Humbling requesting review of Part 1 of the History of Bast, my character.
Above is part one of the history of Paladin's character written collaboratively.
Future parts will explain how these two met, and how the flame duck and her child figure in.
By the blessing of Luna, Bast still seems frozen forever on the cusp of womanhood and at the peek of youtful desirablity, with dark chocolate skin smooth as silk and tatooed with purest silver, firm, proud, and round in the bossom and hips, slim in the middle, with a waist that can bounce a jade coin, a grace to make a cat admit to envy, and a voice to make a golden bell weep and an imaculate monk pray at the alter of luna.
Her henpecked father Ori-Manu always did favor his slave concubine Koneko over his only wife, Ibu, for Tehkmet was a pretty girl with a tender and loving heart, whereas Ibu was a bitter hag who never forgave any of them for Ori-Manu adopting and legitimizing Bast rather than raising the girl for the collar so that Ibu could sell her to a rich man and retire in comfort when at last Oni-Maru sucumbed to the years.
Despite her love for her father and mother, her father's wife's hatred drove Bast at first into a number of defiant fits of thrill seeking, that then gave way to acompanying Great Uncle Kheperu on his adventures into the desert, seeking treasure, robbing tombs, raiding ruins, seeking knowlege, and ultimatly starting up a band of counterbandits with friends and family who grew ever richer off of plunder plundered from plunderers, while thriving with the support of Kheperu's magic.
When wored reached their camp that Ori-Manu had died, Kheperu leaped up in shock and demanded, "How can this be? Such potent potions have I regularly delivered to my nephew that he should have another hundred years of prosperity yet to thrive!"
A hundrd silk clad bandits with thrice their number in contented pleasure slaves bore down on the farm of Ori-Manu the day that all he owned was to be sold to a fat narcotics merchant, demanding with one voice that the last will and testament of Ori-Manu be read and honored.
The merchant had only 5 gaurds and in terror for his life demanded the same, and the will was brought out, still sealed. Priest of Ptah was summoned to read, and of Anubis to bear witness these simple words.
"My beloved family and friends.
"I thank you all for sharing my life with me, and apologise that I have only two gifts to give as an expression of my gratitude. Kheperu my uncle, I owe you so much, from the assurance that I am not the failure my father would style a pauper like myself to a true apreciation of the enjoyment of life to the keys to sucess that I was too poor offer my beloved progeny. Therefore I hearby will you my most valued possesion, my beloved slave concubine Sable Blossom, who is not to remove her viel 'til the will is read."
"My remaining possesions are few. I hearby will every last one of them to the church of Anubis to cover my funeral expenses on the soul condition that my wife be offered to me, collared, as a grave good. Let the collar bear these words."
'Wife. You would not obey me in life.'
'Slave. Obey me in death.'
"Those are my gifts to you, my friends, neighbors, and most of all, my family."
Sable Bloosom then removed her robe to kneel before Kheperu, now a beauty to match her own daughter, and seemingly no older than the day she'd knelt before Ori Manu and said the same words to him thanks to the potions Ori-Manu had given to her instead. "Kheperu, what my master comands me I do with pride, but also with honor and pleasure. I pray you, master, accept my submision and be the master of my heart and soul."