Thread: A sacrifice gone... wrong?

Character details Name Brianna Taylor Appearance Fully human with an average yet curvy build, fairly large breasts, neck-length blonde hair, green eyes and a light skin tone. Stats Status Strength - 7 Current Health 3545 Dexterity 12 Current Lust 061 Toughness - 10 Current Stamina 4545 Intelligence 10 Active Effects None Charm - 14 Money 100 gold coins, two handfuls of silver and copper pennies Speed 10 Level 0 Inventory A middle class dress Long cotton stockings Leather simple shoe A pouch for your gold A case with sewing tools Brianna's Story begins... The world had seemed to be falling the pieces. Droughts that were only ended by torrential floods, forest fires that were only doused by terrible storms, and sickly crops harvested from the nearby farms that made any who ate them ill all plagued the city of Jahanis where you grew up. When an avalanche from the Twin Mountains blocked the road to the city fully and prevented much needed help from arriving, the city was at a breaking point. So when a possible solution was found, it was little surprise to anyone that the council leapt at the opportunity to solve their woeful problems. A cavern had emerged in one of the recent earthquakes, the walls etched with strange markings that looked like a language nobody could read. More importantly, the back of the cave contained a wall of shimmering purple light, which as it pulsed and glowed seemed to beckon people towards it. That was when it was decided a sacrifice was needed, with the name of every girl in the city being placed into a lottery and a single name chosen. Brianna Taylor had been the name chosen. Your name. That had been a week ago now, and since then youd been held in a place of honour in the finest mansion in the city. Your every whim was catered for with the utmost luxury, fine foods or as fine as could be managed given the troubles strong drinks, entertainment fit for a queen, and of course your family had been very well compensated for the loss they were expected to receive. There was one thing you were not allowed however, your freedom. Despite the luxury of the rooms you were given with the feather bed so soft it felt like a cloud, any number of fine gowns you desired it was still a prison. A way to say thank you for your life before your inevitable death as you were forced through the shimmering wall of light. This morning, you had been woken early by all twelve members of the city council, and each of them had exchanged a solemn farewell before handing you over to a group of armed guards, who had escorted you to the cave where the wall of light waited. Your family had not been allowed to come with you, simply you, the guards, and a handful of city officials to act as witnesses. A prayer had been offered and with that one of the guards had roughly pushed you into that strange pulsing light. The whole world seemed to turn white, forcing you to close your eyes for the sheer brightness of it, and then with a loud Thwack and a pain in the back of your head, everything turned black as you lost consciousness. Two hours pass. Oh thank the gods, youre waking up! a high and somewhat panicky female voice announces from behind. Im so sorry I hit you! I just saw you appear out of thin air and thought you were one of those demons, then whacked you with my staff before I saw who you were, Im so sorry! The words came out in a babbled rush, now sounding more relieved than apologetic. You know you shouldnt just pop up in front of people like that, not in times like these! As you come to your senses properly you find yourself out in the warm breeze of an open plain, shin-high lush green grasses interspersed with small colourful flowers, clusters of trees and the occasional bush decorating the landscape. In a few places the plants seem to rustle, likely small animals moving about, as well there also seem to be a few herds of wild cows. Birdsong is audible, if faint, given the small number of trees in which to perch. To the north the borders of a forest are visible, the view to the east is cut off by hills, to the south is the stream that supplies water to the area, and to the west the plains seem to stretch for miles certainly not the cave you last remember yourself in. Standing over you is someone , or perhaps something, you have certainly never seen before. That voice you heard belongs to a feline looking creature, perhaps five and a half feet tall, greyish-white fur covering her entire body, a bushy tail swinging lazily behind her. Shes wearing a fairly modest black and white dress with a ruffled hem, the red hair on her head framing a pretty, if cat-like, face holding two concerned looking blue eyes. In the woman's hand is a long but fairly thin walking stick, probably what she hit you with in her panic, and behind her is a wooden hand-cart filled up with a variety of strange looking vegetables.