Login Name: Belferon
Character Name: Brianna Corgano
Firstly, let me say I'm not much of a writer, so please bare with me. Thank you.
The tavern was dark, dank, and smelled of old sweat and urine. It wasn't that late, yet many of the patrons were passed out at their respective tables. The moonlight streamed through a window on this crisp and clear evening, perfect conditions for causing some mischief... and getting away with it. But, that time was not yet upon the her. Instead, Brianna found herself talking quietly to a warlock that she had befriended on her recent travels abroad before winding up in this tavern. He had proven to be a resourceful and somewhat like-minded individual of which she was telling her tale to. Talking about the past never came easy to her, yet this warlock seemed to have some sway upon her thoughts and made her feel at ease. The words seemed to flow like the watered down ale they were drinking.
"So, you wish to know about my story dear Lock, eh?" Brianna said as she gulped down some more ale. She rarely used the warlock's name and preferred to simply call him, "Lock" just as he simply called her, "Red". Weather it was due to the color of her robes, or to the fact that she was indeed a red wizard, it mattered not to her. In her mind, it is, what it is, and the tale continued.
"So be it. I was born in a large city, the name of which is not important." Brianna waved a dismissive hand. "We were poor as many are in the city. I came from a large family, though my mother died when I was in my early teens. My father told me that I, being the eldest daughter, was to take over the, 'Woman's chores' of the house. But, I preferred to stay in my room and read or sneak out through the window when I could and, "borrow" things. Yes, my father caught me several times and yes, he beat me several times."
Brianna ordered another ale for herself and for Lock. Lock was quite the listener, barely even drinking or moving as she was telling her story. He seemed very interested and attentive, quite odd for a man in her experience, so she continued her story.
"But I'll tell you one thing Lock, he could not stop me from learning. He could not stop my curious mind no matter how he beat me. If anything, that bastard fueled the fire for my thirst for knowledge and power. Power over him, power over any who tried to hurt me!" A look of anger flashed over her eyes, but only for a moment, then it was gone. No, maybe not gone, but controlled.
"But, what could I do? You ask dear Lock, I'll tell you what I did." Brianna waited as the fresh ale was delivered at the table before continuing her story. "I knew of a man that was a mage, or at least pretended
to be one. He was a fool, a clown, and a joke. But, he did possess one thing of value to me, his grandfather's spell book. He could barely comprehend the writing inside the book and simply did cantrips and other pathetic spells to impress and amuse the children. And he did this all for a few coins from their parents just so he could get by. A bigger fool I have yet to meet Lock!"
At this point Brianna had to pause, collect herself, and lower her voice once more before going on. She thought it odd, that after all these years that talking about this could still stir her emotions so. But none the less, she wouldn't let that stop her from telling her tale.
"So, one cold night by the pale moon light I crept from my bed to the window and out I went. I went to that magician's house and slipped into the back window and headed straight to where the, "mage" kept his book. Every child knew where the book was because he used to pull it from the shelf to show it off to any and all that came to be entertained. Needless to say, the book left his possession that very evening Lock." Brianna had a sly smile upon her lips as she thought upon liberating that book from that pathetic and weak jester of a man.
"Then Lock, it didn't take long for me to study the book and learn it's secrets. One of the first spells I ever learned was to be dedicated to my father... oh yes Lock, it was indeed for him."
Brianna paused for dramatic effect and to look over at Lock. At this point she noticed a wicked grin upon his face. Ah, truly someone that can appreciate my skills and talents, not to mention a good story as well. She was pleased he was there to hear her tale.
"Now Lock, you may think you know what comes next, but I think you'll be surprised. One evening like most, my father burst into my room to beat me and my brothers and sisters after a night of heavy drinking. Ahh, but this time I had a surprise for him. I had been studying and practicing when and what I could from the book, and had found an interesting little spell as you'll see." Both Lock and Brianna stopped to take a drink of ale and make sure no one else was listening. And so she continued the tale.
"Oh Lock, I was ready for him this time. No more beatings, no more screaming, and no more chores either! As that door flew open I cast my spell. My brothers and sisters were all huddled in the corners like some weak willed and pathetic animals... but not I Lock! No, not I. My brother Belferon may have left earlier in the season, but now it was my time to leave. As my father stood there and couldn't move, I took his light coin purse, I took my spell book, and I then slipped a dagger out from under my bed. I walked up to him and put it to his throat, and told him never to try and stop me again or it would be the last thing he ever did. Just to bring home the, point... I cut his shirt open and carved a large 'B' into his chest! I then walked out that door never looking back."
Brianna couldn't help herself as a wicked grin had spread over her face while recanting the tale to her acquaintance Lock. And Lock mirrored the same wicked smile right back to her.
"So, I know you wonder why I didn't just kill him Lock, but that wasn't just an ordinary dagger. It was one that I prepared ahead of time with a little magical surprise. That 'B' carved into his chest will never heal, will never fade, and will never stop bringing him pain and suffering. My little parting gift to him. As for the rest of my brothers and sisters, perhaps one day they too shall learn the lessons that I did, either way I care not for their fate. Let them find their own strength or die. Knowledge is the key to true power lock, true unstoppable and undeniable power..."
Brianna then held her glass high, as did Lock, when she finished her tale. She felt... how did she feel? One word came to mind: Satisfied.
There's my tale Lock. Now, what about yours?