Session #5

It has been a very long and stressful day.

When I woke I went down to the common area of the inn, where the inn keeper’s wife – a Dragonborn – questioned me. She claimed to be able to read people, but couldn’t read me. Just what I need – a dragon noticing that I’m different. Fireboy walked in not long after, shortly followed by Nict and Tacit. Apparently the journey to the Upper City had taken longer than expected, but Cinder didn’t explain his absence. Not that it matters much now – we got into a fight, and he left.

Nict, Tacit, and I shopped a bit before heading out of the city – Nict even got a piercing and a tattoo – but our exit was stopped by karma. The city was locked down, with no-one allowed in or out, due to an uprising of goblin-kin timed inconveniently with the body of the half orc I had killed last night. The owner of the brothel must have tried disposing of the body without calling the authorities, but I have no clue what he did with the head. Either way the city officials are now on the search for a murder, and I’m locked in. Apparently Diana is not watching over me.

I convinced Nict and Tacit that we would be better off in the Upper City; hopefully the search for the murderer will be kept to the Lower parts. Due to the lockdown – and something that Tacit did before – I had to lie and flirt extensively to get tickets out of the Lower City. And somehow while I was busy getting us tickets Nict made friends with another religious do-gooder hellbent on solving the murder.

And now the four of us are spending a lovely evening in the Upper City in a wealthy religious school.

I’m not sure why I’m still hanging out with Nict and Tacit. There is something about Tacit that is bugging me – I know that she’s hiding something – and Nict has the innocence of a child. Maybe I just miss my own innocence.

I just hope faulty sentimentality doesn’t get me killed.

Mid-Game 4.5

So, I couldn’t really fall asleep. Kept thinking about how some things started. So I figured I’d write some stuff done.

I had been living with Silver for about a week, and things had been going awesome. I thought they loved me, and I was learning so much about Doppelgangers. Every night I got to sleep in a beautiful bed, bigger than I had ever seen, and we shared dinners of the most delicious foods.

Then one night Silver had me dress up real pretty, and then they brought in this giant ogre. This ogre looked almost 4x my size, and I was terrified when he grabbed me and threw me on the bed. I screamed, begging for Silver to help me, but they just stood there.

Silver just watched as the ogre tore my pretty clothes off and tore into me. No matter how much I screamed and begged, he didn’t stop, and no-one helped. When it was finally done and I was lying broken and bleeding on the bed, Silver yelled at me. The ogre had been angered by my screams, and had refused to pay as much as he had agreed. As a result, Silver was angry with me, and spent the night lecturing me on my “duty” as a Doppelganger while their bodyguard – a Dragonborn named Boulder – beat me.

My duty, by the way, was to be whatever and whoever Silver’s paying customers wanted me to be. I thought that Silver was my friend; I thought that they loved me. But they allowed that man – and many more – to hurt me.

And Silver – and other ‘Ganger’s and people who want to take advantage of us – are out there, and I am so scared of getting caught.

I guess that is part of why I have to check the brothels out. And why I have to run as soon as I can, too.

Sessions #3 & #4

The past day or so has been chaotic, and hasn’t given me much chance to write.

After I fell asleep in my hammock, I was awoken by the scent of smoke. Unsurprisingly, the inn where Fire-boy Tiefling – and the two travelers that I liked –  was staying was on fire. Wonder who caused that… Anyways, I ran in to help, and promptly got hit in the back of the head.

I woke up in an underground cell with the other three, held prisoners by a group of goblins and goblin-kin. After a small scuffle, in which I actually defended Fire-boy, they explained that there is a rebellion against the sleazy mayor. Tacit and Nict seemed sympathetic to the cause, although Cinder seemed to prefer the offer made by the mayor (the offer involving money). The leader ordered our release, on our promise that we would think about their cause, but apparently her word stood for little, as we were later attacked by those in charge of leading us to the door.

He trapped Tacit, Nict, and I in a fighting pit, claiming that he wouldn’t kill us in his game of 4 giant goblins versus the three of us. Thank goodness that Cinder had snuck away earlier – he actually saved us by sneaking through a tunnel and surprising the attackers with fire. He was mortally wounded in the attack, but Nict saved him, while I finished off the goblins.

They attacked us cos they were connected to the goblins that caged us up before, when I first met my new travel companions. I don’t know if the entire rebellion is connected to that lot – it takes further investigating.

When we finally made it out of the tunnels, the four of us took a boat to the big city. The boat ride was mostly uneventful – the driver was a talkative boy, who quickly quieted when I asked about the rebellion. Our entrance to the city included fire and lies, but we made it past guards and into the overcrowded and unpleasant city center.

After an agreement to meet by nightfall at an inn that the boat driver had mentioned, Nict and Tacit took off for the upper city – an area that sounded full of rich snobs, pompous intellectuals, and holier-than-thou clerics. Cinder took off to investigate in the lower city, and I decided to track him. He was surprisingly stealthy for a tiefling, and it took changing my looks every five minutes to keep from being caught. Even then, he knew something was wrong, and he was very clever about his movements. Thanks to him though, I might have a lead on who to talk to about the rebellion.

I blew my cover though when I stopped him from harming a small boy – I chose to look like myself, simply so he wouldn’t smite me on sight. I don’t know why he was attacking the child, although my sympathy for the boy lessened when I later discovered he had stolen gold from me.

After the altercation, Cinder managed to disappear, so I backtracked to a whore house I had passed earlier. After a brief conversation with the owner – in which I made sure I wouldn’t be tricked and trapped – I made arrangements to work for the night, in exchange for a bed to sleep in.

I swear, I was unsure of what I would do; whether I would do the job, or find a way out. I was there of my own free will, and from the sounds of it, so were the other women. It was honest work, and work I knew well.

And then this giant ogre walks in and grunts “You mine?”

As soon as he said those words, I knew that he wouldn’t touch me. I wouldn’t allow it. So I channeled my best Rainbow voice, and convinced him to lie down on the bed, and cover his eyes. And then I chopped his head off.

I took his money, and – doing my best to look like him, even if a smaller version of him – I left the brothel. I went to the inn that the others were supposed to meet me at. They never showed, but I paid for a room, a drink, and some food.

I didn’t need to kill him. I didn’t need the money.

But as I lay down in the bed, as I closed my eyes, I slept easy.

Because I belong to no-one.

I am mine.

Session #2

So the human – Tacit – isn’t a slave. I don’t know what she is – I think she’s hiding something. And I don’t know what to make of the other two.

The nicer tiefling – a purple female called “Nict” – said that she knows a way to a city, where hopefully I can find some work. She is an odd creature; either a very naive and innocent girl, or a very good actress. She jingles with every step, which she seems to enjoy, oddly enough. She and the human converse in a different language – gnomish, or something – which was annoying and rude.

I found a child hiding from the goblins; as we were also making our escape from them, I convinced him to come with us. The poor thing was disheveled, dirty, and so scared – his brother had left him miles from home. 

It was odd how interested Fire Boy Tiefling – Cinder? – seemed in the child. I’m not quite sure what to make of Fire Boy; he seems brash, idiotic, prideful, and self-centered one second, and then he shows depth the next. He gave a weapon to the child, for self-protection, which was strangely kind. 

And just when I was beginning to believe that he might have a heart, he went and tried accepting a reward for the return of the child. I had to flash red eyes to get his attention enough to lure him out of the rambleshack of a home, and even then I had to give him food. I paid for it, at least, with enough to hopefully provide the boy with a full belly for a while. 

My opinion of him dropped to a new low when we were approached by a man offereing money for “work.” This man apparently is the mayor of this little town, but I’ve dealt with too many bad people to risk dealing with this man. Nict and Tacit listened to him, but told me that they were undecided about acceptance. 

Hopefully they meet me tomorrow morning, and we can continue on. Either way, I refuse to accept anything that the mayor offers, so I am happily sleeping in a hammock in the woods. 

Session #1

So much for being helpful.
I don’t know what happened, but somehow I ended up in a cage. Took all of my strength to not freak out – I was never supposed to be in a cage ever again, a prisoner ever again.
My jailer had taken my weapons, and imprisoned me with others, two tieflings and a human. I was completely useless, especially cos I wasn’t going to reveal my “skills.”

One of the tieflings – the one with a human slave, from the looks of it – was helpful in freeing me from my cage, and the four of us tried to escape through the tunnels. The other tiefling kept lighting things on fire, without even trying to be discrete, which was frustrating. And I angered the nicer tiefling while looking for a weapon, which I deeply regret, but if the human truly is a slave then I don’t know if I want to be on her good side.

My mistake did result in providing us clues to how to find our weapons, and we escaped. But I don’t know where we are, so I am stuck with these strangers. For now.

Pre-Game Entry #7

Sometimes I can’t help but read the letter her letter. It hurts, but Strawberri helped me through some of the worst nights.

Letter from berri to alexSilver insisted that we use the names we were given, so if Ber had called me Alex, we both would have gotten in trouble. So instead she called me Rein, like a queen, instead of Rainbow. When she said it I knew she meant something different than Silver; Ber knew me.

Berri was always telling me that the goddess Diana would help us. She would have told me that Diana “gave me the strength” to escape, but I don’t know. Diana didn’t help Ber, did she?

I loved Berri, and it was our love that made Silver angry enough to get rid of her, even though we were platonic. We were forced to have sex all the time – we weren’t interested in more.

We just liked being close. I miss her so much sometimes.

If Diana is out there, I hope she’s protecting Ber.

Pre-Game Entry #6

Over the years, I worked as I needed. I prefer fighting – either the pits or on quests – but there would be days when I worked at a brothel.

Sometimes I didn’t even need to work at an actual brothel – go to an inn or a tavern – and find someone looking for some company. If I was lucky enough to get them drunk first, I would simply steal their money and move on. Unfortunately, there were times when I’d have to make sure to exhaust them first, and then I could take their items once they were asleep.

The worse part was always having to move on. Even if I worked honestly I had to keep moving; it can be virtually impossible to work in any way without changing myself in some form. Being able to shift makes it easier to find targets – anything that anyone wants, I can be – but being a ‘Ganger also provides me with superior strength. If I’m in an area too long someone eventually notices that I’m different. And being different leads to questions, which will someday lead back to Silver.

Every day I’m scared of getting caught, getting dragged back. Every night my memories turn into nightmares that shake me to the core.

Sometimes I wish Mama had just left me to starve to death in the winter, or Master and Madam had simply beat me to death. But I keep running, and keep fighting.