Randall's trip to his birth land.Randall wrote: I will be posting my stories in that thread, easier to keep tracks than making a new thread everytime..
The salty air at the docks smelled like the parfum of a women for Randall, as he was leaving Baldur's for some time. It has been a while since he traveled on the sea, it was about fifteen years ago, when he came to baldurs for the first time. Before all this blood that he spilt. Smeling the air, his backpack on his unarmored shoulder and his free hair, waving with the wind over his red headband, he walked toward the ship's bridge.
Bearded sailor: Any other people for Waterdeep ? We're ready to set sail !
Cap'tn X: Untie the moorin' ! And do it fast, matey, don't want to miss all this wind !
Looking back at the city going away from his sight, Randall open's up a bottle of good old rum and take a few swigs of it. A few memories came to his mind..
Fifteen years ago, a healty young lad came to this city in this same boat, seeking adventures and gold. He quickly found out that this place was like all the others, filled with vilains and corrupted nobles, but he didn't care much about it. His foolish talks made him be knewn by some of the bandits around town, and he visited the jail a couple times after some tavern brawls with the local folks. Then he met a guy named Trane Blut-something. A scary guy, but somewhat funny. He didn't said it at first, but he soon learned that he was a tracker and murderer working for a noble guy. Seeing what kind of gold this guy could reach with this job, the young lad became jaleous. A night, in the less respectable inn in the docks district, he manage to put some stolen rats poison in the drink of the scary man. The young lad took him out of there, saying he was just deadly drunk, took all his paper and a red book, then threw his body in the sea.
The year after, this young lad knewn as Randall, was working for the old Mctwain. A noble who knew some bad people, and who did buisness with them. Randall's job was simple; find the ones who didn't pay, beat them, or slay them. He worked for this man for about five years, until he died, killed by an assassin probably sent by one of his rival. The young man who became by then large and rough, had made some frienship with the old men's son, Esteban. He stole what the old Mctwain had on his body, and freely escorted Esteban to Candlekeep where the kid could study for some years.
After all this, his name was knewn by the fist, as they've found the information in the Mctwain's mansion. He needed to hide himself for some time, in the wilderness. He found refuge in the cloakwoods forest and stayed there, slaying some ugly creatures that kept attacking his litle camp. He hide all his jewelry in a small cave there. He had enough skills to gather his own food and live well for the time needed for his name to be forgotten, but there was something missing; wine and girls ! He spent all his litle fortune on prositute, witch he needed outside the city. The price to make them get in the wilderness was high enough, but Randall needed it.
Some month passed, a year. Then his face left the post-it on the wanted wall. He got back in baldurs and started his new career, as a mercenary.
Sleeping man: Bleh... Meh.. Eh...Ah.. *Snores*
Sailor, throwing a bucket of water in Randall's face: Hey matey ! Time to wakes ye big arse up ! We got to Daggersford, we stay there for the night ! Needin' some supplies from there.
Randall: Bleh.. What in the nine hell.. ? Wanna die, damn dog ?!
Sailor: Hahaha ! We'll have a drink at the tavern, matey, get yeself up before ye miss it !
This litle town didn't change much since the last time Randall saw it. The Morning Glow tower was still there, and the house where he lived some years in his childhood was standing at his side. A young child was beating down another one in front of it, but a lantanderite came and stoped him.
Randall: Just like in the ol' time.. Hahaha !
This child semnt to be just like Randall was, when he lived with the lanthandrite of this tower, after the incident in Waterdeep. He was about 8 years old when he came here. Stayed there about three years before going back to the city of splendor. He was really a litle jackass, showing no respect to those priest who accepted him and tryed to show him how to get himself on the right track.
He made his way to reach the lady luck tavern, with the crew from the ship.
"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum !
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. !
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!"
Signing, drinking, telling sea tales and talking about girls. That's a good way to relax, after some time on the sea.
Randall: Hey ! Waitress ! We're thirsty here ! Bring ye good lookin' arse here and some ale !
The waitress came to them with a plate full of ale stein. When she saw the face of Randall, with his headbands on, she stared at him. What Randall didn't knew, is that this girl was a childhood friend of him, an half elf named Ninao. A nasty and fun girl, who liked to see Randall beating other kids about twenty five years ago. She didn't change much, apparently. After some flirting, the kind of flirt that only Randall can do, they spent the night togeter, having fun and remembering the old time.
Ninao: So, what have you became after all those years, tall boy ?
Randall: Eh.. What to say, I'm wanted by the lathanderites in Bereghost for tryin' to poison a beauty, or somethin' like that. The elfs are after me for some reasons that I don't get, eh.. I helped a friend o' mine to sell things and he got arrested for that by the fists, so no gladiators tournament this year. Eh.. Let's see.. A friend o' mine's goin' to tie his own neck by getting married, tryed to help him by gettin' him a girl but well, he could need ye, pretty thing ! Hahaha..
Ninao: So you've been a bad boy ! You need a lil' correction !
Randall: Eahh !
*Laughts*
In the morning, the sailors where preparing to get back on the ship. Ninao wasn't there anymore, probably gone before sunset, but Randall didn't care much. He was still some days far from Waterdeep, and he couldn't wait to see, once again,
the city of splendors.
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Waterdeep, finally.
The spiky armored man walked on the docks, waving hands to his drinking crew, eh, the sailors. This city ain't the city of splendor for nothing. So many girls and shop on his way to his old place, the rough guy didn't even know where to look at. Some thoughts about the ones he left in baldurs came to his mind, but the girls walking in the road made him forget. Many facepalms and girls smiling where to come..
Randall:
-Hey, sweet thing !
-Want a lil' bit o' this ? *Flex*
-What does a pretty thing like ye doin' in a place like this !
-Come and rest in my arms, girl. Ain't ye exausted of runnin' for days in my mind ?
-I bet ye man ain't that handsome as me, come and see it by ye eyes, girl !
-How much for a night, blondie ?
-I'm kinda lost right now pretty one, can ye show me the way to ye room ?
-*Walking in a girl* Eh, sorry ! Didn't see ye, ye so pretty ye blinded my eyes ! How 'bout a night with the ol' Randall as a gift of mine ?
He finally arrived at the Beaumelon's bordello. Many songs and girls yelling hapiness could be eard in the road near this house of pleasures, who became a bit more famous and cleaner than in the old time, when Randall was just a litle child. A blond and pretty young girl, in a dress who didn't need that much imagination to know what was under, was walking her way in the house. Randall knewn her already, he followed her and grabed her in his arms.
Randall: Aisha Beaumelon.. Been a long time, blondie ! How could ye live without the ol' Randall for so many years.. Eh ? Ye havn't changed a bit, ye know, ye looks just like ye was at twenty years old !
Blond girl: Calm down, handsome.. By your adventurer looks you might have enough coins to have all what you want in here tonight. Randall.. I remember that name. My mother, Aisha, died some years ago, but she teached me all of her tricks ! Follow me and see by yourself.. My hungry bear..
She took him by the hands and walked in the bordello. Many people where having fun there, on the couchs near the entrance. Many portraits of the famest prostitutes and customer where standing on the walls, as Randall was climbing the stairs, following the blond girl to her room. He stared at a portait for a while.. For it was his mother.
Blond girl: What's wrong, handsome ? Follow me..
-1310 Newborn Child.
His mother was a prostitute in one of the dirtiest bordello of the Waterdeep's ghetto. His father, he never knew him, probably someone who rent the girl and didn't pay much attention to that. She gave live to him with terrible pain, and yelled that she shoud just have killed the litle guy before he became that big.
The litle guy grew up in that bordello, seeing things he wasn't suposed to see at this age. His mother didn't even bother giving him a name, and didn't took good care of him at all, but some of the girls who worked with her called him "litle Randall" in respect to their house owner. When he was old enough to walk, his mother forced him to clean the room where she worked, days after days. Litle Randall loved his mother, even if she was mean with him, he would never get away from this place.
At six years old, the litle boy was cleaning in the wardrobe when a wierd noise scared him. He got himself hiden behind some cloth, when he saw his mother entering the room with a big drunk men, wearing a red headband. The guy said something to his mother, witch she seemed to refuse and tryed to push him away. That's when Randall's mother died, strangled by the bare hands of this brute. Too scared to cry, he just stayed there until the men left the room, forgeting his headband. The anger got into Randall, the only thing he needed was to cut the troath of this man, who killed his mother. So he took a knive under the bed, took a last look at his dead mother, took the headband near her, and tryed to follow the men. The only thing he did was to loose himself in the woods near the tradeway, where he cryed all night, with the brute's piece of tissue in his hands.
This night, he knew that by now, only him could take care of himself.
A month passed. A month of fun, debauchery, a month of ale and womans. Randall's coin pouch was starting to get somewhat empty, and he needed to fill it. One of the bordello's girl came to his room one day, with a letter, from someone in Baldur's apparently.
Randall: Eh.. Interesting..
