Marrow

Marrow

Marrow spent most of her childhood outside Eadwald in the mountains with the rest of her Barbarian tribe, until the Demons attached. No one really knows why they attached the tribe, but they fought like the battle loving barbarians they are. The battle was hard, and when the dust settled most of the tribe was gone. With it being so close to winter, it was decided that the tribe should go to Eadwald, although the walls and rules are annoying there’s safety in numbers, and you can make good money in the gladiatorial rings. Marrow ended up joining the Dimach House, house of the duel swords and has risen through the ranks quickly. Although she enjoys fighting in the ring, Marrow hasn’t forgotten about the demons and is waiting for her opportunity to get revenge for her tribe and wipe out the demons once and for all so her and her tribe can go back to the wilderness.

Marrow boldly strolled back to the Dimach bunk house. She started to remove her swords and place them on a hook next to her sleeping area. The place had about as much privacy of an open street. Theft was rare as gladiators had a honor among their own. Two other Dimach came walking into the room, Pebble and Muke. Those were not their 12th given names but that is what everyone called them. Pebble surprisingly the bolder of the two came into Marrow's eye sight from the far side of the bed, "have not seen you in the pits in a while." He looked back to his friend, they both laughed, "must be nice to walk around the city like a real Dimach, but never fight like one."

"well well if it isn't the famous duo Puke (Pebble+Muke). Not that it's any of your business but I've been on parade trying to advertise the first fight after the storm. What exactly have you done for Dimach lately?"

Roll a Persuasion: 9

Muke laughs. Pebble is not nearly as enamored by the name. Muke looks at his friend, "seems good, we have been fighting lately." Pebble cuts his friend off with a look. He shifts a little, "parades are for cowards and the infirm. which are you? If you were a real Dimach you would fight in the pits, like we do. You would put is on the line, like we do." Muke looks at his friend, "She said she was parading and amping up the name, Dimach." Pebble huffs a little, "and it looks like her charms worked on you. I hear she has been hangin out in bars with friends, doing cuts for drinks." He moves about the room a little pretending to cut people for a little drink. He tries to look a small as possible. He looks directly at Marrow, "would you like a cut from a real gladiator?"

"Thats a good impression of Muke, seems like you've been practicing for the theater guild for than for Dimach. If you like I can show you how good I am at cutting."

Roll Intimidation: 10

Muke steps back, "Pebble". Pebble face fills with rage, and steps back. At the door a small group starts to gather. Pebble draws his matching Sica, we shall see who cuts who".

This is where we will start next game. Roll for initiative.

Marrow

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Trouble in the Bunk House

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