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Slums: The Saga Of The Downtrodden

By: Sistermarie

The early morning frost bit deep into the young girl’s fragile figure. A chilling wind burned

her face a bright red as she pulled the tattered tunic in close trying to hide from the

winter’s cold edge. Down the alley she could hear the jolly laugh of a deep voiced man; her

thoughts strayed wondering if that is what her father might have sounded like. The bright yet

unwarming sun had began to crest the tops of Altdorf's buildings bringing a smile to her face.

She had lived through yet another night, soon the church bells would ring a glorious cacophony

meaning she could find shelter in Sigmar's temple. Friar McDulgan would surely have a cup of

warm grog to wet her parched throat.
Marie was not yet old enough to enter the convent and devote her life to Sigmar, but already

she knew every hymn by heart. Without the ability to read it had been difficult, but the girl

had spent every possible moment in the chapel absorbing every bit of knowledge available.

Orphaned at birth Marie had nowhere else to turn but faith, it had kept her warm while

committing the horrible crimes against the soul required of survival. By day Marie devoted her

time to the service of the church, helping others and hiding in corners while men disputed

religion, a subject not fit for young girls and especially orphans with no standing in the

world. When night fell and the chapel doors closed she did what was necessary to survive the

cruel darkness of the slums. Once in a while charity would smile on her and in one form or

another, she would find herself in the warm comforts of another’s home though more often than

not the cold cobblestone alleyway was where she laid her head to rest.
Marie’s half starved form was a pitiful site, the scant clothing she wore was filthy and

wreaked of waste, her hair a stark white and butchered to shortness. She did not own shoes and

it could be easily seen that frost bite had ravaged her feet on more than one occasion. Marie

despised the fact she had been born a female and did everything in her power to hide the fact.

Not yet 13 summers old most would find the fact she had survived this long on her own nothing

short of a miracle. This world was a cruel place for even those who had the means to make it

day to day, but Marie’s strong will and determination to persevere kept her alive for better or

worse. Each night she prayed Sigmar would give her the ability and tools to purge this world of

the evil that had become so rampant in every nook and cranny of her petty existence.
When not praying or eavesdropping on the clergy she would sneak into the war quarters

observing the rigorous training exercises of those preparing to leave for the war against chaos

and the oncoming green hordes. She would become one of those brave enough to take the fight to

the "great enemy". Marie would except nothing less, this would be her destiny and none could

sway her otherwise...

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