<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/davJBJd.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Cassidy Cane</span></strong><br/><strong>Lvl 1 Human Gunslinger/Ranger</strong>– 14 / 14<strong>HP</strong>–<strong>AC</strong>18 – Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616006)<br/><em>Bounty Hunter, Serial Drunkard, Has some kind of beef with the Hellknights</em><hr/><strong> “That’s … “</strong>Cassidy paused for a moment, her shoulders lifting as she breathed in deep, letting the breath out in a low rush,<strong>“Not an easy question for me to answer.”</strong>She finally settled on.  Dimly, she realized that she’d stopped walking.  Stiffly, mechanically, she forced herself to take a step forward, still not looking back.  Still, she raised one hand, drawing a little triangle in the air.<br/><br/><strong>“You, me, and Damira.”</strong>She said after a moment,<strong>“I always reckoned that the reason we got on so well is that we’ve got things behind us that we just can’t accept.  If you stop and dwell, it’ll eat you alive, so … you just keep moving.  You can’t outpace it though, it’s your shadow, and when the light moves a certain way, suddenly it’s in front of you again and you can’t get around it.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Maybe Mira’s further along that road.”</strong>Cassidy said with a shrug,<strong>“Maybe Sarenrae really can redeem, and Damira doesn’t talk about the old days because they’ve lost their hold on her.  You ‘n’ me though, I figure we’re a little closer together on that path … feelin’ like forgiving or forgetting would be a greater sin even than what we went through.”</strong>Cassidy’s rambling tone petered off for a bit as she shifted the way her pack sat on her back, ducking under a low branch and picking up the trailing end of her coat as she shifted through some underbrush.<br/><strong><br/>“I grew up under their ‘protection.”</strong>Cassidy spat bitterly,<strong>“I know what they’re like.  They’re not just heartless, they’re <em>cruel</em>.  A Hellknight’s ‘law’ isn’t about protection, it’s about subjugation.  They proudly emulate <em>devils</em>, wielding fear as surely as violence.”</strong><br/><strong><br/>“They killed my father.”</strong>She growled, her lip curling back before she raised her hands,<strong>“I’m sorry, their actions lead to his death.”</strong>If anything, her words seemed even more venomous at the softer words,<strong>“That’s the kind of bullshit distinction they hammer into you, like it makes a lick of difference.  ‘It’s important to be <em>precise</em> in your accusations, to ensure proper judgement’, and to ensure that clever snakes that pay their bribes never see punishment.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“The man owed money, took out a loan to fix our home.  When he couldn’t pay it back, they put him to work in the mines.  He paid off his debt, but it wasn’t enough.  While he’d been working, they’d fed him, given him a uniform, given him a bed to sleep in, that debt had to be paid back too … nevermind that the only way he could pay it back involved adding onto his bill.”</strong>She spat to the side,<strong>“They worked that man to death, and seized his family’s land to make up the outstanding debt.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Drove my mother to a whorehouse just to keep me fed and in clothes.”</strong>The leather in her gloved creaked as she clenched her fists, her cheeks hot,<strong>“And the bastards came ‘round when off duty to buy her.  To <em>remind</em> her of her place, so that she could <em>thank</em> them for the ‘privilege’ of their patronage.  They never let me forget either, counting down the birthdays ‘til I was legal.  It’s what they do, grind you down into the muck until you don’t <em>dare</em> to <em>dream</em> of resisting <em>their</em> order.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Damira found Sarenrae … well, black powder delivered me.”</strong>Cassidy said huskily,<strong>“I ain’t <em>never</em> taken a silver from a Hellknight … ran to the River Kingdoms, the biggest most lawless expanse I could find, and learned to roll with the punches.  The only thing special about my story is that I <em>got out</em>, I know plenty of folks who weren’t as lucky.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“So…”</strong>she shook with barely controlled rage,<strong>“…when I think about those thornheaded fucks putting their talons on <em>my</em> friend, passing her around and—“</strong>she bit her own bottom lip to cut herself off, her eyes clenched tight.  Blood welled up in her mouth, and she sucked down the hot, salty taste, tugging her scarf up over her nose.<br/><br/><strong>“I need to fucking <em>kill</em> something.”</strong>She said, her voice raw and animalistic.<hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> tl;dr</div><div class="spoiler_body">  - Cassidy explains how she sees her, Temudaria, and Damira's friendship.<br/>  - Tells a lovely story about her childhood.<br/>  - Resolves to kill some green skins until she feels better.</div></div>