The Short, The Bad, and the Furry
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The story of Trix the Gnome
We’ll start from the beginning like all stories do. She was born to a wealthy family most come to call “old money”. She got the best of everything, but never felt like a lady. Always running around with boys and the street kids, she kept her privileged life a secret from all her friends. Participating in petty theft to help the others eat and get warm clothes, and vandalism to pass the time. She was a risk taker and had a knack for slipping away unsuspected. Even the few times she has been captured she simply slipped her bonds and on out of the building.
Life went on like this for years. Trix improved her skills from childhood to a possible profession. When she was 14 her parents had succumb to a foreign illness they contracted from a traveling merchant that had visited their villa. They laid in bed for 3 days suffering till they stopped wheezing and all was still. On that day the city was scoured high to low in search of our little Trix to tell her the news and to get her to sign for her inheritance of a vast fortune and several properties.
She accepted the gain and set it aside to run themselves and allow the servants to stay there, while she continued her life in the slums building her own little fortune through work and personal interest. This went on for another few years. A painting here, artifact there, some gems and jewelry over there, she improved and grieved in her own way.
Shortly after turning 18 she tripped over her laces running from the authorities of another town and struck her head upon a rock. They caught up with her taking her captive. Returning her to the nobleman she wronged he ordered her to confess and pay for her crimes, but the blow to the temple robbed her of her memories and she couldn’t confess let alone give her name. Only thing she could recall was the name the street kids gave her growing up, Trix.
The nobleman was so furious with her that he had her whipped and beaten. They went as far as branding her with irons, and the poor little gnome had no idea why they were doing such horrid things to her. Her back was scarred horrifically, and her fury churned in her belly building her distaste for the wealthy. They had done just about everything to her short of rape.
She wasn’t aware of her skills or where she learned them, but used them instinctively. Once freed, she crept into the nobleman’s bedchambers. Taking a red hot poker from the fire she branded his right eye closed and held the poker to his balls commanding that he leave her be or she’ll finish the job. The tortures in his dungeons lasted over 2 weeks, and such terrors had hardened her.
She fell back into the business naturally, but adding a flare of possible assassinations on the side, despite her needing to perfect those arts. For two years she carried those marks and the only memories she had were of those dreaded two weeks of cold damp darkness and only the sounds of her own screams and her flesh being burned and torn.
Now twenty years of age shadows of her past creep into her dreams and flashes of a vision haunt her as she tries to make sense of them. This is where the Gnome, Trix, continues her life.