Post by Star Fall on Dec 9, 2017 13:36:46 GMT
Janet Malpirg (no trip) 21 Jan 2016 3:39:23 PM No.41229004
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>Sitting alone in her own cozy little half-sized room in the Wolve's guild hall, Janet smile contently at herself as she nursed a large mug of ale on her single little bed. Her mission had been a success, at least inasmuch as she'd come out of it without any major new scars to show and that she had been able to take credit for whipping out those bandits. That she hadn't actually defeated those bandits wasn't something that bothered her in the slightest since she'd done a good enough job that even the Old Man hadn't yelled at her for once whilst he dolled out her pay.
>Nope, those last couple of days might have been hard on her but now she had a large pouch of cash to show for it and now she could just unwind and let things go to their natural flow. Sipping a mouthful of the bitter bubbly stuff in her mug, Janet thought about what she'd do with her newly found money and settled on the idea that the first thing she should get was a really big stack of those raspberry sundae pancakes. Yea, that awesome sugary stuff would do wonders on her! Wonderful things indeed she thought, bringing her mug up again to drink down another mouthful of beer. Looking down at the amber liquid she thought about what the Old Man had said to her the last time he'd caught her drinking and still puzzled over the magnitude of his anger. Using her magic hurt, that by itself was something he couldn't understand no matter how many times she tried to explain it to him in as clear a way as possible, but more than that, using her magic to the extent she had in the fight against the white haired maniac left her feeling odd and sickly in ways that she couldn't quite tell anyone who couldn't feel it for themselves directly. Like a terrible migraine that wouldn't go away had teemed up with the worst persistent heartburn to make her brain feel like it queasily on fire. And that was precisely where the booze came in - soothing her nerves, making her feel a little bit less of the aftermath she had to soak up for whatever ungodly reason she could do whatever it was she was doing.
>Janet was used to pain, it had been a near constant of her existence for as long as she could remember. The world hurt her a lot even if not in a physical way - the way it was layed out was a sort of constant irritation against her eyes that should be able to see so much more than what this world had to offer. Everything here was plain, dull, lifeless even to the true tempers that nature should have been offering her. But, even as she knew there was something more to see out there, something more to feel, the young girl shook her head at the thought of it. She wasn't allowed to go where she belonged, Aerth had made that much clear enough to her. Stuck in a boring world so dull to look at it made her want to cry whose harsh magics hurt her so much, Janet drank another huge mouthful of ale and slumped forward on her bed, setting aside her medicine for the time being. She'd drink more later when she felt like it, later when she needed it more. For now, her eyes felt sleepy and her pain was nearly gone from her. If she was lucky then she would dream of those heavenly pancakes she would be buying tomorrow, but if she was really lucky, then she would see the colors that could never be and see the world her mother could never show her.
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>Sitting alone in her own cozy little half-sized room in the Wolve's guild hall, Janet smile contently at herself as she nursed a large mug of ale on her single little bed. Her mission had been a success, at least inasmuch as she'd come out of it without any major new scars to show and that she had been able to take credit for whipping out those bandits. That she hadn't actually defeated those bandits wasn't something that bothered her in the slightest since she'd done a good enough job that even the Old Man hadn't yelled at her for once whilst he dolled out her pay.
>Nope, those last couple of days might have been hard on her but now she had a large pouch of cash to show for it and now she could just unwind and let things go to their natural flow. Sipping a mouthful of the bitter bubbly stuff in her mug, Janet thought about what she'd do with her newly found money and settled on the idea that the first thing she should get was a really big stack of those raspberry sundae pancakes. Yea, that awesome sugary stuff would do wonders on her! Wonderful things indeed she thought, bringing her mug up again to drink down another mouthful of beer. Looking down at the amber liquid she thought about what the Old Man had said to her the last time he'd caught her drinking and still puzzled over the magnitude of his anger. Using her magic hurt, that by itself was something he couldn't understand no matter how many times she tried to explain it to him in as clear a way as possible, but more than that, using her magic to the extent she had in the fight against the white haired maniac left her feeling odd and sickly in ways that she couldn't quite tell anyone who couldn't feel it for themselves directly. Like a terrible migraine that wouldn't go away had teemed up with the worst persistent heartburn to make her brain feel like it queasily on fire. And that was precisely where the booze came in - soothing her nerves, making her feel a little bit less of the aftermath she had to soak up for whatever ungodly reason she could do whatever it was she was doing.
>Janet was used to pain, it had been a near constant of her existence for as long as she could remember. The world hurt her a lot even if not in a physical way - the way it was layed out was a sort of constant irritation against her eyes that should be able to see so much more than what this world had to offer. Everything here was plain, dull, lifeless even to the true tempers that nature should have been offering her. But, even as she knew there was something more to see out there, something more to feel, the young girl shook her head at the thought of it. She wasn't allowed to go where she belonged, Aerth had made that much clear enough to her. Stuck in a boring world so dull to look at it made her want to cry whose harsh magics hurt her so much, Janet drank another huge mouthful of ale and slumped forward on her bed, setting aside her medicine for the time being. She'd drink more later when she felt like it, later when she needed it more. For now, her eyes felt sleepy and her pain was nearly gone from her. If she was lucky then she would dream of those heavenly pancakes she would be buying tomorrow, but if she was really lucky, then she would see the colors that could never be and see the world her mother could never show her.