the Accursed
Traveling Vagrant, Engineer - Thought to be Cursed via a Birthmark on Her Shoulder
This companion hails from Sturgia.
Companion Story
When the Accused was a child her father and her would travel around building towers and walls for the boyars of Sturgia. Until one day her father died and since her mother was already deceased she was made to live with her uncle. A cruel man. Because of the mark on her should she was rumored to be cursed and so - when the Accursed was still just a child - the village made him kick her out, which he probably intended to do anyways. As a child she lived as a vagrant, begging and stealing to get by. One day she killed a bandit and took his sword, to this day she still has it, and it's for hire.
In Summary
"I don't know where I came from. First thing I remember is wandering the roads with a bunch of other orphans, going from village to village begging and stealing. But now, you see, I've stolen a sword from a group of bandits we found sleeping off a drunken night, and I figure maybe I can be something different."
Digging in the Files
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| wanderer_strings.XML | <!-- dispossessed --> <string id="prebackstory.spc_wanderer_sturgia_7" text="{=2rX8VwCj}I'll tell you my story. Why not?" /> <string id="backstory_a.spc_wanderer_sturgia_7" text="{=7qlJdbtC}My father was a draftsman. He helped build towers and walls for the boyars. I used to help him in his work, drawing up his plans. I had a good hand for that. We went from town to town, employer to employer, just the two of us. It was a wonderful time, until he dropped dead, just before I entered my twelfth year." /> <string id="backstory_b.spc_wanderer_sturgia_7" text="{=z2Vv7D3b}My mother had already died, so I was taken in by my uncle. But he didn't really want me. See, I had a birthmark on my shoulder, the kind that some people means the bearer can cast the Evil Eye. Whenever there was sickness in the streets of my uncles' village, the people would mutter and curse at me. Eventually they demanded my uncle drive me out of the village. It was no great loss for him to comply. Probably saved him worry over where he was going to find the money to marry me off." /> <string id="backstory_c.spc_wanderer_sturgia_7" text="{=gLaZnLBe}I wandered from village to village, begging and stealing. You may imagine how I fared at the mercy of the robbers of the road, who had no more fear of sorcery then they did of man's laws. But eventually I learned to protect myself, and the body of one careless bandit afforded me with my first sword and leather jerkin." /> <string id="response_1.spc_wanderer_sturgia_7" text="{=BVQ075W6}A sad tale. Please continue." /> <string id="response_2.spc_wanderer_sturgia_7" text="{=aIPLCDp7}Heavens protect us from evil! Away! Away!" /> <string id="backstory_d.spc_wanderer_sturgia_7" text="{=CEb36UEm}That is all there is to say, really. I still have the sword, and it is for hire, to those who pay well. I still remember a bit of my father's trade, too. I'll do most whatever is needed. The world had no mercy on me, so I feel no need to show any." /> <string id="generic_backstory.spc_wanderer_sturgia_7" text="{=bNUxoLhP}I don't know where I came from. First thing I remember is wandering the roads with a bunch of other orphans, going from village to village begging and stealing. But now, you see, I've stolen a sword from a group of bandits we found sleeping off a drunken night, and I figure maybe I can be something different." /> |
