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Conor Knoxx
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((OOC: this is the IC / RP thread for the Wednesday night group of RP'ers playing the original campaign of Neverwinter Nights 2. All future posts here IC please.))
Our tale starts with humble beginnings in a little village known as West Harbor. It is only a week or so before the High Harvest Fair. Within this sleepy little village are several young folk whose destiny awaits, and whose lives are about to change in ways they never imagined....
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Lianne lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, as she listened to the sound of her “adopted” mother’s voice calling her downstairs for the third time in the last hour. “On my way Retta!” she called to her flatly, though she did not move to do so. It was nearly mid-day, and she thought perhaps she really should get up and do something, but what was there to do? She considered getting up and searching out her friend Amie, and practicing some magic together... but the girl spent SO much time reading and studying, and listening to that sour old fool Tarmas, she never found much time to actually DO any magic.... which only frustrated Lianne further. Of course, the fact the Tarmas refused to tutor her at all, and referred to her as the little “swamp rat” really didn’t help at all! To her, magic was a natural thing, like, like.. eating! ... You just “did” it.. not study one little spell for weeks, then practice some minor variance of it weeks further... bah!
She dreamed everyday of visiting great and wondrous cities like Neverwinter and Waterdeep, of great adventure, fame and fortune. And each time she ended the dreams feeling more depressed, knowing in her heart she would never find a way to leave this 3 pig, forgotten muck-hole of West Harbor. Even finding new ways of tormenting and making her step-brother Bevil look the fool was becoming boring! It just didn’t provide any challenge anymore.
With a drawn out sigh of boredom Lianne pulls herself out of bed, yells downstairs for her young step-sister to bring her a bowl of fruit while she begins to brush out her hair. “In fact, I’ll get little Sally to stay and brush this for me, while I eat some of those luscious pears Retta picked for us yesterday.” She smiles at the thought, perhaps the day has some hope of being pleasant after all...
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Morgan approached the small town of West Harbor just after sunrise, looking forward to a warm meal and a soft bed after spending the past week on the road with just his books for company. He had planned to earn a few coins entertaining the crowds at the Harvest Festival before continuing on to Neverwinter.
Most tavern patrons enjoy listening to epic tales of brave adventurers, facing overwhelming obstacles and battling terrifying monsters in strange, far away places, but the crowds in Neverwinter wouldn't be entertained listening to the same old local legends. Morgan knew that to make a name for himself in a big city like Neverwinter he would need something new.
Morgan opened his notebook, flipped through the blank pages and began to wonder if he had made a mistake, “Who’s going to hire a Bard that hasn't written any songs and doesn't know a single entertaining tale? I don’t even own an instrument,” he chuckled to himself.
Looking down on the sleepy farming town Morgan sighed, “Somehow I doubt I’ll find inspiration for my first epic poem here.” Whistling a tune, Morgan walked into town wondering if he would be spending yet another night sleeping on the hard Autumn ground in his torn old bedroll...
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