Mathia the Mystery, Godfather of Voralian City

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Chapter 3

Mathia returned home the next morning to find only her grandma's corpse to
greet her. The house had been torn to shambles, everything of value destroyed
or stolen. She didn't know what to do where were her parents? She needed
them now. She gathered up what strength was left in her and wrapped her
grandmother in a blanket before burying her in the back yard next to the
garden.

Gripped by a newfound sense of anger and sadness, Mathia looked down the
street towards the people lost in their day to day lives without a
concern for hers that was ripped apart.

Mathia only went back in to the house to grab what she knew she needed for
tonight, her hunting knife and a vial of medicine her grandma used to help
her sleep. She crept into the guarded home of Garoleus to slip the medicine
into his dinner, and waited in the shadows until he was unconscious and the
servants had left. She had no proof he was responsible, but she knew in her
heart that he had to pay.

While Garoleus slept, she ransacked his office looking for answers. She found
letters of agreement for her parents concerning various jobs, letters
describing her necklace, and several other documents detailing various
corruption practices his officers were involved in. Mathia grew frustrated
and contemplated slipping this man's throat as he slept that was not her
though, it would not bring back anybody she lost, and it would not change
anything.

Instead, Mathia gathered up all of the documents of importance, all of the
ill-gotten gold and jewels from the safe and everything else of value she
could carry and slipped from the house and onto the streets. While the
citizens of Blackclaw slept, she crept in each house along the main roads and
left behind everything she stole. The whole town would be rich now, and they
would all know what evil was running their lives. She would leave it up to
them to handle it.

Mathia was no longer a part of this place, she counted the silver from the
small purse of coins she decided to keep for herself. She would head to
Galadon to see if there was any signs of her parents and never look back to
this place again.

Role

Chapter 2

I thought nothing of the dark man again until later that night, when I heard
my grandma's muffled screams. I awoke and ran into the room and saw that man
and a few others attacking her while they rifled through my parent's bedroom.
I grew angry, seeing her kicked and beaten. Silently I crept through the
shadows until I found her potato-peeling knife in the kitchen, returned to
the room crouched low against the basin and let loose a tremendous scream as
I lunged my blade through the back of one of the cruel men.

I missed entirely, falling to the floor amid a chorus of mocking laughter. I
heard one of them men say "She's wearing it! Grab her", as I felt hands
around my neck tugging at the silver necklace my mother had entrusted me
with. Grandma arose in the chaos and bludgeoned one of the men from behind
attempting to defend me from them. I joined in the melee and found the potato
knife, slashing at the backs of all of them. It seemed like an eternity
passed as I watched the dark man swing his blade, slicing the head from my
grandma cleanly, I was powerless to stop him.

I dropped my knife and ran into the darkness, leaving the sounds of shouting
and snarling far behind my ransacked home.

Continued Part 3

Role

Chapter 1

Mathia was still young when she had the rug yanked out from under her life.
She was the only child in a relatively happy home in Blackclaw. Her parents
were just going hunting for a few weeks. They had done it many times before
in more dangerous situations, this sounded routine her dad was hired to
collect cavefisher hides, and mom would be there too cover him as an expert
marksman and tracker herself. They were a perfect team, exploring and
trapping in the Underdark for over a decade together, always able to slip
past patrols and bring down the most dangerous of creatures with ease and
skill.

Her father was nearly ready to let her come along, but told her "You have
classes this week, Mathia. You can come next time for sure, for now I need
you here to run the household. Grandma will come by to help you." To be
honest, there wasn't much to do around the house. My mom ran a small shop
which was usually closed, only opening a few times a year to sell mushrooms
and fungus she picked up while exploring with father, but that and my
father's commissions kept us living comfortably on the outskirts of Blackclaw
for many years.

I was not yet worried about my parent's hunt, after all it had only been two
weeks since they left. Yet I had a feeling in my stomach something was wrong.
My grandma dismissed it as foolishness, she had seen them venture off and
come back with the hides of things straight out of a nightmare without even a
scratch to show. But this time was different. They had been hired to gather
creature hides by a man here in town Garoleus, who claimed he wanted to have
a special armor crafted for his son off in the military someplace. It all
sounded very suspicious, nobody had ever heard of this man before last year
when he came in and stole the council elections. Now he ran things, and
nobody really knew anything about him other than he had a son somewhere, had
bags of gold, and always had scary, dangerous looking people accompanying
him.

One of those dangerous looking fellows followed me home from school one day
I didn't fear him, even though he was jet black of fur and concealing nearly
his entire body beneath a darkened cloak. I recognized him by the scar under
his right eye and the glinting council medallion which Garoleus had
distributed to his loyal companions to help identify them as the law. He kept
his distance and then pretended to walk the other way, looking back at me as
I peeked through the window. He disappeared after my grandma appeared down
the trail with a wheelbarrow of laundry and potatoes.

Continued part 2

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