Status: NPC, otter merchant and former spy. Father of Risla.
Happiness had been theirs, that unforgettable day, so many years ago.
After long weeks of hesitation, he had finally gathered his courage, asked Lienne,
and she'd said yes! The joy they felt! The love they shared! Destiny was smiling
at the happy couple.
Sure, destiny was smiling, alright... with barely concealed fangs.
The night before the ceremony, Rex had celebrated in customary fashion, with his
old friends. It had been a really splendid party with a diverse and plentiful assortion
of spirits flowing in the general direction of several abdominal regions. Rex had even
undergone the last solo dive traditional ritual at the harbor. It had been a still
wet, but very warm and happy otter sitting a corner of
The Frothing Otter in
Triskellian. Back then, the inn had been a bit
less classy, but with style. Oh yes, even back then, it had style.
Ten minutes later, Rex's smile had transferred itself to a wolf holding a parchment
in front of the now desperate otter. It clearly and beyond any doubt claimed
Lienne as security payment for an old, since decades forgotten debt to the
Volrath. Lienne's parents, who had signed the
document without realizing its implications, were no longer counted among the living,
and the wolf (who was obviously of Volrath blood) had come to claim Lienne, at a
suspiciously well selected random time. Rex had been told that there was nothing that
he could do about it... unless...
"Unless" can sometimes be a terribly ugly word.
A quarter of a century later, he was still happily married to Lienne, and with
a horde of five young and wild... well, four wild and one civilized otter youngsters,
Rex was doing very well indeed. He had indeed become a spy for the Volrath, and his
extensive connections with the Rinaldi had proven very fruitful to the wolves.
They seldom bothered him, and he never ever questioned their missions and motives.
There still existed a certain legal document, safely stored somewhere in
Volrath Castle. Lienne never knew, and so
it must remain.
And now, now what? Rex is chased, hunted, without the possibility to return home.
He's tried to send a message to Lienne; to hide far away, away from the Volrath
who surely will come to claim her now. Rex doesn't know whether she is safe. He
doesn't even know whether she's alive.
But he's rescued Risla, his wild, unruly, and hopelessly
romantic daughter from the icy lupine fangs of certain death. Jeopardizing
everything that he'd been living for during the last decades, he's freed her from
the Volrath who had captured her and her friends. Naturally, it didn't take them
long to figure out whose deed that was. Now, he's in flight. He ought to be furious
at Risla's irresponsibility.
But he can't help feeling proud of her. She's fighting for what she knows is right,
and not cowardly doing the wolves' dirty works like he himself has been doing up
'til now. Rex offers a prayer to whatever deity might be listen, and continues his
combined escape and quest for his family.
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