The words of Agarithil still gave her chills, making Tarna uneasy about her choice to board at the inn. She was still a little worried about returning to her room, not knowing who would be watching or what type of character they might be. In answer to this growing concern Tarna decided to take a walk about the town, thinking about trying to find herself a different living arrangement. True, she could bunk down with the May Queen crew. But she was unsure how long the crew would stay in RhyDin and she was even less sure that, should they leave, she'd go with them. A place of her own? It was the first time she considered such a thing. Tarna gave a sad smile, it was a foolish thought. As a child her father had traveled with her from place to place... and after that... there was the curse.
The curse had been placed on Tarna as a seven-year-old child. It was punishment for her father's betrayal to a village. He had promised to get them a medicine that would cure a sleeping sickness that had taken a large number of the villagers already. But once the medicine was procured, he sold it to a man who offered him more than the villagers could. When they learned of his actions the village sent out three men to hunt him down. Tarna was with her father when the men found him and they took them both back to the village for retribution. It was late night, Tarna and her father were brought forth before a gathering of those that were left. The Chief and Dark Priest headed the group.
The Chief wanted her father?s death as payment for those that died without the medicine, but the Dark Priest saw something that gave him pause. Tarna had the Gift, untapped and untried. He whispered in the ear of the Chief and with a nod it was decided. The girl would pay for the father?s sin and her gift would be her chains. The curse was laid, for Tarna could not ignore those who asked for ?help.? And then they asked her for help, to find the cure for the sickness that was killing their people.
It was a cruel price to ask of a young girl and foolish. For as Tarna traveled to find a cure and learn what she could of her powers, the curse kept her constantly bound to the pleas of others. It was six years later before Tarna could return to the people who had curse her for a cure. When she came upon their land nothing remained but memories, no people to cure, no one to lift the curse from her. It had been a hard life for her. The hardest when she was unable to heal or cure a sickness and the person in its grasp merely begged to be released from the pain. By the time Tarna came to RhyDin she had never kissed a man, but she had killed many at their behest.
Her father was gone, dead the past three years after his heart gave out. But her estranged mother was somewhere out in the world? one of them. Tarna had gone everywhere she could, finding people who knew her mother and trying to find some trail that would lead to Trifter. Tarna was determined to make the woman help her, but every time she felt close the curse would pull her off the trail. Finally she found her way to RhyDin but even the dark woman Raven DeNamar, a caregiver to Trifter as a child, could not help. It was with these thoughts on her mind that Tarna approached the RhyDin bulletin board.
?Seek and you shall find??
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The curse had been placed on Tarna as a seven-year-old child. It was punishment for her father's betrayal to a village. He had promised to get them a medicine that would cure a sleeping sickness that had taken a large number of the villagers already. But once the medicine was procured, he sold it to a man who offered him more than the villagers could. When they learned of his actions the village sent out three men to hunt him down. Tarna was with her father when the men found him and they took them both back to the village for retribution. It was late night, Tarna and her father were brought forth before a gathering of those that were left. The Chief and Dark Priest headed the group.
The Chief wanted her father?s death as payment for those that died without the medicine, but the Dark Priest saw something that gave him pause. Tarna had the Gift, untapped and untried. He whispered in the ear of the Chief and with a nod it was decided. The girl would pay for the father?s sin and her gift would be her chains. The curse was laid, for Tarna could not ignore those who asked for ?help.? And then they asked her for help, to find the cure for the sickness that was killing their people.
It was a cruel price to ask of a young girl and foolish. For as Tarna traveled to find a cure and learn what she could of her powers, the curse kept her constantly bound to the pleas of others. It was six years later before Tarna could return to the people who had curse her for a cure. When she came upon their land nothing remained but memories, no people to cure, no one to lift the curse from her. It had been a hard life for her. The hardest when she was unable to heal or cure a sickness and the person in its grasp merely begged to be released from the pain. By the time Tarna came to RhyDin she had never kissed a man, but she had killed many at their behest.
Her father was gone, dead the past three years after his heart gave out. But her estranged mother was somewhere out in the world? one of them. Tarna had gone everywhere she could, finding people who knew her mother and trying to find some trail that would lead to Trifter. Tarna was determined to make the woman help her, but every time she felt close the curse would pull her off the trail. Finally she found her way to RhyDin but even the dark woman Raven DeNamar, a caregiver to Trifter as a child, could not help. It was with these thoughts on her mind that Tarna approached the RhyDin bulletin board.
?Seek and you shall find??
(http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=8793)