BDO – Strat Story 1: Wednesday Morning

Here’s a little something that I want to start up tracking stories for my character, a blue eyed and blue haired elf that goes by the name Strat.

Strat’s story currently revolves around an Inn in Epheria (in Black Desert Online) where her penchant for rum lead her to an interesting group of people and a contract.

Now aside from making a meager living in trading she has her own agenda as well as doing what she can for her new found friends.

This is one part of the tale.

KunoStratForcing open eyes that really just want to stay glued shut, Strat rolls to the side. Looking around the room she realizes slowly that she must have rented a room in Olvia. She vaguely remembers The Greenie Meanie asking for a ride. Probably more to make sure that the horses made the journey safe rather than out of concern for her.

That wouldn’t bother Strat. Her fraternizing days are long over. There’s too much to get done currently. Not even the smooth talking Quartermaster could change her perspective on that note. That is if she wasn’t well aware that the meanie’s sister is currently the Quartermaster’s prime concern.

Sighing heavily, she looks over at a bag she must have dragged in from the wagon. Digging into the contents she looks for and pulls out the alchemy potion she picks up just for Wednesday mornings. It tastes terrible and barely does anything, but it’s cheap and helps with the pain. When she has to be sober anything is better than dealing with the constant aches.

While the pain has been getting better, she still wakes up sore in the morning. It’s been about 7 months since Gachi found her almost bled out on the forest floor. But at her age Strat doubts she’ll ever get back to what she was before she was injured.

The worst part is that Strat still has a price on her head. Boredom, wealth and jealousy turned out to be a very bad combination for Strat. She thought she’d loved her ex, but love wasn’t enough to keep him out of the arms of another woman. A very rich, very noble, and very possessive woman who’d levied a price on Strat’s head as soon as she found out about her.

Strat had no idea her ex had been unfaithful until she found herself alone in the forest with an assassin at her throat. She’d managed to take the man down, but not without nearly getting herself killed.

Despite all of that, Gachi had come into her life and now the Bones crew. All of which felt more like family than Strat had ever known. For a change it felt as though life wasn’t trying to kick Strat in the teeth.

Of course this terrified her because that could only mean that things were bound to go to hell sooner rather than later. That seemed to be her luck.

Strat turns as she hears footsteps on the stairs. Picking up her blade she stands next to the door. She hears two knocks then a small voice on the other side. “It’s just me.” Gachi states with an angry tone.

Strat reaches over to turn the handle and pulls the door open letting the much shorter woman into the room.

Gachi all but stomps inside. Crossing her arms she dons a stern expression and practically glares at the much taller and older ex mercenary.

“You were supposed to be back in Heidel last night.” She says angrily.

“I just wanted to leave the wagon somewhere safe.” Strat says with a disarming smile. She sheaths her blade at her back and places her hand on her hip.

“Where’s your bow?” Gachi asks “And for that matter why are you looking more like yourself than wearing that leather get up and mask you purchased?”

Grunts a little. “After recent events I’m training in some additional combat tactics. Also that leathery get up just didn’t feel like me. If someone is actually willing to take that crazy woman’s contract they’ll know where to find me and a mask isn’t going to change that.”

Looking around the meager accommodations of the Olvia Inn Gachi wrinkles her small nose and scowls slightly.

Strat chuckles softly watching the tiny ex noble. Looking over the room Strat sees her boots next to the window propped up against a convenient chair. She crosses the room, sits and begins to pull on her boots.

“Don’t tell me you slept in your clothes again.” Gachi says sighing.

Strat chuckles once more. Gachi having lead the sheltered life of a noble wouldn’t begin to fathom the experiences that shaped the odd blue haired elf.

“I did take my boots off.” Strat says with a wide smile. “Last time they charged me double for getting dirt in the bed.”

Gachi rolls her eyes at Strat, her arms still crossed. Strat chuckles and stands.

“Not that I’m not always happy to see you Gachi, but what brings you all the way out here?” Strat asks as she stands and walks over to Gachi. Standing before the much smaller woman she cocks her hip and lowers her shoulders as to not appear to loom over her.

“We have an appointment with the tailor” Gachi says angrily “He is not the kind of man you keep waiting.”

“Why would a man make dresses?” Strat asks crossing her arms.

“Because it makes a lot of silver if you’re good at it.” Gachi says matter of factly. “You’re the one that said you needed a dress, I made the arrangements.”

“I figured we’d just stop by a window shop and I could just grab something.” Strat says nonchalantly rolling her hand in a gesture indicating that Gachi is making way too much out of Strat’s request.

“Nonsense” Gachi says. “You agreed to help me get my family’s name back and I agreed to help you get the price of your head. We’ll be able to use your elven good looks to pull that off, but we won’t be able to do that while you’re wearing either your armor or a dress from a no chique boutique.”

Strat shrugs her shoulders and shifts her weight before replying. “If you say so.”

“I don’t tell you how to stab people and you don’t tell me how to, as you usually state it, be a poncy noble.” Gachi says rolling her eyes and her hand mimicking Strat’s hand gesture.

Strat chuckles. “Well if you ever need to know how to spend a night in the forest…”

Gachi cuts her off with a hand gesture. “I prefer inns.” pausing she looks over the room with her nose pinched as if she smelled something rotten. “Though not this one.”

Strat laughs as she walks over to pick up her bag from beside the bed and then back to Gachi. “It’s Olvia. There’s barely anything of note here beyond cows and grapes. They don’t even make wine here, that’s over in Velia. Why would they have a fancy inn?”

“You could have stayed in Velia then, or even Calpheon. Both have even moderately better accommodations than this.” Gachi says as she gestures toward the room. “One day Strat you might begin to appreciate the finer things in life.”

Strat smiles widely. “I already do!” She says enthusiastically as she slings the bag across over her shoulder letting it rest across her back. She begins counting on her fingers as she names them, “I enjoy Siren rum, sunrises, a good horse and wagon, oh and every day I wake up above ground.”

Gachi sighs again. “Strat that is just not fair and you know it.” Turning on her heel she begins stomping down the stairs, well as heavily as her small light frame will allow.

Chuckling Strat nods and follows Gachi. Today was likely to be a long day.







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