Post by earthwizard on Aug 25, 2010 18:21:20 GMT -8
For those interested, here is the basic character background for Cadoc Shom, the chracter who I will be playing in the Dark Sun game. Looking forward to joining on Saturday! -Kyle Devon
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Cadoc roamed through the crowds of the Tyr marketplace. He was more than a little inebriated and unwisely decided he'd try his hand at an old skill he used to practice back in Nibenay: pickpocketting. He looked around and spotted a mark. He sloppily moved toward the richly dressed man, eyes barely focused. He didn't see the elf until he crashed right into him.
"Hey, watch it you flea-ridden shit!" Cadoc staggered backward from the collision nearly falling over in his drunken state.
The elf, for his part, stood steadily on two long legs. He flashed Cadoc a cheeky grin and fell back into the crowd.
Patting his breast pocket he realized what just happened. "Shoustat!" He emphatically pronounced the Nibenese curse. Then sat on his ass, thinking about all he'd lost, and not just the money.
"Getting beaten at your own game, Cadoc?"
Cadoc looked up to see another man standing over him, another Shom. Ricon, his cousin, offered a hand down. Taking the hand, Cadoc noted the rings that decorated Ricon's fingers.
"You seem to be doing well for yourself," Cadoc sneered at the fine clothing and jewlery as he stood.
"Be calm, Cadoc. You are drunk. Come, Uncle told us that you would be arriving. We have a house here in Tyr." Ricon placed a shoulder under Cadoc's arm and half carried him down the streets of Tyr.
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Cadoc wasn't exactly welcomed at the Shom outpost in Tyr, but his cousin Ricon treated him well and allowed him to earn his keep while in Tyr. Over the next months he worked unloading caravans and selling the house Shom goods to the citizens of Tyr.
Citizens, he thought, More than half of them were slaves not long ago. Slaves they should have remained. He reminisced about Nibenay, the spires, the liaka-ih dancers.
He resented that he had to do the unloading work that he could have ordered some Mul to do. He resented that the cost of a woman in the brothel more than tripled since Kalak died. Though he didn't think it consciously, he resented himself for failing to deliver for his uncle.
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"Andil-enh's caravan did not arrive as expected, Ricon." Cadoc reported to his cousin, head of the Tyr outpost.
"Bah! I have heard reports of others going missing, as well." Ricon sighed. "The other houses aren't having these problems. It seems someone is targeting Shom. But why?" Ricon turned to look at Cadoc. "Perhaps your own misfortune was not a mere coincidental raid."
With a flare of anger, Cadoc raised a fist.
"Relax, Cadoc!" Ricon countered. "I only meant it as speculation about the raids on house Shom. Well, it seems Uncle has decided to take action. We've accumulated too many losses and this won't stand. We're to form a party, a search caravan, to investigate this 'Face in the Stone'."
"Face in the Stone?"
"Yes, it seems to be what the raiders are after. Apparently Uncle thinks that if we find it and lead them to it, they will leave us alone."
"I'm going." Cadoc stated, matter-of-factly.
A burst of laughter erupted from Ricon. "Oh that's funny, cousin. Uncle will never allow you on caravan business. He sent orders that you are to remain here, under my supervision until you have learned the qualities that befit a House Shom Envoy.
Cadoc returned a bitter stare to Ricon. "I've spent years in the sand, Ricon. You know I can handle myself out there."
With a sigh Ricon conceeded, "I do have sympathy for you, Cadoc. You could not have expected so many elves to come after you as did. But the fact is that you lost your whole caravan. Nothing was saved, and no profit was made."
"I need to earn my respect back, Ricon. And I can't do that here in Tyr, unloading caravans like some feg-tallan Mul. Uncle will never see it as dignified work."
"I suppose you are right. Besides, I don't think I could stop you. If Uncle does not know that you are gone, then you will not be reproached. Go with the search parties. Should you succeed, we can reveal your success, and you shall regain your standing with House Shom."
"Thank you, cousin." Cadoc nodded and went to pack his things.
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Cadoc roamed through the crowds of the Tyr marketplace. He was more than a little inebriated and unwisely decided he'd try his hand at an old skill he used to practice back in Nibenay: pickpocketting. He looked around and spotted a mark. He sloppily moved toward the richly dressed man, eyes barely focused. He didn't see the elf until he crashed right into him.
"Hey, watch it you flea-ridden shit!" Cadoc staggered backward from the collision nearly falling over in his drunken state.
The elf, for his part, stood steadily on two long legs. He flashed Cadoc a cheeky grin and fell back into the crowd.
Patting his breast pocket he realized what just happened. "Shoustat!" He emphatically pronounced the Nibenese curse. Then sat on his ass, thinking about all he'd lost, and not just the money.
"Getting beaten at your own game, Cadoc?"
Cadoc looked up to see another man standing over him, another Shom. Ricon, his cousin, offered a hand down. Taking the hand, Cadoc noted the rings that decorated Ricon's fingers.
"You seem to be doing well for yourself," Cadoc sneered at the fine clothing and jewlery as he stood.
"Be calm, Cadoc. You are drunk. Come, Uncle told us that you would be arriving. We have a house here in Tyr." Ricon placed a shoulder under Cadoc's arm and half carried him down the streets of Tyr.
-------
Cadoc wasn't exactly welcomed at the Shom outpost in Tyr, but his cousin Ricon treated him well and allowed him to earn his keep while in Tyr. Over the next months he worked unloading caravans and selling the house Shom goods to the citizens of Tyr.
Citizens, he thought, More than half of them were slaves not long ago. Slaves they should have remained. He reminisced about Nibenay, the spires, the liaka-ih dancers.
He resented that he had to do the unloading work that he could have ordered some Mul to do. He resented that the cost of a woman in the brothel more than tripled since Kalak died. Though he didn't think it consciously, he resented himself for failing to deliver for his uncle.
-------
"Andil-enh's caravan did not arrive as expected, Ricon." Cadoc reported to his cousin, head of the Tyr outpost.
"Bah! I have heard reports of others going missing, as well." Ricon sighed. "The other houses aren't having these problems. It seems someone is targeting Shom. But why?" Ricon turned to look at Cadoc. "Perhaps your own misfortune was not a mere coincidental raid."
With a flare of anger, Cadoc raised a fist.
"Relax, Cadoc!" Ricon countered. "I only meant it as speculation about the raids on house Shom. Well, it seems Uncle has decided to take action. We've accumulated too many losses and this won't stand. We're to form a party, a search caravan, to investigate this 'Face in the Stone'."
"Face in the Stone?"
"Yes, it seems to be what the raiders are after. Apparently Uncle thinks that if we find it and lead them to it, they will leave us alone."
"I'm going." Cadoc stated, matter-of-factly.
A burst of laughter erupted from Ricon. "Oh that's funny, cousin. Uncle will never allow you on caravan business. He sent orders that you are to remain here, under my supervision until you have learned the qualities that befit a House Shom Envoy.
Cadoc returned a bitter stare to Ricon. "I've spent years in the sand, Ricon. You know I can handle myself out there."
With a sigh Ricon conceeded, "I do have sympathy for you, Cadoc. You could not have expected so many elves to come after you as did. But the fact is that you lost your whole caravan. Nothing was saved, and no profit was made."
"I need to earn my respect back, Ricon. And I can't do that here in Tyr, unloading caravans like some feg-tallan Mul. Uncle will never see it as dignified work."
"I suppose you are right. Besides, I don't think I could stop you. If Uncle does not know that you are gone, then you will not be reproached. Go with the search parties. Should you succeed, we can reveal your success, and you shall regain your standing with House Shom."
"Thank you, cousin." Cadoc nodded and went to pack his things.
