Ghillana; Rep 10; HP 39; AC 23, T 13, FF 20; F +4, R +4, W +1 (+2 vs ench) SR 11; CMB +10, CMD 22; Init +7, Percept 2; Col'Argath; HP 32; AC 20, T 12, FF 18; CMB +11, CMD 23; F +6, R +6, W +3
Ghilanna Daevon’Lyr
Ghilanna once again cursed under her breath. What in the Abyss had this world come to? The other human scum turned to run, as her lizard pulled the corpse of their companion off her lance. Ghilanna cursed her mother for her poor timing, her sister for her perfi dy and herself for being a damn fool.
Warlord, all she’d wanted was to be the House Warlord. Sharyeel could have the matron’s damn seat for all she cared, but that became impossible when she took Cythanlin for a lover. That one had never gotten over their duel in the academy, and no doubt wanted the Warlord’s baldric for her own.
Technically, the timing wasn’t her mother’s fault. Sending Ghilanna to the Echo Wood to negotiate with the hobgoblins was necessary, Sharyeel just took advantage of it. Now she was stuck here and everything’s gone to crap.
She should have realized an army of hobgoblins, and their worthless kin, was pointless, but what choice did she have? They hadn’t even made it past the duergar, much less down to Sekamina, and the Wood had become unfriendly once she returned alone.
Her reverie was temporarily broken by the pitboss yelling something or another from his platform to the north. He was too far away for her to make out the babbling and she added her poor mastery of surface common to her list of curses. With her chin on her fist and lost in reverie, Ghilanna lost herself in the sound of her lizard fi nishing off this most recent sparring partner.
Ignoring the Pitboss, she once again sank into her thoughts, cursing fate, the gods, her sister and the Black Marquis. How was she to know the pipsqueak would get so upset at the loss of one little farmstead. It’s not like there weren’t more humans to work the land and she’d been amazed how quickly the remaining hobgoblins had quieted down for only fifteen slaves.
All had been fine until the Marquis’ men purged the Wood. Damn him, it was only fifteen! And half were children, unable to work anyway! Worthless!
Oh, he’d thought he was so clever sitting up on his wooden throne looking down at her. “We’ll see how you like slavery when the tables are turned,” he shouted in his little merchant’s voice. Then the half-orc entered the room and she realized this might be serious.
Ullorth Ungin...the little weasle had sold the naming of her punishment to the half-orc. It seemed that although slavery was illegal in the River Kingdoms, the Marquis had found a loophole.
And what did Ullorth Ungin condemn her to? Hah! Fighting in the arena, as if killing sunlovers was a punishment. That elf Antelo had refused to train her of course, but what could he possibly have to teach?
Now she just had to fi gure out what these “Immortal Games” were and then she could decide whether to stay or escape. These “gladiators” dress up as monsters and play pretend. Let’s see what they think when they find a real monster in their midst.
The Witch Queen
No one bothered to tell Ghilanna about personnas and that may have been for the best. Evidently, combining every scary story about dark elves into one personna couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. It wasn’t just that she was cruel, vindictive or arrogant - they were such a part of her that she didn’t even know what those words meant! Her best behavior eclipsed the worst rumors they’d spread so far and she’d not even begun ghting yet.
Ullorth swears he knows what he’s doing, that this is the year we’ll win...that we must win. That was all fine and good. What really bothered both Erevil and Freth was what winning would do to them if this was how they accomplished it...
