Heroine

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Mari Corde

level 30

ƒor what reason?

Age 3 years 3 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 17 thousand
Death Count 16
Wins / Losses 5 / 2
Bricks for Temple 29.3%
Pet Significant otter Cupil 15th level

Equipment

Weapon bi-sickle +33
Shield restraining order +35
Head pirate's eye patch +31
Body chain-letter mail +32
Arms handcuffs of strength +31
Legs cubic feet +37
Talisman death note +32

Skills

  • strike of the rabbit level 19
  • somersault squatting level 12
  • swear-o-matic level 11
  • forced generosity level 10
  • rays of love level 5
  • chakra bending level 1

Pantheons

Storytelling116

Achievements

  • Animalist, 3rd rank
  • Builder, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Favorite, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank
  • Renegade, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

You do not know my story quite so well

With quill and dark ink, I write now to tell.

The pains of time have changed my own soul’s sound

Who I once was, no more may she be found.


Once, the world was new and green, with people

Kind and loving, equal betwixt themselves

Children cared for. But time makes change in all.

Humans are no different. Cruel hearts

Emerg’ed from the whole. I saw them change,

Looking in their mirrors, for I am the

Goddess of Reflections. Murder was done

Before my eyes, the mirrors staining rust.

Children killing parents, parents beating

Sons. Something is wrong with this world, kindness

Falling second to cruelty, pointless rage.

I could not stand the sight of grief, but

When I tried to change what I saw unfold,

Punishment was invoked upon my head.

They closed me into my realm, helpless to

Escape, unable to communicate

Except through mirrors, gateways to my world.


And so I found my heroine one day

A century since I had been locked away,

When she looked into glass, tears on her face.

She grieved for someone I had never known.

When she saw me, sadness turned into fright.

I do not blame her; she was but mortal.

Mari Corde was the girl’s whispered name

When I asked her how I was to address her.

She heard my plight and understood my words

And took me as her Goddess, my link to

Her world. Now she travels in search of those

Who locked me into glass and water clear,

Seeking ways to break me from this prison

That I wait in still. I will be freed soon

By her hand. The reward is ours to reap:

A world to change to old ways and new peace.




I will not rest ’till Mari ends my goal

Of teaching other gods my woes

And to the world, the end of cruelties done

To the innocent, lambs in lion’s dens.

Alas, there is no other way but death

And fear wrought on those who do wrongs. I wish

There were some cleaner path to show the world

But humans fail to understand that their

Actions may have consequence, and so the

Only way to teach them is by cruel and

True example. Mari has told me her

Past, her sister dead and mother broken.

She knows not of her sister’s newborn life

Elsewhere in the world, undoing my work

With pointless death, a darkness in her heart

Ending life without true cause behind her.

One day she too shall learn from her actions,

When I am freed and may advance my cause.




Mari is but the first step to new change

To free the world from its long-stirring rage.

But the world is too large for her alone

To alter through mortal means, as legs may

Only wander so far before they fail,

And what effects are seen when only one

Fights back against injustice given to

Those who don’t deserve it? Mari needs help

In this task that I cannot give to her

Without some outside aid. And so I send

Her seeking heroes who do share my cause.

It is not an easy search, for many

Are causing pains. I will make them see

The wrongs in their held views of the world they’ve

Lived in, killed in, died and return’ed to.

-Note: Will be added to. Written entirely in iambic pentameter.