This is a backstory for a Dungeons and Dragons half-elven fighter/warlock named Magdaline, who’s life is ripped apart by a strange curse. She somehow finds strength to escape her torment.
Long moments passed as gulls squaked and played out before her. One would come and land, another would take off to take his place in the air. She wished she could just fly and be gone from this place. If anyone recognized her, she would be locked away in a dungeon. She had no one left and none that she felt cared any longer.
Read PostShe rolled back to get on her feet when she saw Sarros. He had his fists up. He threw a strike at Phayefine but missed, She responded with one back on him. He staggered back.
Read PostHe ran up with a battle yell that would shake the mightiest oak tree, he slung his makeshift staff against the back of Tylenyphe's head. She dropped to the ground in an instant. This gave Phayefine enough time to prepare herself.
Read PostA while later, the lute player started playing the theme for the guard, the older boys and girls joined in on the spot. Most with their last cups of wine, swaying and singing. Magdaline did not know the words, but at the time was in heaven as an older boy had his arm around her neck. When the song was over, everyone, including her drank the last cup, turning it upright and pouring it down.
Read PostHe picked up an arrow from the girl’s cache and drew it. Just as fast the arrow came out and struck the chest of the dummy. As the girl turned to look back at him, he had his thumb placed square in the middle of his forehead, the same where his arrows landed. He sent the girl to retrieve the arrows that he fired. She returned a minute later having a hard time pulling the metal serrated tips from the dummies head.
Read PostLastly, the instructor knocked another arrow and turned to face the dummy at the other end. Magdaline was front and center watching the elf intently. He was measuring distance and wind. His eyes flicked from arrow to target, then let the arrow fly. The distance was shorter than the previous, but the target was no less impressive. It struck the wooden neck of the dummy at the narrowest point.
Read PostA chill ran up Magdaline’s spine. She had to win this and she had to do it better than anyone else could. She stepped forward in a defensive stance. She did not want to take any chances or give the girl any confidence. Phayefine did the same. They circled the center and then the older girl went in for the attack.
Read Posthat evening was somber. No one spoke, after the mess hall, the troop was ordered to the barracks. Once there, Magdaline sat on her cot and barely breathed. She was horrified that Damon was not there. She wondered where they took him. Was he ok? She desperately wanted to know where he was.
Read PostPleneth was a strong human boy. He walked forward as Tylenyphe slowly turned to face him with her staff lowered in front of her. She knew what was going to happen. With fury, she attacked the human. Crack, the first blow that she landed was blocked and retaliation was quick, but she blocked it, twisted slightly and thrust the staff straight into his gut. The boy doubled in pain at once.
Read PostShe looked at the cook and said. “Hey, isn’t this the same pot you were cooking yesterday?” She smiled gently, but her joke was less effective on the overworked cook.
Read Post“Strike.” The boy said. She did, landing a blow onto his staff that deftly blocked it. “Again.” The blow was blocked, but it was harder. “Again.” She swung as hard as she could. “Again.” The boy’s tone was louder, stronger and enticed her to action. Her blow landed hard against his staff.
Read PostWith her bowl, a spoon and a cup of water, she took a small bite of the meal she was offered. It was bland and horrible. She slowly ate, tired and weary from her day. As she looked around she noticed that the rest of her troop was using their spoons like shovels, and eating as fast as possible. She could not get over the bad taste, she surely was not going to just shove it in like that's the best there could be.
Read PostHe reversed his stroke and swung from the other side. It was slow and deliberate. She instinctively moved the staff to block it. This strike was harder and faster. Another reverse, and hit the other side with even more force. As she watched, she saw only the tip of the staff as it moved through the air. Strike after strike, the halfling would strike one side, then the other. She felt the fight speeding up, and she could barely keep up with his blows. Crack, thwack, pop, and her world went black.
Read PostIn the doorway, the half elven woman looked down at her. She wore thin rimmed glasses which had a chain with which she could drop her glasses and wear them around her neck when needed. She looked the paperwork over, then the girl.
Read PostOnce in the carriage, she hopped up on one of the benches. It was painted a dark color which was scarred and gouged out by countless soldiers that had sat before her. It smelled like dirt and grime. She was unaccustomed to this. The earthy scent led her to envision smelly men and women who didn't take their shoes off before coming in out of a wet, muddy day.
Read PostAfter the funeral, Magdaline's grandmother felt it would be better for her if she started tutoring if not attending a local school to help get her mind off of her situation. In raising her own children, she had always taught them her values and knowledge at home.
Read PostShe softly got out of bed, her long nightgown draping on the floor. She crept down the stairs to where she heard her parents, it was soft sounds, gentle sounds that were suddenly pierced by a loud scream.
Read PostHe continued muttering this as he swiftly walked the streets at night. He saw people on the boardwalks and stared at him as he passed. Some asked questions, but he couldn't make anything out. He walked quickly with no delay to his target.
Read PostHe would not be the man in the bakery, he would not cry while others died. No, he opened the door and saw immediately a large muscular man pinning a woman to a bed, his hand over her head, her unclothed chest exposed with lacerations across it. She was bleeding, she was dying. He had to help.
Read PostMagdaline came into the world on a beautiful winter’s day. Both parents knew she would be the light of their life and would forever more do anything to protect and nurture the girl.
Read PostAs he walked from shop to shop, setting orders for the resort, he heard a voice that haunted him for the past month. At first it was plain to hear, then divulged into yelling a proclamation. "Hear ye, hear ye.
Read PostMen would show up out of the blue in various places in her life and do some great deed to win her hand, asking, begging, tricking. Each would be turned down, each given a cold shoulder. Her station also taught her that violence and evil were synonymous, so each suitor, that touted his exploits, would obviously never be worthy of her.
Read PostHe was a pure Half Elf and his family was proud to be counted back generations. His father was a shopkeep in Stormhome and his mother stayed at home with him and his other siblings.
Read PostFalros' hand flung high in the air, the dagger in it, encrusted with jewels, streaked with blood. The silver sill glinted off of the crisp morning sunlight. The quality of the blade was without question, made by the finest silversmiths in Stormhome.
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