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fellinaraSo, I packed up my few belongings, my father's daggers and his short bow and set off to the city. I really thought I would find a way to make my fortune and take care of myself on my own. At 8 years old, you think you are untouchable. OH how wrong I was.
It was raining when I got into the city. I ended up on a back alley where the wastes is dumped so rats as large as I was accompanied me along my way as I gingerly picked my way across the wooden boards that made up a makeshift path above the sewage that the rain was slowing rinsing down the storm drain. Not knowing any better, I was foolish enough to carry my belt pouch with the little gold I had to my name openly. Almost as soon as I left the alleyway, I was jumped by 3 older boys. 10 mins later I was on the ground with 2 broken ribs and a black eye, soaked to the skin. No cloak (they stole that too) and no money or food. I was lucky the barkeep of the tavern I was attacked near was coming to the alley to throw out garbage and he saw me on the ground moaning in pain. The barkeep of the tavern brought me in, cleaned me up, and fed me. He sat me by the fire to warm me up and gave me a bed for the night in his daughter's room. The next morning, he gave me breakfast and had told my story to his staff the night before. The tavern wenches had donated 10% of their tips to give me a small purse. The barkeep gave me a hunk of rye bread and some cheese for lunch as well as directions to the religious district where many of the temples took in orphans such as myself.
It was first stroke of real luck I had since Shirnara died. Two of the ladies walked with me down as far as they could. Once the religious district of the city was in sight, I was on my own. Grateful but unsure what to do next, I went to the nearest temple and walked in. As fate would have it, it happened to be a Temple to Tymora, Goddess of Luck. I would stay at the temple and help the sisters keep it clean and in my free time, I would spend in the market place people watching.
By the time I was 15, I learned there was only two ways of life for a pretty Half-Elven girl like me. Prostitution or thievery. While I have not issues with taking someone to my bed, I have no illusions on love and I won't do it for coin. A roll in the hay is a nice distraction but when you make it your livelihood, well...it takes the fun out of it. I prefer to choose my bed mate by his attributes, not his coin purse. I can well support myself. You guessed it. I took the other profession.
*here is the next chapter in Fel's story. Enjoy!
It was raining when I got into the city. I ended up on a back alley where the wastes is dumped so rats as large as I was accompanied me along my way as I gingerly picked my way across the wooden boards that made up a makeshift path above the sewage that the rain was slowing rinsing down the storm drain. Not knowing any better, I was foolish enough to carry my belt pouch with the little gold I had to my name openly. Almost as soon as I left the alleyway, I was jumped by 3 older boys. 10 mins later I was on the ground with 2 broken ribs and a black eye, soaked to the skin. No cloak (they stole that too) and no money or food. I was lucky the barkeep of the tavern I was attacked near was coming to the alley to throw out garbage and he saw me on the ground moaning in pain. The barkeep of the tavern brought me in, cleaned me up, and fed me. He sat me by the fire to warm me up and gave me a bed for the night in his daughter's room. The next morning, he gave me breakfast and had told my story to his staff the night before. The tavern wenches had donated 10% of their tips to give me a small purse. The barkeep gave me a hunk of rye bread and some cheese for lunch as well as directions to the religious district where many of the temples took in orphans such as myself.
It was first stroke of real luck I had since Shirnara died. Two of the ladies walked with me down as far as they could. Once the religious district of the city was in sight, I was on my own. Grateful but unsure what to do next, I went to the nearest temple and walked in. As fate would have it, it happened to be a Temple to Tymora, Goddess of Luck. I would stay at the temple and help the sisters keep it clean and in my free time, I would spend in the market place people watching.
By the time I was 15, I learned there was only two ways of life for a pretty Half-Elven girl like me. Prostitution or thievery. While I have not issues with taking someone to my bed, I have no illusions on love and I won't do it for coin. A roll in the hay is a nice distraction but when you make it your livelihood, well...it takes the fun out of it. I prefer to choose my bed mate by his attributes, not his coin purse. I can well support myself. You guessed it. I took the other profession.
*here is the next chapter in Fel's story. Enjoy!
