Molly Farquar was svelte girl with generous curves and a sweet, but defiant, personality. She had a narrow waist but wide hips that wriggled when she walked and a plush, pillowy bosom. Yet, although she was a sexy blonde with a full figure and pouting red lips, she also had flashing red eyes and a few other accessories that made her stand out from the crowd and hug the shadows for protection.
Molly's earliest memories were of being cold, hungry, alone and unwanted. It seemed likely that she was a tiefling throwback. That is that the fiendish blood of her ancestors had skipped the last several generations only to shown up strongly in herself, much to the shock of her natural parents who denied any such heritage. When her horns and tail had started to grow in, the girl had been cast out as a changeling to die forgotten on the streets.
Instead the starving urchin been found by a group of kind hearted harlots and taken in. She'd been fed and clothed by Julie Farquar, then given a home and a new name. It had been a happy time growing up under the fosterage of a proud woman making her way in a cruel world as best she could. However, as she grew of age, Molly'd come to the realisation that while Julie had always treated her like a daughter, it was as a daughter she expected to become a harlot like herself.
When Molly's new mother had started to grow ill from harsh living, she'd expected her daughter to start earning her keep for them both. Dressed in sexy clothes, Molly had hit the streets at age thirteen to repay her debt of gratitude and would be forever classed as a harlot. However, instead of plying the trade as expected, she'd fallen in with a party of adventurers due to a slight misunderstanding of the terms "party" and "I'll do anything for money". During that harrowing first adventure Molly had discovered the other side of her heritage; a talent for music and magic and an acceptance among the social misfits on the road.
Despite it all, the label of harlot followed her around like a bad smell. Between that and her tiefling traits she found that plenty of guys, and a few girls, were willing to share her bed covers for a few hours, but none were interested in sharing her life. Although her otherworldly appearance often attracted appreciative interest, it only lasted until the strange sense of wrongness about her drove them away after a short while. Somehow, because of that inability to maintain a lasting relationship, she’d acquired a reputation for loose morals. She wanted commitment and romance, but would settle for a little respect and genuine affection.
The only friends she'd ever managed to keep were her Shadows; Eve and Dawn, whose very presence often tended to make the bad situation worse.
The Kingdom of Rangard had seemed like a chance to start afresh, but somehow her undeserved reputation had followed her even there. Still, her skills as a bard and shadow-dancer earned her a respectable place in the palace guard, despite the fact that she was often mistaken for a mere courtesan.
Then she'd spotted Ranma's hot 'bod' practicing in a courtyard and decided that, before she knew who he was and even as young as he was, he was ever oh, so her type. Everything she learned about him since had only reinforced that first impression. With a kind heart and an amazing tolerance for strangeness, as well as being ever so gifted and talented, he could just be worth waiting for.
In the mean time she planned to do what she could to strengthen her position, see about discouraging those she saw as rivals and befriending those she saw as potential allies. Which attitude put her at odds with Mira, whom she placed in the 'rival' category, and made her very protective of Tarre, whom she considered a kindred spirit but didn't take seriously as a possible contender. And breaking off to hold an shouting match in the middle of the battle provided a handy distraction for Desiree, Delilah and Deborah, the triple 'Dee' sisters to do there subtle worst.
It seemed obvious that the smallest dragon was the weakest link. Her attempts to be a ferocious beast had been really feeble, though certainly enough to work on the already terrified goblins. Shaken as she was, they figured that the black dragon couldn't be that willing to help the side of light, despite the fact that two of the princely human's monstrous cohorts seemed oddly protective of such an the evil beast. Besides, turning young dragon back to the dark side would be a feather in their cap, but using her to get their hooks into at a boy hero would really earn them bonus points in Dispater's book. So they'd insinuated themselves among the slaves being released, cowered like the rest until they were in range, then each leveled a smoldering gaze at Tarre. Their charm monster attack wasn't quite as powerful as their ability to charm humanoids, they expected little difficulty in convincing the big bad monster to help save their 'helpless' selves.
Narkberk, meanwhile, watched in growing fury from the shadows inside the hull of the wrecked spelljammer while a mere human boy scattered his followers, albeit with the help of dragons and undead assassins, then freed his captives. How was he supposed to mine iron and make proper sacrifices to his dread lord without his hard earned property? And where had his own allies disappeared to after he'd released them to wreck havoc? He knew they weren't much on direct confrontation, but they should have been doing something.
Still, the uncertainty of the true situation held himself back from stepping forth in challenge; that was it - honestly. He'd pegged the boy and his silver dragon ally as self-righteous champions of light right from the first, but the emergence of the black dragon and the arrival of the undead confused the issue. Still, whether one of those sickeningly holier-than-thou heroes or just another villain out to crush a rival before he could establish himself, the boy was ruining his operation. Something had to be done and it seemed that he couldn’t send an erinyes to do a disciple's job!
(Posted Sat, 04 Jan 2003 10:30)
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