Etheline Eglantina Englestone the Mistress of Weapons

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Chapter 5

Alcoholism:

Ethel is a staunch alcoholic and she cannot survive without her medicine.
It being both medicine for her leg and herself has created a combustible
and angry woman. She is foul mouthed and ill mannered and has no qualms
lashing out at anyone that steps on her toes or just plains pisses her off.
She does not share her "medicine" and if you ask, her paranoia will set
in and she will think you are going to steal it. She will protect her
medicine with her life and at any and all costs as it has become the
staple crutch for her survival.

Paranoia:

Ethel has a plethora of trust issues that erode her from within. Several
of which have manifested due to the unfortunate events that have shaped
her life. They are as follows....

1. Mages
2. Any items of Magic
3. Men
4. Symbols of Order and Authority
5. Anyone wearing a badge
6. Saurians

Religion:

As Ethel has drowned herself in her bottles, she has begun to find it
odd that her every alcohol she tastes and drinks tastes only like one
thing... Absinthe. She believes its a possible curse on her done by
the sick mages of Thera to further break her down as she has also
begun to have nightmares of a skeletal hand reaching out to her from
canvas of pitch black.

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Chapter 4

Prosthetic Leg:

After her injury she remained in Hillcrest and began a rehabilitation process
that saw her living there for several years and becoming a staple in the gnome
community even as a cousin svirneblin. Her prosthetic leg was crafted by a few
of the brightest "Tinkerers" of the city. This contraption of iron and brass
is made up of a complex system of gears and pulleys powered by the burning of
alcohol. With it she barely has a limp and can sprint with the best of them.
However the constant burning of alcohol means she has always got to have some
spirits on hand. And this readily available "medicine" will one day prove to
a major catalyst towards spiraling her life further into madness and
addiction.

Heartbreak:

Years later while celebrating her graduation from the Warrior Program with her
friends in Hillcrest at the Longbranch Pub, Ethel heard a familiar laugh
coming from the bar. Turning her head towards the bar, she spotted a slender
man who had several women all around him who were captivated by the tales of
heroism he spun while flaunting a shiny badge pinned on his uniform.

It was the boy she had swooned over so many years ago here in Hillcrest the
day of her accident. He was all grown now, and seemed well off by his orderly
appearance. Apprehension took hold as Ethel stared at her party guest then
down at her mechanical leg. Maybe he wouldnt remember me? Would he see her as
some twisted construct or a one legged freak? Ethel, fueled by her passions
and attraction, mustered up the courage to face him. She slowly walked towards
him, while she noticed the ladies around him dispersing with appalled looks
on their faces as giggling and laughter began to stir between them. Sitting
down next to him at the bar, she shyly gazed over to see his forehead planted
on the counter with a dejected look on his face as he pounded his fist next
to him upon the wood in frustration.

Ethel, making her move reached out her arm to comfort and console the man.

Lifting up his head from the bar, his eyes slowly traced the prosthetic leg
from toe to hip, wavering a few seconds upon her plump bosom, and finally
coming to a halt at Ethel's eyes. Putting his hand on her mechanical leg
the young man said whispered...

"You dear are absolutely breathtaking!"

"I adore you so much! Shall we catch up in the Champagne Suite"?

"I am low in cash right now though, can you pay for it?"

"Just this one time beautiful! I love you!"

And it was this meeting and night of pleasure that would further shatter her.

Ethel had genuinely fallen passionately in love with this mystery man and he
used her for physical pleasure and she was mere object to him. This incident
would propel her off the deep end towards a life drowning her sorrows upon
the bottle and a growing disorder and scary obsession to find this mystery
man that stole her heart and ruined her life.

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Chapter 3

Etheline Eglantine Englestone, EEE for short, is a broken woman in every way
possible. Her mind, body, and heart are all damaged goods by all accounts.
That fateful day and mishap with her project changed and shaped the course
of events that would have been her life. What remains is a bitter and braizen
woman suffering from trauma both physical and mental. As we gaze into the
shattered mind and soul of Ethel, tread softly amongst the madness within.

Magic:

Due to the conjuration mishap, "unbeknownst to her due to the rose that had
been taken from the circle", which consequently caused her to lose her leg.
Ethel harbors deep resentment and paranoia towards all things "Magic". Her
resentment has become rage over the years and has transformed to her blaming
magic for setting up the course of events towards ruining her life. This
hatred has caused her to believe that those participating in the growth of
magic and enabling its existence must be separated from the magic to release
its energy from where it came. Just like her leg being burned from her body
in the accident, she sees it as her duty to cure Thera in the same way. Her
study with the use of axes as a conjurer has fueled the idea that if she can
amputate an appendage from the "patient", the energy will dissipate and the
"magical sickness" be cured. She is has become to grow increasingly fearful
as her mind sinks into madness that the "sickness" is spreading across all
of Thera like a plague.

Training:

Falling back on the basics of weapon training she learned in her conjuration
studies, Ethel enrolled in the Warrior Training program in the guild located
in Upper Cragstone. Her prior use of axes help propel her to the top of her
class, even though the instructors were hesitant due to her prosthetic leg.
However, she proved handi-capable and graduated from the Academy and placed
as a member of the guild. Excelling in her craft had also caused her paranoia
to rise that the others of the guild saw her as an ugly and broken misfit.
This paranoia coupled with her delusion toward magic would lay the foundation
of her complete slip into madness in the years to come.

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Chapter 2

Scene Three:

Years have passed, and the vision settles upon the Longbranch Pub nestled
in the city of Hillcrest. Behind the locked doors of the pub's fabled
"Champagne Suite", two figures roll around in the heart shaped bed amidst
sweaty silk sheets and moans of heated pleasure. A skinny man, garbed in
only a white feathered boa, grabs a set of manacles and shackles the tiny
hands of a deep-gnome woman to the bed posts. Atop the dresser, a shiny
glint of metal catches the eye emanating from a strange contraption that
resembles a metal leg. As the erotic vision continues and the night shifts
towards the wee hours of the morning, the skinny man can be seen gathering
up his belongings, taking personal care to account for everything, starting
with a badge sitting next to the mechanical leg on the dresser. All of a
sudden, the svirfneblin woman begins to the stir just as the man begins to
reach for his boa hanging on the bedpost. With a look of worry, he darts
towards an open window in the far side of the room, just as the deep-gnome
wakes up. The man, with his belongings crumpled up in his arms, jumps out
the window bare assed as the woman's pale white face reddens. A look of
utter heart break and anguish befalls her as her eyes swell with tears.

End of Prologue.

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Chapter 1

Setting:

"Hillcrest's Guild of Conjuration".

Scene One:

It is finals day for future potential students of the guild sent here by the
Theran Academy to perform there project and thesis of Planar Magic in front
of the gnomish professors in Hillcrest. There are three students left and
only two will graduate and be enrolled into the guild. As the students begin
their preparations to present their projects, one of the students can be seen
walking over to the station of a deep-gnome female as her back is turned from
him and the table. The skinny teenage boy spots a white rose sitting amidst
several other oddities within a circle drawn in chalk upon the table. The boy
swiftly picks up the rose from among the items in the circle and gently taps
his finger on the back of the deep-gnome as she turns around, immediately
charmed and fixated with the boy. His flirts cause her pale skin to shift to
a rosy pink as the boy puts the rose into the lapel of his suit, continuing
to swoon her with how beautiful she is. Lastly, with a peck on her cheek he
backs away and walks over to his own table to begin his own preparations.

Scene Two:

The vision shifts as two of the students have finalized presenting both of
their projects. The svirneblin girl is the last to step up to her table to
be judged. Moving her tiny hands above the circle drawn in chalk, she utters
a series of incantations as her hands stop at each item within the circle.
As her hand begins to move where the rose had been, her eyes drift up to the
onlookers and meet those of the boy's in the crowd. With a wink and alluring
smile towards her, he leans his nose down, sniffing the rose pinned in his
lapel. As the young deep-gnome's gaze is fixated upon the young boys, her
hands pass over the spot where the rose once had been briefly, but she fails
to notice that is missing. Her eyes shift back to the circle and she finishes
passing her hands over the remaining items as the words of her incantations
begin to echo throughout guildhall. Suddenly, in a blinding flash of radiance
and heat, all the items within the circle combust into flames as molten magma
begins rising in a pillar upwards. The crowd and professors stare on with awe
as a look of pride befalls the young deep-gnome girl. However, the look soon
shifts to worry as she pillar begins trembling and flinging hot magma out
into the crown. Screams of panic fill the air as the professors rush over to
banish the magma elemental and close the circle. Just as the circle slowly
crumbles and closes, the pillar of magma collapses and douses the svirfneblin
girl as she tries to dodge the assailing molten liquid. Horrible screams of
pain and agony wail through the guildhall as the vision begins to fade with
her lying in a fetal position on the floor, while what is left of one of her
legs slowly smolders and melds into the stone beneath her.

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