Post by spastic bard on Mar 25, 2008 22:38:47 GMT -5
I played the imfamous Mauri for a little bit on NWN. She was fun, but I don't really consider what happened to her canon at all. This was something one of the DMs asked me to write, since he pulled me into a rather complicated storyline that never resolved. For people who follow Mauri's story, this is pre-mercenary days with the crew the Erphamir group has met. So she's about 16 or 17. It probably won't make much sense, but it was the first thing I actually wrote with Mauri... For reference. Aer was played by John, and Euridice was played by Angela. Two of the three characters Mauri first ran into. 
Normally Mauri will fall under the wandering fiction section, but since this took place on NWN...
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She didn’t want to leave yet. She had only arrived a few days ago.
Mauri wandered the quiet streets of Benzor till she found a bench. She sat down on the edge of it and took out the flower Aer had given her. He had pushed for the audience with the High Priest, and if it hadn’t been for his concern, she probably would have been a lot more scared of what was happening. He had been nothing but kind to her since they met. She wouldn’t have been so bothered by a kind person here and there, but everyone she had met had been… Kind. Well, as close to kind as some of them can get, she thought with a smile.
It made Mauri feel a little guilty. Euridice had been kind as well, and she lied when the girl had asked where she was from. It was a white lie, but Mauri felt these people deserved a little better. As far as she was concerned, she was born on a ship. Her life before she met the crew of the Sleeping Siren had been spectacularly uneventful. Mauri was born on that ship – and Marhianne had died. It didn’t change the actual truth, and it felt oddly like justification now. She had still lied to her…
Mauri looked up from her thoughts as the Captain of the Guard passed by her. She had forgotten his name, but had spoken to him once earlier in the day. She had been surprised the way his eyes just looked over her; not reacting at all as they spoke. Very few people seemed to react when they saw her. Only one person since she had gotten here had vocally noted her complexion, and it was not in a harsh manner.
This was all very new to her. And that’s why she didn’t want to leave yet.
Mauri smiled faintly as she leaned back on the bench and crossed her legs. It wasn’t like she was sensitive to her appearance. She had gotten use to it, and she knew it was a little… Different. She had grown until her 18th year, a good 5’9”. She towered over most human women, and even a few human men. Elves just looked silly next to her. Her frame had never quite gotten out of the awkward lanky stage; her shoulders were broad, her hips were narrow, and her chest was on the flat side. She was completely unfeminine in her body structure. But the coloring was what made people stare.
Mauri sighed quietly as she closed her eyes and tilted her hat forward over her face. When she had been born the wise men of her village had assured her parents her condition was common. There was nothing strange about a colorless child – it happened all the time. It was just the first time her small minded parents had seen it. Maybe if a white faced, white haired, red eyed child had been born in a big city, that child wouldn’t have run away, joined an unsavory ship crew, and learned to be what she is now.
Mauri grinned. How boring life would have been if that had happened.
Her time on the Sleeping Siren had been short; just like her time in most places. The crew had loved her. They treated her like the son they never had, or never got to see. They made fun of her skin and hair, without malice. She eventually learned to do the same. They taught her to be quick on her feet, how to use a blade, and how to cause general havoc where ever she goes. They had also encouraged her singing and storytelling, but even now she had to admit those were skills she still needed work on. It had been a happy time in her life.
However, she left as soon as she felt the strings of attachment. She loved the crew, but she couldn’t let herself stay put and have a family. She didn’t need a family, and she wanted to keep it that way. Now that those same feelings were surfacing again here, and increasing with every person she crossed paths with. It didn’t help that they were all so damn nice to her.
Mauri removed her hat with one hand and ran the other through her white hair. There were other concerns as well. Something strange was going on within her, ever since that one nasty trip to the Fugue Plane. She could still feel a strange pressure under her skin; a distant pain – a reminder of sorts. The High Priest’s words had troubled her over her “condition.” Even if she wanted to leave, something of a higher power was probably going to keep her here. Until she got that sorted out, she couldn’t get up and run out of town. Her train of thought ended there, a seemingly reasonable conclusion. Mauri put her hat back on and stood up.
Well, that was that. No leaving till everything was sorted out.
Mauri hummed quietly as she started down the quiet street. Not being able to leave should have been a concern, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to care. It was out of her hands. A small grin played upon her face as she walked. Oh well…
Normally Mauri will fall under the wandering fiction section, but since this took place on NWN...------------------------------------------------------
She didn’t want to leave yet. She had only arrived a few days ago.
Mauri wandered the quiet streets of Benzor till she found a bench. She sat down on the edge of it and took out the flower Aer had given her. He had pushed for the audience with the High Priest, and if it hadn’t been for his concern, she probably would have been a lot more scared of what was happening. He had been nothing but kind to her since they met. She wouldn’t have been so bothered by a kind person here and there, but everyone she had met had been… Kind. Well, as close to kind as some of them can get, she thought with a smile.
It made Mauri feel a little guilty. Euridice had been kind as well, and she lied when the girl had asked where she was from. It was a white lie, but Mauri felt these people deserved a little better. As far as she was concerned, she was born on a ship. Her life before she met the crew of the Sleeping Siren had been spectacularly uneventful. Mauri was born on that ship – and Marhianne had died. It didn’t change the actual truth, and it felt oddly like justification now. She had still lied to her…
Mauri looked up from her thoughts as the Captain of the Guard passed by her. She had forgotten his name, but had spoken to him once earlier in the day. She had been surprised the way his eyes just looked over her; not reacting at all as they spoke. Very few people seemed to react when they saw her. Only one person since she had gotten here had vocally noted her complexion, and it was not in a harsh manner.
This was all very new to her. And that’s why she didn’t want to leave yet.
Mauri smiled faintly as she leaned back on the bench and crossed her legs. It wasn’t like she was sensitive to her appearance. She had gotten use to it, and she knew it was a little… Different. She had grown until her 18th year, a good 5’9”. She towered over most human women, and even a few human men. Elves just looked silly next to her. Her frame had never quite gotten out of the awkward lanky stage; her shoulders were broad, her hips were narrow, and her chest was on the flat side. She was completely unfeminine in her body structure. But the coloring was what made people stare.
Mauri sighed quietly as she closed her eyes and tilted her hat forward over her face. When she had been born the wise men of her village had assured her parents her condition was common. There was nothing strange about a colorless child – it happened all the time. It was just the first time her small minded parents had seen it. Maybe if a white faced, white haired, red eyed child had been born in a big city, that child wouldn’t have run away, joined an unsavory ship crew, and learned to be what she is now.
Mauri grinned. How boring life would have been if that had happened.
Her time on the Sleeping Siren had been short; just like her time in most places. The crew had loved her. They treated her like the son they never had, or never got to see. They made fun of her skin and hair, without malice. She eventually learned to do the same. They taught her to be quick on her feet, how to use a blade, and how to cause general havoc where ever she goes. They had also encouraged her singing and storytelling, but even now she had to admit those were skills she still needed work on. It had been a happy time in her life.
However, she left as soon as she felt the strings of attachment. She loved the crew, but she couldn’t let herself stay put and have a family. She didn’t need a family, and she wanted to keep it that way. Now that those same feelings were surfacing again here, and increasing with every person she crossed paths with. It didn’t help that they were all so damn nice to her.
Mauri removed her hat with one hand and ran the other through her white hair. There were other concerns as well. Something strange was going on within her, ever since that one nasty trip to the Fugue Plane. She could still feel a strange pressure under her skin; a distant pain – a reminder of sorts. The High Priest’s words had troubled her over her “condition.” Even if she wanted to leave, something of a higher power was probably going to keep her here. Until she got that sorted out, she couldn’t get up and run out of town. Her train of thought ended there, a seemingly reasonable conclusion. Mauri put her hat back on and stood up.
Well, that was that. No leaving till everything was sorted out.
Mauri hummed quietly as she started down the quiet street. Not being able to leave should have been a concern, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to care. It was out of her hands. A small grin played upon her face as she walked. Oh well…