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Casindra Rin
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Casindra Rin

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Whatever fate may be, it will see the undoing of us all. Let that not sequester the truth: that we were born to live and die.


In the Rusty Anchor, a burly specimen of a man stooped low over the edge of a round table. His name was Sid, and he'd been a regular sight at the inn for as long as anyone cared to remember. Illuminated by the dimness of candlelight, Sid recited a story to his fellows sitting opposite him, wide-eyed and hooked on his every word. His voice was low, but as rough as his whiskers in his old age and it held a whimsical cadence that betrayed his good nature.

"One balmy evening, somewhere along the Asgarnian shore, a child was found wandering with naught but a torn fisher's net wrapped around her shoulders and seaweed laced up her legs like a pair of fine sandals. Sea foam, the color of her skin, clung to her as if she'd emerged from it only moments prior. The water was quiet that hour, still as black glass, which was an oddity in itself as-"

"As the sailors who'd come to port that morning spoke of rough waters abound," a lighter, silken voice finished for him. Casindra slipped up to the table from behind him, a wry smile putting a crease in her cheek. Sid returned her grin in earnest, bearing her teasing with a bellowing laugh. He'd always delivered that line with the same gusto as every telling that came before it--it was a crowd pleaser. She leaned across the table and filled each of the near-empty flagons with another helping of amber ale. There were four of them, one for Sid and three for the patrons who sat around the table, near torpid from the drink they'd already taken. Even in such a state, they offered no complaints to another round.
CASINDRA RIN
Perhaps all we can do is hope to have the right regrets.

Roleplayer | Mage | Incorrigible collector of boots and crossbows

12-Jun-2019 22:58:57 - Last edited on 13-Jun-2019 01:50:56 by Casindra Rin

Casindra Rin
Mar Member 2019

Casindra Rin

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"Aye," Sid continued, taking a swig of the fresh pour. His grin widened and his great hand clapped onto Casindra's shoulder. "And here she is, the mermaid herself with no recollection of any of it. Hair as jet as kohl, eyes like the beryl sea. How could she not be! The tide's washed away her memory as sure as the Deep Dread's wrath would not allow her to escape with it. But alas, she's grown her legs and seeks to walk away from the seaside, as fitting an end to a mariner's tale as ever I've heard!"

Casindra rolled her eyes, though it was a well-meant gesture as her smile persisted. Sid had always enjoyed telling tall tales about anything and everything that inhabited his life, from his ward to his dog, to the very floorboards they stood on. If not for the fun he took from it and the looks of awe he inspired, then especially for the entertainment it offered the locals who drank his brew.

The tale wasn't entirely untrue, she mused to herself, as she walked behind the bar to refill her jug. She'd been found as a young girl wandering the beaches just off Rimmington with no notion whence she came. Everyone presumed she'd been a survivor of some shipwreck, though there was little in the way of flotsam that washed ashore aside from herself. Still, such peculiarities were often forgotten or embellished by superstition amongst the common folk. She could hear Sid beginning to tell his next fantastic tale already.

She looked over her shoulder, the vision of a quaint and warm life existing behind her. They'd taken her as one of their own without so much as a question. They were all she remembered, all she knew and yet, there was an aching that she could not abate. A longing to pursue something she didn't understand, and it seemed as though forever did the ominous silhouette of the distant Wizard's Tower beckon her.

Thanks for reading! This is a work in progress, as Casindra's journey has only just begun.
CASINDRA RIN
Perhaps all we can do is hope to have the right regrets.

Roleplayer | Mage | Incorrigible collector of boots and crossbows

12-Jun-2019 23:00:09 - Last edited on 13-Jun-2019 01:48:39 by Casindra Rin

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