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Post by Janus on Apr 20, 2023 14:58:55 GMT -5
"Lady Carline, Lady Carline... can you hear me?"
The voice is male, elderly, a servant. What was his name? Chives, no... longer, Chivers, no... Ches... Chesterton! Albert Chesterton, your manservant.
Except, wait, you have a man servant? No, Lady Carline has a man servant. Except, you are... a girl now?
That's right, that was what you put into the ... character creator... did that happen?
The feel against, your... her... your skin. It's strange, like the sensation in your whole body just got turned up to 11. Everything is more sensative, and you have... breasts. Yup, movement against the covers over you, they're sensative!
Oh boy!
"Lady Carline, m'lady please open your eyes."
The man sounds like he is pleading. Real worry in his voice.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 20, 2023 15:02:12 GMT -5
"Uhhh..." She slowly roused herself awake. "I'm up. What is the matter Chesterton?" She asked sitting up as she tried to reconcile her past life with the memories she had now.
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Post by Janus on Apr 20, 2023 15:21:29 GMT -5
"Oh m'lady, you had us all so worried."
The room starts to spin as you sit up in bed. This body clearly isn't working at 100% right now.
But why?
There was... violence, shouting, pain. Pain in your right temple.
"Lie down." A female voice, not one you recognise. "You should take it slowly, you nearly died."
The voice, young, female. You can see her maybe... a blur, a blur with purple hair, and pointy ears, an elf? There are elves here?
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 20, 2023 15:27:17 GMT -5
"I don't understand, what happened-" She asked feeling up near the sore spot praying slightly there was not a bullet hole in her skull or something like that.
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Post by Janus on Apr 21, 2023 10:33:18 GMT -5
"Milady..." The man trails off as though stopped, the Elven blur apparently placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"The goblins Lady Carline, do you remember them?"
The word definitely has meaning to whoever this person is, you can feel a visceral hatred welling up inside you. Murderous rage, mixed in with a deep chasm of grief.
There is a quick flash of memory, walls all around you, stone, thick and seemless like a corridor hewn out of rock. People around you in armour, then goblins, a blinding pain in your head and then blackness.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 21, 2023 14:41:03 GMT -5
"I... I remember an attack of some sort." She said.
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Post by Janus on Apr 22, 2023 13:56:25 GMT -5
"You went into the goblin controlled area of 'Stonespire', you went in to kill goblins. You were ambushed and one of their shamans hit you with a magically poisoned dart."
She pauses and comes more into focus. She us an elf for certain, small and slender, she is beautiful in the way that only elves can ever seem to manage... is that your opinion or... hers?
Her clothes are clearly very fine, more so than any priest, so where she came from you don't know...
It is her skin that bothers you the most, not the pale skin of a forest elf, the tan of a desert elf or the flesh tone of a high elf... her skin is almost grey. Could she be a dark elf?! You are reasonably sure you have never seen one of those.
"To be honest, the poison should have killed you. I'm an extremely good healer, but even my magic cannot back the dead and the poison had more than enough time to kill you before you reached me. You are an extremely lucky human."
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 22, 2023 15:21:43 GMT -5
"I see... Thank you very much." She said. "I will be sure to have you well compensated for your troubles." She assured.
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Post by Janus on Apr 23, 2023 7:26:41 GMT -5
"You should take rest, and recover. I know you are keen to slay goblins but you will need time to recover. Your servant can call upon me should you feel the need."
With that she walks out, seemingly feeling no need to be dismissed. A small twinge of irritation crosses your mind. Apparently you are accustomed to dismissing people.
Chesterton, an old slightly balding man with a grey moustache and a butlers uniform bustles behind the elf, apparently a little flustered leaving you alone in the room.
The room is pleasant enough, wooden walls and ceiling, a comfortable sized bed, a chest at its foot and a side table.
Not a home room then. An Inn perhaps? Yes, you remember that too. The Sleeping.... something... Dragon? No. Something fiery... you remember the sign... a lizard... Salamander! That was it, The Sleeping Salamander. It was the best Inn in the city and your room and that of your butler and body guard.... Anders, a tall muscular mercenary with blonde hair and a scar across his face were paid through the month.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 23, 2023 7:38:28 GMT -5
Carline just sighed and lay back to rest. No point in arguing when she just got here. (Metaphorically speaking of course.)
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Post by Janus on Apr 25, 2023 9:17:05 GMT -5
You rest, but sleep does not come easily. the throbbing in your head is a constant companion, and not the welcome kind.
Memories come to you, flooding into you as though your mind is having to incorporate two minds into one. Which interestingly is probably exactly what is happening.
You were or are, you can't quite decide, Lady Carline Feona-Sharp, a second class noble in something called the Eternal Empire. What second class means you aren't entirely sure, there being rather a lot jumbled up in your head.
You were born into relative luxury, especially compared to commoners whose lives (according to the original Carline) are fairly awful, and attended the Imperial Magic Accademy having shown a tallent for wind magic.
Your current lack of a secondary magic type excluded you from rising to the position of an Imperial Lord Of Magic. Not that Carline was very sorry about that as it would have gotten you noticed by people like the Emperor who is (according to well informed rumour) a sadistic mad man.
You dud however meet the love of your life, Daniel Welborn, third son of the Everton Welborns. An overseas imperial province that is doing very well for itself.
You moved there to be with him but avfew days before your wedding Daniel was slain by goblins from the fallen Dwarf city you are currently outside.
Your heart broke, not only was Daniel a good prospect but you truly loved each other. You had imagined a good life together. A home, children, peace and prosperity. That is now all gone and you wanted revenge, you wanted to kill every Goblin you could find. Make them bleed, make them suffer, so you called upon your considerable resources and led an expedition to Stonespire.
The Dwarves had long been looking for a solution and had walled off their lost city in hope of starving the goblins out. They do of course allow parties into the city to kill goblins and so your party ventured in. Needless to say it did not go well.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 25, 2023 13:44:21 GMT -5
'A dead fiancé, how cliche.' She thought grimly to herself. Still she could use this to her advantage to explain why she was only into women now. By simply vowing to 'never love another man again.' She might be able to make this work after all.
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Post by Janus on Apr 26, 2023 15:29:47 GMT -5
Eventually you drift into a fitful sleep. You will have to decide what path your life will take now. But that will wait for thr morning.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 26, 2023 15:43:26 GMT -5
Carline eventually woke up(?)
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Post by Janus on Apr 26, 2023 15:53:30 GMT -5
Warm light creeps in through the rooms window. The headache is gone at least. Now you have to decide what to do with your day.
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