The Mark of Tyranny
Writing Exercise Question: Do you have a most prized possession? If so, what is it?
Adran: While I dislike the idea of owning a creature, my Inix, Tulli, would fit the bill. Raised her from a hatchling, we’d do anything for each other.
Aleyn: Hmm… my gold? It’s absolutely fascinating how much worth people place on a bit of shiny rock. Especially one so easy to… produce, when one has ties in the Elemental Chaos.
Aristes: Well, my darlin’ Kes for one. This big ole hammer for another. Oh, I got an arrow that I once accidentally parried into the skull of a thug out for my blood. Keep it as a good luck charm.
Azad: My Dagger. Think it may have been a scalpel, or torture device of some sort. Dunno, pried it from the hand of the first man I ever killed. Kept it ever since.
Betresh-Lal: This dress… The one thing left to me from a time long forgotten.
Cha’ka: Possessions are fairly meaningless. I can rebuild anything I lose, the hardest would be my Lotulis, but even that is no more than a tool.
Davion: My Marshal’s badge. Even though I left Hamanu’s service, it was in service to a greater calling. I hold onto the badge to remind myself that I fight for a greater good, not for my own desires.
Dragonborn Arena Master: My Father’s Tooth, only thing I was allowed to call my own as a child. He died when I was but a lad, but I caught his tooth as it flew from his jaw. A simple arena fight, the creature was just faster. I keep it to remind myself not to become complacent.
Elthea: This… brooch. It was a gift. The jade in it is quite… beautiful.
Harzen Scorchedskull: Hahaha! I do have a few. Mementos of my old life and the like. Sentimentality doesn’t seem to fade with the flesh vanishing. I keep them carefully hidden in plain sight though.
Moiraine: My Staff. Aside from being a powerful focus in it’s own right, it is a nice reminder of how simple it can be for bonds to break. Never trust your allies too much, they can be tomorrow’s enemies.
Mr. Bread: Well, me Crossbow, Mirabelle. Fine bit of craftwork, made by a blind Dwarven savant. One of a kind, though I see her Ballistae kicking around now. Can peg an elf’s arse to a post from a league away.
Nihlus Vor: My Bow, I suppose. Made of the finest Draji Longhorn, and strung with sinew from a Silt Horror that pulled down three of our finest trading ships. Was commissioned as a nameday present by my father.
Slice: These manacles, oddly enough. Reminds me how lucky I am to be free.