Galfrey

Alamara __'s page

4 posts. Alias of Foxy Quickpaw.


RSS


"I need the market part of the Battle Market to work first to get some taxes flowing. Until then I won't be the big spender." Almah replies somewhat amused.


Letter to Saul:
Dear Saul,
I'm sorry to tell you, but I'm leaving town. When you read this letter I'm probably on the sea already on my way to Magnimar. My Mother decided for both of us and I have not the heart to let her go alone. My friends in Kintargo are dead, in prison or fled and I have no one left but my mother.

You could have become a new friend, but now we don't have the opportunity to find out.

Sarenrae bless you.
Alamara.


Alamara gets surprised by her mother with packed suitcases that morning. "We are leaving Kintargo. Now. I secured us a passage to Magnimar on a ship. We leave this damned coutry for good."

A loud argument ensues, but her mother is set on leaving, and with Shensen and her fellow worshippers of Sarenrae gone, her mother is the only person left that is important to her. She just can't stay here with her mother gone.

Alamara writes a letter to Saul to explain why she will not visit him anymore. On their way to the docks she takes a little detour to Saul's home and shoves the letter under his door. She ponders to knock, but her mother urges her on.

They board the ship, that is ready to leave and within the hour Kintargo is only a spot at the horizon and a memory for her. Another home lost to Thrune.


Meliandri Chastain-Aulamaxa wrote:

[dice=Sense Motive]1d20-1

Well, then… Also, the book is called Imperial Betrayal. It’s a revolutionary text written by a Galtan philosopher. I’d imagine it’s a lot like reading The Communist Manifesto or The Diary of Che Guevara in a coffeeshop.

"Grande Tian Tea Latte, skim milk, no foam, extra 'ot, caramel and mint." Looking up from her book, Mels takes in the situation in the coffeeshop. She’d started ignoring the halfling as soon as she’d realized he was just another servant type, going back to her book instead. It wasn’t a question of being polite or rude, or of not wanting a conversation. Almost all her interactions with halflings was as a superior, though, and superiors didn’t need to respond to their subordinates unless they felt the need. The awkward girl in the middle-class-esque tunic, though…

”The book is called Imperial Betrayal. One of my favorite classes at Lady Docur’s was taught by a Galtan exile. She ‘ad a lot to say about ‘Osetter, but did not ‘ave us read the book itself, so I ‘ad to find it elsewhere. In the end, I ‘ad to disagree with Professor Vetta and agree with ‘Osetter and Jubanich.” Meliandri pauses, sliding the book into her handbag. ”There comes a time when the operation of the empire becomes quite odious, and any change is better. Even change like Galt.”

Alamara is caught off guard by this open and comprehensive reply. She braced herself for being brushed off but that is... overwhelming and totally not her cup of tea. "Mint! That is an interesting choice." Alamara tries to save herself to a terrain she feels not totally lost in.

As the halfling threatens to cut the talk short with the curfew she adds "I haven't heard of any of those people you mentioned, but it sounds interesting. How about you tell me more about it on the way home. I could accompany you on the way." That offer might be very blunt for a stranger, but subtle isn't her.