Role

Chapter 7

"Careful with her!" barked the head master of the Second Chance Center, "She's our last chance at
redemption." The Second Chance Center had never recovered from losing it's star students. As they
scrambled to provide Thera with quality assassins, the Maran descended upon their training outpost. Most
of the assassins there were disposed of without pause or pity. The Maran had no idea the assassins in
training were actually orphans pressed into service by the malicious ring leaders of the Center. They had
bent to the will of the Second Chance Center and were destroyed accordingly. Only a few top members had
survived. Capturing Uial had proven easier than anticipated, though she had grown skilled with her
swordfighting, she ultimately proved to be vain and over-confident and left herself wide open for a surprise
attack. Utilizing a mixture of mind altering fungi found in the underdark, they had subdued the Elf and kept
her in a constant state of confusion. Keeping her captive proved to be another story. Her spirit pressed on.
As they crafted encounters for her to test her newly aquired fighting skills, she eventually broke away. The
head master sent a few assassins to bring her back, but they did not return. Uial had changed much since
the days of her first escape. Never the less, she was confused and lost. Uial didn't remember anything of the
time she spent under their potent mind erasing concoction. She wandered the lands aimlessly until her head
started to clear. Slowly she remembered details of her life before. Uial returned to the Inn of the Eternal Star
to find it mostly emptied. Her old friends had welcomed her back with open arms, thrilled to see her return,
but her fiance, Charlee, was no where to be found. She learned that many of her old friends had fallen in her
absence, and a few suggested that Charlee too had succumb to old age. But hope lingered as she heard
stories of him from patrons she'd never met before. Finally, she heard a recent exploit of his, not only that,
but that Charlee had heard of her return and desperately wanted to see her. One day, she received word that
Charlee was at the Inn, she ran to him and nearly burst into tears as he wrapped his arms around her. The
two wed in Seantryn Modan that very day. Infront of a large gathering of adventurers, they exchanged
vows. Charlee called to his citizens to gaze upon their new princess. As Uial regarded their faces, she saw
the despair in the eyes of the girls, peering out the door ways of their brothels. Desperate, but yearning. She
imagined they wanted to be like her, a thing of beauty, one that did not bend to the will of others. One not at
the beckon call of awful lusty men. Where there was desire for change, there was hope. She thought back
her days as an orphan, forced into training. She thought back on her life, gaining the attention and applause