Re: (IC) 1: The Rescue
I pause for a moment, where should I start? I suppose I should start at the beginning and proceed through the middle to the end. "I was born before the Cataclysm, my mother left me with my father when I was very young and he raised me alone in a mostly human city. I was just reaching adulthood when the Cataclysm struck; my father and I barely escaped that city before its destruction. He....died not long after and I had to make my own way for awhile in the Wilderness before I was rescued by a priest of Rao and for a while we traveled together." As I think of Bodmoli I reach up with my right hand and gently run my fingers over my pendant.
"Eventually I settled in a great city to the south, Eternis, and I served her for nearly 50 years. I remember the first time I saw that magnificent city, its white walls shining in the morning light as the sun crested the valley walls; it was the first time I felt safe in months. Truly, it is the only place I have felt safe since my father died. Anyway, I worked in the city government, helping people establish themselves and begin again; however, that became increasingly difficult as the cities population reached its capacity to support itself and I felt I was no longer helping people as I once had. So when a friend of mine got himself into trouble and fled town I decided to follow him, help him if I could. So I gave away my home and those possessions I was not bringing with me to those who needed them, said goodbye to my friends, and walked out into the Wilderness after him. Once I find him and make sure he is alright, I intend to stay out here and help as many people as I can."
I pause for a moment as memories of loved ones and places flash through my mind: Rolland as a young man looking sheepish after getting caught making advances on an engaged women, sparring with Kaleb and Edish in the Guard's practice yard, the view out my office window to the street outside bustling with busy people going about their lives, and the life leaving my father's eyes as he died in my arms in some long forgotten wheat field. I take a deep breathe before continuing, "I am sorry, I am sure I told you more then you wanted to hear. Let me see if I can put it another way." I stop for a moment longer and the lyrics of a song come to mind and I smile, "I've known hardship and known joy. Felt the sunshine and the rain pour. And now I seek to go home once more."
As I walk next to her, a thought occurs to me. "You said your father rescued you from the thieves guild. Is he your adopted or biological father?"
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