The story of my life

[Driz]

/ooc please feel welcome to continue the story from any point and any perspective but try and keep in theme with the previous post Thanks Briza

Well it all started off in a Tavern as all great story's do. It was the night before my birth day and i was out for a few jugs of mead with some friends, just drinking and musing about anything that we could really think about. There was a funny joke that Morikai told me.

"Man walks into a tavern and says to another man that is sat drinking his mead would you like to buy my dog? The other man replied with why would i want to buy your dog? in which got the reply of well he can talk! Rubbish! dogs cant talk! he replied. I beg to differ the dog said! i can speak 3 different languages and have just got back from a trip to Egypt!!! The man said why would you want to sell such a creature. And the man replied by saying i am sick of the LIES!"

anyway enough of that. We were approached by a man. He came to us seeking help and Quenthel being rather drunk decided to slug him one in the face... Don't ask me why. I really don't have that answer. But to cut a long story short a massive brawl started and the landlord wasn't too happy with us throwing tables and chairs around. and thats how i ended up in prison on this of all holy days... My BIRTHDAY

/ooc continue story if you will.........

[Plinh]

On the other hand, that got to be my first birthday in a dark prison cell. So I raised the dirty cup of water like a fine glass of wine and saluted to the wet spot on the wall as it were one of my friends.

Did not get to see the others in those days passing with dry bread and smelly soup. Sounds. When there is nothing much to see around, you get a certain sense for the sounds around you. Faint voices, the wind, slamming doors, distant cries, my own heartbeat, ... and those chains. Something was chained to the other side of the wall of my cell. Heard them clinging and rattling all day and night. Them chains never stood still, always in motion, a fine noise, not very loud, but constant. Big ugly guard guys kept out of there, I remember that well.

Then came that day. With a big cracking at the guard room came the shouts of men, the breaking of metal, the unsheathing of blades and a terribly cold wind. There seemed not to be much of a fight. Whatever has come down here, just walked through the guards and charged rumbling by my door. I shivered and fell to my knees, floor and air freezing, ice building in my cup of water. When I could look straight again the lock of my door was broken. Screams could be heard at the far end of that prison block.

Leaving my cell I passed by the shattered door of my neighbour's room. No chains to be heard there, anymore. I looked inside. There, at the wall, surrounded by the remains of the chains, stood a small dark-skinned girl. I froze again, when she turned her head and looked at me.

[Jumparound]

Have you seen my spellbook she asked...
Oh, how i felt pitty for that long dead girl at that moment. Not knowing it would chance my life ever after.

I walked over to here and asked where she left it, at that moment the notion that she just killed a couple of guards and freed me from my prison didnt strike me as odd, and she started crying.

She told me an amazing story about fire and ice reavers in a big mountain not far from Jerresco. And that a big stormgiant had stole here spellbook.
When i took here in my arms to comfort here i heard a soft sound behind me.