent the entirety of their visit casting incantations upon Rand. By the end, he felt a little stronger. Perhaps he would be okay after all.
The next visit was better still. By the end of it, he nearly felt strong enough to move about again. He could use his arms, and his legs were starting to regain feeling.
Third time's a charm. On their third visit and final visit, Rand's healing was complete. It cost him nearly all of his money, but he could move again. Now his only problem was atrophy. With his body broken and immobile for two months, his muscles had fallen into a terrible state.
Rand didn't care, though. With his body back in working order, he was determined to return to his former state.
It took him two months of gradual growth before he was in shape to fight again. Afterward, he took up odd jobs outside of Baldur's Gate, killing goblins and orcs for money. After a while, however, it became clear that helping people weed out the goblins on their property wasn't his calling. He was sure he was destined for other things.
But what to do? He decided that his best option was to start anew. Start fresh in a new land. But where?
What better place than Sundren?