Growing
up on the wrong side of every discussion the Renegade never understood the
solace people found in blindly following orders. Rebelling against every
decision and courtly decree she had a habit of waking up behind bars on a
weekly basis. The authorities knew her about as well as their own relatives,
except she came to visit far more frequently. Some would say she was a
nuisance, others would say she was a revolutionary ahead of her times, and
those most annoyed would call her a politician. She had many names and many
opinions all dependent upon which was the best way to start an argument.
Of
all her campaigns only two stood out as being truly successful. The first was
her protest against firearms. It started off very slowly but over time and
through gathering many supporters she was able to influence society enough to
put them in the decline. Too many innocent people were falling victim to their
carnage. A ban of some sort was being set up in all the Realms and would
eventually become law. Her other successful exploit was what brought her to the
Frozen Abyss. There was a flower known as the Purple Ice Lotus that was going
extinct due to changes in the climate. The weather was getting warmer and this
particular breed grew better in the cold and shade. It was a very odd plant,
but very beautiful as well. Few other than trained herbalists knew of its
potential as a means to induce paralysis though. The Renegade certainly did
not. She was merely trying to save the plant by bringing it into the arctic
conditions of the Frozen Abyss, of which she would accomplish in the coming
years.
On
her way to Kaltbury though she ran into the most unusual of encounters. She
passed a man hidden beneath a hood with a throwing axe at his hip. That alone
was not as much a shock as was the rest of his clothes. They were covered in
blood. And if it was all his then she had no idea how he was even able to
stand, let alone walk. It must not have been his. That's the only possibility
she could conclude.
Not
letting it dampen her spirits she continued on with her journey and reached
Kaltbury without running into any other strange occurrences. There she booked a
room at what looked to be a newly refurbished Jazmin's Tavern. It was also very
empty. It must have just gone through some remodeling and all of the normal
guests hadn't returned yet. That had to be it. Pleased to find any sort of
lodging at all in a place like this she remained upbeat as she began her work.
For days on end she traveled about planting Purple Ice Lotus seeds and plants
everywhere. All she could do was hope that some of them would take off and
flourish.
When
her supplies ran out she left the frozen tundra behind to return to her first
love: breakfast in bed. It didn't matter that the bed lay behind bars. And the
guards back home were even nice enough to keep her cell vacant for her while
she was away. How sweet...
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