First of all, I will post my proposed scenario for the party that
I for. I would greatly, greatly appreciate any feedback as
I' m not sure how it will work. A bit of context: I am a brand
new who just gathered this group. I write, so the story
part comes easily to me, I think. I have my party rallied in a
town called Bliss, populated by who each have their
own story and individual persona. They are all well
developed and special in their own way. Now, the scenario:
The town is attacked bright and early in the morning by a
small party of goblins. An easy fight, it seems, and the party
does well in fighting them off (They are all minions, , HP, but
en masse). Soon, a massive shows up
with a composite bow, wielding it with ease. He fires an
arrow the size of a Javelin and chunks a party member for a
huge amount of health, to show that he is not facetable.
Suddenly, a spearhead erupts from his chest, then is pulled
out. A mailed boot kicks his corpse to the
ground, and a man in golden armor stands over him, expertly
wielding a short spear. He kills several orcs standing nearby,
and the goblins scatter. After the cleanup, he introduces
himself. He is a nice, respectful, wealthy, handsome,
respectable, honest trader from the East, the seventh son of
a noble who made his own name through trade. The caveat."
He' s a slaver. " is not only legal but common in the East, and
he explains briefly that Fate is a huge thing out East, and
everyone, including slaves, is , unbreakable, to
the roles that fate gives them.
The next morning, the party sets off. They stumble upon the
camp of these Easterlings, and see the man, Salazar Sept's,
and his three slaves. The slaves are a 24 year old male in
prime fighting condition but a few scars from his
enslavement, his spirit unbroken, his " year old sister, a
petite, quiet girl with long black hair, and an older male who
seems resigned to his role.
Salazar says, "You have done well thus far. Far more than I
have expected of you, Shuaman." (Speaking to the 24 year old)
You as well, ." (The older male] "Though I expect no
less from such a loyal slave to the family name."
But you, whore, you have failed to carry your weight." He
speaks sternly to the girl. "But I am a fair master, am I not?"
She hesitates, and he snaps "Say it." She whispers ",
Master.." and his voice returns to normal. "I' m sure we can
work something out, hm?" The brother, Malazah Shuaman,
blazes with anger but cannot do anything as he orders her to
disrobe and violently rapes her against a nearby tree in plain
sight of him, then tosses her aside.
At this, the party has the opportunity to confront him or not
to. " they don' t, he will go back to the inn and drink heavily,
like a man trying to forget. Good diplomacy will get him to
speak. " they do fight him and somehow manage to win, he
will give the same speech (though in different context] with
his dying breath.
He explains that, in the East, the roles are cemented by Fate
at birth. This is not only bad for the slaves, he says, but for
him as well; every day is a living hell, as he is forced to beat
and violate the only woman he has ever truly loved. A manly
tear falls from his eye at this, and he drinks more, continuing
to speak. He explains that he cannot call her by her name, as
he could not bear to confront himself for doing such horrible
things to his "Pearl of the East," as he calls her. Every time
he hits her, he hurts himself. Every rape is hell for him
because he cannot bear to see her hurt, but thinks that he
deserves the pain of seeing the one thing he cares about
damaged. He thinks he deserves it for being weak, for not
being strong enough to stand up to Fate herself (Fate is
personified in the East] and fight for her. He has lived his life
honorably, more so than anyone else, and the East is proud
of its son, but he would throw it all away for the chance to
love her truly. His only hope, he explains, is death. Of the
party fought him, he will thank them here. " not, there are
other options]. He desperately hopes that death will allow
him to see her again, where they are not bound by fate.
Thank you for any suggestions or feedback, and sorry for the
huge wall of text. Hopefully will help a brotha out on this
one.
this does well and I get decend feedback, I will post the
humorous adventures of Sh' Turquoise, the sassy black
psion who wields a dildo staff of " penetration.
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