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'''Active [[Player|Player Character]] Count: 48'''<br />
{| class="wikitable sortable"<br />
|+<br />
!PC Name<br />
![[List of Quelmar Races (DDWN)|Origin]]<br />
![[Class#DDWN Classes|Class]]<br />
!Background<br />
!Player<br />
!Status<br />
![[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|Bastion]]<br />
!Level<br />
![[The Fantasial Freeze#Wiki SP|Wiki Word Count/WSP]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaxzo'Ilan]]<br />
|[[Drow]] [[Dhampir (Player Race)|(Dhampir)]]<br />
|[[Druid]]<br />
|Priest<br />
|Jacob<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|6<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[One|"Countdown"]]<br />
|[[Human]]<br />
|[[Accursed|Hexblade]]<br />
|Peasant<br />
|Josh<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|7<br />
|'''<u>10000/16</u>'''<br />
|-<br />
|[[Quimbleton|Quimbleton Fiddleford]]<br />
|[[Human]]<br />
|[[Wizard]]<br />
|Scholar<br />
|Caulden<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|6<br />
|'''<u>10000/16</u>'''<br />
|-<br />
|[[Clover Softpaw|Clover]]<br />
|[[Harengon]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|Hunter<br />
|Jenelle<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|1014/1<br />
|-<br />
|[[Clementine|Clementine Kiyoni]]<br />
|[[Birdhag]]<br />
|[[Bard]]/[[High Mage]]<br />
|Performer<br />
|Bill<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|7<br />
|4879/7<br />
|-<br />
|[[Luv]]<br />
|[[Changeling]]<br />
|[[Lacer]]/[[Healer]]<br />
|Courtesan<br />
|Ian<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|7<br />
|'''<u>10000/16</u>'''<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tessa Night|Tessa]]<br />
|[[Human]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|Hunter<br />
|Christina<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"The C3"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|1776/2<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ravii]]<br />
|[[Choeru]]<br />
|[[Accursed]]/[[Duelist]]<br />
|???<br />
|Rachael<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"The C3"]]''<br />
|7<br />
|2061/3<br />
|-<br />
|[[Cecil Alaxorsa|Alsace LaCroix]]<br />
|[[Dhampir]]<br />
|Champion/[[Duelist]]<br />
|Chef<br />
|Caulden<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|'''<u>10000/16</u>'''<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kludzu]]<br />
|[[Goliath]]<br />
|[[Druid]]<br />
|Criminal<br />
|Ryan<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|2455/3<br />
|-<br />
|[[Cavii Kero|Cavii]]<br />
|[[Choeru]]<br />
|[[Mystic]]<br />
|Scholar<br />
|Victoria<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"The C3"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|653/1<br />
|-<br />
|[[Osric]]<br />
|[[Shifter]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|???<br />
|Taylor<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|1041/1<br />
|-<br />
|[[Cecilia]]<br />
|[[Otomo]]<br />
|[[Beastmaster]]<br />
|Performer<br />
|Sadie<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|1953/3<br />
|-<br />
|[[Red (Fantasial Freeze)|Red]]<br />
|[[Harengon]]<br />
|[[Rogue]]<br />
|Performer<br />
|Emmett<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|6<br />
|1744/2<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ben]]<br />
|[[Dragonborn]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|Priest<br />
|Andrew<br />
|'''Ghost'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"The C3"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|1569/2<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ben|Sven]]<br />
|[[Dragonborn]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|Priest<br />
|Andrew<br />
|'''A̸͍͠ͅḻ̶̠̌͘i̵̝͕͌̚v̴̪͓͂͂e̷̲̹͋'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"The C3"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|1569/2<br />
|-<br />
|[[Oswald]]<br />
|[[Choeru]]<br />
|[[Paladin]]<br />
|Soldier<br />
|Matt<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|[[Davenwood]]<br />
|6<br />
|1316/2<br />
|-<br />
|[[Takeshi]]<br />
|[[Kitsune]]<br />
|[[Expert]]<br />
|Wanderer<br />
|Dawn<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"The C3"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Mundy]]<br />
|[[Choeru]]<br />
|[[Barbarian]]<br />
|Noble<br />
|Nathan<br />
|'''Ghost'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Gale]]<br />
|[[Elf]]<br />
|[[Expert]]<br />
|Physician<br />
|Kate<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|943/1<br />
|-<br />
|[[Farmer Lyell]]<br />
|Human<br />
|[[Fighter]]<br />
|Farmer<br />
|Jordan<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Enrik]]<br />
|[[Goliath]]<br />
|[[Champion|Champion/Expert]]<br />
|Artisan<br />
|Thomas<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|'''<u>10000/16</u>'''<br />
|-<br />
|[[Dak]]<br />
|[[Aarakocra]]<br />
|[[Mystic]]<br />
|Sailor<br />
|Riley<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Yuki]]<br />
|[[Kitsune]]<br />
|[[Druid]]<br />
|Artisan<br />
|Bri<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|1921/3<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sameera]]<br />
|[[Genasi]]<br />
|[[Lacer]]<br />
|Artisan<br />
|Sabi<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|150/0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Farlander]]<br />
|[[Gnome]]<br />
|[[Rogue]]<br />
|Wanderer<br />
|McKenzie<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|5<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[My Neighbor Craig]]<br />
|[[Changeling]]<br />
|[[Mystic]]<br />
|Nomad<br />
|Mickaylee<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"The C3"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jollyfist Burnale]]<br />
|Dwarf<br />
|Fighter<br />
|???<br />
|Tinka<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|424/0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Dr Burdock]]<br />
|[[Harengon]]<br />
|[[Necromancer]]<br />
|Physician<br />
|Ryan<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|2455/3<br />
|-<br />
|[[Rook]]<br />
|[[Half-Elf]]<br />
|[[Cleric]]<br />
|Wanderer<br />
|Will<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[En]]<br />
|[[Changeling]]<br />
|Skinshifter/Expert<br />
|Artisan<br />
|Link<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|None<br />
|4<br />
|'''<u>10000/16</u>'''<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fären]]<br />
|[[Half-Elf]]<br />
|[[Rogue]]<br />
|Criminal<br />
|Link<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|None<br />
|4<br />
|'''<u>10000/16</u>'''<br />
|-<br />
|[[Isabelle]]<br />
|[[Shifter]]<br />
|[[Cleric]]<br />
|Priest<br />
|Trig<br />
|'''A̸͍͠ͅḻ̶̠̌͘i̵̝͕͌̚v̴̪͓͂͂e̷̲̹͋'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|5<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Cranston]]<br />
|[[Gnome]]<br />
|[[Warlock]]<br />
|Wanderer<br />
|Taylor E<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|4<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Freida]]<br />
|[[Dragonborn]]<br />
|[[Ranger]]<br />
|Sailor<br />
|Rae<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Alcordyn]]<br />
|[[Shifter]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|Courtesan<br />
|Niko<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Gaul]]<br />
|[[Goliath]]<br />
|???<br />
|???<br />
|Nico<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kip]]<br />
|[[Kitsune]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|Courtesan<br />
|Manny<br />
|'''Ghost'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Quiver]]<br />
|[[Tanuki]]<br />
|[[Ranger]]<br />
|Thug<br />
|Cassandra<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Eldwintinaflial Blankedfeld|Eldwintinaflial]]<br />
|[[Genasi]]<br />
|[[Rogue]]<br />
|Noble<br />
|Ben<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jenny Kaboom]]<br />
|[[Harengon]]<br />
|[[Merchant]]/[[Alchemist]]<br />
|Merchant<br />
|Jackson<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Horizon]]<br />
|???<br />
|[[Vowed]]<br />
|???<br />
|Adam<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|7<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Savile]]<br />
|[[Kitsune]]<br />
|[[Expert]]/[[Merchant]]<br />
|Scholar<br />
|Rachael<br />
|'''A̸͍͠ͅḻ̶̠̌͘i̵̝͕͌̚v̴̪͓͂͂e̷̲̹͋'''<br />
|????<br />
|10<br />
|2061/3<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kara]]<br />
|[[Kitsune]]<br />
|[[Lacer]]<br />
|Courtesan<br />
|Adam<br />
|'''A̸͍͠ͅḻ̶̠̌͘i̵̝͕͌̚v̴̪͓͂͂e̷̲̹͋'''<br />
|????<br />
|10<br />
|1636/2<br />
|-<br />
|[[Lairus]]<br />
|[[Changeling]]<br />
|[[Mystic]]<br />
|Performer<br />
|Taylor<br />
|'''A̸͍͠ͅḻ̶̠̌͘i̵̝͕͌̚v̴̪͓͂͂e̷̲̹͋'''<br />
|????<br />
|3<br />
|204/0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Gustafar]]<br />
|[[Dragonborn]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|Priest<br />
|Andrew<br />
|'''A̸͍͠ͅḻ̶̠̌͘i̵̝͕͌̚v̴̪͓͂͂e̷̲̹͋'''<br />
|????<br />
|10<br />
|1569/2<br />
|-<br />
|[[Yoko]]<br />
|[[Tanuki]]<br />
|[[Rogue]]<br />
|Peasant<br />
|Casper<br />
|'''A̸͍͠ͅḻ̶̠̌͘i̵̝͕͌̚v̴̪͓͂͂e̷̲̹͋'''<br />
|????<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Adebimpe]]<br />
|[[Kitsune]]<br />
|[[Bard]]<br />
|Performer<br />
|Isaac<br />
|'''A̸͍͠ͅḻ̶̠̌͘i̵̝͕͌̚v̴̪͓͂͂e̷̲̹͋'''<br />
|????<br />
|4<br />
|0<br />
|}<br />
'''Retired Player Character Count: 14'''<br />
{| class="wikitable sortable"<br />
!'''PC Name'''<br />
![[List of Quelmar Races (DDWN)|'''Origin''']]<br />
![[Class#DDWN Classes|'''Class''']]<br />
!'''Background'''<br />
!'''Player'''<br />
!'''Status'''<br />
![[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|'''Bastion''']]<br />
!'''Level'''<br />
![[The Fantasial Freeze#Wiki SP|'''Wiki Word Count/WSP''']]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Asími]]<br />
|[[Elric|Elf]]<br />
|[[Sorcerer]]<br />
|Artisan<br />
|Billy<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Viralyn Kiyoni]]<br />
|[[Dhampir]]<br />
|[[Accursed]]/[[Champion]]<br />
|Noble<br />
|Bill<br />
|'''Missing'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|6<br />
|4879/7<br />
|-<br />
|[[Thimbol]]<br />
|[[Gnome]]<br />
|[[Wizard]]<br />
|Artisan<br />
|Jordan<br />
|'''Dead'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Balabag"]]''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Eltolinde Lykaios|Eltolinde]]<br />
|[[Kitsune]]<br />
|[[Lacer]]<br />
|Performer<br />
|Sadie<br />
|'''Retired'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|4<br />
|1953/3<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ramad Shadewalk|Ramad]]<br />
|[[Genasi]]<br />
|[[Mystic]]<br />
|Nomad<br />
|Tinka<br />
|'''Dead'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"The C3"]]''<br />
|2<br />
|424/0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fridtjof]]<br />
|[[Goliath]]<br />
|[[Expert]]<br />
|Wanderer<br />
|[[Paul]]<br />
|'''Missing'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Annabelle]]<br />
|[[Human]]<br />
|[[Monk]]<br />
|Priest<br />
|Sadie<br />
|'''Retired'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|3<br />
|1953/3<br />
|-<br />
|[[Rosamund]]<br />
|[[Aarakocra]]<br />
|[[Mystic]]<br />
|Wanderer<br />
|Elora<br />
|'''Missing'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|2<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Mr. Putney]]<br />
|[[Drow]]<br />
|[[Slayer]]<br />
|Wanderer<br />
|Jay<br />
|'''Missing'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|2<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Silent Wind]]<br />
|[[Aarakocra]]<br />
|[[Sorcerer]]<br />
|Nomad<br />
|Carter<br />
|'''Dead'''<br />
|''[[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|"Bitchhouse"]]''<br />
|3<br />
|0<br />
|-<br />
|[[Caul Davre]]<br />
|Corpse-Stitched<br />
|Necromancer<br />
|???<br />
|Ian<br />
|'''Alive'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|6<br />
|'''<u>10000/16</u>'''<br />
|-<br />
|Dremaria<br />
|[[Half-Elf]]<br />
|[[Barbarian]]<br />
|Thug<br />
|Christine<br />
|'''Dead'''<br />
|''Unknown''<br />
|2<br />
|0<br />
|}</center><br />
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[[Category:Fantasial Freeze]]</div>Friendhelperhttps://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Caul_Davre&diff=40220Caul Davre2025-07-13T19:41:57Z<p>Friendhelper: /* 1st Year */</p>
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<div>{{DISPLAYTITLE:Caul Davre (a.k.a. The Gorilla)}}<br />
{{Infobox_character|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=PastCaul.png|caption=Caul Davre's human form before he became...something new.|alias="Caul Barróg" ; "Caul Davre" ; "Rask" ; "Morris Cobb" ; "The Monkey/Ape/Gorilla"|species=Orange Gorilla-Monster (former Human)|height=12' 3" (ape) 5' 2" (human)|weight=568lbs (ape) 127lbs (human)}}<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} (a.k.a. The Gorilla) '''is a former human, now Gorilla-creation, who was a student of [[Quimbleton|Quimbleton Fiddleford]] at '''[[University of Xyrneiros]]'''<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
Vicious, huge, orange gorilla covered in stitchings of all different kinds of living tissue. <br />
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His head is covered in a crown of eyes from an unknowable amount of animals <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Caul Davre, being the product of Corpse-Stitching is a body shared by three beings/personalities: <br />
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<u>Caul Barróg</u>: This is Caul's most human self. He is fiercely protective of friends, more diplomatic of the three personalities, inquisitive, focused on his goals, and merciful. <br />
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<u>Rask:</u> This is Caul's most animalistic self. He is a simple-minded personality (like that of a child), easy to frighten, and anger (when cornered). Though the simple-mindedness does allow others to get closer to him if they prove to be kind. He is TERRIFIED of raging water. <br />
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<u>Morris:</u> This is Caul's most demented self. Morris is when the ape is most out of control. Morris views this body as a prison and will take his rage out on anyone nearby when he is active. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Caul Davre began his life as an orphan named "Caul Barróg". He has very faint recollection of what happened to his parents; just that what he needed to do was '''survive'''. Over the years of stealing what he needed, getting into fights, and taking on jobs no-one else would want, Caul managed to befriend a lone ape by the name of '''Rask.''' Fiercly loyal and protective of the other, the two were inseperable and very quickly grew into their own form of found family. <br />
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The rough years on the streets quickly took their toll on the two of them and Caul knew they needed a way out; which is where the [[University of Xyrneiros|University]] came in. Caul had stolen enough books over time that he felt confident enough to apply and get in so that they could not only have a home; but also have a potential path forward. He was right in this belief as he successfully got in on his first try and studied his first year under the tutelage of [[Quimbleton|Professor Quimbleton]].<br />
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=== 1st Year ===<br />
During the first month of 1st Year, Caul and Rask were on a hike where they stumbled upon a terrifying muscular visage standing atop a tower overlooking the animal sanctuary. Caul got closer to this beast and swore he saw the face of his fellow classmate [[Anodin]] looking right back at him. Freaked out by this discovery, Caul & Rask sprinted back to the safety of their dorm.<br />
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<br />
<br />
At Prof. Quimbleton's next office hours, Caul and fellow classmate [[Deara]], discussed the wonders of folklore with the Professor. Caul was desperately hoping to have some sort of explanation behind what he saw when suddenly Anodin strolled right into the very same room. Stunned into minimal conversation, Caul waited till Professor Quimbleton left the room before he accused Anodin of being the same creature he saw lurking atop the tower. Anodin intially tried to dissuade Caul from this accusation, but Caul did not budge and Anodin was forced to reveal that it indeed was him. Anodin showed off his <u>octopus-like tendril arms</u> and while Deara was fascinated by them, Caul was immediately put off. Though this anger was quickly doused when Anodin asked "Would you feel better if you hit me?"; Caul knew that he did not want to go back to that life and immediately felt a sorrow for the way he judged Anodin. He apologized and Anodin offered to share his research on animals with Caul so that they could better understand how Rask is doing and so that Deara can know more about the wonderful abilities she was seeing. The three decided to form their own little study group.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The Group meets up at the empty medical study of the University and attempt to better understand the process that Anodin is working with. In this process they are quickly caught by Professor Arden Wesin. Arden sees their talents and decides to take them under their wing so he can teach them the process of "[[Corpse-Stitching]]".<br />
<br />
1st Year continues and ends well with the group growing closer together through hours of studying, playing, laughing, and protecting eachother when necessary. One moment where this shined was when classmate '''<u>Morris</u>''' tried to destroy a project that Anodin created and Caul quickly pushed him away in defense of Anodin; making himself Morris' new target. This came to a head when Morris ambushed Caul & Rask on their hike and threw Rask into a raging river, where he nearly drowned before Caul saved him. Deara and Anodin did their best to help nurse Rask back to full health, but he never truly was the same joyful & active ape after that. <br />
<br />
((going to reformat this following section more but just want to put in the relevant info))<br />
<br />
=== 2nd Year ===<br />
Over the “summer” everyone tries to solve the problem of “Morris” their own way. Deara tries to expel him and is unable. Caul tries to fight Morris on the Wharf, and gets knocked out in the fight. Morris attempts to kill Rask but is taken a hold by Anodin and is thrown all around and torn about. Deara witnesses it all. Rask is dying due to Morris' attack. Anodin performs an operation and saves Rask by transplanting Morris’ heart. Morris dies. Deara is disheartened by this use of another living being . <br />
<br />
Anodin uses his nerves to puppet Morris' body and make him live out a full day and then commit suicide to hide the death.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul wakes up and finds our Anodin performed surgery on Rask and put in Morris’ heart in Rask. Caul is FURIOUS and yells at everyone but is also torn and thankful for Rask being saved. Caul slowly dips away from the group over the 2nd Year.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul is comforted by Quimbleton and accidentally lets slip a bit of stuff revolving Morris’ death and Rask’s survival which makes Quimbleton a bit suspicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
Anodin drops out of school the 2nd Year to pursue further studies under the tutelage of Prof. Arden.<br />
<br />
=== 3rd Year ===<br />
Caul and Deara make peace again after reminiscing and apologies and they study together again<br />
<br />
Deara does some blood tattoo magic on Caul to help spread knowledge to help him pass (he agrees so he can pass classes and keep Rask fed)<br />
<br />
Deara and Caul are meeting with Quimbleton when Rask’ body starts over reacting (his heart is too small for body and is dying). But Quimbleton thinks his smoke started an overreaction. <br />
<br />
Caul panics and meets up with Anodin, apologizes and begs him to fix Rask. It is revealed that he can’t safely keep Rask alive in the body in this way. It is decided that Caul will sacrifice his body and mind to merge the two together to create '''<u>THE GORILLA</u>'''. It is successful but now Caul is a mixture of Caul, Rask, & Morris. Three distinct personalities. He “drops” out of school but now lives life as The Gorilla and roams the hidden halls underneath the school. Anodin put a nerve inside of Caul and makes it so that he can always check up on The Gorilla.<br />
<br />
=== 4th Year ===<br />
The original group continuously meet up<br />
<br />
Eventually Deara learns about '''<u>Paraska Manor</u>''' and wants to go. The three decide to go but Quimbleton stumbles upon them. He tries to take them in to jail, but his magic is continuously countered by Deara's superior knowledge of magic (thanks to corpse-stitching / blood memories)<br />
<br />
Deara and Anodin think they have to kill Quimbleton, Caul dissuades them and they decide to bring him to a bar, pour absinthe on him to make him appear drunk. When Caul drops him off, he says '''''“Quimbleton, It’s not your time."''''', this forever associates '''<u>The Gorilla/Monkey/Ape with Quimbleton whenever he drinks.</u>'''<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
<br />
* Giant Gorilla Strength: Caul Davre is a giant gorilla, he is strong and will very quickly put heavy damage into those he deems a threat<br />
* Protective Presence: Thanks to his time at The University, Caul has access to protective magic for his friends (shield, bless, mage armor, counter-spell, etc.)<br />
* Crown Of Eyes: Due continual corpse stitching, Caul's head is covered in a crown of eyes that let's him sense danger in a 360 degree field of view. Good luck sneaking up on him.<br />
* Morris' Fury: Caul can fly into a violent rage if someone threatens "Rask" or if Morris takes control of the body. Friend or foe should keep away when this happens.<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
<br />
* Sharp Gorilla Claws<br />
* BIG Gorilla Fists<br />
* Protective magic<br />
* Basic combat magic proficiency.<br />
<br />
[[Category:Player Characters]]<br />
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<div>{{DISPLAYTITLE:Caul Davre (a.k.a. The Gorilla)}}<br />
{{Infobox_character|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=PastCaul.png|caption=Caul Davre's human form before he became...something new.|alias="Caul Barróg" ; "Caul Davre" ; "Rask" ; "Morris Cobb" ; "The Monkey/Ape/Gorilla"|species=Orange Gorilla-Monster (former Human)|height=12' 3" (ape) 5' 2" (human)|weight=568lbs (ape) 127lbs (human)}}<br />
<br />
'''{{PAGENAME}} (a.k.a. The Gorilla) '''is a former human, now Gorilla-creation, who was a student of [[Quimbleton|Quimbleton Fiddleford]] at '''[[University of Xyrneiros]]'''<br />
<br />
== Physical Appearance ==<br />
Vicious, huge, orange gorilla covered in stitchings of all different kinds of living tissue. <br />
<br />
His head is covered in a crown of eyes from an unknowable amount of animals <br />
<br />
== Personality ==<br />
Caul Davre, being the product of Corpse-Stitching is a body shared by three beings/personalities: <br />
<br />
<u>Caul Barróg</u>: This is Caul's most human self. He is fiercely protective of friends, more diplomatic of the three personalities, inquisitive, focused on his goals, and merciful. <br />
<br />
<u>Rask:</u> This is Caul's most animalistic self. He is a simple-minded personality (like that of a child), easy to frighten, and anger (when cornered). Though the simple-mindedness does allow others to get closer to him if they prove to be kind. He is TERRIFIED of raging water. <br />
<br />
<u>Morris:</u> This is Caul's most demented self. Morris is when the ape is most out of control. Morris views this body as a prison and will take his rage out on anyone nearby when he is active. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
Caul Davre began his life as an orphan named "Caul Barróg". He has very faint recollection of what happened to his parents; just that what he needed to do was '''survive'''. Over the years of stealing what he needed, getting into fights, and taking on jobs no-one else would want, Caul managed to befriend a lone ape by the name of '''Rask.''' Fiercly loyal and protective of the other, the two were inseperable and very quickly grew into their own form of found family. <br />
<br />
<br />
The rough years on the streets quickly took their toll on the two of them and Caul knew they needed a way out; which is where the [[University of Xyrneiros|University]] came in. Caul had stolen enough books over time that he felt confident enough to apply and get in so that they could not only have a home; but also have a potential path forward. He was right in this belief as he successfully got in on his first try and studied his first year under the tutelage of [[Quimbleton|Professor Quimbleton]].<br />
<br />
=== 1st Year ===<br />
During the first month of 1st Year, Caul and Rask were on a hike where they stumbled upon a terrifying muscular visage standing atop a tower overlooking the animal sanctuary. Caul got closer to this beast and swore he saw the face of his fellow classmate [[Anodin]] looking right back at him. Freaked out by this discovery, Caul & Rask sprinted back to the safety of their dorm.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
At Prof. Quimbleton's next office hours, Caul and fellow classmate [[Deara]], discussed the wonders of folklore with the Professor. Caul was desperately hoping to have some sort of explanation behind what he saw when suddenly Anodin strolled right into the very same room. Stunned into minimal conversation, Caul waited till Professor Quimbleton left the room before he accused Anodin of being the same creature he saw lurking atop the tower. Anodin intially tried to dissuade Caul from this accusation, but Caul did not budge and Anodin was forced to reveal that it indeed was him. Anodin showed off his <u>octopus-like tendril arms</u> and while Deara was fascinated by them, Caul was immediately put off. Though this anger was quickly doused when Anodin asked "Would you feel better if you hit me?"; Caul knew that he did not want to go back to that life and immediately felt a sorrow for the way he judged Anodin. He apologized and Anodin offered to share his research on animals with Caul so that they could better understand how Rask is doing and so that Deara can know more about the wonderful abilities she was seeing. The three decided to form their own little study group.<br />
<br />
<br />
The Group meets up at the empty medical study of the University and attempt to better understand the process that Anodin is working with. In this process they are quickly caught by Professor Arden Wesin. Arden sees their talents and decides to take them under their wing so he can teach them the process of "Corpse-Stitching".<br />
<br />
1st Year continues and ends well with the group growing closer together through hours of studying, playing, laughing, and protecting eachother when necessary. One moment where this shined was when classmate '''<u>Morris</u>''' tried to destroy a project that Anodin created and Caul quickly pushed him away in defense of Anodin; making himself Morris' new target. This came to a head when Morris ambushed Caul & Rask on their hike and threw Rask into a raging river, where he nearly drowned before Caul saved him. Deara and Anodin did their best to help nurse Rask back to full health, but he never truly was the same joyful & active ape after that. <br />
<br />
((going to reformat this following section more but just want to put in the relevant info))<br />
<br />
=== 2nd Year ===<br />
Over the “summer” everyone tries to solve the problem of “Morris” their own way. Deara tries to expel him and is unable. Caul tries to fight Morris on the Wharf, and gets knocked out in the fight. Morris attempts to kill Rask but is taken a hold by Anodin and is thrown all around and torn about. Deara witnesses it all. Rask is dying due to Morris' attack. Anodin performs an operation and saves Rask by transplanting Morris’ heart. Morris dies. Deara is disheartened by this use of another living being . <br />
<br />
Anodin uses his nerves to puppet Morris' body and make him live out a full day and then commit suicide to hide the death.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul wakes up and finds our Anodin performed surgery on Rask and put in Morris’ heart in Rask. Caul is FURIOUS and yells at everyone but is also torn and thankful for Rask being saved. Caul slowly dips away from the group over the 2nd Year.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul is comforted by Quimbleton and accidentally lets slip a bit of stuff revolving Morris’ death and Rask’s survival which makes Quimbleton a bit suspicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
Anodin drops out of school the 2nd Year to pursue further studies under the tutelage of Prof. Arden.<br />
<br />
=== 3rd Year ===<br />
Caul and Deara make peace again after reminiscing and apologies and they study together again<br />
<br />
Deara does some blood tattoo magic on Caul to help spread knowledge to help him pass (he agrees so he can pass classes and keep Rask fed)<br />
<br />
Deara and Caul are meeting with Quimbleton when Rask’ body starts over reacting (his heart is too small for body and is dying). But Quimbleton thinks his smoke started an overreaction. <br />
<br />
Caul panics and meets up with Anodin, apologizes and begs him to fix Rask. It is revealed that he can’t safely keep Rask alive in the body in this way. It is decided that Caul will sacrifice his body and mind to merge the two together to create '''<u>THE GORILLA</u>'''. It is successful but now Caul is a mixture of Caul, Rask, & Morris. Three distinct personalities. He “drops” out of school but now lives life as The Gorilla and roams the hidden halls underneath the school. Anodin put a nerve inside of Caul and makes it so that he can always check up on The Gorilla.<br />
<br />
=== 4th Year ===<br />
The original group continuously meet up<br />
<br />
Eventually Deara learns about '''<u>Paraska Manor</u>''' and wants to go. The three decide to go but Quimbleton stumbles upon them. He tries to take them in to jail, but his magic is continuously countered by Deara's superior knowledge of magic (thanks to corpse-stitching / blood memories)<br />
<br />
Deara and Anodin think they have to kill Quimbleton, Caul dissuades them and they decide to bring him to a bar, pour absinthe on him to make him appear drunk. When Caul drops him off, he says '''''“Quimbleton, It’s not your time."''''', this forever associates '''<u>The Gorilla/Monkey/Ape with Quimbleton whenever he drinks.</u>'''<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
<br />
* Giant Gorilla Strength: Caul Davre is a giant gorilla, he is strong and will very quickly put heavy damage into those he deems a threat<br />
* Protective Presence: Thanks to his time at The University, Caul has access to protective magic for his friends (shield, bless, mage armor, counter-spell, etc.)<br />
* Crown Of Eyes: Due continual corpse stitching, Caul's head is covered in a crown of eyes that let's him sense danger in a 360 degree field of view. Good luck sneaking up on him.<br />
* Morris' Fury: Caul can fly into a violent rage if someone threatens "Rask" or if Morris takes control of the body. Friend or foe should keep away when this happens.<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
<br />
* Sharp Gorilla Claws<br />
* BIG Gorilla Fists<br />
* Protective magic<br />
* Basic combat magic proficiency.<br />
<br />
[[Category:Player Characters]]<br />
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{{Infobox_character|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=PastCaul.png|caption=Caul Davre's human form before he became...something new.|alias="Caul Barróg" ; "Caul Davre" ; "Rask" ; "Morris Cobb" ; "The Monkey/Ape/Gorilla"|species=Orange Gorilla-Monster (former Human)|height=12' 3" (ape) 5' 2" (human)|weight=568lbs (ape) 127lbs (human)}}<br />
<br />
'''{{PAGENAME}} (a.k.a. The Gorilla) '''is a former human, now Gorilla-creation, who was a student of [[Quimbleton|Quimbleton Fiddleford]] at '''[[University of Xyrneiros]]'''<br />
<br />
== Physical Appearance ==<br />
Vicious, huge, orange gorilla covered in stitchings of all different kinds of living tissue. <br />
<br />
His head is covered in a crown of eyes from an unknowable amount of animals <br />
<br />
== Personality ==<br />
Caul Davre, being the product of Corpse-Stitching is a body shared by three beings/personalities: <br />
<br />
<u>Caul Barróg</u>: This is Caul's most human self. He is fiercely protective of friends, more diplomatic of the three personalities, inquisitive, focused on his goals, and merciful. <br />
<br />
<u>Rask:</u> This is Caul's most animalistic self. He is a simple-minded personality (like that of a child), easy to frighten, and anger (when cornered). Though the simple-mindedness does allow others to get closer to him if they prove to be kind. He is TERRIFIED of raging water. <br />
<br />
<u>Morris:</u> This is Caul's most demented self. Morris is when the ape is most out of control. Morris views this body as a prison and will take his rage out on anyone nearby when he is active. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
Caul Davre began his life as an orphan named "Caul Barróg". He has very faint recollection of what happened to his parents; just that what he needed to do was '''survive'''. Over the years of stealing what he needed, getting into fights, and taking on jobs no-one else would want, Caul managed to befriend a lone ape by the name of '''Rask.''' Fiercly loyal and protective of the other, the two were inseperable and very quickly grew into their own form of found family. <br />
<br />
<br />
The rough years on the streets quickly took their toll on the two of them and Caul knew they needed a way out; which is where the [[University of Xyrneiros|University]] came in. Caul had stolen enough books over time that he felt confident enough to apply and get in so that they could not only have a home; but also have a potential path forward. He was right in this belief as he successfully got in on his first try and studied his first year under the tutelage of [[Quimbleton|Professor Quimbleton]].<br />
<br />
=== 1st Year ===<br />
During the first month of 1st Year, Caul and Rask were on a hike where they stumbled upon a terrifying muscular visage standing atop a tower overlooking the animal sanctuary. Caul got closer to this beast and swore he saw the face of his fellow classmate [[Anodin]] looking right back at him. Freaked out by this discovery, Caul & Rask sprinted back to the safety of their dorm.<br />
<br />
<br />
At Prof. Quimbleton's next office hours, Caul and fellow classmate Deara, discussed the wonders of folklore with the Professor. Caul was desperately hoping to have some sort of explanation behind what he saw when suddenly Anodin strolled right into the very same room. Stunned into minimal conversation, Caul waited till Professor Quimbleton left the room before he accused Anodin of being the same creature he saw lurking atop the tower. Anodin intially tried to dissuade Caul from this accusation, but Caul did not budge and Anodin was forced to reveal that it indeed was him. Anodin showed off his <u>octopus-like tendril arms</u> and while Deara was fascinated by them, Caul was immediately put off. Though this anger was quickly doused when Anodin asked "Would you feel better if you hit me?"; Caul knew that he did not want to go back to that life and immediately felt a sorrow for the way he judged Anodin. He apologized and Anodin offered to share his research on animals with Caul so that they could better understand how Rask is doing and so that Deara can know more about the wonderful abilities she was seeing. The three decided to form their own little study group.<br />
<br />
<br />
The Group meets up at the empty medical study of the University and attempt to better understand the process that Anodin is working with. In this process they are quickly caught by Professor Arden Wesin. Arden sees their talents and decides to take them under their wing so he can teach them the process of "Corpse-Stitching".<br />
<br />
1st Year continues and ends well with the group growing closer together through hours of studying, playing, laughing, and protecting eachother when necessary. One moment where this shined was when classmate '''<u>Morris</u>''' tried to destroy a project that Anodin created and Caul quickly pushed him away in defense of Anodin; making himself Morris' new target. This came to a head when Morris ambushed Caul & Rask on their hike and threw Rask into a raging river, where he nearly drowned before Caul saved him. Deara and Anodin did their best to help nurse Rask back to full health, but he never truly was the same joyful & active ape after that. <br />
<br />
((going to reformat this following section more but just want to put in the relevant info))<br />
<br />
=== 2nd Year ===<br />
Over the “summer” everyone tries to solve the problem of “Morris” their own way. Deara tries to expel him and is unable. Caul tries to fight Morris on the Wharf, and gets knocked out in the fight. Morris attempts to kill Rask but is taken a hold by Anodin and is thrown all around and torn about. Deara witnesses it all. Rask is dying due to Morris' attack. Anodin performs an operation and saves Rask by transplanting Morris’ heart. Morris dies. Deara is disheartened by this use of another living being . <br />
<br />
Anodin uses his nerves to puppet Morris' body and make him live out a full day and then commit suicide to hide the death.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul wakes up and finds our Anodin performed surgery on Rask and put in Morris’ heart in Rask. Caul is FURIOUS and yells at everyone but is also torn and thankful for Rask being saved. Caul slowly dips away from the group over the 2nd Year.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul is comforted by Quimbleton and accidentally lets slip a bit of stuff revolving Morris’ death and Rask’s survival which makes Quimbleton a bit suspicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
Anodin drops out of school the 2nd Year to pursue further studies under the tutelage of Prof. Arden.<br />
<br />
=== 3rd Year ===<br />
Caul and Deara make peace again after reminiscing and apologies and they study together again<br />
<br />
Deara does some blood tattoo magic on Caul to help spread knowledge to help him pass (he agrees so he can pass classes and keep Rask fed)<br />
<br />
Deara and Caul are meeting with Quimbleton when Rask’ body starts over reacting (his heart is too small for body and is dying). But Quimbleton thinks his smoke started an overreaction. <br />
<br />
Caul panics and meets up with Anodin, apologizes and begs him to fix Rask. It is revealed that he can’t safely keep Rask alive in the body in this way. It is decided that Caul will sacrifice his body and mind to merge the two together to create '''<u>THE GORILLA</u>'''. It is successful but now Caul is a mixture of Caul, Rask, & Morris. Three distinct personalities. He “drops” out of school but now lives life as The Gorilla and roams the hidden halls underneath the school. Anodin put a nerve inside of Caul and makes it so that he can always check up on The Gorilla.<br />
<br />
=== 4th Year ===<br />
The original group continuously meet up<br />
<br />
Eventually Deara learns about '''<u>Paraska Manor</u>''' and wants to go. The three decide to go but Quimbleton stumbles upon them. He tries to take them in to jail, but his magic is continuously countered by Deara's superior knowledge of magic (thanks to corpse-stitching / blood memories)<br />
<br />
Deara and Anodin think they have to kill Quimbleton, Caul dissuades them and they decide to bring him to a bar, pour absinthe on him to make him appear drunk. When Caul drops him off, he says '''''“Quimbleton, It’s not your time."''''', this forever associates '''<u>The Gorilla/Monkey/Ape with Quimbleton whenever he drinks.</u>'''<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
<br />
* Giant Gorilla Strength: Caul Davre is a giant gorilla, he is strong and will very quickly put heavy damage into those he deems a threat<br />
* Protective Presence: Thanks to his time at The University, Caul has access to protective magic for his friends (shield, bless, mage armor, counter-spell, etc.)<br />
* Crown Of Eyes: Due continual corpse stitching, Caul's head is covered in a crown of eyes that let's him sense danger in a 360 degree field of view. Good luck sneaking up on him.<br />
* Morris' Fury: Caul can fly into a violent rage if someone threatens "Rask" or if Morris takes control of the body. Friend or foe should keep away when this happens.<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
<br />
* Sharp Gorilla Claws<br />
* BIG Gorilla Fists<br />
* Protective magic<br />
* Basic combat magic proficiency.<br />
<br />
[[Category:Player Characters]]<br />
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<br />
'''{{PAGENAME}} (a.k.a. The Gorilla) '''is a former human, now Gorilla-creation, who was a student of [[Quimbleton|Quimbleton Fiddleford]] at '''[[University of Xyrneiros]]'''<br />
<br />
== Physical Appearance ==<br />
Vicious, huge, orange ape covered in stitchings of all different kinds of living tissue. <br />
<br />
== Personality ==<br />
Caul Davre, being the product of Corpse-Stitching is a body shared by three beings/personalities: <br />
<br />
<u>Caul Barróg</u>: This is Caul's most human self. He is fiercely protective of friends, more diplomatic of the three personalities, inquisitive, focused on his goals, and merciful. <br />
<br />
<u>Rask:</u> This is Caul's most animalistic self. He is a simple-minded personality (like that of a child), easy to frighten, and anger (when cornered). Though the simple-mindedness does allow others to get closer to him if they prove to be kind. He is TERRIFIED of raging water. <br />
<br />
<u>Morris:</u> This is Caul's most demented self. Morris is when the ape is most out of control. Morris views this body as a prison and will take his rage out on anyone nearby when he is active. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
Caul Davre began his life as an orphan named "Caul Barróg". He has very faint recollection of what happened to his parents; just that what he needed to do was '''survive'''. Over the years of stealing what he needed, getting into fights, and taking on jobs no-one else would want, Caul managed to befriend a lone ape by the name of '''Rask.''' Fiercly loyal and protective of the other, the two were inseperable and very quickly grew into their own form of found family. <br />
<br />
<br />
The rough years on the streets quickly took their toll on the two of them and Caul knew they needed a way out; which is where the [[University of Xyrneiros|University]] came in. Caul had stolen enough books over time that he felt confident enough to apply and get in so that they could not only have a home; but also have a potential path forward. He was right in this belief as he successfully got in on his first try and studied his first year under the tutelage of [[Quimbleton|Professor Quimbleton]].<br />
<br />
=== 1st Year ===<br />
During the first month of 1st Year, Caul and Rask were on a hike where they stumbled upon a terrifying muscular visage standing atop a tower overlooking the animal sanctuary. Caul got closer to this beast and swore he saw the face of his fellow classmate [[Anodin]] looking right back at him. Freaked out by this discovery, Caul & Rask sprinted back to the safety of their dorm.<br />
<br />
<br />
At Prof. Quimbleton's next office hours, Caul and fellow classmate Deara, discussed the wonders of folklore with the Professor. Caul was desperately hoping to have some sort of explanation behind what he saw when suddenly Anodin strolled right into the very same room. Stunned into minimal conversation, Caul waited till Professor Quimbleton left the room before he accused Anodin of being the same creature he saw lurking atop the tower. Anodin intially tried to dissuade Caul from this accusation, but Caul did not budge and Anodin was forced to reveal that it indeed was him. Anodin showed off his <u>octopus-like tendril arms</u> and while Deara was fascinated by them, Caul was immediately put off. Though this anger was quickly doused when Anodin asked "Would you feel better if you hit me?"; Caul knew that he did not want to go back to that life and immediately felt a sorrow for the way he judged Anodin. He apologized and Anodin offered to share his research on animals with Caul so that they could better understand how Rask is doing and so that Deara can know more about the wonderful abilities she was seeing. The three decided to form their own little study group.<br />
<br />
<br />
The Group meets up at the empty medical study of the University and attempt to better understand the process that Anodin is working with. In this process they are quickly caught by Professor Arden Wesin. Arden sees their talents and decides to take them under their wing so he can teach them the process of "Corpse-Stitching".<br />
<br />
1st Year continues and ends well with the group growing closer together through hours of studying, playing, laughing, and protecting eachother when necessary. One moment where this shined was when classmate '''<u>Morris</u>''' tried to destroy a project that Anodin created and Caul quickly pushed him away in defense of Anodin; making himself Morris' new target. This came to a head when Morris ambushed Caul & Rask on their hike and threw Rask into a raging river, where he nearly drowned before Caul saved him. Deara and Anodin did their best to help nurse Rask back to full health, but he never truly was the same joyful & active ape after that. <br />
<br />
((going to reformat this following section more but just want to put in the relevant info))<br />
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=== 2nd Year ===<br />
Over the “summer” everyone tries to solve the problem of “Morris” their own way. Deara tries to expel him and is unable. Caul tries to fight Morris on the Wharf, and gets knocked out in the fight. Morris attempts to kill Rask but is taken a hold by Anodin and is thrown all around and torn about. Deara witnesses it all. Rask is dying due to Morris' attack. Anodin performs an operation and saves Rask by transplanting Morris’ heart. Morris dies. Deara is disheartened by this use of another living being . <br />
<br />
Anodin uses his nerves to puppet Morris' body and make him live out a full day and then commit suicide to hide the death.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul wakes up and finds our Anodin performed surgery on Rask and put in Morris’ heart in Rask. Caul is FURIOUS and yells at everyone but is also torn and thankful for Rask being saved. Caul slowly dips away from the group over the 2nd Year.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul is comforted by Quimbleton and accidentally lets slip a bit of stuff revolving Morris’ death and Rask’s survival which makes Quimbleton a bit suspicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
Anodin drops out of school the 2nd Year to pursue further studies under the tutelage of Prof. Arden.<br />
<br />
=== 3rd Year ===<br />
Caul and Deara make peace again after reminiscing and apologies and they study together again<br />
<br />
Deara does some blood tattoo magic on Caul to help spread knowledge to help him pass (he agrees so he can pass classes and keep Rask fed)<br />
<br />
Deara and Caul are meeting with Quimbleton when Rask’ body starts over reacting (his heart is too small for body and is dying). But Quimbleton thinks his smoke started an overreaction. <br />
<br />
Caul panics and meets up with Anodin, apologizes and begs him to fix Rask. It is revealed that he can’t safely keep Rask alive in the body in this way. It is decided that Caul will sacrifice his body and mind to merge the two together to create '''<u>THE GORILLA</u>'''. It is successful but now Caul is a mixture of Caul, Rask, & Morris. Three distinct personalities. He “drops” out of school but now lives life as The Gorilla and roams the hidden halls underneath the school. Anodin put a nerve inside of Caul and makes it so that he can always check up on The Gorilla.<br />
<br />
=== 4th Year ===<br />
The original group continuously meet up<br />
<br />
Eventually Deara learns about '''<u>Paraska Manor</u>''' and wants to go. The three decide to go but Quimbleton stumbles upon them. He tries to take them in to jail, but his magic is continuously countered by Deara's superior knowledge of magic (thanks to corpse-stitching / blood memories)<br />
<br />
Deara and Anodin think they have to kill Quimbleton, Caul dissuades them and they decide to bring him to a bar, pour absinthe on him to make him appear drunk. When Caul drops him off, he says '''''“Quimbleton, It’s not your time."''''', this forever associates '''<u>The Gorilla/Monkey/Ape with Quimbleton whenever he drinks.</u>'''<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
<br />
* Giant Gorilla Strength: Caul Davre is a giant gorilla, he is strong and will very quickly put heavy damage into those he deems a threat<br />
* Protective Presence: Thanks to his time at The University, Caul has access to protective magic for his friends (shield, bless, mage armor, counter-spell, etc.)<br />
* Crown Of Eyes: Due continual corpse stitching, Caul's head is covered in a crown of eyes that let's him sense danger in a 360 degree field of view. Good luck sneaking up on him.<br />
* Morris' Fury: Caul can fly into a violent rage if someone threatens "Rask" or if Morris takes control of the body. Friend or foe should keep away when this happens.<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
<br />
* Sharp Gorilla Claws<br />
* BIG Gorilla Fists<br />
* Protective magic<br />
* Basic combat magic proficiency.<br />
<br />
[[Category:Player Characters]]<br />
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{{Infobox_character|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=PastCaul.png|caption=Caul Davre's human form before he became...something new.|alias="Caul Barróg" ; "Caul Davre" ; "Rask" ; "Morris Cobb" ; "The Monkey/Ape/Gorilla"|species=Orange Gorilla-Monster (former Human)|height=12' 3" (ape) 5' 2" (human)|weight=568lbs (ape) 127lbs (human)}}<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} (a.k.a. The Gorilla) '''is a former human, now Gorilla-creation, who was a student of [[Quimbleton|Quimbleton Fiddleford]] at '''[[University of Xyrneiros]]'''<br />
<br />
== Physical Appearance ==<br />
Vicious, huge, orange ape covered in stitchings of all different kinds of living tissue. <br />
<br />
== Personality ==<br />
Caul Davre, being the product of Corpse-Stitching is a body shared by three beings/personalities: <br />
<br />
<u>Caul Barróg</u>: This is Caul's most human self. He is fiercely protective of friends, more diplomatic of the three personalities, inquisitive, focused on his goals, and merciful. <br />
<br />
<u>Rask:</u> This is Caul's most animalistic self. He is a simple-minded personality (like that of a child), easy to frighten, and anger (when cornered). Though the simple-mindedness does allow others to get closer to him if they prove to be kind. He is TERRIFIED of raging water. <br />
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<u>Morris:</u> This is Caul's most demented self. Morris is when the ape is most out of control. Morris views this body as a prison and will take his rage out on anyone nearby when he is active. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
Caul Davre began his life as an orphan named "Caul Barróg". He has very faint recollection of what happened to his parents; just that what he needed to do was '''survive'''. Over the years of stealing what he needed, getting into fights, and taking on jobs no-one else would want, Caul managed to befriend a lone ape by the name of '''Rask.''' Fiercly loyal and protective of the other, the two were inseperable and very quickly grew into their own form of found family. <br />
<br />
<br />
The rough years on the streets quickly took their toll on the two of them and Caul knew they needed a way out; which is where the [[University of Xyrneiros|University]] came in. Caul had stolen enough books over time that he felt confident enough to apply and get in so that they could not only have a home; but also have a potential path forward. He was right in this belief as he successfully got in on his first try and studied his first year under the tutelage of [[Quimbleton|Professor Quimbleton]].<br />
<br />
=== 1st Year ===<br />
During the first month of 1st Year, Caul and Rask were on a hike where they stumbled upon a terrifying muscular visage standing atop a tower overlooking the animal sanctuary. Caul got closer to this beast and swore he saw the face of his fellow classmate [[Anodin]] looking right back at him. Freaked out by this discovery, Caul & Rask sprinted back to the safety of their dorm.<br />
<br />
<br />
At Prof. Quimbleton's next office hours, Caul and fellow classmate Deara, discussed the wonders of folklore with the Professor. Caul was desperately hoping to have some sort of explanation behind what he saw when suddenly Anodin strolled right into the very same room. Stunned into minimal conversation, Caul waited till Professor Quimbleton left the room before he accused Anodin of being the same creature he saw lurking atop the tower. Anodin intially tried to dissuade Caul from this accusation, but Caul did not budge and Anodin was forced to reveal that it indeed was him. Anodin showed off his <u>octopus-like tendril arms</u> and while Deara was fascinated by them, Caul was immediately put off. Though this anger was quickly doused when Anodin asked "Would you feel better if you hit me?"; Caul knew that he did not want to go back to that life and immediately felt a sorrow for the way he judged Anodin. He apologized and Anodin offered to share his research on animals with Caul so that they could better understand how Rask is doing and so that Deara can know more about the wonderful abilities she was seeing. The three decided to form their own little study group.<br />
<br />
<br />
The Group meets up at the empty medical study of the University and attempt to better understand the process that Anodin is working with. In this process they are quickly caught by Professor Arden Wesin. Arden sees their talents and decides to take them under their wing so he can teach them the process of "Corpse-Stitching".<br />
<br />
1st Year continues and ends well with the group growing closer together through hours of studying, playing, laughing, and protecting eachother when necessary. One moment where this shined was when classmate '''<u>Morris</u>''' tried to destroy a project that Anodin created and Caul quickly pushed him away in defense of Anodin; making himself Morris' new target. This came to a head when Morris ambushed Caul & Rask on their hike and threw Rask into a raging river, where he nearly drowned before Caul saved him. Deara and Anodin did their best to help nurse Rask back to full health, but he never truly was the same joyful & active ape after that. <br />
<br />
((going to reformat this following section more but just want to put in the relevant info))<br />
<br />
=== 2nd Year ===<br />
Over the “summer” everyone tries to solve the problem of “Morris” their own way. Deara tries to expel him and is unable. Caul tries to fight Morris on the Wharf, and gets knocked out in the fight. Morris attempts to kill Rask but is taken a hold by Anodin and is thrown all around and torn about. Deara witnesses it all. Rask is dying due to Morris' attack. Anodin performs an operation and saves Rask by transplanting Morris’ heart. Morris dies. Deara is disheartened by this use of another living being . <br />
<br />
Anodin uses his nerves to puppet Morris' body and make him live out a full day and then commit suicide to hide the death.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul wakes up and finds our Anodin performed surgery on Rask and put in Morris’ heart in Rask. Caul is FURIOUS and yells at everyone but is also torn and thankful for Rask being saved. Caul slowly dips away from the group over the 2nd Year.<br />
<br />
<br />
Caul is comforted by Quimbleton and accidentally lets slip a bit of stuff revolving Morris’ death and Rask’s survival which makes Quimbleton a bit suspicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
Anodin drops out of school the 2nd Year to pursue further studies under the tutelage of Prof. Arden.<br />
<br />
=== 3rd Year ===<br />
Caul and Deara make peace again after reminiscing and apologies and they study together again<br />
<br />
Deara does some blood tattoo magic on Caul to help spread knowledge to help him pass (he agrees so he can pass classes and keep Rask fed)<br />
<br />
Deara and Caul are meeting with Quimbleton when Rask’ body starts over reacting (his heart is too small for body and is dying). But Quimbleton thinks his smoke started an overreaction. <br />
<br />
Caul panics and meets up with Anodin, apologizes and begs him to fix Rask. It is revealed that he can’t safely keep Rask alive in the body in this way. It is decided that Caul will sacrifice his body and mind to merge the two together to create '''<u>THE GORILLA</u>'''. It is successful but now Caul is a mixture of Caul, Rask, & Morris. Three distinct personalities. He “drops” out of school but now lives life as The Gorilla and roams the hidden halls underneath the school. Anodin put a nerve inside of Caul and makes it so that he can always check up on The Gorilla.<br />
<br />
=== 4th Year ===<br />
The original group continuously meet up<br />
<br />
Eventually Deara learns about '''<u>Paraska Manor</u>''' and wants to go. The three decide to go but Quimbleton stumbles upon them. He tries to take them in to jail, but his magic is continuously countered by Deara's superior knowledge of magic (thanks to corpse-stitching / blood memories)<br />
<br />
Deara and Anodin think they have to kill Quimbleton, Caul dissuades them and they decide to bring him to a bar, pour absinthe on him to make him appear drunk. When Caul drops him off, he says '''''“Quimbleton, It’s not your time."''''', this forever associates '''<u>The Gorilla/Monkey/Ape with Quimbleton whenever he drinks.</u>'''<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
<br />
* Giant Gorilla Strength: Caul Davre is a giant gorilla, he is strong and will very quickly put heavy damage into those he deems a threat<br />
* Protective Presence: Thanks to his time at The University, Caul has access to protective magic for his friends (shield, bless, mage armor, counter-spell, etc.)<br />
* Crown Of Eyes: Due continual corpse stitching, Caul's head is covered in a crown of eyes that let's him sense danger in a 360 degree field of view. Good luck sneaking up on him.<br />
* Morris' Fury: Caul can fly into a violent rage if someone threatens "Rask" or if Morris takes control of the body. Friend or foe should keep away when this happens.<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
<br />
* Sharp Gorilla Claws<br />
* BIG Gorilla Fists<br />
* Protective magic<br />
* Basic combat magic proficiency.<br />
<br />
[[Category:Player Characters]]<br />
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{{Infobox_character|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=PastCaul.png|caption=Caul Davre's human form before he became...something new.|alias="Caul Barróg" ; "Caul Davre" ; "Rask" ; "Morris Cobb" ; "The Ape"|species=Orange Ape-Monster (former Human)|height=12' 3" (ape) 5' 2" (human)|weight=568lbs (ape) 127lbs (human)}}<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} (a.k.a. The Ape) '''is a former human, now ape-creation, who was a student of [[Quimbleton|Quimbleton Fiddleford]] at '''[[University of Xyrneiros]]'''<br />
<br />
== Physical Appearance ==<br />
Describe your appearance. Eye color, height, weight, hair color, particular clothing items, scars, tattoos, etc.<br />
<br />
== Personality ==<br />
Is your character social? A drunk? Laid back? <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
Caul Davre began his life as an orphan named "Caul Barróg". He has very faint recollection of what happened to his parents; just that what he needed to do was '''survive'''. Over the years of stealing what he needed, getting into fights, and taking on jobs no-one else would want, Caul managed to befriend a lone ape by the name of '''Rask.''' Fiercly loyal and protective of the other, the two were inseperable and very quickly grew into their own form of found family. <br />
<br />
<br />
The rough years on the streets quickly took their toll on the two of them and Caul knew they needed a way out; which is where the [[University of Xyrneiros|University]] came in. Caul had stolen enough books over time that he felt confident enough to apply and get in so that they could not only have a home; but also have a potential path forward. He was right in this belief as he successfully got in on his first try and studied his first year under the tutelage of [[Quimbleton|Professor Quimbleton]].<br />
<br />
<br />
During the first month of 1st Year, Caul and Rask were on a hike where they stumbled upon a terrifying muscular visage standing atop a tower overlooking the animal sanctuary. Caul got closer to this beast and swore he saw the face of his fellow classmate [[Anodin]] looking right back at him. Freaked out by this discovery, Caul & Rask sprinted back to the safety of their dorm.<br />
<br />
<br />
At Prof. Quimbleton's next office hours, Caul and fellow classmate Deara, discussed the wonders of folklore with the Professor. Caul was desperately hoping to have some sort of explanation behind what he saw when suddenly Anodin strolled right into the very same room. Stunned into minimal conversation, Caul waited till Professor Quimbleton left the room before he accused Anodin of being the same creature he saw lurking atop the tower. Anodin intially tried to dissuade Caul from this accusation, but Caul did not budge and Anodin was forced to reveal that it indeed was him. Anodin showed off his <u>octopus-like tendril arms</u> and while Deara was fascinated by them, Caul was immediately put off. Though this anger was quickly doused when Anodin asked "Would you feel better if you hit me?"; Caul knew that he did not want to go back to that life and immediately felt a sorrow for the way he judged Anodin. He apologized and Anodin offered to share his research on animals with Caul so that they could better understand how Rask is doing and so that Deara can know more about the wonderful abilities she was seeing. The three decided to form their own little study group.<br />
<br />
<br />
The Group meets up at the empty medical study of the University and attempt to better understand the process that Anodin is working with. In this process they are quickly caught by Professor Arden Wesin. Arden sees their talents and decides to take them under their wing so he can teach them the process of "Corpse-Stitching".<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
You don't have to give it all away. Just let us know what you're known to do in battle.<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
Your favorite weapons.<br />
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[[Category:Player Characters]]<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a former human, now ape-creation, who was a student of [[Quimbleton|Quimbleton Fiddleford]] at '''[[University of Xyrneiros]]'''<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} / Beingråt '''''(pronounced /"BINE;GRAWT"/)'' are creatures of the forest and frozen wooded areas that specialize in the decomposing of frozen corpses.<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} / Beingråt '''''(pronounced /"BINE;GRAWT"/)'' are creatures of the forest and frozen wooded areas that specialize in the decomposing of frozen corpses.<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
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During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
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''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== '''"TELL ME ABOUT XILAS"''' ===<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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=== '''A MOMENT TO GRIEVE''' ===<br />
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''(Ideal viewing here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17JCyOzDCcEvugLwGXQqpX5iJRSWwTo_m5x2fIMLMrYc/edit?usp=sharing )''<br />
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“...I am doing my best to rally forces… different heroes should be making their way to Manquel to facilitate proper defence of the city…”<br />
----The lines from [[Seven (Fantasial Freeze)|Five]]’s message echo throughout Luv’s mind, wreaking havoc with any semblance of peace she thought she’d have today… “''Are we really about to wind ourselves up in a war? Why? Why does this have to happen? Yes people are desperate but how the hell can that justify the murder of others in an effort to control a land that is barely struggling to survive… HOW IS THIS HAPPENING??...”'' She pauses for a moment…What is this rage building up? It feels like an old friend but it’s not one that she recognizes; at least not at first. Then it hits her.<br />
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''“It’s happening again… a land… a home of many is soon going to be a warzone…What do I do?? Do I just drop everything and rush out to help Five? I should… he did ask for me a-a-and they are going to need all the help they can get to repel an army. They need to save as many lives as possible. But I have people here I am trying to help. What if they need me while I am gone?”'' The candle in Luv’s room begins to glow brighter. “''What if more people die on my watch?”'' Brighter it burns as the oxygen in the room is paradoxically being ripped away. “''What if I can’t actually help stop anything?”'' Brighter yet as the flame radiates and spills overtop the container. ''“What if I watch my friends die?”'' '''Fire''' “''What if?”'' '''Burns''' “''What if??”'' '''Everything''' “''What if?!”'' '''You''' “''WHAT IF!!”'' '''Love''' “''WHAT IF!!!”'' '''Away''' “''FUCK!!!”'' An ashen smell claws its way into Luv’s nose as she freezes. “''what if…”'' Smoke rapidly expands throughout and smears Luv’s once translucent eyes…<br />
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“At least… that ''was'' the home I remembered; before it was ''torched''…” The smoke of a dwindling campfire stings the eyes of a young 13 year-old Luv. As she rubs them clean, where there was once a blurry personification of strength now stands the imposing figure of '''[[Vix]]'''; one of Luv’s livsveileders (“Life Guides” a.k.a. changeling parents). The moment stands achingly still for a bit as Luv’s memory reconnects…This was the night Vix had told Luv about '''Black Hollow'''; the original changeling home.<br />
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The night had started with an innocently asked question by Luv, “Vix, What do you remember about Black Hollow?”. Initially Vix was taken aback by the out of the blue question but, much like how they act in conflict, quickly adapted to the opportunity now present. Hours quickly passed as Vix regaled an ecstatic Luv with stories of love, community, adventure, and trade. Of how Vix and Iri fell in love amongst the pulsating black wisps of the trees. How they would chase each other around the town and bump into passerbys of all kinds; dragonborn, elf, orc, human, etc. How the flowers flourished along every road and how smiles would dance across all faces when they bore witness. But much like any ecstacy provided by the high of nostalgia, it was all temporary…<br />
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The memory reconnects back to where it began, “...before it was ''torched…''They couldn’t leave us be. T-T-''They'' wanted to wipe away our very existence. And they were nearly successful!” Vix recognizes her frustration and takes a moment for breath. “We lost so many, Blue… and all we could do to survive was ''run away''…” Those final words scrape their way through her teeth as she relives the experience. Thoughts of what she could have done ever present and suffocating while the embers reignite a vicious spark in her eyes. She watches in a haze as the campfire strengthens into a blaze; unaware that the young Luv is enraptured by every word and unspoken emotion. The high of being furious; it’s so intoxicating that not even Luv herself notices how every ounce of rage and sorrow is being channeled into this now screaming flame. <br />
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'''It burns.''' <br />
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'''''It breathes.'''''<br />
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'''<big><u>IT ENGULFS.</u></big>''' <br />
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'''''It tears through the sky. Yearning for any chance, any opportunity of escape; as the two figures sit in this trapped experience…'''''<br />
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Then it dies, smothered in water. <br />
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Young Luv blinks back control of her mind as she spots a recently emptied pail on the ground and turns her attention to Iri, her other livsveileder, who is now gently taking hold of her.<br />
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“Luv, what happened? Are you okay?”<br />
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“Y-y-yeah, I’m fine. Vix was just telling me about Black Hollow…”<br />
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“She was, was she?” Iri turns her gaze over to Vix, noticing that they, like Luv, are coming back into the real world. A solemn smile sneaks across her face. “Y’okay over there?”<br />
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“...Always am.”<br />
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“Of course you are, my love”<br />
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Luv now sits wrapped in her usual blanket, running her hands along it’s recently added stitchings as she eavesdrops on Iri & Vix from across the home. It feels wrong for her to listen in on another but she’s rarely ever gotten a chance to hear Iri and Vix debate; it’s an enthralling experience. <br />
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“...I know you’re upset, my love; hells, I still am too. But we both know that we can’t just forget about what we have now and go backwards…”<br />
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''“That’s not what it’s about.”''<br />
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“What?”<br />
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“It’s not about going backwards!” A deep sigh is heard through the home as Vix strategizes her words carefully. “...I don’t want to go backwards. ''I know'' that the time has passed. I know the Great Story is over for those we lost. I know how thankful I am to be here with you and with Luv – Believe me, I cherish every day that that remains true…I just also know how much '''''anger''''' I hold towards them. I never even got a chance to say goodbye to Black Hollow; I was so focused on making sure people '''survived'''.”<br />
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“And they did, '''because of you'''.” The conversation gets harder to hear as Luv holds her breath and tries to listen as closely as possible. “...you are a natural protector, you saved so many lives that day; including mine. I’m so sorry that that was thrust upon you in that moment; it wasn’t fair-”<br />
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“-I’d do it again in a heartbeat-”<br />
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“-I know you would; because that’s who you are. That’s who Vix is – That’s who I love with every fiber of my being and every line written on whatever story may exist out there. You are stunning and thank you for all that you do, all that you are doing, and all that you have done.” Iri’s gentle footsteps echo throughout as they walk over to Vix and hold them. “...And you’re right. You never did get to say goodbye; so let’s do it. Let’s make a trip there. We can even bring Luv-”<br />
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“-Iri, that’s incredibly dangerous. I don’t kn-”<br />
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“-I don’t see how it could be dangerous. I mean…they don’t have a ''strong,'' ''handsome,'' ''and'' ''beautiful warrior like you now, do they''? ''Someone who’s so irresistible that many desire an opportunity to fight them, all to feel just a touch of their body; of their force.'' ”<br />
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There’s a noticeably long pause in their conversation; which isn’t surprising to Luv. This is the side of them she is used to, Vix may be the strength and the fire, but Iri has a way with words and presentation that turns any lover into a blushing fool. Luv moves her ear away from the wall and stops eavesdropping; they are going to need some privacy… and eventually some rest. <br />
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Luv is awoken in the early morning to the presence of both livsveileders geared up for the outdoors. They hug and inform her of how they plan to head to Black Hollow this morning; excitedly Luv prepares while the other two head out to inform others of their “long hiking trip”. The trek will take roughly a week there and a week back, so Luv knows to pack food, bedding, and a few clothing options in case any outsiders they meet get too curious. A few hours later, all three reconvene and begin their adventure in the personas of a fictional half elf family.<br />
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The trek itself proves to not be as difficult as it once was; turns out a long walk in nature is quite nice when you aren’t being chased away. The first few days are spent with laughter as the trio brainstorms what their “half-elf” family story is; Luv says that she’s an aspiring meteorologist, Vix and Iri decide that they are a roaming restaurant business that goes town to town in an effort to advertise their brand. They all know this probably won’t matter much, but it doesn’t hurt to have a story just in case. <br />
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The last few days go well with a bit of hunting, fishing, and campfire stories; but something isn’t quite sitting right with Vix. All felt fine at the start of the trip, merely just a little pit in the stomach, understandable anxiety. But it hasn’t been going away…it’s growing. It’s taking up space with every step that’s taken. Vix initially ignores it and downplays it at every step whenever the other two would ask but it all comes to a head when they are within a few miles from Black Hollow.<br />
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“...I know this spot.”<br />
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“What was that, my love?” Iri pauses Luv in her steps and recognizes Vix’s now frozen position.<br />
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“I killed someone here. They-they were chasing a family and I tried to get in between to stop them but they were much stronger than I thought…” Vix swallows but feels no relief; the pit now has moved it’s way upwards and is threatening to strangle her airways. Iri races over to distract Vix’s vision but it barely helps. “I panicked…I remember my thoughts racing and their yells for my head… then the sound of theirs’ as it fell.” She shakes as the pit expands throughout her body, from the throat to the head and throughout her limbs. It has taken the reins. It wants to move. She needs to move. They need to see.<br />
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“Iri… you had to. They would have-”<br />
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Vix darts into the woods without a second thought while a bewildered Iri and Luv chase after. The branches SNAP with Vix’s speed as shrapnel breaks off across her clothing. Iri’s yells provide little more than white noise to fill the gaps between Vix’s breaths. One would normally care, but right now there’s only one thought on her mind;<br />
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''“What’d they do with our home?”'' <br />
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The thought races through her mind faster than any lighting bolt has shot from a cloud. It tears through her mind and wreaks a welcome havoc that provides the pit a goal. One that stops in a dead halt when she finally breaks into a clearing. “''It should be here.”'' But it wasn’t there. She knew it wouldn’t be. She knew it was burned and cleared away, chosen to never be known. Never to be cherished with the same love her and Iri gave to it. Never to provide safety from all the world’s terrors. It’s story was shredded without a semblance of mercy. <br />
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Vix falls to the ground; the pit now releases it’s grasp as it tries to escape. She fights it back once more but she knows it’s not a battle she can win. She needs to let it out. She needs relief.<br />
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“...I’ve got you. We’ve got you. You haven’t lost us...” <br />
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The tears burn worse than any blaze could ever dream to. Each drop ''carving'' their way through her cheeks. With each one gone, a piece of the pit fades. Vix can no longer see as the tears screen any bit of reality away from her; but she can feel. She can feel the pathways carved along her face. She can feel the now sodden blades of grass curling their ways through her fingers. She can feel her family, her home, their warmth, as they push into her. She always knew that their home in Black Hollow would be gone, but she knew deep down that she’d never believe it to be true unless she saw it with them.<br />
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“...It…It really does just live in my memories now…”<br />
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Iri picks up Vix’s face and holds it with only the tenderness that love provides as she responds, “It lives in both of our memories, you don’t have to remember it alone anymore.”<br />
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Winds through the trees carry a symphony of healing as the trio takes this chance to finally grieve together. Luv mourns the life they could have had here, Iris mourns the loss of the loved ones from years ago, and Vix mourns the years she spent burying it all away; only to be uncovered when she finally lets the walls back down again. The pain won’t ever go away. There will always be a part of each of them that was stolen by another’s cruelty, someone’s willingness to feed into fear and hatred, and a being’s certainty that there should not be mercy in the world for those you don’t know. Yet, for just this moment there is a reminder of what they have now, what they have to hope for, and what they can fight for.<br />
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As young Luv looks to her parents with tears in her eyes, she knows that this was needed. They '''needed''' a chance to breathe again. A chance to live again. Through the grieving pain and the somber memories she knows now the blessings that mercy can create. The importance of being curious about this world. The importance that love and support can have. She takes the chance to save this memory and these lessons; for they will be what guide her. As her lungs fill, she rubs the last bit of tears away and with them goes the memory.<br />
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Luv coughs away the smoke now inhabiting her body as she notices the growing blaze. “You may be a part of me but you don’t control me.” she says as her powers hone in and bring the flame back to that of an ever-guiding candle. ''“I won’t let another lose their home for the goals of the selfish, nor will I let others act without mercy. I will help Five; but I will do it with my own guidelines.”'' Luv gathers her gear and sets back out into Ravel; for each night brings with it unending cries for help that she will never ignore. Too many stories have been stolen in this freeze and though she is only one person, she will fight against these losses the only way she knows how; with '''love.'''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
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|'''Key'''<br />
|'''BG'''<br />
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|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''River'''<br />
** River joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a soldier of war and how he had been heavily wounded when he stumbled onto the doorstep of a nearby home and passed out. From there he was awoken by a wonderful Tortle named '''Ubo''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in River’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''[[Ravel]]'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
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During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
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''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== '''"TELL ME ABOUT XILAS"''' ===<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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=== '''A MOMENT TO GRIEVE''' ===<br />
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''(Ideal viewing here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17JCyOzDCcEvugLwGXQqpX5iJRSWwTo_m5x2fIMLMrYc/edit?usp=sharing )''<br />
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“...I am doing my best to rally forces… different heroes should be making their way to Manquel to facilitate proper defence of the city…”<br />
----The lines from [[Seven (Fantasial Freeze)|Five]]’s message echo throughout Luv’s mind, wreaking havoc with any semblance of peace she thought she’d have today… “''Are we really about to wind ourselves up in a war? Why? Why does this have to happen? Yes people are desperate but how the hell can that justify the murder of others in an effort to control a land that is barely struggling to survive… HOW IS THIS HAPPENING??...”'' She pauses for a moment…What is this rage building up? It feels like an old friend but it’s not one that she recognizes; at least not at first. Then it hits her.<br />
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''“It’s happening again… a land… a home of many is soon going to be a warzone…What do I do?? Do I just drop everything and rush out to help Five? I should… he did ask for me a-a-and they are going to need all the help they can get to repel an army. They need to save as many lives as possible. But I have people here I am trying to help. What if they need me while I am gone?”'' The candle in Luv’s room begins to glow brighter. “''What if more people die on my watch?”'' Brighter it burns as the oxygen in the room is paradoxically being ripped away. “''What if I can’t actually help stop anything?”'' Brighter yet as the flame radiates and spills overtop the container. ''“What if I watch my friends die?”'' '''Fire''' “''What if?”'' '''Burns''' “''What if??”'' '''Everything''' “''What if?!”'' '''You''' “''WHAT IF!!”'' '''Love''' “''WHAT IF!!!”'' '''Away''' “''FUCK!!!”'' An ashen smell claws its way into Luv’s nose as she freezes. “''what if…”'' Smoke rapidly expands throughout and smears Luv’s once translucent eyes…<br />
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“At least… that ''was'' the home I remembered; before it was ''torched''…” The smoke of a dwindling campfire stings the eyes of a young 13 year-old Luv. As she rubs them clean, where there was once a blurry personification of strength now stands the imposing figure of '''[[Vix]]'''; one of Luv’s livsveileders (“Life Guides” a.k.a. changeling parents). The moment stands achingly still for a bit as Luv’s memory reconnects…This was the night Vix had told Luv about '''Black Hollow'''; the original changeling home.<br />
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The night had started with an innocently asked question by Luv, “Vix, What do you remember about Black Hollow?”. Initially Vix was taken aback by the out of the blue question but, much like how they act in conflict, quickly adapted to the opportunity now present. Hours quickly passed as Vix regaled an ecstatic Luv with stories of love, community, adventure, and trade. Of how Vix and Iri fell in love amongst the pulsating black wisps of the trees. How they would chase each other around the town and bump into passerbys of all kinds; dragonborn, elf, orc, human, etc. How the flowers flourished along every road and how smiles would dance across all faces when they bore witness. But much like any ecstacy provided by the high of nostalgia, it was all temporary…<br />
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The memory reconnects back to where it began, “...before it was ''torched…''They couldn’t leave us be. T-T-''They'' wanted to wipe away our very existence. And they were nearly successful!” Vix recognizes her frustration and takes a moment for breath. “We lost so many, Blue… and all we could do to survive was ''run away''…” Those final words scrape their way through her teeth as she relives the experience. Thoughts of what she could have done ever present and suffocating while the embers reignite a vicious spark in her eyes. She watches in a haze as the campfire strengthens into a blaze; unaware that the young Luv is enraptured by every word and unspoken emotion. The high of being furious; it’s so intoxicating that not even Luv herself notices how every ounce of rage and sorrow is being channeled into this now screaming flame. <br />
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'''It burns.''' <br />
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'''''It breathes.'''''<br />
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'''<big><u>IT ENGULFS.</u></big>''' <br />
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'''''It tears through the sky. Yearning for any chance, any opportunity of escape; as the two figures sit in this trapped experience…'''''<br />
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Then it dies, smothered in water. <br />
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Young Luv blinks back control of her mind as she spots a recently emptied pail on the ground and turns her attention to Iri, her other livsveileder, who is now gently taking hold of her.<br />
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“Luv, what happened? Are you okay?”<br />
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“Y-y-yeah, I’m fine. Vix was just telling me about Black Hollow…”<br />
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“She was, was she?” Iri turns her gaze over to Vix, noticing that they, like Luv, are coming back into the real world. A solemn smile sneaks across her face. “Y’okay over there?”<br />
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“...Always am.”<br />
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“Of course you are, my love”<br />
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Luv now sits wrapped in her usual blanket, running her hands along it’s recently added stitchings as she eavesdrops on Iri & Vix from across the home. It feels wrong for her to listen in on another but she’s rarely ever gotten a chance to hear Iri and Vix debate; it’s an enthralling experience. <br />
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“...I know you’re upset, my love; hells, I still am too. But we both know that we can’t just forget about what we have now and go backwards…”<br />
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''“That’s not what it’s about.”''<br />
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“What?”<br />
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“It’s not about going backwards!” A deep sigh is heard through the home as Vix strategizes her words carefully. “...I don’t want to go backwards. ''I know'' that the time has passed. I know the Great Story is over for those we lost. I know how thankful I am to be here with you and with Luv – Believe me, I cherish every day that that remains true…I just also know how much '''''anger''''' I hold towards them. I never even got a chance to say goodbye to Black Hollow; I was so focused on making sure people '''survived'''.”<br />
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“And they did, '''because of you'''.” The conversation gets harder to hear as Luv holds her breath and tries to listen as closely as possible. “...you are a natural protector, you saved so many lives that day; including mine. I’m so sorry that that was thrust upon you in that moment; it wasn’t fair-”<br />
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“-I’d do it again in a heartbeat-”<br />
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“-I know you would; because that’s who you are. That’s who Vix is – That’s who I love with every fiber of my being and every line written on whatever story may exist out there. You are stunning and thank you for all that you do, all that you are doing, and all that you have done.” Iri’s gentle footsteps echo throughout as they walk over to Vix and hold them. “...And you’re right. You never did get to say goodbye; so let’s do it. Let’s make a trip there. We can even bring Luv-”<br />
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“-Iri, that’s incredibly dangerous. I don’t kn-”<br />
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“-I don’t see how it could be dangerous. I mean…they don’t have a ''strong,'' ''handsome,'' ''and'' ''beautiful warrior like you now, do they''? ''Someone who’s so irresistible that many desire an opportunity to fight them, all to feel just a touch of their body; of their force.'' ”<br />
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There’s a noticeably long pause in their conversation; which isn’t surprising to Luv. This is the side of them she is used to, Vix may be the strength and the fire, but Iri has a way with words and presentation that turns any lover into a blushing fool. Luv moves her ear away from the wall and stops eavesdropping; they are going to need some privacy… and eventually some rest. <br />
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Luv is awoken in the early morning to the presence of both livsveileders geared up for the outdoors. They hug and inform her of how they plan to head to Black Hollow this morning; excitedly Luv prepares while the other two head out to inform others of their “long hiking trip”. The trek will take roughly a week there and a week back, so Luv knows to pack food, bedding, and a few clothing options in case any outsiders they meet get too curious. A few hours later, all three reconvene and begin their adventure in the personas of a fictional half elf family.<br />
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The trek itself proves to not be as difficult as it once was; turns out a long walk in nature is quite nice when you aren’t being chased away. The first few days are spent with laughter as the trio brainstorms what their “half-elf” family story is; Luv says that she’s an aspiring meteorologist, Vix and Iri decide that they are a roaming restaurant business that goes town to town in an effort to advertise their brand. They all know this probably won’t matter much, but it doesn’t hurt to have a story just in case. <br />
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The last few days go well with a bit of hunting, fishing, and campfire stories; but something isn’t quite sitting right with Vix. All felt fine at the start of the trip, merely just a little pit in the stomach, understandable anxiety. But it hasn’t been going away…it’s growing. It’s taking up space with every step that’s taken. Vix initially ignores it and downplays it at every step whenever the other two would ask but it all comes to a head when they are within a few miles from Black Hollow.<br />
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“...I know this spot.”<br />
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“What was that, my love?” Iri pauses Luv in her steps and recognizes Vix’s now frozen position.<br />
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“I killed someone here. They-they were chasing a family and I tried to get in between to stop them but they were much stronger than I thought…” Vix swallows but feels no relief; the pit now has moved it’s way upwards and is threatening to strangle her airways. Iri races over to distract Vix’s vision but it barely helps. “I panicked…I remember my thoughts racing and their yells for my head… then the sound of theirs’ as it fell.” She shakes as the pit expands throughout her body, from the throat to the head and throughout her limbs. It has taken the reins. It wants to move. She needs to move. They need to see.<br />
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“Iri… you had to. They would have-”<br />
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Vix darts into the woods without a second thought while a bewildered Iri and Luv chase after. The branches SNAP with Vix’s speed as shrapnel breaks off across her clothing. Iri’s yells provide little more than white noise to fill the gaps between Vix’s breaths. One would normally care, but right now there’s only one thought on her mind;<br />
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''“What’d they do with our home?”'' <br />
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The thought races through her mind faster than any lighting bolt has shot from a cloud. It tears through her mind and wreaks a welcome havoc that provides the pit a goal. One that stops in a dead halt when she finally breaks into a clearing. “''It should be here.”'' But it wasn’t there. She knew it wouldn’t be. She knew it was burned and cleared away, chosen to never be known. Never to be cherished with the same love her and Iri gave to it. Never to provide safety from all the world’s terrors. It’s story was shredded without a semblance of mercy. <br />
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Vix falls to the ground; the pit now releases it’s grasp as it tries to escape. She fights it back once more but she knows it’s not a battle she can win. She needs to let it out. She needs relief.<br />
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“...I’ve got you. We’ve got you. You haven’t lost us...” <br />
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The tears burn worse than any blaze could ever dream to. Each drop ''carving'' their way through her cheeks. With each one gone, a piece of the pit fades. Vix can no longer see as the tears screen any bit of reality away from her; but she can feel. She can feel the pathways carved along her face. She can feel the now sodden blades of grass curling their ways through her fingers. She can feel her family, her home, their warmth, as they push into her. She always knew that their home in Black Hollow would be gone, but she knew deep down that she’d never believe it to be true unless she saw it with them.<br />
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“...It…It really does just live in my memories now…”<br />
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Iri picks up Vix’s face and holds it with only the tenderness that love provides as she responds, “It lives in both of our memories, you don’t have to remember it alone anymore.”<br />
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Winds through the trees carry a symphony of healing as the trio takes this chance to finally grieve together. Luv mourns the life they could have had here, Iris mourns the loss of the loved ones from years ago, and Vix mourns the years she spent burying it all away; only to be uncovered when she finally lets the walls back down again. The pain won’t ever go away. There will always be a part of each of them that was stolen by another’s cruelty, someone’s willingness to feed into fear and hatred, and a being’s certainty that there should not be mercy in the world for those you don’t know. Yet, for just this moment there is a reminder of what they have now, what they have to hope for, and what they can fight for.<br />
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As young Luv looks to her parents with tears in her eyes, she knows that this was needed. They '''needed''' a chance to breathe again. A chance to live again. Through the grieving pain and the somber memories she knows now the blessings that mercy can create. The importance of being curious about this world. The importance that love and support can have. She takes the chance to save this memory and these lessons; for they will be what guide her. As her lungs fill, she rubs the last bit of tears away and with them goes the memory.<br />
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Luv coughs away the smoke now inhabiting her body as she notices the growing blaze. “You may be a part of me but you don’t control me.” she says as her powers hone in and bring the flame back to that of an ever-guiding candle. ''“I won’t let another lose their home for the goals of the selfish, nor will I let others act without mercy. I will help Five; but I will do it with my own guidelines.”'' Luv gathers her gear and sets back out into Ravel; for each night brings with it unending cries for help that she will never ignore. Too many stories have been stolen in this freeze and though she is only one person, she will fight against these losses the only way she knows how; with '''love.'''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''River'''<br />
** River joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a soldier of war and how he had been heavily wounded when he stumbled onto the doorstep of a nearby home and passed out. From there he was awoken by a wonderful Tortle named '''Ubo''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in River’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''[[Ravel]]'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
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During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
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''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== '''"TELL ME ABOUT XILAS"''' ===<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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<br />
=== '''A MOMENT TO GRIEVE''' ===<br />
''(Ideal viewing here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17JCyOzDCcEvugLwGXQqpX5iJRSWwTo_m5x2fIMLMrYc/edit?usp=sharing )''<br />
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“...I am doing my best to rally forces… different heroes should be making their way to Manquel to facilitate proper defence of the city…”<br />
----The lines from [[Seven (Fantasial Freeze)|Five]]’s message echo throughout Luv’s mind, wreaking havoc with any semblance of peace she thought she’d have today… “''Are we really about to wind ourselves up in a war? Why? Why does this have to happen? Yes people are desperate but how the hell can that justify the murder of others in an effort to control a land that is barely struggling to survive… HOW IS THIS HAPPENING??...”'' She pauses for a moment…What is this rage building up? It feels like an old friend but it’s not one that she recognizes; at least not at first. Then it hits her.<br />
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''“It’s happening again… a land… a home of many is soon going to be a warzone…What do I do?? Do I just drop everything and rush out to help Five? I should… he did ask for me a-a-and they are going to need all the help they can get to repel an army. They need to save as many lives as possible. But I have people here I am trying to help. What if they need me while I am gone?”'' The candle in Luv’s room begins to glow brighter. “''What if more people die on my watch?”'' Brighter it burns as the oxygen in the room is paradoxically being ripped away. “''What if I can’t actually help stop anything?”'' Brighter yet as the flame radiates and spills overtop the container. ''“What if I watch my friends die?”'' '''Fire''' “''What if?”'' '''Burns''' “''What if??”'' '''Everything''' “''What if?!”'' '''You''' “''WHAT IF!!”'' '''Love''' “''WHAT IF!!!”'' '''Away''' “''FUCK!!!”'' An ashen smell claws its way into Luv’s nose as she freezes. “''what if…”'' Smoke rapidly expands throughout and smears Luv’s once translucent eyes…<br />
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“At least… that ''was'' the home I remembered; before it was ''torched''…” The smoke of a dwindling campfire stings the eyes of a young 13 year-old Luv. As she rubs them clean, where there was once a blurry personification of strength now stands the imposing figure of '''[[Vix]]'''; one of Luv’s livsveileders (“Life Guides” a.k.a. changeling parents). The moment stands achingly still for a bit as Luv’s memory reconnects…This was the night Vix had told Luv about '''Black Hollow'''; the original changeling home.<br />
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The night had started with an innocently asked question by Luv, “Vix, What do you remember about Black Hollow?”. Initially Vix was taken aback by the out of the blue question but, much like how they act in conflict, quickly adapted to the opportunity now present. Hours quickly passed as Vix regaled an ecstatic Luv with stories of love, community, adventure, and trade. Of how Vix and Iri fell in love amongst the pulsating black wisps of the trees. How they would chase each other around the town and bump into passerbys of all kinds; dragonborn, elf, orc, human, etc. How the flowers flourished along every road and how smiles would dance across all faces when they bore witness. But much like any ecstacy provided by the high of nostalgia, it was all temporary…<br />
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The memory reconnects back to where it began, “...before it was ''torched…''They couldn’t leave us be. T-T-''They'' wanted to wipe away our very existence. And they were nearly successful!” Vix recognizes her frustration and takes a moment for breath. “We lost so many, Blue… and all we could do to survive was ''run away''…” Those final words scrape their way through her teeth as she relives the experience. Thoughts of what she could have done ever present and suffocating while the embers reignite a vicious spark in her eyes. She watches in a haze as the campfire strengthens into a blaze; unaware that the young Luv is enraptured by every word and unspoken emotion. The high of being furious; it’s so intoxicating that not even Luv herself notices how every ounce of rage and sorrow is being channeled into this now screaming flame. <br />
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'''It burns.''' <br />
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'''''It breathes.'''''<br />
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'''<big><u>IT ENGULFS.</u></big>''' <br />
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'''''It tears through the sky. Yearning for any chance, any opportunity of escape; as the two figures sit in this trapped experience…'''''<br />
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Then it dies, smothered in water. <br />
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Young Luv blinks back control of her mind as she spots a recently emptied pail on the ground and turns her attention to Iri, her other livsveileder, who is now gently taking hold of her.<br />
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“Luv, what happened? Are you okay?”<br />
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“Y-y-yeah, I’m fine. Vix was just telling me about Black Hollow…”<br />
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“She was, was she?” Iri turns her gaze over to Vix, noticing that they, like Luv, are coming back into the real world. A solemn smile sneaks across her face. “Y’okay over there?”<br />
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“...Always am.”<br />
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“Of course you are, my love”<br />
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Luv now sits wrapped in her usual blanket, running her hands along it’s recently added stitchings as she eavesdrops on Iri & Vix from across the home. It feels wrong for her to listen in on another but she’s rarely ever gotten a chance to hear Iri and Vix debate; it’s an enthralling experience. <br />
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“...I know you’re upset, my love; hells, I still am too. But we both know that we can’t just forget about what we have now and go backwards…”<br />
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''“That’s not what it’s about.”''<br />
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“What?”<br />
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“It’s not about going backwards!” A deep sigh is heard through the home as Vix strategizes her words carefully. “...I don’t want to go backwards. ''I know'' that the time has passed. I know the Great Story is over for those we lost. I know how thankful I am to be here with you and with Luv – Believe me, I cherish every day that that remains true…I just also know how much '''''anger''''' I hold towards them. I never even got a chance to say goodbye to Black Hollow; I was so focused on making sure people '''survived'''.”<br />
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“And they did, '''because of you'''.” The conversation gets harder to hear as Luv holds her breath and tries to listen as closely as possible. “...you are a natural protector, you saved so many lives that day; including mine. I’m so sorry that that was thrust upon you in that moment; it wasn’t fair-”<br />
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“-I’d do it again in a heartbeat-”<br />
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“-I know you would; because that’s who you are. That’s who Vix is – That’s who I love with every fiber of my being and every line written on whatever story may exist out there. You are stunning and thank you for all that you do, all that you are doing, and all that you have done.” Iri’s gentle footsteps echo throughout as they walk over to Vix and hold them. “...And you’re right. You never did get to say goodbye; so let’s do it. Let’s make a trip there. We can even bring Luv-”<br />
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“-Iri, that’s incredibly dangerous. I don’t kn-”<br />
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“-I don’t see how it could be dangerous. I mean…they don’t have a ''strong,'' ''handsome,'' ''and'' ''beautiful warrior like you now, do they''? ''Someone who’s so irresistible that many desire an opportunity to fight them, all to feel just a touch of their body; of their force.'' ”<br />
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There’s a noticeably long pause in their conversation; which isn’t surprising to Luv. This is the side of them she is used to, Vix may be the strength and the fire, but Iri has a way with words and presentation that turns any lover into a blushing fool. Luv moves her ear away from the wall and stops eavesdropping; they are going to need some privacy… and eventually some rest. <br />
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Luv is awoken in the early morning to the presence of both livsveileders geared up for the outdoors. They hug and inform her of how they plan to head to Black Hollow this morning; excitedly Luv prepares while the other two head out to inform others of their “long hiking trip”. The trek will take roughly a week there and a week back, so Luv knows to pack food, bedding, and a few clothing options in case any outsiders they meet get too curious. A few hours later, all three reconvene and begin their adventure in the personas of a fictional half elf family.<br />
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The trek itself proves to not be as difficult as it once was; turns out a long walk in nature is quite nice when you aren’t being chased away. The first few days are spent with laughter as the trio brainstorms what their “half-elf” family story is; Luv says that she’s an aspiring meteorologist, Vix and Iri decide that they are a roaming restaurant business that goes town to town in an effort to advertise their brand. They all know this probably won’t matter much, but it doesn’t hurt to have a story just in case. <br />
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The last few days go well with a bit of hunting, fishing, and campfire stories; but something isn’t quite sitting right with Vix. All felt fine at the start of the trip, merely just a little pit in the stomach, understandable anxiety. But it hasn’t been going away…it’s growing. It’s taking up space with every step that’s taken. Vix initially ignores it and downplays it at every step whenever the other two would ask but it all comes to a head when they are within a few miles from Black Hollow.<br />
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“...I know this spot.”<br />
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“What was that, my love?” Iri pauses Luv in her steps and recognizes Vix’s now frozen position.<br />
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“I killed someone here. They-they were chasing a family and I tried to get in between to stop them but they were much stronger than I thought…” Vix swallows but feels no relief; the pit now has moved it’s way upwards and is threatening to strangle her airways. Iri races over to distract Vix’s vision but it barely helps. “I panicked…I remember my thoughts racing and their yells for my head… then the sound of theirs’ as it fell.” She shakes as the pit expands throughout her body, from the throat to the head and throughout her limbs. It has taken the reins. It wants to move. She needs to move. They need to see.<br />
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“Iri… you had to. They would have-”<br />
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Vix darts into the woods without a second thought while a bewildered Iri and Luv chase after. The branches SNAP with Vix’s speed as shrapnel breaks off across her clothing. Iri’s yells provide little more than white noise to fill the gaps between Vix’s breaths. One would normally care, but right now there’s only one thought on her mind;<br />
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''“What’d they do with our home?”'' <br />
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The thought races through her mind faster than any lighting bolt has shot from a cloud. It tears through her mind and wreaks a welcome havoc that provides the pit a goal. One that stops in a dead halt when she finally breaks into a clearing. “''It should be here.”'' But it wasn’t there. She knew it wouldn’t be. She knew it was burned and cleared away, chosen to never be known. Never to be cherished with the same love her and Iri gave to it. Never to provide safety from all the world’s terrors. It’s story was shredded without a semblance of mercy. <br />
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Vix falls to the ground; the pit now releases it’s grasp as it tries to escape. She fights it back once more but she knows it’s not a battle she can win. She needs to let it out. She needs relief.<br />
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“...I’ve got you. We’ve got you. You haven’t lost us...” <br />
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The tears burn worse than any blaze could ever dream to. Each drop ''carving'' their way through her cheeks. With each one gone, a piece of the pit fades. Vix can no longer see as the tears screen any bit of reality away from her; but she can feel. She can feel the pathways carved along her face. She can feel the now sodden blades of grass curling their ways through her fingers. She can feel her family, her home, their warmth, as they push into her. She always knew that their home in Black Hollow would be gone, but she knew deep down that she’d never believe it to be true unless she saw it with them.<br />
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“...It…It really does just live in my memories now…”<br />
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Iri picks up Vix’s face and holds it with only the tenderness that love provides as she responds, “It lives in both of our memories, you don’t have to remember it alone anymore.”<br />
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Winds through the trees carry a symphony of healing as the trio takes this chance to finally grieve together. Luv mourns the life they could have had here, Iris mourns the loss of the loved ones from years ago, and Vix mourns the years she spent burying it all away; only to be uncovered when she finally lets the walls back down again. The pain won’t ever go away. There will always be a part of each of them that was stolen by another’s cruelty, someone’s willingness to feed into fear and hatred, and a being’s certainty that there should not be mercy in the world for those you don’t know. Yet, for just this moment there is a reminder of what they have now, what they have to hope for, and what they can fight for.<br />
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As young Luv looks to her parents with tears in her eyes, she knows that this was needed. They '''needed''' a chance to breathe again. A chance to live again. Through the grieving pain and the somber memories she knows now the blessings that mercy can create. The importance of being curious about this world. The importance that love and support can have. She takes the chance to save this memory and these lessons; for they will be what guide her. As her lungs fill, she rubs the last bit of tears away and with them goes the memory.<br />
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Luv coughs away the smoke now inhabiting her body as she notices the growing blaze. “You may be a part of me but you don’t control me.” she says as her powers hone in and bring the flame back to that of an ever-guiding candle. ''“I won’t let another lose their home for the goals of the selfish, nor will I let others act without mercy. I will help Five; but I will do it with my own guidelines.”'' Luv gathers her gear and sets back out into Ravel; for each night brings with it unending cries for help that she will never ignore. Too many stories have been stolen in this freeze and though she is only one person, she will fight against these losses the only way she knows how; with '''love.'''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
{| class="wikitable"<br />
|'''Key'''<br />
|'''BG'''<br />
|'''Bold & Underlined Names'''<br />
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|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
|Important NPCs & PC<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''River'''<br />
** River joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a soldier of war and how he had been heavily wounded when he stumbled onto the doorstep of a nearby home and passed out. From there he was awoken by a wonderful Tortle named '''Ubo''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in River’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''[[Ravel]]'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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== Spotify Playlist ==<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
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During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
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''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== '''"TELL ME ABOUT XILAS"''' ===<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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=== '''A MOMENT TO GRIEVE''' ===<br />
''(Ideal viewing here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17JCyOzDCcEvugLwGXQqpX5iJRSWwTo_m5x2fIMLMrYc/edit?usp=sharing )''<br />
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“...I am doing my best to rally forces… different heroes should be making their way to Manquel to facilitate proper defence of the city…”<br />
----The lines from Five’s message echo throughout Luv’s mind, wreaking havoc with any semblance of peace she thought she’d have today… “''Are we really about to wind ourselves up in a war? Why? Why does this have to happen? Yes people are desperate but how the hell can that justify the murder of others in an effort to control a land that is barely struggling to survive… HOW IS THIS HAPPENING??...”'' She pauses for a moment…What is this rage building up? It feels like an old friend but it’s not one that she recognizes; at least not at first. Then it hits her.<br />
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''“It’s happening again… a land… a home of many is soon going to be a warzone…What do I do?? Do I just drop everything and rush out to help Five? I should… he did ask for me a-a-and they are going to need all the help they can get to repel an army. They need to save as many lives as possible. But I have people here I am trying to help. What if they need me while I am gone?”'' The candle in Luv’s room begins to glow brighter. “''What if more people die on my watch?”'' Brighter it burns as the oxygen in the room is paradoxically being ripped away. “''What if I can’t actually help stop anything?”'' Brighter yet as the flame radiates and spills overtop the container. ''“What if I watch my friends die?”'' '''Fire''' “''What if?”'' '''Burns''' “''What if??”'' '''Everything''' “''What if?!”'' '''You''' “''WHAT IF!!”'' '''Love''' “''WHAT IF!!!”'' '''Away''' “''FUCK!!!”'' An ashen smell claws its way into Luv’s nose as she freezes. “''what if…”'' Smoke rapidly expands throughout and smears Luv’s once translucent eyes…<br />
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“At least… that ''was'' the home I remembered; before it was ''torched''…” The smoke of a dwindling campfire stings the eyes of a young 13 year-old Luv. As she rubs them clean, where there was once a blurry personification of strength now stands the imposing figure of '''[[Vix]]'''; one of Luv’s livsveileders (“Life Guides” a.k.a. changeling parents). The moment stands achingly still for a bit as Luv’s memory reconnects…This was the night Vix had told Luv about '''Black Hollow'''; the original changeling home.<br />
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The night had started with an innocently asked question by Luv, “Vix, What do you remember about Black Hollow?”. Initially Vix was taken aback by the out of the blue question but, much like how they act in conflict, quickly adapted to the opportunity now present. Hours quickly passed as Vix regaled an ecstatic Luv with stories of love, community, adventure, and trade. Of how Vix and Iri fell in love amongst the pulsating black wisps of the trees. How they would chase each other around the town and bump into passerbys of all kinds; dragonborn, elf, orc, human, etc. How the flowers flourished along every road and how smiles would dance across all faces when they bore witness. But much like any ecstacy provided by the high of nostalgia, it was all temporary…<br />
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The memory reconnects back to where it began, “...before it was ''torched…''They couldn’t leave us be. T-T-''They'' wanted to wipe away our very existence. And they were nearly successful!” Vix recognizes her frustration and takes a moment for breath. “We lost so many, Blue… and all we could do to survive was ''run away''…” Those final words scrape their way through her teeth as she relives the experience. Thoughts of what she could have done ever present and suffocating while the embers reignite a vicious spark in her eyes. She watches in a haze as the campfire strengthens into a blaze; unaware that the young Luv is enraptured by every word and unspoken emotion. The high of being furious; it’s so intoxicating that not even Luv herself notices how every ounce of rage and sorrow is being channeled into this now screaming flame. <br />
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'''It burns.''' <br />
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'''''It breathes.'''''<br />
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'''<big><u>IT ENGULFS.</u></big>''' <br />
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'''''It tears through the sky. Yearning for any chance, any opportunity of escape; as the two figures sit in this trapped experience…'''''<br />
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Then it dies, smothered in water. <br />
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Young Luv blinks back control of her mind as she spots a recently emptied pail on the ground and turns her attention to Iri, her other livsveileder, who is now gently taking hold of her.<br />
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“Luv, what happened? Are you okay?”<br />
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“Y-y-yeah, I’m fine. Vix was just telling me about Black Hollow…”<br />
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“She was, was she?” Iri turns her gaze over to Vix, noticing that they, like Luv, are coming back into the real world. A solemn smile sneaks across her face. “Y’okay over there?”<br />
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“...Always am.”<br />
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“Of course you are, my love”<br />
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Luv now sits wrapped in her usual blanket, running her hands along it’s recently added stitchings as she eavesdrops on Iri & Vix from across the home. It feels wrong for her to listen in on another but she’s rarely ever gotten a chance to hear Iri and Vix debate; it’s an enthralling experience. <br />
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“...I know you’re upset, my love; hells, I still am too. But we both know that we can’t just forget about what we have now and go backwards…”<br />
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''“That’s not what it’s about.”''<br />
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“What?”<br />
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“It’s not about going backwards!” A deep sigh is heard through the home as Vix strategizes her words carefully. “...I don’t want to go backwards. ''I know'' that the time has passed. I know the Great Story is over for those we lost. I know how thankful I am to be here with you and with Luv – Believe me, I cherish every day that that remains true…I just also know how much '''''anger''''' I hold towards them. I never even got a chance to say goodbye to Black Hollow; I was so focused on making sure people '''survived'''.”<br />
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“And they did, '''because of you'''.” The conversation gets harder to hear as Luv holds her breath and tries to listen as closely as possible. “...you are a natural protector, you saved so many lives that day; including mine. I’m so sorry that that was thrust upon you in that moment; it wasn’t fair-”<br />
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“-I’d do it again in a heartbeat-”<br />
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“-I know you would; because that’s who you are. That’s who Vix is – That’s who I love with every fiber of my being and every line written on whatever story may exist out there. You are stunning and thank you for all that you do, all that you are doing, and all that you have done.” Iri’s gentle footsteps echo throughout as they walk over to Vix and hold them. “...And you’re right. You never did get to say goodbye; so let’s do it. Let’s make a trip there. We can even bring Luv-”<br />
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“-Iri, that’s incredibly dangerous. I don’t kn-”<br />
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“-I don’t see how it could be dangerous. I mean…they don’t have a ''strong,'' ''handsome,'' ''and'' ''beautiful warrior like you now, do they''? ''Someone who’s so irresistible that many desire an opportunity to fight them, all to feel just a touch of their body; of their force.'' ”<br />
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There’s a noticeably long pause in their conversation; which isn’t surprising to Luv. This is the side of them she is used to, Vix may be the strength and the fire, but Iri has a way with words and presentation that turns any lover into a blushing fool. Luv moves her ear away from the wall and stops eavesdropping; they are going to need some privacy… and eventually some rest. <br />
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Luv is awoken in the early morning to the presence of both livsveileders geared up for the outdoors. They hug and inform her of how they plan to head to Black Hollow this morning; excitedly Luv prepares while the other two head out to inform others of their “long hiking trip”. The trek will take roughly a week there and a week back, so Luv knows to pack food, bedding, and a few clothing options in case any outsiders they meet get too curious. A few hours later, all three reconvene and begin their adventure in the personas of a fictional half elf family.<br />
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The trek itself proves to not be as difficult as it once was; turns out a long walk in nature is quite nice when you aren’t being chased away. The first few days are spent with laughter as the trio brainstorms what their “half-elf” family story is; Luv says that she’s an aspiring meteorologist, Vix and Iri decide that they are a roaming restaurant business that goes town to town in an effort to advertise their brand. They all know this probably won’t matter much, but it doesn’t hurt to have a story just in case. <br />
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The last few days go well with a bit of hunting, fishing, and campfire stories; but something isn’t quite sitting right with Vix. All felt fine at the start of the trip, merely just a little pit in the stomach, understandable anxiety. But it hasn’t been going away…it’s growing. It’s taking up space with every step that’s taken. Vix initially ignores it and downplays it at every step whenever the other two would ask but it all comes to a head when they are within a few miles from Black Hollow.<br />
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“...I know this spot.”<br />
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“What was that, my love?” Iri pauses Luv in her steps and recognizes Vix’s now frozen position.<br />
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“I killed someone here. They-they were chasing a family and I tried to get in between to stop them but they were much stronger than I thought…” Vix swallows but feels no relief; the pit now has moved it’s way upwards and is threatening to strangle her airways. Iri races over to distract Vix’s vision but it barely helps. “I panicked…I remember my thoughts racing and their yells for my head… then the sound of theirs’ as it fell.” She shakes as the pit expands throughout her body, from the throat to the head and throughout her limbs. It has taken the reins. It wants to move. She needs to move. They need to see.<br />
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“Iri… you had to. They would have-”<br />
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Vix darts into the woods without a second thought while a bewildered Iri and Luv chase after. The branches SNAP with Vix’s speed as shrapnel breaks off across her clothing. Iri’s yells provide little more than white noise to fill the gaps between Vix’s breaths. One would normally care, but right now there’s only one thought on her mind;<br />
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''“What’d they do with our home?”'' <br />
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The thought races through her mind faster than any lighting bolt has shot from a cloud. It tears through her mind and wreaks a welcome havoc that provides the pit a goal. One that stops in a dead halt when she finally breaks into a clearing. “''It should be here.”'' But it wasn’t there. She knew it wouldn’t be. She knew it was burned and cleared away, chosen to never be known. Never to be cherished with the same love her and Iri gave to it. Never to provide safety from all the world’s terrors. It’s story was shredded without a semblance of mercy. <br />
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Vix falls to the ground; the pit now releases it’s grasp as it tries to escape. She fights it back once more but she knows it’s not a battle she can win. She needs to let it out. She needs relief.<br />
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“...I’ve got you. We’ve got you. You haven’t lost us...” <br />
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The tears burn worse than any blaze could ever dream to. Each drop ''carving'' their way through her cheeks. With each one gone, a piece of the pit fades. Vix can no longer see as the tears screen any bit of reality away from her; but she can feel. She can feel the pathways carved along her face. She can feel the now sodden blades of grass curling their ways through her fingers. She can feel her family, her home, their warmth, as they push into her. She always knew that their home in Black Hollow would be gone, but she knew deep down that she’d never believe it to be true unless she saw it with them.<br />
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“...It…It really does just live in my memories now…”<br />
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Iri picks up Vix’s face and holds it with only the tenderness that love provides as she responds, “It lives in both of our memories, you don’t have to remember it alone anymore.”<br />
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Winds through the trees carry a symphony of healing as the trio takes this chance to finally grieve together. Luv mourns the life they could have had here, Iris mourns the loss of the loved ones from years ago, and Vix mourns the years she spent burying it all away; only to be uncovered when she finally lets the walls back down again. The pain won’t ever go away. There will always be a part of each of them that was stolen by another’s cruelty, someone’s willingness to feed into fear and hatred, and a being’s certainty that there should not be mercy in the world for those you don’t know. Yet, for just this moment there is a reminder of what they have now, what they have to hope for, and what they can fight for.<br />
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As young Luv looks to her parents with tears in her eyes, she knows that this was needed. They '''needed''' a chance to breathe again. A chance to live again. Through the grieving pain and the somber memories she knows now the blessings that mercy can create. The importance of being curious about this world. The importance that love and support can have. She takes the chance to save this memory and these lessons; for they will be what guide her. As her lungs fill, she rubs the last bit of tears away and with them goes the memory.<br />
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Luv coughs away the smoke now inhabiting her body as she notices the growing blaze. “You may be a part of me but you don’t control me.” she says as her powers hone in and bring the flame back to that of an ever-guiding candle. ''“I won’t let another lose their home for the goals of the selfish, nor will I let others act without mercy. I will help Five; but I will do it with my own guidelines.”'' Luv gathers her gear and sets back out into Ravel; for each night brings with it unending cries for help that she will never ignore. Too many stories have been stolen in this freeze and though she is only one person, she will fight against these losses the only way she knows how; with '''love.'''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
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|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''River'''<br />
** River joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a soldier of war and how he had been heavily wounded when he stumbled onto the doorstep of a nearby home and passed out. From there he was awoken by a wonderful Tortle named '''Ubo''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in River’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''[[Ravel]]'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
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During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
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''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== '''"TELL ME ABOUT XILAS"''' ===<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''River'''<br />
** River joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a soldier of war and how he had been heavily wounded when he stumbled onto the doorstep of a nearby home and passed out. From there he was awoken by a wonderful Tortle named '''Ubo''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in River’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''[[Ravel]]'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
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During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
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''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== "TELL ME ABOUT XILAS" ===<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
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|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''River'''<br />
** River joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a soldier of war and how he had been heavily wounded when he stumbled onto the doorstep of a nearby home and passed out. From there he was awoken by a wonderful Tortle named '''Ubo''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in River’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''[[Ravel]]'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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<div>== Prologue ==<br />
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=== Session 0: The First Night ===<br />
<u>[[Session]] Tags:</u> Survival<br />
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<u>Characters:</u> Adebimpe, Mr. Putney, Rosamund, Kara, Savile, Quimbleton [All NEW!] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> [[James]] (12/5/2024)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Captain Crezzerin, Bidwell<br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3<br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* Players left the city of [[Ravel]] onboard the '''SS Exodus''' after taking on a small contract to work the ship on its voyage south towards [[Galik]] in [[Amusa]]. <br />
* We learned that Whales are elusive around [[Osugbo]] and that some sailors believe that '''Birds ward off Whales'''. <br />
* After meeting and making rough acquaintance, the captain invited the crew to the '''Captain's dinner''', where they were told to protect the precious and dangerous-sounding cargo which lived in a lock carriage on the deck.<br />
* After hearing that a possible [[whale]] was nearby, Mr. Putney hesitantly left dinner and got some fresh air, getting a first row seat to the beginning of the [[Arctic Autumn]] as a mysterious force on the horizon seemed to zoom by, freezing the ocean water in its wake. <br />
* When the ice reached the ship, the jostle nearly killed the lowly (Level 1) crew, but after getting their bearings, the team left the cabin and were shocked to see the dangerous creature...a [[Dire Turkey|dire turkey]]...had been thrown off the ship and was scrambling quickly away into the frozen sunset.<br />
* Getting onto the Exodus' dinghy, the team took off into the night, kept safe and warm by Kara's fire-bending elementalist powers. <br />
* Avoiding a near-death collision with '''pirates''' (whose cover was blown when Rosamund's [[mystic]] powers revealed their emotions and thoughts), the team sailed into the next day, freezing and huddled around a precarious fire on the dinghy. <br />
* Finally catching up to the sleeping turkey, the team's [[Aarakocra]] tried some bird-like rituals to coax the [[beast]] back, but instead imitated a challenge to the alpha Turkey. In the quick brawl that ensued, Rosamund was nearly killed, but quick thinking from Kara, Putney, and Quimbleton put the bird into an exhausted state, ready to return back.<br />
* Once they returned the bird, the team learned that there would be no voyage to Galik...indeed, the realm had frozen over, and a strange winter had begun: '''A Fantasial Freeze'''.<br />
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=== Session 1: Cold Feet ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u> Survival, [[Onomancy]], Boss Battle, Blowted <br />
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<u>Characters:</u> Adebimpe, Eltolinde, Luv, Clover, Lairus, Jaxzo'Ilan [All NEW!] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (1/3/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> [[Nhart]], [[Otto Bremer]] <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* Working and staying at a shelter in [[Ravel]] to stay away from the cold, the heroes are imposed upon by a group of '''thugs''' who were looking to take blankets to stay warm from the arctic conditions outside.<br />
* After [[Luv]] paid the thugs off, the team convened at a local '''Quest Board''', noting a few of the crazy things happening in town at the moment, including:<br />
** A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted whale bones<br />
** A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
** A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying''' <br />
** Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
** Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
** Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
* Eventually the team settled on investigating the mysterious penguin vision, and went to the '''Onomancer's Guild''' where they met with '''Nhart''', an onomancer who showed them his visions: A massive penguin breaking through the ice sheets of the ocean, sending locals fleeing in fear, while '''an unknown group of 6''' stand vigilantly opposed to it. <br />
* The team got along well with the Onomancers, though team Mystic [[Laris|Lairus]] was highly suspicious, going with the popular thought that Onomancy is an "invasive" form of mind magic that shouldn't be practiced. <br />
* After being given rations and a warm place to sleep that night, the team awoke refreshed and ready to hit the road. However, once they reached the city's frozen harbor piers, they ALSO caught the glimpse of '''Something Large, Monstrous, and Whale-Shaped''', lurking in a back alley. <br />
* As one of the team members was [[Clover]], an infamous monster slayer, an order was given and the team pursued the beast. Eventually it gave an ominous warning to [[Adebimpe]] via telepathy: "You all will pay for the sins of the past". Which was enough reason to go ahead and fully kill the beast in an epic battle across Ravel city rooftops and parks. <br />
* Once the beast was slain and the team totally exhausted, it was decided to backtrack and instead sell this '''Whale-Shaped''' corpse to '''Otto Bremer''', the whale bone dealer, who rewarded the team with a '''Magic Swimming Ring of the Princes''', and '''A Portrait of a Spoon.'''<br />
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=== Session 2: Burnale & Whale ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u> Bastion, Blowted, Wilds, Burnale <br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Eltolinde]], Luv, Clover, Jaxzo'Ilan, [[Quimbleton]], [[Seven (Fantasial Freeze)|Seven]] [New!] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (2/10/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> The [[Burnale]] Clan, [[Otto Bremer]] <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* '''Jaxzo'Ilan''' lost control again and nearly killed Quimbleton in the dark streets of '''Stalled-For-Thyme''', the merchant's district of Ravel (Quimbleton having another Absinthe inspired late night conversation with a lampost)<br />
* The team is attacked by a '''Dragonfly Blowt''' in the streets, forcing everyone to seek shelter nearby, where they notice the piling up problems in Ravel on the bulletin board.<br />
* As much of the group had helped '''Otto Bremer''' before, they decided to assist him in another mission, delivering '''Bone Flutes''' carved from the bones of the Whale Blowt they had previously slain. <br />
* While taking the bones to '''[[Manquel]],''' the team was nearly ambushed in the night by members of the [[Burnale Clan]] who were looking to loot them. In an inspired move, the team instead decided to challenge the Burnale to a '''drinking contest''', using Quimbleton's Absinthe as the drink of choice. <br />
* Having built up a tolerance (or otherwise using magic) the team was able to stay on their feet longer than the Burnale leader, allowing them to loot his body instead. Eltolinde claiming roughly 100 GP worth of gold in doing so.<br />
* Before arriving in '''Manquel''', the team receives a message from the city (delivered by a freezing Jaxzo'Ilan) that the '''Flutes may be cursed.''' The team attempts to confirm if they're cursed by...playing the flute. By doing so, the massive and deep tones of a whale burst over the countryside, unknowingly summoning any nearby Blowt to the area. <br />
* In Manquel, it appears the town was '''recently under attack by a Blowt''' summoned to the area (I wonder by who???), but the team fights hard to trap the blowt in its own mind through Luv's mental magics. Once it was trapped, it was a trivial matter of ending it. <br />
* To avoid having to now deliver the flutes to the townsfolk and further cursing people, the team decides to instead pay the city merchant the full value of the flutes (roughly 80 GP), which he seems happy with.<br />
* With the Whale defeated and the mission finished, the team begins to set up a headquarters, a [[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|Bastion]], in Manquel.<br />
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=== Session 3: Blood on the Ice ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u> Boss Battle, Blowted, [[The Unravel]], Escort<br />
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<u>Characters:</u> Adebimpe, Lairus, [[Sevile]], [[Kara]][[Asimi|, Asimi]] [New!], [[Cavii Kero]] [New!] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (2/16/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> [[Aiken]], [[Mayor Berry]], [[Captain Cronch]], [[Breakwater]] <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* In a town meeting at '''The Kaleidoscope''' (the city's center), it is revealed that more Blowt attacks have been happening, and the city guards are not enough to protect the people in the streets. <br />
* After some "negotiation" from '''Kara''' and '''Savile, a''' deal is brought to the table in which the city's Thieves' Guild, [[The Unravel]], would pad the city's forces and patrol at night. However there would be a team up: 1 guard for every [[Thief]], to ensure accountability. <br />
* With the meeting adjourned, the team decided to investigate the poor tortle Captain Cronch who had been frozen for at least a week, and who had people so worried about him that they were posting for help on the notice boards of the city. <br />
* On the way to Cronch, the team encountered a massive '''Squall''' which nearly destroyed their ability to survive the cold, if it weren't for '''Kara's''' firebending abilities. Surviving the blizzard, the group encounters '''Breakwater''', a bright eyed Grung in the region, they give him a coat and send him to safety. <br />
* Arriving at Cronch's cabin, the crew find that Breakwater had buried Cronch in a "Burial Mound", after evacuating Cronch from his burial mound (don't worry he was just hibernating), it would open up into a portal to ''another world,'' through which a massive turtle-like blowt would emerge. <br />
* After nearly TPK'ing to the turtle (in part thanks to Asimi's uneducated use of Cronch's staff [[Rumblewood]]) they would be able to push the turtle back into the portal and close it for good, saving Cronch's life and taking him back to [[Ravel]] for a more permanent safety.<br />
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=== Session 4: Are we the Balabaddies? ===<br />
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<u>Session Tags:</u> Exploration, Balabag, Survival, Lush Pocket<br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Sevile]], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]], [[Quimbleton]], Silent Wind [New!], [[Fridtjof]] [New!] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (2/28/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Balabag's Heroes ([[Thaddeus]], Tim the Aarokocra, ??? the Goliath, ??? the [[Kitsune]]), Fergus the Manquel Merchant <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* Having set up the [[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|Manquel Bastion]], Jaxzo'Ilan begins to employ the Barracks with other heroes of the realm, recruiting a '''Goliath''' and an '''Aarakocra''' who were taking shelter in the area to help in saving the world. <br />
** The Goliath has daddy issues, and struggles in his nightmares.<br />
* After others arrive in from Ravel, a team of 6 is founded, and the decision is made that since Manquel is already in land, they're in the perfect position to search for the rumored "'''Lush Pocket'''" that Ravel was hunting down. <br />
* Thanks to the insane survival abilities of [[[Paul]]'s Goliath], Silent Wind, and Jaxzo combined, they were able to find the Lush Pocket in record time, stumbling upon a warm spot after only 3 hours of trudging through the snow. <br />
* After discovering that the '''[https://news.umich.edu/tropical-rain-forest-thrived-throughout-last-ice-age/ Lush Pocket thrived due to a greenhouse effect on the lowlands]''' (scientifically backed!), the team snuck down, only to discover that the Lush Pocket had already been claimed by '''Rival [[Adventurers]]''' hailing from the city of [[Balabag]] <br />
* The leader of these rivals was revealed to be '''Thaddeus''' of the '''Drycræft Drifan School of Magicks''', a rival school to Quimbleton's '''Xerneiros'''. <br />
* ''When Quimbleton realized that the valley was south of the [[Balabar River|'''Balabar River''']], and that due to the geopolitical fallout of [[The Cavalry Rush]], this particular pocket has every right to be claimed by [[Ravel]] and NOT by Balabag, which exists on the north side of the river. However, once he began to elucidate the historical and political reasons why Balabag should give up its claim on the land, the rival adventurers figured it was going to be a better idea to just fight off our intruding heroes.'' <br />
* After an epic waterside combat (and the death of half of the enemy team) the Balabag heroes forfeited, offering themselves up to be arrested and taken back to Ravel or Balabag. <br />
** This included Tim the Aarakocra, as well as an unnamed Kitsune and Goliath.<br />
* [[Jaxzo'Ilan]] lost control again and once again needed to be talked down by her friends. <br />
* The heroes were rewarded in gold, and political machinations were set into action.<br />
=== Session 5: End of the Rime ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Seven (Fantasial Freeze)|Seven,]] [[Cavii Kero|Cavii]], [[Lairus]], [[Kara]], [[Eltolinde]], [[Quimbleton]] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (3/12/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Farmer Lyle, Professor Alfonz Mordecai, Ennui, Althia, Bartlett <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* An appearance of the followers of [[Amaun]], said to have been apotheosized from the freezing citizens of Ravel to wards off the cold, move into the Fresna (the Outer District of Ravel)<br />
* Narrowly saving Farmer Lyle's farm by using mysticisim against the minds of Amaun's believers, it is discovered that among their ranks is '''Serg,''' a former lover of [[Dark Silvio]]. <br />
* They interrogate Serg and discover the Amaun forces believe that Amaun's flames cleanse an area of the perpetual cold, and they were trying to bring life back to the frozen farmlands, almost destroying the entire crop of '''Sour Lingenberries''' growing there. <br />
* Farmer Lyle thanks them by giving them a pig, named Turkey Bacon, who now belongs to [[Cavii Kero|Cavii]] <br />
* Worse for wear, the group travels into the city for warmth and shelter at Cavii's [[The Fantasial Freeze/Bastion|bastion]], where they meet 6 unique NPCs who have been staying there as shelter from the storm<br />
** Pierre Robes, local tailor<br />
** Ennui, a mysterious tielfing<br />
** Hermis Rangina, a [[minotaur]]<br />
** Alfonz Mordecai, a [[kenku]] professor<br />
** Althia Arcanethia, a scholar elf<br />
** Zugon [[Montane]], a fisherman<br />
* Althia and Quimbleton take a moment to go over what the scholars have determined about the "Blowt", which includes references to something called the '''[[Subsoil Air]],''' and rumors that the Blowt are coming from either under the frozen ocean, or from under the now-barren continental shelf<br />
* After taking on a mission to take down pirates on the Ice, the group of heroes PLUS Althia and Mordecai head out on the ice. Mordecai goes because he's a healer, Althia goes because she's researching the ice and the possible Blowt under it. <br />
* On their way out on the ice they encounter a '''Carrion Crawler''' which had devoured a group of Merfolk. <br />
* Finally arriving at the pirate's stronghold, a series of ice structured erected on the ocean's ice (and a number of ships that go with it), the group takes out the pirates AND the spies. claiming the gems and rewards left there, and claiming the bounty in the name of the Xeo Family of Ravel. <br />
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== Act 1: [[The Arctic Autumn]] ==<br />
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=== Session 6: Unraveled ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u> <br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Savile]], [[Luv]], [[Silent Wind]], [[Yoko]] [New!], [[Sven]] [New!], [[Red (Fantasial Freeze)|Red]] [New!] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (3/15/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Farmer Lyle, Peatro, Ennui, Althia, Bartlett <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* A group of good Samaritans (New PCs Yoko, Sven, and Red), working together to clear snow on the streets of Ravel after a recent squall discover that Farmer Lyle has been sheltering in the historic district, which is now known as [James look this up again, it's the petroglyph one]. <br />
* The house, which was located on the riverbank, then collapsed down into the bank, crumbling the structures and sending everyone down under a massive avalanche of soil and wood. <br />
* When the dust clears, the group finds that under the riverbank was a portion of [[The Unravel]]. <br />
* Shortly aftewards, two heroes dive into the avalanche to pull out any survivors, they themselves becoming trapped. The confused and anxious group, stuck in what appears to be a dungeon of a hideout, find their way to the next room where Silent Wind is interrogating Ennui.<br />
* Ennui is left underground in the Ravel<br />
* [[Luv]] finds the blankets that have been stolen from shelters around Ravel<br />
* [[Sven]] contracts wendigo disease from a [[Wendigo]], and immolates himself to save the rest of the team from being turned, and to save himself from having to become a monster. His final words: ''"Head to [[Schmetalton]], look for my identical twin brother, [[Ben]]"''<br />
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=== Session 7: Schmedled ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Oswald]] [New!], [[Takeshi]] [New!], [[Kludzu]] [New!], [[Tessa Night|Tessa]] [New!], [[Adebimpe]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (3/28/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Farmer Lyle, Peatro, Ennui, Althia, Bartlett <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* Welcome to [[Schmetalton|Schmedleton]], home to a unique monestary, which was previously the church of Sven and Ben (see Session 6) <br />
* [[Oswald]] contracts Wendigo disease, and it's learned that the disease can be stopped before it takes hold if the diseased gets ahold of some '''Grey UmaOrchid''' <br />
* The team fights a '''[[Wendigo]]''' '''Bear''' <br />
* Jaxzo comes face to face with [[Xilas LaCroix]] for the first time. <br />
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=== Session 8: Onomanced ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Seven (Fantasial Freeze)|Seven]] (Now '''Six'''), [[Kara]], [[Luv]], [[Clementine]] [New!], [[Savile]], [[Tessa]] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (4/6/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Peatro <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* [[Tessa]] arrives in Ravel, looking for the [[LaCroix]] estate and clues to where the vampiric [[Xilas LaCroix]] may have escaped off to. <br />
* [[Peatro]] gives in to his wendigo disease, with no cure found in the area yet. Those present during his transformation fight '''Wendigo Peatro''' within he C3, using successful team tactics.<br />
* Luv finally comes full circle from session 1, finishing the mission their original team set out to do, but far too late. <br />
* The team fights a '''[[Wendigo]] [[Blowt]]''' <br />
* [[Clementine]] learns to [[Onomancy|read names]]. By deciphering a piece of poetry, they are rewarded with a magical crust of bread.<br />
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=== Session 9: Waddled ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Frieda]] [New!], [[Neighbor]] [New!], [[Fridtjof]], [[Yoko]], [[Takeshi]], [[Cavii Kero]] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (4/12/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* We find [[Webber]] the [[Kaiju Penguin]] <br />
* The team fights a '''Blizzard Eel''' <br />
* Frieda discovers a lost Manatee who she then names '''Freya'''. <br />
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=== Session 10: Towered ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Clover Softpaw]], [[Seven (Fantasial Freeze)|Six]], [[Ben]], [[Red (Fantasial Freeze)|Red]], [[Kludzu]], [[Clementine]] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (4/19/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Aiken, Bartlett, Kiun Xeo, LaCroix Son, some really cool dogs <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* Six is captured by the '''Unravel''' on suspicion of leading the [[Amaun]] [[cult]]. Teir evidence includes his fiery sword, his mysterious nature and convenient inability to recall where he's been or who he is, and his ever-burning branch (gifted by Kara). During questioning, Aiken recognizes a magical geas has been placed upon Six.<br />
* Six is almost beaten to death, but the interrogation is interrupted by [[Clementine]], who mistook a posting looking for thug support as one looking for artists and performers. <br />
* Recognizing Six, Clem and others present (including a late arrival Ben) calm the room after a brief skirmish, and the Unravel are convinced Seven is innocent, and that in fact it is '''Dark Silvio''' who is behind everything. They take Dark Silvio and leave.<br />
* Licking their wounds, the group reconvenes in safety elsewhere, eventually deciding to band together and take a quest looking for protection at the Xeo Estate in the city. <br />
* The team learns Kiun Xeo's life after the LaCroix family in town appear to have a bounty placed on his head. Along with Xeo's two golems, the team takes up defensive positions for the night. [[Xilas LaCroix|Xilas]] sends waves of dhampir and vampire spawn to ensure Kiun is dealt with properly. Several team members are injured or paralyzed, and Kludzu is downed. <br />
* In the midst of the fighting, Red scurries to a quiet corner of the Xeo mansion and unlocks a secret door. They discover that the Xeo family are worshippers of the [[Amaun]] fire cult and have been funding the group's activities! Red makes off with the sacred text the Xeos have hidden in their mansion, later turning it over to Six. <br />
* After the sun rises, Kiun treats the heroes to breakfast. It's a trap! Vindrix LaCroix, the son of Xilas, ambushes the party in the dining room with his boli familiar. Another fight ensues, and things are tense, but the group does slay the vampire.<br />
* Kiun, now fearing extra for his life, pleads with the heroes to escort him to safety. Six allows Xeo and his golems to hide out to the '''Manquel''' Bastion, and the party resolves to keep an eye out, knowing the fire cult will be taking up residence in the abandoned building.<br />
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=== Session 11: Crossed ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Luv]], [[Tessa Night]], [[Quimbleton]], [[Mundi]] [New!], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]], [[Adebimpe]]<br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (4/27/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Xilas LaCroix, [[Cecil]], the Bolis! <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* The gang meets in [[Kludzu#The Brass Eye|The Brass Eye]], a tavern operated by PC [[Kludzu]] (who isn't present at the moment).<br />
* While there and discussing their plans to take down [[Xilas LaCroix]], the gang is overheard by "Mundi", a well spoken, vaguely british, fine dressed Capybarafolk warrior. He claims to also have "beef" with the LaCroix, and promises the team a secret entrance through which they can ambush the LaCroix palace.<br />
* The gang argues for a while on best practices, and various battle strategies to get ready for their infiltration, including some very wise invisibility spells.<br />
* ...It was a trap. Once they're at the back door, "Mundi" gives the secret knock, and a teleportation [[rune]] trigger, taking everyone in the vicinity, visible or not, to a waterlogged dungeon where [[Boli]] await to torture and suck the blood of the victims. <br />
* Xilas is there, briefly, but only to attempt to turn the players against each other, which he fails to do. However, he then sends the REAL '''Mundi''' against the team, who is a powerful hulking [[barbarian]] of a capybarafolk, and NOTHING like the Mundi they thought they found, who was in fact a braggart of a [[vampire]] spawn named "Cecil".<br />
* Within the same dungeon there also sat a captured gnome by the name of [[Ipanam]]. Originally known for his wonderful music, he now was being mind controlled to try and fight the party. Once the fight is over, he is recruited as another of Luv's henchmen.<br />
* The team fights hard, takes out the Boli, and even kills Cecil along the way, but once again fails to secure Xilas. Thinking themselves alone, they begin to plot a plan in which Luv will impersonate and take over the LaCroix estate here in Ravel...but realize too late their precious plans were already overheard by Xilas, who now instills paranoia to all of them.<br />
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=== Session 12: Smithed ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Kara]], [[Savile]], [[Quimbleton]], [[Clementine]], [[Luv]], Denaria [New!]<br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (5/4/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Captain Crezzerin, Glarf, Breakwater, Nhart, Pierre Robes <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* '''Dark Silvio''' narrowly escapes his encagement in the '''Unravel''', being chased by a number of Unravel members. Member [[Kara|Karasu]] corners him and talks him into smuggling away to a safe corner of the Unravel where he can hide out in peace until it is time to return with [[Seven (Fantasial Freeze)|Seven]]. New Unravel member '''Denaria''' is also there.<br />
* After Kara finds out '''Someone has also put a bounty on her head''' she goes to the C3 to start an investigation. <br />
* While there, she bumps into '''Clementine,''' as well as C3 residents '''Quimbleton, Savile,''' and '''Luv,''' who are working on making a delicious stew as well as understanding the '''Mysteries of the Magic Bread'''. It is determined that it IS infinite food, but not very quick infinite food, nor is it long lasting once removed from its breadbox. <br />
* '''Denaria''' also stumbles in, and after brief tensions with Luv, who mistakes her as another Unravel member looking to collect a bounty, accepts Denaria. Together the 6 of them now look for some work to bring in money and more food for themselves.<br />
* They settle on accepting a Bounty Mission placed on a mysterious creature known as '''The Firefly''', after '''Denaria''' leads a tracking expedition, the Firefly is found stealing from a market late at night.<br />
* Using a combination of Quimbleton's Sleep spell, Denaria's grappling hook, and Savile's net, the group captures the Firefly, only to realize that it is...(cue dramatic music)...'''Captain Crezzerin from Session 1!'''<br />
* Deciding not to take Crezzerin in, the team learns why Crezzerin got the bounty on her, and why'd she'd been stealing so much. It turns out nobody was helping her procure the materials and goods she needed for her Ship-Repair project, so she put together teams of thieves from other forgotten and outcast persons. <br />
* When the players revealed they had a combination of ''Muscle, Brains, and Blacksmithing knowledge''',''''' (plus Clementine's Bardic inspiration to set the pace of the forging), they took matters into their own hands, crafting and forging everything that Crezzerin needed instead of stealing it from others. <br />
* With the forging done, and the ship repaired, the team was able to rechristen '''The Arctic Express''' (legally distinct from the Polar Express), and sent Crezzerin and her team on their way as they began to test out the new ship: one with the ability to finally traverse the frosty wastelands. <br />
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=== Session 13: Veiled ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Ben]], [[Cavii Kero|Cavii]], [[Fären]], Ramad, [[One|Six]], Yoko<br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (5/10/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> Thesaurus <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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* Yoko is assisting in handing out food to citizens of Ravel in the Rolling Spools tavern. Ramad, Fären, and Ben are part of the long line that has formed, as stores for the city are running low.<br />
* Six arrives with his new henchman, '''Inflammable Kevin''', as the crowd is dispersing. He turns to assist a lone woman who is licking the crumbs off her fingers, and she turns into a '''wendigo''' before his eyes, sparking a fight.<br />
* The transformed '''wendigo''' downs Fären and transmits the wendigo disease to Yoko before being slain. Six grabs Fären's body and runs toward the C3, just across the frozen river that winds through Ravel.<br />
* Cavii hears Six's cries and meets the heroes halfway, deftly reviving Fären and Yoko with Ramad's help, notably '''curing a PC of the wendigo disease''' for the first time in the campaign. Fären comes to in Six's arms, startled at the reality of being saved by a human male.<br />
* Six reveals an anonymous note showing that '''Balabag''' has poisoned the rations that were to be dispersed amongst the townsfolk with wendigo disease, and that the '''Balabag army''' sits just outside of '''Manquel''', demanding housing for its soldiers as they move to fight against Ravel. Many '''wendigo''' are now loose on the city streets, and many quests are incapable of advancing until the scourge is dealt with. Six pens a letter calling for '''troops to fight the Balabag army''', and posts it on many bulletin boards.<br />
* Yoko and Fären both report seeing the image of a skeletal frost giant, calling for Cavii, while they were downed.<br />
* The heroes reconvene in the C3, where Cavii outlines the plan for piercing through the '''Veil''', where downed characters exist in moments close to death, recounting a wall of eyes calling for Cavii himself. The process involves bloodletting the heroes in a safe space (the C3), then exploring the Veil together. Cavii and Ramad offer to watch the others with healing potions at the ready, as Inflammable Kevin guards the door from interlopers.<br />
* Fären, Ben, Yoko, and Six descend into the Veil. They quickly realize they are separated and have to deal with their own personal antagonists. There are siblings aplenty, as Fären is forced to confront his brother, '''Lycidas''', and Yoko fights his brother, Mujyo. Ben reunites with his brother '''Sven''', who has passed on, as well as '''Gustafar''', his step-brother now armed with dark eldritch magic. Six is transported to a space alone, but for a set of ghostly hands reaching down.<br />
* Six calls the skeletal frost giant, bringing it into the Veil near the heroes, then alerts Cavii that their presence is necessary. Cavii descends into the Veil and meets the spirit of his own brother '''Ravii''', who rests on the frost giant's shoulder. The giant is introduced as '''Thesaurus''', who appears to be the master of this place. Thesaurus is calling not for Cavii but for something called the "Cailleach Béara", which Ravii mishears as "capybara".<br />
* Combat ensues within the Veil; Cavii and Fären are defeated by Thesaurus and Lycidas, while Yoko reaches a kind of truce with Mujyo. Ben and Sven work together to defeat Gustafar, and Ben gains some closure over his twin's death. Six pulls down one of the hands within his space and meets Seven, another soul inhabiting his body. Six and Seven have a long, comforting chat, and Seven convinces Six to rest for a while and "let someone else take over."<br />
* Cavii is defeated by Thesaurus, and in Quelmar, they start to die in their bed. The presence of death summons a '''Blowt''', who downs Inflammable Kevin with one blow, and who Ramad skillfully avoids through magical means. Six reincarnates as Five, poetically incinerating Kevin's corpse (he was inflammable) and defeating the Blowt. The rest of the crew are stabilized and brought back to life, their journey to the Veil filled with more questions and few answers.<br />
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=== Session 14: Crowned ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Clementine]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]], [[Kara]], [[Clover Softpaw]], [[Tessa Night]], [[Annabelle]] <br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (5/21/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> [[X (The Paladin)]], Unnamed Amaun Cult leader <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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=== Session 15: Blowted ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> Takeshi, [[Thimbal]], [[Gale]], [[Kludzu]], [[Red (Fantasial Freeze)|Red]], [[Neighbor Craig]]<br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (5/29/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> [[Farmer Lyle]], Jenny Jangles, a Blowt named Uct, Bartlett<br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3<br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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=== Session 16: Chased ===<br />
<blockquote>This session was a crossover game with [[Ancients Alive]] and [[System Agnostic]] campaigns!</blockquote><u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u> [[Clementine]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]], [[Kara]], [[Lairus]] (Plus [[Maverick]] & [[Edna]], plus [[System Agnostic/Episode 3.3: System Error|Nuria]])<br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (6/1/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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=== Session 17: ===<br />
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<u>Characters:</u><br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (6/??/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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=== Session 18: ===<br />
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<u>Characters:</u><br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (6/??/2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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=== Session 19: ===<br />
<u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u><br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (6/??/2025)<br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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== Act 2 ==<br />
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=== Session 20: ===<br />
<blockquote>This session was a crossover game with [[Ancients Alive]] and [[System Agnostic]] campaigns!</blockquote><u>Session Tags:</u><br />
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<u>Characters:</u><br />
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<u>DM:</u> James (QuelmarCon 2025)<br />
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<u>Important NPCs:</u> <br />
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<u>XP Gained:</u> 3 <br />
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<u>Important Things that Happened:</u><br />
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== Act 3 ==<br />
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'''Changelings''' are a humanoid [[race]] who are distantly descended from doppelgangers, sharing their shapeshifting capabilities. Because of this, many use their abilities as spies and assassins, which, in turn, has led many people to mistrust them.<br />
<br />
== Physical Description ==<br />
While changelings can shapeshift, they do have a true form. Their skin tone is pale, a white or light gray, with slender bodies and proportionally longer limbs to most humanoids. Their eyes are large and colorless, rimmed by a dark rings. Their hair colors can range, but are generally a light shade and whitened. <br />
<br />
All changelings are naturally genderfluid as they can assume all forms. <br />
<br />
== Personality ==<br />
Despite being unassuming, changelings can have strong opinions and varying morals depending on their makeup and where they grew up. <br />
<br />
Changelings are commonly viewed as tricksters and con artists, sometimes even thieves and assassins. In reality though, changelings are just as good or bad as any other person. Some changelings work hard on removing this stigma, but others can't help but give in to what others see them as. <br />
<br />
Changelings are generally soft-spoken and do not draw attention to themselves. They appreciate the finer things in life, but try to avoid direct confrontation. <br />
<br />
Changelings have a natural curiosity the cultures of other races and many strike out as [[adventurers]] to learn as much as they can. <br />
<br />
== Society ==<br />
Changelings live among other races, mostly living in the shadows. They are commonly found in large cities where many use their talents as entertainers, government agents, or adventurers, but also for criminal reasons as well. <br />
<br />
Some live in stable communities where they are open about their identities, but others live in communities where they keep their true identity hidden.<br />
<br />
== Origin ==<br />
No-one is quite certain the origin of changelings but a few theories do exist:<br />
<br />
# With a world full of so many different social species, changelings are a natural evolution born out of an urge to blend in and survive. Those that did not exhibit a proper control of their own muscular & organ structure quickly died out and those that showed great skill at the technique found themselves in ideal conditions to keep growing. This theory exists amongst many scholars unhappy with other potential theories assuming that changelings were just the outcome of a magical deal of some sort.<br />
# Some historians believe that the changeling race was a magical accident caused by an ancient wizard, lich, or other powerful entity. This master being is theorized to have created the first changelings out of a need for spies, servants, or a perfect, enlightened race of humanoids to rule over the world. <br />
# A less kind theory on the origin of changelings is that they are the result of forced crossbreeding between humanoids and dopplegangers as an experiment. Whether true or no, it has attached a negative stigma to changelings in some regions, particularly Pteris. The slur "double-face" has grown out of associations to this theory, and its utterance is a fast way to make an enemy of a changeling.<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Language ===<br />
livsveileder - Changeling word for Life Guide or their version of parents. <br />
<br />
== Religion ==<br />
<br />
=== The Great Story ===<br />
One known Changeling religion is that of the belief in a '''<u>Great Story</u>.''' This concept is shared through many changelings that revel in storytelling and is the thought that every being on the planet was created to serve a narrative purpose for the world. No one story outshines all the others, and the death of a living being is merely the ending chapter of their story; which then creates new story possibilities for those they impacted. <br />
<br />
Followers of this religion are known as "Story-Tellers". Story-Tellers don't believe that there is one being who placed them there for their tales; instead they believe each being is their own story crafter and all are working together to create this Great Story (whether they mean to or not). Many showcase this through plays, writings, dances, etc. as a means to keep another's tale going for as long as possible and creating all sorts of new avenues whereever they are heard. This is especially noticed during a changeling performance where they swap between different faces, voices, and personalities to best showcase the being they are talking about. As an example, if a changeling were to tell a story about "Farmer John and the time he yelled about not running in the field", they would morph their appearance to look, sound, & act exactly like Farmer John. From there they would act out the scenario and use their memory to best recreate the exact experience (with maybe a few embellishments) to do the story justice. <br />
<br />
It is not known how popular this religion is amongst Changelings, or among other species. The Great Story has, however, been discussed enough that the religion has made it's way into other social circles; mainly existing within that of the artistic fields. Some detractors believe it to be an excuse for Changeling's to use their abilities or a flattening / commoditization of people's lived experiences, while supporters view it as a peaceful way to know that their life matters and that they will be remembered for years to come. <br />
<br />
Unlike some religions, there is no "end goal" when it comes to the Great Story. As long as there are beings able to tell a story, there will always be ink and there will always be pages for the stories to be written down. If the current world were to come to an end, then the story would just continue on to a much more grand story. <br />
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<div>{{Worldbuilders}} [[File:Screenshot 2022-03-21 105500.png|thumb|https://eberron.fandom.com/wiki/Changeling]]<br />
'''Changelings''' are a humanoid [[race]] who are distantly descended from doppelgangers, sharing their shapeshifting capabilities. Because of this, many use their abilities as spies and assassins, which, in turn, has led many people to mistrust them.<br />
<br />
== '''Physical Description''' ==<br />
While changelings can shapeshift, they do have a true form. Their skin tone is pale, a white or light gray, with slender bodies and proportionally longer limbs to most humanoids. Their eyes are large and colorless, rimmed by a dark rings. Their hair colors can range, but are generally a light shade and whitened. <br />
<br />
All changelings are naturally genderfluid as they can assume all forms. <br />
<br />
== '''Personality''' ==<br />
Despite being unassuming, changelings can have strong opinions and varying morals depending on their makeup and where they grew up. <br />
<br />
Changelings are commonly viewed as tricksters and con artists, sometimes even thieves and assassins. In reality though, changelings are just as good or bad as any other person. Some changelings work hard on removing this stigma, but others can't help but give in to what others see them as. <br />
<br />
Changelings are generally soft-spoken and do not draw attention to themselves. They appreciate the finer things in life, but try to avoid direct confrontation. <br />
<br />
Changelings have a natural curiosity the cultures of other races and many strike out as [[adventurers]] to learn as much as they can. <br />
<br />
== '''Society''' ==<br />
Changelings live among other races, mostly living in the shadows. They are commonly found in large cities where many use their talents as entertainers, government agents, or adventurers, but also for criminal reasons as well. <br />
<br />
Some live in stable communities where they are open about their identities, but others live in communities where they keep their true identity hidden.<br />
<br />
== Origin ==<br />
No-one is quite certain the origin of changelings but a few theories do exist:<br />
<br />
# With a world full of so many different social species, changelings are a natural evolution born out of an urge to blend in and survive. Those that did not exhibit a proper control of their own muscular & organ structure quickly died out and those that showed great skill at the technique found themselves in ideal conditions to keep growing. This theory exists amongst many scholars unhappy with other potential theories assuming that changelings were just the outcome of a magical deal of some sort.<br />
# Some historians believe that the changeling race was a magical accident caused by an ancient wizard, lich, or other powerful entity. This master being is theorized to have created the first changelings out of a need for spies, servants, or a perfect, enlightened race of humanoids to rule over the world. <br />
# A less kind theory on the origin of changelings is that they are the result of forced crossbreeding between humanoids and dopplegangers as an experiment. Whether true or no, it has attached a negative stigma to changelings in some regions, particularly Pteris. The slur "double-face" has grown out of associations to this theory, and its utterance is a fast way to make an enemy of a changeling.<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Language ===<br />
livsveileder - Changeling word for Life Guide or their version of parents. <br />
<br />
== Religion ==<br />
<br />
=== The Great Story ===<br />
One known Changeling religion is that of the belief in a '''<u>Great Story</u>.''' This concept is shared through many changelings that revel in storytelling and is the thought that every being on the planet was created to serve a narrative purpose for the world. No one story outshines all the others, and the death of a living being is merely the ending chapter of their story; which then creates new story possibilities for those they impacted. <br />
<br />
Followers of this religion are known as "Story-Tellers". Story-Tellers don't believe that there is one being who placed them there for their tales; instead they believe each being is their own story crafter and all are working together to create this Great Story (whether they mean to or not). Many showcase this through plays, writings, dances, etc. as a means to keep another's tale going for as long as possible and creating all sorts of new avenues whereever they are heard. This is especially noticed during a changeling performance where they swap between different faces, voices, and personalities to best showcase the being they are talking about. As an example, if a changeling were to tell a story about "Farmer John and the time he yelled about not running in the field", they would morph their appearance to look, sound, & act exactly like Farmer John. From there they would act out the scenario and use their memory to best recreate the exact experience (with maybe a few embellishments) to do the story justice. <br />
<br />
It is not known how popular this religion is amongst Changelings, or among other species. The Great Story has, however, been discussed enough that the religion has made it's way into other social circles; mainly existing within that of the artistic fields. Some detractors believe it to be an excuse for Changeling's to use their abilities or a flattening / commoditization of people's lived experiences, while supporters view it as a peaceful way to know that their life matters and that they will be remembered for years to come. <br />
<br />
Unlike some religions, there is no "end goal" when it comes to the Great Story. As long as there are beings able to tell a story, there will always be ink and there will always be pages for the stories to be written down. If the current world were to come to an end, then the story would just continue on to a much more grand story. <br />
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<div>{{Worldbuilders}} [[File:Screenshot 2022-03-21 105500.png|thumb|https://eberron.fandom.com/wiki/Changeling]]<br />
'''Changelings''' are a humanoid [[race]] who are distantly descended from doppelgangers, sharing their shapeshifting capabilities. Because of this, many use their abilities as spies and assassins, which, in turn, has led many people to mistrust them.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Physical Description'''<br />
<br />
While changelings can shapeshift, they do have a true form. Their skin tone is pale, a white or light gray, with slender bodies and proportionally longer limbs to most humanoids. Their eyes are large and colorless, rimmed by a dark rings. Their hair colors can range, but are generally a light shade and whitened. <br />
<br />
All changelings are naturally genderfluid as they can assume all forms. <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Personality'''<br />
<br />
Despite being unassuming, changelings can have strong opinions and varying morals depending on their makeup and where they grew up. <br />
<br />
Changelings are commonly viewed as tricksters and con artists, sometimes even thieves and assassins. In reality though, changelings are just as good or bad as any other person. Some changelings work hard on removing this stigma, but others can't help but give in to what others see them as. <br />
<br />
Changelings are generally soft-spoken and do not draw attention to themselves. They appreciate the finer things in life, but try to avoid direct confrontation. <br />
<br />
Changelings have a natural curiosity the cultures of other races and many strike out as [[adventurers]] to learn as much as they can. <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Society''' <br />
<br />
Changelings live among other races, mostly living in the shadows. They are commonly found in large cities where many use their talents as entertainers, government agents, or adventurers, but also for criminal reasons as well. <br />
<br />
Some live in stable communities where they are open about their identities, but others live in communities where they keep their true identity hidden.<br />
<br />
== Origin ==<br />
No-one is quite certain the origin of changelings but a few theories do exist:<br />
<br />
# With a world full of so many different social species, changelings are a natural evolution born out of an urge to blend in and survive. Those that did not exhibit a proper control of their own muscular & organ structure quickly died out and those that showed great skill at the technique found themselves in ideal conditions to keep growing. This theory exists amongst many scholars unhappy with other potential theories assuming that changelings were just the outcome of a magical deal of some sort.<br />
# Some historians believe that the changeling race was a magical accident caused by an ancient wizard, lich, or other powerful entity. This master being is theorized to have created the first changelings out of a need for spies, servants, or a perfect, enlightened race of humanoids to rule over the world. <br />
# A less kind theory on the origin of changelings is that they are the result of forced crossbreeding between humanoids and dopplegangers as an experiment. Whether true or no, it has attached a negative stigma to changelings in some regions, particularly Pteris. The slur "double-face" has grown out of associations to this theory, and its utterance is a fast way to make an enemy of a changeling.<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Language ===<br />
livsveileder - Changeling word for Life Guide or their version of parents. <br />
<br />
== Religion ==<br />
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=== The Great Story ===<br />
One known Changeling religion is that of the belief in a '''<u>Great Story</u>.''' This concept is shared through many changelings that revel in storytelling and is the thought that every being on the planet was created to serve a narrative purpose for the world. No one story outshines all the others, and the death of a living being is merely the ending chapter of their story; which then creates new story possibilities for those they impacted. <br />
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Followers of this religion are known as "Story-Tellers". Story-Tellers don't believe that there is one being who placed them there for their tales; instead they believe each being is their own story crafter and all are working together to create this Great Story (whether they mean to or not). Many showcase this through plays, writings, dances, etc. as a means to keep another's tale going for as long as possible and creating all sorts of new avenues whereever they are heard. This is especially noticed during a changeling performance where they swap between different faces, voices, and personalities to best showcase the being they are talking about. As an example, if a changeling were to tell a story about "Farmer John and the time he yelled about not running in the field", they would morph their appearance to look, sound, & act exactly like Farmer John. From there they would act out the scenario and use their memory to best recreate the exact experience (with maybe a few embellishments) to do the story justice. <br />
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It is not known how popular this religion is amongst Changelings, or among other species. The Great Story has, however, been discussed enough that the religion has made it's way into other social circles; mainly existing within that of the artistic fields. Some detractors believe it to be an excuse for Changeling's to use their abilities or a flattening / commoditization of people's lived experiences, while supporters view it as a peaceful way to know that their life matters and that they will be remembered for years to come. <br />
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Unlike some religions, there is no "end goal" when it comes to the Great Story. As long as there are beings able to tell a story, there will always be ink and there will always be pages for the stories to be written down. If the current world were to come to an end, then the story would just continue on to a much more grand story. <br />
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'''Changelings''' are a humanoid [[race]] who are distantly descended from doppelgangers, sharing their shapeshifting capabilities. Because of this, many use their abilities as spies and assassins, which, in turn, has led many people to mistrust them.<br />
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'''Physical Description'''<br />
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While changelings can shapeshift, they do have a true form. Their skin tone is pale, a white or light gray, with slender bodies and proportionally longer limbs to most humanoids. Their eyes are large and colorless, rimmed by a dark rings. Their hair colors can range, but are generally a light shade and whitened. <br />
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All changelings are naturally genderfluid as they can assume all forms. <br />
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'''Personality'''<br />
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Despite being unassuming, changelings can have strong opinions and varying morals depending on their makeup and where they grew up. <br />
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Changelings are commonly viewed as tricksters and con artists, sometimes even thieves and assassins. In reality though, changelings are just as good or bad as any other person. Some changelings work hard on removing this stigma, but others can't help but give in to what others see them as. <br />
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Changelings are generally soft-spoken and do not draw attention to themselves. They appreciate the finer things in life, but try to avoid direct confrontation. <br />
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Changelings have a natural curiosity the cultures of other races and many strike out as [[adventurers]] to learn as much as they can. <br />
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'''Society''' <br />
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Changelings live among other races, mostly living in the shadows. They are commonly found in large cities where many use their talents as entertainers, government agents, or adventurers, but also for criminal reasons as well. <br />
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Some live in stable communities where they are open about their identities, but others live in communities where they keep their true identity hidden.<br />
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== Origin ==<br />
No-one is quite certain the origin of changelings but a few theories do exist:<br />
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# With a world full of so many different social species, changelings are a natural evolution born out of an urge to blend in and survive. Those that did not exhibit a proper control of their own muscular & organ structure quickly died out and those that showed great skill at the technique found themselves in ideal conditions to keep growing. This theory exists amongst many scholars unhappy with other potential theories assuming that changelings were just the outcome of a magical deal of some sort.<br />
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== Culture ==<br />
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=== Language ===<br />
livsveileder - Changeling word for Life Guide or their version of parents. <br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== "TELL ME ABOUT XILAS" ===<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
<br />
'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
<br />
''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
<br />
'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
<br />
'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
<br />
'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
<br />
''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
{| class="wikitable"<br />
|'''Key'''<br />
|'''BG'''<br />
|'''Bold & Underlined Names'''<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
|Important NPCs & PC<br />
|}<br />
'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
<br />
'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
<br />
'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''River'''<br />
** River joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a soldier of war and how he had been heavily wounded when he stumbled onto the doorstep of a nearby home and passed out. From there he was awoken by a wonderful Tortle named '''Ubo''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in River’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''[[Ravel]]'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
<br />
'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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== Spotify Playlist ==<br />
<spotify>https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3bjQucwv3SM4R3xrglGUV9?si=1fce290ef1ba412c</spotify><br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=Hape.png|Population=~120 Changelings}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== Layout ==<br />
Håpe is laid out in a way to be both self-sustaining and easily hidden if needed. The layout is as follows:<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Theatre Grounds ''(Historiegrop / Story Teller's Pit)''</u>''' ===<br />
* The community of Håpe puts a lot of their faith and belief into the telling of stories. So a theatre space of some kind was deemed incredibly important to their existence and was one of the first spots cleared away for the group.<br />
* It is little more than a big patch of dirt, mud, and other signs of nature but there is seating carved into the ground for a more comfortable viewing experience.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Farming Center</u>''' ===<br />
* Obviously no community can live without food so the farming center was truly the first area established within Håpe.<br />
* The center works off of a belief & trust that those that are hungry will harvest what they need and work to help replenish what was taken so that others may also feed. <br />
** There is a consistently assigned gardener to make sure all is watered and planted just as a precautionary backup<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Fisher ''(Strengen's Trekk / String's Haul)''</u>''' ===<br />
* With the community's beneficial settlement close to a flowing freshwater river, Strengen's Trekk was built to help store up whatever fish was caught recently and has enough tools inside the building to prepare a needed meal.<br />
** There is once again a changeling who is assigned here to ensure that some amount of food is available.<br />
<br />
[[File:Hape.png|thumb|This is Håpe's current appearance based on Luv's memory of it.]]<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Butcher ''(Dyrehistorie / Animal Story)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Similar to the fisher building, Dyrehistorie was built to house any caught game within the woodlands.<br />
** A changeling is also assigned to this building for upkeep and renewal of hunting supplies as well as food<br />
* Many changelings are taught here and in Strengen's to honor the creatures killed and make sure to not allow their story to go to waste.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Tavern ''(Den Stoiske Masken / The Stoic Mask)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Established by a beloved goofball changeling known as '''Oshwei''' a few years after the community's beginning.<br />
** They felt that many of their changeling comrades were far too beaten down from the tragic loss of Black Hollow and deemed the building necessary to give people a place to both grieve and also have an excuse for a moment of joy.<br />
* Consistently successful for both adults and kids alike thanks to Oshwei's determination to support those around them and desire to share in life's many moments.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>School ''(Kunnskap Fra Andre / Knowledge From Others)''</u>''' ===<br />
* The people of Håpe understand the importance of teaching; especially when it comes to sharing the knowledge that has been passed down for years.<br />
* The building itself usually serves as a temporary location to gather up students and begin a lesson. As the day progresses however, classes usually end up wandering around the community and are shown examples of what they are learning.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Council ''(Veiledningsrådet / Council of Guidance)''</u>''' ===<br />
* An important location where the agreed upon community leadership comes together to decide on the best course of action for the people of Håpe<br />
* Every individual is allowed to attend meetings and weigh in.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Decoy Homes ''(Hatfeller / Hatred Traps)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Built out of paranoia after witnessing the burning of Black Hollow, the people of Håpe decided they should place fake homes near their council area to try and distract potential raiding parties and give the community more time to gather up supplies from their real homes and flee if needed.<br />
* Each family leaves a cherished item inside of these homes to further sell the illusion that these buildings are important<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Real Homes ''(Elsker / Loves)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Positioned close enough to the actual community that it is not an annoying trek to start off the day, but far enough that they can easily mask the area with magic (and the decoy homes) to buy time if there is a need to flee.<br />
* Each home ranges between a wood building or a sturdy tent / hut but all are lovingly crafted and etched with carvings to help remember each person involved in their existence.<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every month, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
Established in 432 [[PR]] after the tragic burning of Black Hollow a few months beforehand.<br />
<br />
Knowledge of it's current state in 466 [[PR]] is unknown.<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
<br />
* [[Luv]]<br />
* [[Vix]]<br />
* [[Iri]]<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=Hape.png|Population=~120 Changelings}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== Layout ==<br />
Håpe is laid out in a way to be both self-sustaining and easily hidden if needed. The layout is as follows:<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Theatre Grounds ''(Historiegrop / Story Teller's Pit)''</u>''' ===<br />
* The community of Håpe puts a lot of their faith and belief into the telling of stories. So a theatre space of some kind was deemed incredibly important to their existence and was one of the first spots cleared away for the group.<br />
* It is little more than a big patch of dirt, mud, and other signs of nature but there is seating carved into the ground for a more comfortable viewing experience.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Farming Center</u>''' ===<br />
* Obviously no community can live without food so the farming center was truly the first area established within Håpe.<br />
* The center works off of a belief & trust that those that are hungry will harvest what they need and work to help replenish what was taken so that others may also feed. <br />
** There is a consistently assigned gardener to make sure all is watered and planted just as a precautionary backup<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Fisher ''(Strengen's Trekk / String's Haul)''</u>''' ===<br />
* With the community's beneficial settlement close to a flowing freshwater river, Strengen's Trekk was built to help store up whatever fish was caught recently and has enough tools inside the building to prepare a needed meal.<br />
** There is once again a changeling who is assigned here to ensure that some amount of food is available.<br />
<br />
[[File:Hape.png|thumb|This is Håpe's current appearance based on Luv's memory of it.]]<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Butcher ''(Dyrehistorie / Animal Story)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Similar to the fisher building, Dyrehistorie was built to house any caught game within the woodlands.<br />
** A changeling is also assigned to this building for upkeep and renewal of hunting supplies as well as food<br />
* Many changelings are taught here and in Strengen's to honor the creatures killed and make sure to not allow their story to go to waste.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Tavern ''(Den Stoiske Masken / The Stoic Mask)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Established by a beloved goofball changeling known as '''Oshwei''' a few years after the community's beginning.<br />
** They felt that many of their changeling comrades were far too beaten down from the tragic loss of Black Hollow and deemed the building necessary to give people a place to both grieve and also have an excuse for a moment of joy.<br />
* Consistently successful for both adults and kids alike thanks to Oshwei's determination to support those around them and desire to share in life's many moments.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>School ''(Kunnskap Fra Andre / Knowledge From Others)''</u>''' ===<br />
* The people of Håpe understand the importance of teaching; especially when it comes to sharing the knowledge that has been passed down for years.<br />
* The building itself usually serves as a temporary location to gather up students and begin a lesson. As the day progresses however, classes usually end up wandering around the community and are shown examples of what they are learning.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Council ''(Veiledningsrådet / Council of Guidance)''</u>''' ===<br />
* An important location where the agreed upon community leadership comes together to decide on the best course of action for the people of Håpe<br />
* Every individual is allowed to attend meetings and weigh in.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Decoy Homes ''(Hatfeller / Hatred Traps)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Built out of paranoia after witnessing the burning of Black Hollow, the people of Håpe decided they should place fake homes near their council area to try and distract potential raiding parties and give the community more time to gather up supplies from their real homes and flee if needed.<br />
* Each family leaves a cherished item inside of these homes to further sell the illusion that these buildings are important<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Real Homes ''(Elsker / Loves)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Positioned close enough to the actual community that it is not an annoying trek to start off the day, but far enough that they can easily mask the area with magic (and the decoy homes) to buy time if there is a need to flee.<br />
* Each home ranges between a wood building or a sturdy tent / hut but all are lovingly crafted and etched with carvings to help remember each person involved in their existence.<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Established in 432 [[PR]] after the tragic burning of Black Hollow a few months beforehand.<br />
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Knowledge of it's current state in 466 [[PR]] is unknown.<br />
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== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
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== Notable Events ==<br />
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== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
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* [[Luv]]<br />
* [[Vix]]<br />
* [[Iri]]<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== "TELL ME ABOUT XILAS" ===<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
<br />
'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
<br />
'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
<br />
'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
<br />
''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
{| class="wikitable"<br />
|'''Key'''<br />
|'''BG'''<br />
|'''Bold & Underlined Names'''<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
|Important NPCs & PC<br />
|}<br />
'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
<br />
'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
<br />
'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''Healer'''<br />
** Healer joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a weapon of war and how he had been heavily damaged when he stumbled across a tree stump and shut down. From there he was awoken by a wonderful changeling boy named '''Von''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in Healer’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''Ravel'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
<br />
'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
<br />
== Spotify Playlist ==<br />
<spotify>https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3bjQucwv3SM4R3xrglGUV9?si=1fce290ef1ba412c</spotify><br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=Hape.png|Population=~120 Changelings}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== Layout ==<br />
Håpe is laid out in a way to be both self-sustaining and easily hidden if needed. The layout is as follows:<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Theatre Grounds ''(Historiegrop / Story Teller's Pit)''</u>''' ===<br />
* The community of Håpe puts a lot of their faith and belief into the telling of stories. So a theatre space of some kind was deemed incredibly important to their existence and was one of the first spots cleared away for the group.<br />
* It is little more than a big patch of dirt, mud, and other signs of nature but there is seating carved into the ground for a more comfortable viewing experience.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Farming Center</u>''' ===<br />
* Obviously no community can live without food so the farming center was truly the first area established within Håpe.<br />
* The center works off of a belief & trust that those that are hungry will harvest what they need and work to help replenish what was taken so that others may also feed. <br />
** There is a consistently assigned gardener to make sure all is watered and planted just as a precautionary backup<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Fisher ''(Strengen's Trekk / String's Haul)''</u>''' ===<br />
* With the community's beneficial settlement close to a flowing freshwater river, Strengen's Trekk was built to help store up whatever fish was caught recently and has enough tools inside the building to prepare a needed meal.<br />
** There is once again a changeling who is assigned here to ensure that some amount of food is available.<br />
<br />
[[File:Hape.png|thumb|This is Håpe's current appearance based on Luv's memory of it.]]<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Butcher ''(Dyrehistorie / Animal Story)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Similar to the fisher building, Dyrehistorie was built to house any caught game within the woodlands.<br />
** A changeling is also assigned to this building for upkeep and renewal of hunting supplies as well as food<br />
* Many changelings are taught here and in Strengen's to honor the creatures killed and make sure to not allow their story to go to waste.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Tavern ''(Den Stoiske Masken / The Stoic Mask)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Established by a beloved goofball changeling known as '''Oshwei''' a few years after the community's beginning.<br />
** They felt that many of their changeling comrades were far too beaten down from the tragic loss of Black Hollow and deemed the building necessary to give people a place to both grieve and also have an excuse for a moment of joy.<br />
* Consistently successful for both adults and kids alike thanks to Oshwei's determination to support those around them and desire to share in life's many moments.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>School ''(Kunnskap Fra Andre / Knowledge From Others)''</u>''' ===<br />
* The people of Håpe understand the importance of teaching; especially when it comes to sharing the knowledge that has been passed down for years.<br />
* The building itself usually serves as a temporary location to gather up students and begin a lesson. As the day progresses however, classes usually end up wandering around the community and are shown examples of what they are learning.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Council ''(Veiledningsrådet / Council of Guidance)''</u>''' ===<br />
* An important location where the agreed upon community leadership comes together to decide on the best course of action for the people of Håpe<br />
* Every individual is allowed to attend meetings and weigh in.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Decoy Homes ''(Hatfeller / Hatred Traps)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Built out of paranoia after witnessing the burning of Black Hollow, the people of Håpe decided they should place fake homes near their council area to try and distract potential raiding parties and give the community more time to gather up supplies from their real homes and flee if needed.<br />
* Each family leaves a cherished item inside of these homes to further sell the illusion that these buildings are important<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Real Homes ''(Elsker / Loves)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Positioned close enough to the actual community that it is not an annoying trek to start off the day, but far enough that they can easily mask the area with magic (and the decoy homes) to buy time if there is a need to flee.<br />
* Each home ranges between a wood building or a sturdy tent / hut but all are lovingly crafted and etched with carvings to help remember each person involved in their existence.<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
<br />
* [[Luv]]<br />
<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=Hape.png|Population=~120 Changelings}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== Layout ==<br />
Håpe is laid out in a way to be both self-sustaining and easily hidden if needed. The layout is as follows:<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Theatre Grounds ''(Historiegrop / Story Teller's Pit)''</u>''' ===<br />
* The community of Håpe puts a lot of their faith and belief into the telling of stories. So a theatre space of some kind was deemed incredibly important to their existence and was one of the first spots cleared away for the group.<br />
* It is little more than a big patch of dirt, mud, and other signs of nature but there is seating carved into the ground for a more comfortable viewing experience.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Farming Center</u>''' ===<br />
* Obviously no community can live without food so the farming center was truly the first area established within Håpe.<br />
* The center works off of a belief & trust that those that are hungry will harvest what they need and work to help replenish what was taken so that others may also feed. <br />
** There is a consistently assigned gardener to make sure all is watered and planted just as a precautionary backup<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Fisher ''(Strengen's Trekk / String's Haul)''</u>''' ===<br />
* With the community's beneficial settlement close to a flowing freshwater river, Strengen's Trekk was built to help store up whatever fish was caught recently and has enough tools inside the building to prepare a needed meal.<br />
** There is once again a changeling who is assigned here to ensure that some amount of food is available.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Butcher ''(Dyrehistorie / Animal Story)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Similar to the fisher building, Dyrehistorie was built to house any caught game within the woodlands.<br />
** A changeling is also assigned to this building for upkeep and renewal of hunting supplies as well as food<br />
* Many changelings are taught here and in Strengen's to honor the creatures killed and make sure to not allow their story to go to waste.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Tavern ''(Den Stoiske Masken / The Stoic Mask)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Established by a beloved goofball changeling known as '''Oshwei''' a few years after the community's beginning.<br />
** They felt that many of their changeling comrades were far too beaten down from the tragic loss of Black Hollow and deemed the building necessary to give people a place to both grieve and also have an excuse for a moment of joy.<br />
* Consistently successful for both adults and kids alike thanks to Oshwei's determination to support those around them and desire to share in life's many moments.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>School ''(Kunnskap Fra Andre / Knowledge From Others)''</u>''' ===<br />
* The people of Håpe understand the importance of teaching; especially when it comes to sharing the knowledge that has been passed down for years.<br />
* The building itself usually serves as a temporary location to gather up students and begin a lesson. As the day progresses however, classes usually end up wandering around the community and are shown examples of what they are learning.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Council ''(Veiledningsrådet / Council of Guidance)''</u>''' ===<br />
* An important location where the agreed upon community leadership comes together to decide on the best course of action for the people of Håpe<br />
* Every individual is allowed to attend meetings and weigh in.<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Decoy Homes ''(Hatfeller / Hatred Traps)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Built out of paranoia after witnessing the burning of Black Hollow, the people of Håpe decided they should place fake homes near their council area to try and distract potential raiding parties and give the community more time to gather up supplies from their real homes and flee if needed.<br />
* Each family leaves a cherished item inside of these homes to further sell the illusion that these buildings are important<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>Real Homes ''(Elsker / Loves)''</u>''' ===<br />
* Positioned close enough to the actual community that it is not an annoying trek to start off the day, but far enough that they can easily mask the area with magic (and the decoy homes) to buy time if there is a need to flee.<br />
* Each home ranges between a wood building or a sturdy tent / hut but all are lovingly crafted and etched with carvings to help remember each person involved in their existence.<br />
<br />
[[File:Hape.png|thumb|This is Håpe's current appearance based on Luv's memory of it.]]<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
<br />
* [[Luv]]<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=Hape.png|Population=~120 Changelings}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
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== Layout ==<br />
Håpe is laid out in a way to be both self-sustaining and easily hidden if needed. The layout is as follows:<br />
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* '''<u>Theatre Grounds ''(Historiegrop / Story Teller's Pit)''</u>''' <br />
** The community of Håpe puts a lot of their faith and belief into the telling of stories. So a theatre space of some kind was deemed incredibly important to their existence and was one of the first spots cleared away for the group. <br />
** It is little more than a big patch of dirt, mud, and other signs of nature but there is seating carved into the ground for a more comfortable viewing experience. <br />
* '''<u>Farming Center</u>'''<br />
** Obviously no community can live without food so the farming center was truly the first area established within Håpe. <br />
** The center works off of a belief & trust that those that are hungry will harvest what they need and work to help replenish what was taken so that others may also feed. <br />
*** There is a consistently assigned gardener to make sure all is watered and planted just as a precautionary backup<br />
* '''<u>Fisher ''(Strengen's Trekk / String's Haul)''</u>''' <br />
** With the community's beneficial settlement close to a flowing freshwater river, Strengen's Trekk was built to help store up whatever fish was caught recently and has enough tools inside the building to prepare a needed meal.<br />
*** There is once again a changeling who is assigned here to ensure that some amount of food is available.<br />
* '''<u>Butcher ''(Dyrehistorie / Animal Story)''</u>'''<br />
** Similar to the fisher building, Dyrehistorie was built to house any caught game within the woodlands.<br />
*** A changeling is also assigned to this building for upkeep and renewal of hunting supplies as well as food<br />
** Many changelings are taught here and in Strengen's to honor the creatures killed and make sure to not allow their story to go to waste.<br />
* '''<u>Tavern ''(Den Stoiske Masken / The Stoic Mask)''</u>'''<br />
** Established by a beloved goofball changeling known as '''Oshwei''' a few years after the community's beginning.<br />
*** They felt that many of their changeling comrades were far too beaten down from the tragic loss of Black Hollow and deemed the building necessary to give people a place to both grieve and also have an excuse for a moment of joy. <br />
** Consistently successful for both adults and kids alike thanks to Oshwei's determination to support those around them and desire to share in life's many moments.<br />
* '''<u>School ''(Kunnskap Fra Andre / Knowledge From Others)''</u>'''<br />
** The people of Håpe understand the importance of teaching; especially when it comes to sharing the knowledge that has been passed down for years.<br />
** The building itself usually serves as a temporary location to gather up students and begin a lesson. As the day progresses however, classes usually end up wandering around the community and are shown examples of what they are learning.<br />
* '''<u>Council ''(Veiledningsrådet / Council of Guidance)''</u>'''<br />
** An important location where the agreed upon community leadership comes together to decide on the best course of action for the people of Håpe<br />
** Every individual is allowed to attend meetings and weigh in.<br />
* '''<u>Decoy Homes ''(Hatfeller / Hatred Traps)''</u>'''<br />
** Built out of paranoia after witnessing the burning of Black Hollow, the people of Håpe decided they should place fake homes near their council area to try and distract potential raiding parties and give the community more time to gather up supplies from their real homes and flee if needed.<br />
** Each family leaves a cherished item inside of these homes to further sell the illusion that these buildings are important<br />
* '''<u>Real Homes ''(Elsker / Loves)''</u>'''<br />
** Positioned close enough to the actual community that it is not an annoying trek to start off the day, but far enough that they can easily mask the area with magic (and the decoy homes) to buy time if there is a need to flee.<br />
** Each home ranges between a wood building or a sturdy tent / hut but all are lovingly crafted and etched with carvings to help remember each person involved in their existence.<br />
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[[File:Hape.png|thumb|This is Håpe's current appearance based on Luv's memory of it.]]<br />
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== Culture ==<br />
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=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
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All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
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The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
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=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
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''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
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# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
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== History ==<br />
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== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
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== Notable Events ==<br />
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== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
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* [[Luv]]<br />
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<div>{{Infobox_character|relatives=Vix: parent {{!}} Iri: parent|affilliation=Ravel Citizen|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Luv Appearance.png|caption=A changeling hoping to change the world through connection and the forgotten art of intimacy.|playerName=Ian O|alias="Lover" ; "Hero Of Ravel" ; "No-Face"|marital=Single|birthPlace=Håpe|species=Changeling|gender=any|height=~6ft|weight=Fluctuating|eyes=White}}<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers ([[Adebimpe]], [https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/Eltolinde_Lykaios Eltolinde], [[Clover Softpaw|Clover]], [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== "Tell Me About Xilas" ===<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''Healer'''<br />
** Healer joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a weapon of war and how he had been heavily damaged when he stumbled across a tree stump and shut down. From there he was awoken by a wonderful changeling boy named '''Von''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in Healer’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''Ravel'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} '''''(She/Him/Theirs)'' is one of the parent's to the effortlessly wonderful [[Luv]]. They are known for their strong presence and a determination to protect those others have forgotten about.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
Vix is a [[changeling]] who prefers to keep to their original body instead of morphing into different personas for casual existence/activities. Their hair is a steel colored gray part with short sides. <br />
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Vix is known for their impeccable long coat and split cape as they cut down any threats that appear within range of her home of [[Håpe]]. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Vix is a bit too quick to action but this is widely known and accepted to be because of their fierce loyalty to the protection of their loved ones and others. She is just as likely to give a child their favorite cake on a birthday as she is to slice a bandit down to ribbons. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Vix is one of the parents to Luv and partner to [[Iri]]<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Vix is fluent in the [[languages]] of [[Elvish]] and Common<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
Vix is not one that uses magic for her daily life but her ability with weapons is one that can astonish many soldiers who have trained their whole life. <br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
'''<u>Petal's Respite:</u>''' Vix's iconic elven weapon. Forged from metal she gathered from the tools of bandits who dared try to challenge her combat prowess. It's appearance is that of a curved blade with leaf etchings all along the blade. When involved in a battle of any kind it will eventually have blood running down these same etchings, creating a rose petal like appearance. <br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers (Adebimpe, Eltolinde, Clover, [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== "Tell Me About Xilas" ===<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
** Though it must be know that Luv rarely ever changes into a form that is different from that of her usual changeling self. Not out of stupidity or arrogance but out of a confidence of believing that it is okay for people to see her as who she is. <br />
*** Her original changeling community of [[Håpe]] also followed the belief that changeling's did not evolve in this world to "steal" away the lives of others, but forged their powers as a way to spread the tales of others and keep their stories alive even when they are not. (i.e. They may turn into an elder who recently passed when they spread the same kind of wisdom that the elder may have shared before.)<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''Healer'''<br />
** Healer joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a weapon of war and how he had been heavily damaged when he stumbled across a tree stump and shut down. From there he was awoken by a wonderful changeling boy named '''Von''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in Healer’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''Ravel'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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== Spotify Playlist ==<br />
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<div>My name is Ian! Hello :D<br />
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My first ever character in the Quelmar community was the lovable elementalist changeling known as Luv (any pronouns).<br />
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When I first worked with my DM James on creating her, I didn't quite know what I wanted with her. Only thing I really knew was that I wanted to play a changeling. Why was that my first and immediate desire? Cause one of my first ever characters I've created for D&D that I cared about was a changeling named Rivan (Rivan was the persona, Von was his real name). So to me it felt fitting that the first character I make in this exciting, new, community-created world would also be a changeling. Little did I know that that choice would once again immediately draw me to caring about her story far more than I thought possible.<br />
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To me she began as just an attempt to honor a previous character of mine while also trying to have a different spin. Then she morphed a little. Each time I played her, I found myself actively wanting to play as a...peacemaker? To genuinely fight for the lives of others, for the hope that there is still humanity in others, for the chance to see...love blossom. It's a bit cheesy but that's what she has become to me as I continue to play her in these sessions; a reminder to myself that there are so many people in this world (many of whom I do not know) and each of them come with their own batch of problems, their own loves, their own agonies, their own kindness, and their own story. Much like her, I wish I knew how to help everyone I have never met but I know that that is impossible and it SUCKS...However, much like her, I know I should always push myself to be curious, to be hopeful, to ask for help as well as give it, and to believe that people are one of the many reasons why joy exists in this world. <br />
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I do not know where her story will take me, nor do I know whether all this is pretentious or not; it very well could be. What I do know though, is that I love so many people and I will continue to love so many more. So if you, dear reader, ever need someone to be curious and listen to your story, please don't be afraid to reach out and give care where you can.</div>Friendhelperhttps://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Luv&diff=39783Luv2025-05-28T18:54:46Z<p>Friendhelper: /* CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS */</p>
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers (Adebimpe, Eltolinde, Clover, [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
During one of their times of ravenous animal form, [[Jaxzo'Ilan|Ilan]] ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''[[Jaxzo'Ilan|JAXZO]]''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== "Tell Me About Xilas" ===<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
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''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
{| class="wikitable"<br />
|'''Key'''<br />
|'''BG'''<br />
|'''Bold & Underlined Names'''<br />
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|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
|Important NPCs & PC<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''Healer'''<br />
** Healer joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a weapon of war and how he had been heavily damaged when he stumbled across a tree stump and shut down. From there he was awoken by a wonderful changeling boy named '''Von''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in Healer’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''Ravel'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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== Spotify Playlist ==<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a [[changeling]] courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow [[adventurers]] before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a [[Ravel]] food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers (Adebimpe, Eltolinde, Clover, [[Lairus]], [[Jaxzo'Ilan]]) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''[[Otto]] Bremer''' who wanted [[whale]] bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post [[Session]] 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the [[LaCroix]]. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a [[vampire]] spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and [[cult]] activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire [[cults]] which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the [[currency]] they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a [[soul]] and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and [[Elvish]]<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
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=== '''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS''' ===<br />
During one of their times of ravenous animal form, Ilan ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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'''''LUV:''' "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO''': "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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'''''LUV''': "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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'''JAXZO''''': "*as Illan/Jaxzo sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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=== '''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"''' ===<br />
''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<blockquote>"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"</blockquote>''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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=== "Tell Me About Xilas" ===<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Amongst the freezing cold whipping of the winds we see Luv strolling casually along checking out the nearby dilapidated rooftops to see if she can spot her friend, Jaxzo''. "Jaxzo... I don't know if you are near and honestly I really don't know where a good place would be to find you...for how powerful of a frame you have, you have a tendency to vanish. But I'm here, wandering around trying to find you...I want to talk. I know what we went through a few weeks ago was a bit rough and I would love to know if I can help you somehow...or atleast know you are okay." ''Luv continues down the street wandering, unaware of wherever Jaxzo may be in this cold dreary night. She takes a moment to breathe and turns off into a more secluded alley''<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''red eyes flash open from a nearby rooftop as Jaxzo'llan drops down right behind Luv, probably startling then'' “Xas?...Ah! Luv....it appears you are the one freezing, no?”<br />
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'''''LUV'':''' ''Luv jumps back in a startle as her skin quickly morphs into all sorts of beings, a kenku, an elf, a tiefling, a blue dragonborn, and then back into her usual typical self'' "AH SWEET RIVAN..." ''She catches her breath'' "Sorry about that, Jaxzo, I forget how quiet you can be when you want to. It's nice to see you good friend. Thankfully no, I am not cold. One of the benefits that comes from being an Elementalist is that any type of temperature just feels like home to me. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't crave a good bed every now and then… How are you doing? Are you staying warm?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO'':''' ''A Green vein bulges in her neck'' “I...do not know...I cannot...feel these things like I used to. Before-” ''She glances back to Luv'' “I won't bore you.” ''She turns to leave.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv reaches out compassionately "No wait! Jaxzo please don't go...You could never bore me...and honestly I'd love nothing more right now than to hear whatever is on my friend's mind."''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''Jaxzo'llan stops, the wind blustering through her, rattling the chains that remain, till they fall silent once more “''...I...am not dro, er, alive... I am not dead, either...I've been locked in between by-” ''Her skin bristles briefly'' “HIM!...I wish the wind would hurt. I wish I could feel your hand…” ''Jaxzo'llans hand tightens for a moment, then drops.'' “But she is dead now, myself. I-” ''she pauses, lost in thought''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv will gently pick up and hold Jaxzo's hand "''She may be dead, but you are still very much here...and if you can't feel my hand, then let me describe yours. Let me describe how the grip of your hand, while strong, still holds within it a compassion that you may believe to be lost. How that very same grip holds so tightly onto a hope that people will see you for the kind being you are. You have an affliction yes, but that doesn't change the heart of who I'm speaking to. It doesn't change the way you've been racing to save others while fighting to take back a life that was stolen away from you...''" Luv pauses to let her words truly sink in for a moment "''Tell me about her, tell me about who you once were. I'd love to know both parts of you... Or if you have an anger you currently can't quell then...'''<u>Tell me about Xilas</u>'''. About the bastard who stole her away from your very being...''"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''After several moments of silence, Jaxzo'llan begins'' “He came to us when the glow fungi were the most dim...My Ilhar, er, mother, was told of a large party of surface dwellers traveling through the Tunnel Networks, unaided by Dwemer Kyorek'larst, dwarven patrols. Naturally, she believed such arrogance should be met and delt with personally. She found Him...with many, many others...hu-mans. But somehow, despite her cloaking herself and her guard in the very shadows of the cavern, He could see them. And he made an offer. A belbol...a gift...30 Rothe, er...cattle, in this case, for Mother was in no mood for slaves. In exchange, He would be allowed passage udossta qu'ellar, to our house...Mother knew this man was dangerous, but how could she refuse such a novel request from such a brave and foolish nesst? Why not entertain herself till the time for murder was at hand? And so, under heavy guard, the... (how do you say this word?)...Em-i-ssary? Was escorted to my House, to my Home. What I will always remember from that day, if I should be cursed to walk these lands till the wind grinds the very mountains to dust, when all other memory joins the wailing dead, are Ukt Solen. His Eyes.” ''At this very moment, Jaxzo'llan looks to Luv, and almost seems...heartbroken?''<br />
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“They were...like yours...they were not filled with the misogynistic impulses that the Zhuantur Wiu, the Elder Boys, had. Nor did they reek of licentious fantasy like the FAT Mer-Chants” ''Green ichor pulses within her veins before she clams and returns to her melancholic, heartbroken gaze'' “The...they were...kind. They were...gentle...He looked at me, not as a master or mistress, not as a living link between goddess and kin, removed from mortal affairs. But as an equal...as a man wanting to know more about a strange land. And I...I was his guide…” ''Jaxzo'llan almost seems to blush.'' “In my culture, any non-drow is Rothe. Slave. But somehow...He knew I did not think that. Queelas, quickly, he learned that I did not feel like my sisters, my kin. I...cared. For the Rothe, for the Zhuantur Wiu, even for Mother, who I was somehow expected to kill so I might one day become Ilharess?” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to hyperventilate for a moment, before tightening her grip on Luv's hand, pausing, then continuing'' “Xilas...He knew that I was different. He said, that is what made me vunder'zel...special.” ''Her blush returns, then vanishes, her demeanor chilling'' “Mother...grew tired of him, after a time. She wanted to feed him to the Quaggoth. I...fought with her. Pleaded for his life to be spared” ''Jaxzo'llan chuckles grimly at that specific line'' “Mother could not kill him in any way that mattered, even if she tried.” <br />
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“At length, Xilas was brought before Mother and he made his intentions known to us. The land of LaCroix was in need of powerful allies. The pitiful nations above had chosen to forsake LaCroix and would never expect there ruin to come from below. In addition to the Rothe, Prestige, and Riches we were to possess in such an alliance, Xilas would impart upon us our greatest ritual, L'Ndeir Valbylis. The Final Binding. This was the ritual that was used to bind the soul of the goddess Lolth, now descended, back into the body of a drow, so that the goddess can rule her people from the living world. The ritual was stolen by Llar'ena Xsa'us Olplyen, the Thrice Damned Thieves, many generations ago. When Mother asked how LaCroix came to possess our most treasured, and most sought after, ritual, Xilas simply replied that LaCroix were VERY good archeologists.” ''The wind howels through the alleyway, and you can swear that there is a mocking laughter echoing against the walls, before all goes silent again. Jaxzo'llan continues'' “Mother, at once, agreed to his prop-o-sition, with one request. That Xilas perform the ritual upon myself, to prove his loyalty to the Drow. He agreed.”<br />
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'''''A MOMENTARY PAUSE FILLS THE SPACE'''''<br />
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''Jaxzo'llan takes a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around herself. She looks to Luv before continuing'' “I was so scared....for Him, for myself, for the both of us...I called him vigh, mad, lying to my Mother like that. But he said he was not mad, he did have the ritual, and that he wanted me to partake. He...NEEDED...me to partake...I told him that I did not want to change, I wanted to flee, for him to take me to the surface, to start anew as his and him as mine. His words...Luv, if you only heard his words...He spoke of how he knew I was frightened, how my innocence is WHY I had to be L'Vrekhtasi, the vessel. He said it was my nature, so pure, so beautiful, was going to be strong enough to change the black heart of the goddess. When she and I were one, together we would walk the surface and bring my people back into the sun. And He...He would stand by my side…” ''Jaxzo'llan begins to cry green ichor from her eyes'' “I....loved him, Luv...and when the time came....when we drew the anchient glyphs....spilt the blood of a thousend Rothe....surrounded by strangers in robes...all I could do was look into his eyes...as amidst the chanting and screaming and laughter...I heard him whisper...what a lovely, foolish, little girl...and then he bit down on my neck…” ''All at once, the green ichor bulges accross Jaxzo'llans veins, her body twitches and convulses with rage'' “he....he.....HE TOOK MY HEART....HE STOLE MY LIFE.....HE.....LIED! AND I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!” ''At this moment, Jaxzo'llan transforms into her Warform and Howls into the night air. After a moment, the Beast drops its gaze to the cobblestones below its clawed, cloven feet, still crying green ichor.''<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' ''"Jaxzo...I... I'm so sorry..." Luv stands ready to give Jaxzo a hug, should she want it "He abused not only your trust but also your love...I understand why you hate him so. Thank you for telling me." Luv pauses a moment and tries to process all the visible pain Jaxzo is going through "If you are okay with it, I believe we should tell the others. Have your story be known and help us not only protect others from that same situation but also finally bring him to face the consequences of his actions"''<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast looks up, and bleats a mournful howl, almost like a question'' “ARwoooO?”<br />
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'''''LUV:''''' "Only if you want to though. It is your story and it is your voice that should be telling it; the last thing I'd want to do is steal away any part of you now. " ''Luv lightly hugs Jaxzo'' "For now though, I say we find a spot to rest. Have a bit of peace and help heal some of the wounds you carry with you. I do know how to brew a nice tea if you'd like?"<br />
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'''''JAXZO:''''' ''The Beast begins to shake with excitement'' “aRWOOO!” <br />
<br />
''About an hour will pass before Jaxzo'llan regains control, but The Beast is generally pretty behaved.''<br />
<br />
'''''LUV:''''' ''Luv gently holds The Beast's face and presses her forehead against them. She wants to say more; to immediately heal that of the poor being in front of her but she knows that that isn't possible right now. Right now, it's time to remind The Beast of their soul. Their connection to the lovely being known as Jaxzo'llan. They have different urges and goals but they share the same presence and in doing so, share the same beauty and spirit. Luv stays for as long as The Beast would like and sheds a tear in this moment of vulnerability'' "...Thank you." ''Luv raises her head and takes a gentle hold of The Beast's hand, as she leads them into the warmth of companionship and home.''<br />
<br />
== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a [[gnome]] one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
<br />
== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
<br />
* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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[[Category:Player Characters]]<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
{| class="wikitable"<br />
|'''Key'''<br />
|'''BG'''<br />
|'''Bold & Underlined Names'''<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
|Important NPCs & PC<br />
|}<br />
'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''[[Isonhound]]''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered [[human]] persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half [[tiefling]] / half [[kenku]] being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
<br />
'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
<br />
'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''[[Osugbo]]''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a [[shifter]] named '''Healer'''<br />
** Healer joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a weapon of war and how he had been heavily damaged when he stumbled across a tree stump and shut down. From there he was awoken by a wonderful changeling boy named '''Von''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in Healer’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''Ravel'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
<br />
'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
<br />
* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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== Spotify Playlist ==<br />
<spotify>https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3bjQucwv3SM4R3xrglGUV9?si=1fce290ef1ba412c</spotify><br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=Hape.png|Population=~120 Changelings}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== About ==<br />
[[File:Hape.png|thumb|This is Håpe's current appearance based on Luv's memory of it.]]<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
<br />
* [[Luv]]<br />
<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=Hape.png}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== About ==<br />
[[File:Hape.png|thumb|This is Håpe's current appearance based on Luv's memory of it.]]<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
<br />
* [[Luv]]<br />
<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=Hape.png}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== About ==<br />
[[File:Hape.png|thumb|This is Hape's current appearance based on Luv's memory of it.]]<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
<br />
* [[Luv]]<br />
<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=hapeplaceholder.jpg}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== About ==<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Individuals From Here ==<br />
<br />
* [[Luv]]<br />
<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.|image=hapeplaceholder.jpg}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
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== About ==<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
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== History ==<br />
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== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
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== Notable Events ==<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== About ==<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
<br />
=== Beliefs On Shapeshifting ===<br />
The changelings of Håpe believe the reasoning behind their shapeshifting abilities is that they are meant to be story-tellers. They help carry on the tales of many that may have originally been lost to time or help share the stories of any lives they deem interesting. Because why harm or steal the story of someone else?<br />
<br />
All changelings in the community understand that their abilities can be used in a harmful manner (assassination, lies, thievery, forgery, spying, political intrique, etc.) but all within Håpe believe these to be an absolute and total bastardization of their skills. They believe they are not meant to replace / steal the lives of someone else because then that would not only rip away the valued life of a changeling, but also cut short the story someone else was crafting within the world that all inhabit. Eventhough this belief is widely held within the community though, that does not stop outsiders from viewing the existence of any changeling as a threat their to security and life. <br />
<br />
The community does don the appearance of others though as a way to express emotions, play characters when telling stories or memories, establish a new persona, play games, etc. These actions are viewed as acceptable because they are not meant to be permanent and are used to create moments of connection through temporary changes. For example, it is viewed as acceptable within the community to don the appearance of an old man you saw when you are describing a story they old man told you; it is NOT acceptable to don the old man's appearance, dispose of him somehow, and then take over his life. This act is viewed as destructful, selfish, and a risk for all changelings everywhere. <br />
<br />
=== RULES ===<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== About ==<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>RULES</u>''' ===<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
<br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, [[Black Hollow]], by the citizens of [[Goldcrest]] <br />
<br />
== About ==<br />
<br />
== Culture ==<br />
[[Håpe]] was formed with the idea of recreating a community for changelings to not only survive, but also thrive. In an effort to maintain this goal, the sanctuary established rules to follow:<br />
<br />
''(Rule Format)''<br />
<br />
* ''Rule''<br />
** ''Explanation for the rule''<br />
<br />
=== '''<u>RULES</u>''' ===<br />
<br />
# No unnecessary contact with the outside world.<br />
#* With the sacking and rapid torching of Black Hollow, the [[Håpe]] changeling's previous home, this rule was decided as a non-negotiable so as to not have outsiders enter and risk another destruction of home territory.<br />
#* Though letters are normally not allowed in most circumstances, there have been exceptions made. To have letters be sent to [[Håpe]], one must label the destination address to "''Vite'' ''Olson of Black Hollow"''. The letter will then be delivered to a home owned by ''Vite Olson'' in the new community of Black Hollow (not made of changelings this time...). Every other week, '''ONE''' individual will be chosen from Håpe to don the chosen appearance of ''Vite Olson'' and head to the house for letter retrieval.<br />
#** ''Vite Olson'' is the name of a fake person created by the Håpe citizens and serves solely for the purpose of needed communication. <br />
#** The home is located on the farthest outskirts of Black Hollow so as to both make the trek there shorter and also to minimize a chance of suspicion.<br />
# Establish a helpful role within the community and provide wherever you see a need.<br />
#* With the town being made of so few individuals, this was deemed necessary to ensure everyone is determined to see the town succeed. (and ensure that future generations will have the same goals going forward)<br />
# If an outsider manages to get into [[Håpe]], all must take on a form seperate from their birth-appearance until the outsider is dealt with. If spotted in birth-appearance by an outsider, ensure they are unable to tell others of this location.<br />
#* While this rule may feel a bit strict or cold out of context, it is one born out of an anxiety from those that have recently seen their original home and loved ones be turned to ash. The idea of them donning a seperate appearance is to ensure that no-one sees them as changelings and therefore do not rat out the community to any others.<br />
# Conflict amongst community members is expected at times, but conflict '''<u>MUST NEVER</u>''' end in a violent life-threatening outcome. <br />
#* The idea behind this rule is to establish that it is okay for people to disagree and to even bicker/fight. Infact disagreements are needed sometimes to help keep the community growing properly. But there is no need for it to ever end in the death of another community member and will lead to immediate discussions if that opportunity does arise.<br />
# Every life is important to the maintaining not only of the community but also to the great story of the world.<br />
#* Every life is deemed very important in this community and any death is viewed as a great tragedy because not only does it mean there is one fewer community member, but it also means that their stories are cut short; unable to be written anymore. <br />
<br />
== History ==<br />
<br />
== Notable Places ==<br />
Local tavern - the Stoic Mask<br />
<br />
== Notable Events ==<br />
<br />
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<div>{{Worldbuilders}} [[File:Screenshot 2022-03-21 105500.png|thumb|https://eberron.fandom.com/wiki/Changeling]]<br />
'''Changelings''' are a humanoid [[race]] who are distantly descended from doppelgangers, sharing their shapeshifting capabilities. Because of this, many use their abilities as spies and assassins, which, in turn, has led many people to mistrust them.<br />
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'''Physical Description'''<br />
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While changelings can shapeshift, they do have a true form. Their skin tone is pale, a white or light gray, with slender bodies and proportionally longer limbs to most humanoids. Their eyes are large and colorless, rimmed by a dark rings. Their hair colors can range, but are generally a light shade and whitened. <br />
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All changelings are naturally genderfluid as they can assume all forms. <br />
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'''Personality'''<br />
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Despite being unassuming, changelings can have strong opinions and varying morals depending on their makeup and where they grew up. <br />
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Changelings are commonly viewed as tricksters and con artists, sometimes even thieves and assassins. In reality though, changelings are just as good or bad as any other person. Some changelings work hard on removing this stigma, but others can't help but give in to what others see them as. <br />
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Changelings are generally soft-spoken and do not draw attention to themselves. They appreciate the finer things in life, but try to avoid direct confrontation. <br />
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Changelings have a natural curiosity the cultures of other races and many strike out as [[adventurers]] to learn as much as they can. <br />
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'''Society''' <br />
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Changelings live among other races, mostly living in the shadows. They are commonly found in large cities where many use their talents as entertainers, government agents, or adventurers, but also for criminal reasons as well. <br />
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Some live in stable communities where they are open about their identities, but others live in communities where they keep their true identity hidden.<br />
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== Origin ==<br />
No-one is quite certain the origin of changelings but a few theories do exist:<br />
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# With a world full of so many different social species, changelings are a natural evolution born out of an urge to blend in and survive. Those that did not exhibit a proper control of their own muscular & organ structure quickly died out and those that showed great skill at the technique found themselves in ideal conditions to keep growing. This theory exists amongst many scholars unhappy with other potential theories assuming that changelings were just the outcome of a magical deal of some sort. <br />
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<div>{{Infobox location|title = {{PAGENAME}}|type = A small sanctuary community for changelings|location = Isonhound|Government = Communal Council|inhabiting Race = Changelings. Their appearance can range from any kind of race depending on the day / story / activity / etc.}}[[Håpe]] (pronounced /"hoːpə"/ ) is a small community of changelings formed after the tragic torching of their previous community, Black Hollow, by the citizens of Goldcrest <br />
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== About ==<br />
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== History ==<br />
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== Notable Places ==<br />
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== Notable Events ==<br />
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<div>{{Infobox_character|relatives=Vix: parent {{!}} Iri: parent|affilliation=Ravel Citizen|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Luv Appearance.png|caption=A changeling hoping to change the world through connection and the forgotten art of intimacy.|playerName=Ian O|alias="Lover" ; "Hero Of Ravel" ; "No-Face"|marital=Single|birthPlace=Håpe|species=Changeling|gender=any|height=~6ft|weight=Fluctuating|eyes=White}}<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a changeling courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow adventurers before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a Ravel food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers (Adebimpe, Eltolinde, Clover, Lairus, Jaxzo'Ilan) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''Otto Bremer''' who wanted whale bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post Session 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the LaCroix. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a vampire spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and cult activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire cults which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the currency they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a soul and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and Elvish<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
'''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS'''<br />
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During one of their times of ravenous animal form, Ilan ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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''LUV: "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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''ILLAN: "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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''LUV: "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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''ILLAN: "*as Illan sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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'''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"'''<br />
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''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<br />
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"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
<br />
Blueberry/Luv"<br />
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''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a gnome one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
{| class="wikitable"<br />
|'''Key'''<br />
|'''BG'''<br />
|'''Bold & Underlined Names'''<br />
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|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
|Important NPCs & PC<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''Isonhound''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered human persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half tiefling / half kenku being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''Osugbo''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a shifter named '''Healer'''<br />
** Healer joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a weapon of war and how he had been heavily damaged when he stumbled across a tree stump and shut down. From there he was awoken by a wonderful changeling boy named '''Von''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in Healer’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''Ravel'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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'''{{PAGENAME}} ''(she/them/his)'' '''is a changeling courtesan that practices elementalist magic and is ever present in the pursuit of helping others inside of their community.<br />
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== Physical Appearance ==<br />
In changeling form, Luv prefers to be appear as a pale blue changeling with long, white, undercut hair and a notch in her eyebrow. She is known for her translucent eyes that many of her companions say are mirrors into the many loves they have held and still hold onto. It is hard to see her not dressed to impress as she is always on a mission to befriend others and give them the respect they deserve.<br />
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Luv is stubbornly left-handed when it comes to writing of any form, if someone were to pretend to be her and use their right hand when signing a parchment then it will be easily known that they have not done their research onto her. <br />
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== Personality ==<br />
Luv is a determined peacemaker; sometimes frustratingly so. She is quick to take ownership for her mistakes and will argue for the mercy of most, if not all, sentient beings. <br />
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She has picked fights with her fellow adventurers before as she argued against the willing sale of '''BWMD'''s ''(Bone Whistles of Mass Destruction)'' and the torture / caging of "enemy spies". <br />
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Luv also is a determined connection maker. However people need her to reach out to them, she will and she will try at every opportunity to know who they are & what their life has been like. This determination makes her not only a successful courtesan but also a kind friend/lover. <br />
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== History ==<br />
Luv was born into the the changeling colony of [[Håpe]] and eventually decided to flee from there. Her mission became to explore the world outside because she felt the colony was losing it's love of life due to the secluded nature.<br />
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== In-Game Involvement ==<br />
'''<u>Cold Feet</u>'''<br />
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Luv was in the process of working with a Ravel food kitchen to try and ensure people are well fed and happy. While working on that she met up with a group of adventurers (Adebimpe, Eltolinde, Clover, Lairus, Jaxzo'Ilan) who all seemed to share her wishes of helping the people of Ravel. Suddenly a group of desperate hostile thugs burst in through the doors to try and steal away blankets from the citizens inside. Luv, understanding that these thugs were only looking for blankets because they needed warmth & resources, chose to give away some of her money to ensure that they would leave without a single drop of bloodshed. <br />
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After the stressful situation, Luv and the crew of heroes decided to head to the nearest quest board and see what options were there for them to take. They see a ton of options:<br />
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* A bone dealer named '''Otto Bremer''' who wanted whale bones<br />
* A baker whose fires seem to be magically extinguished by an '''unknown force'''<br />
* A citizen who gets the uncanny feeling they are being watched via '''Elemental Scrying'''<br />
* Reports of a vision from the '''Onomancer's Guild''' of a '''Kaiju-Sized Penguin'''<br />
* Worries from citizens about local tortle '''Captain Kronch'''<br />
* Several notices about '''Pirates''' in the region.<br />
All options appeared to be worthwhile for the party but Luv felt very strongly towards the poster put up by the Onomancer's Guild. One could certainly say that the idea of a Kaiju-Sized Penguin would be reason enough for this to be interesting; but that is not why Luv was drawn to it. Looking at the poster one would see the words "ONOS GO AWAY" vandalized over what was just simply a cry for help. This action and the knowledge of how Onomancers are treated in Ravel quickly won Luv over to their side. Being a changeling and having seen the way fear of smaller communities can harm kind people, she knew that these people wouldn't get help from the town and she felt they needed to be seen for once. So they chose this as their quest. <br />
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With their goal set in mind, the party went over to the tucked away building of the Onomancers. It understandably took a little bit of convincing to get the Onomancers to let them in (due to the negative reaction from most of Ravel) but once they did Luv was immediately struck with the beauty of the space. It certainly wasn't the most ornate or the most advanced, but it felt like a home; like that of the community she left behind back in Håpe. While the party spoke she felt herself falling into a rabbit hole of wondering how Håpe is doing... were they also hit by the freeze? If so are they okay? Who is checking in on them..? "I miss them". <br />
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== In-Character Journal ==<br />
'''Luv’s Journal Post Session 11:'''<br />
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"Well I finally understand the frustration many people have towards the LaCroix. I remember hearing Tessa mention a decent bit about them in our previous adventure together but I kind of chalked it up to typical monster dealings; but little did I know that we were apparently already in their sightlines… I thought I made a new friend with an adventurer named Mundy; they seemed a bit eccentric but I mean who isn’t, if we are being honest with ourselves. But after a little bit of exploration and successfully talking us down from an avenue, turns out that the Mundy we originally met was actually a vampire spawn that was serving their lord known as Xilas LaCroix ''*his name is immediately followed up with an angry face and a crude drawing of his smug nature*.'' <br />
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I was so fucking annoyed when I found out, I thought I was smart enough to not fall for stuff like that??? But I guess even changelings can get tricked by false appearances…It makes sense too cause he explicitly killed someone in cold blood after I begged everyone to please knock out these bandits that were after my bounty. SPEAKING OF THAT, I can’t believe I have a bounty on me?? I understand that sometimes you’ll frustrate people no matter what you are doing, hell I have dealt with that with the Unravel before as I was trying to find those blankets, but this? This feels different. The Unravel Blanket saga felt like a playful bit of banter to be honest, whereas this wants me gone. I mean Arsonry and cult activity? What are they even talking about?! Who thought this up and tried to tie me into it? I just want to help!!! It’s so FRUSTRATING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh *angry scribbles follow for a bit here* Sorry for all the scribbling and rambling, my little old journal, I’m just trying to think up new ways for me to process all this chaos. Cause if I am to be completely honest with you it can all be a bit much. There’s the absolute freezing cold that cuts people off from eachother, dying citizens on every street who are desperate for the slighted bit of sympathy, a disturbing creature group known as the Blowt that talks about penance for sins, a rampant money maker who doesn’t care who he harms as long as money is made, disgusting wendigos that are born from that very same desperate starvation that I was talking about and can easily spread to people, vampires that not only hold a ton of power in this area but also actively harm or HAVE harmed my friends, and then also some godsdamn fire cults which I honestly don’t even know that much about, fuck. <br />
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I think I got a bit sidetracked…did I really have a point though? Honestly a lot of how I have been using this journal has been to let my mind ramble and process where I am currently…I feel like I should have a goal of some kind or maybe I should be dedicating this time that I am wasting writing to actually helping people who need it…I really should. I can’t just hide amongst my thoughts and forget everyone; not that I am actually trying to, I just.. I don’t know I guess i need a bit of time to just kind of live… selfish. Honestly ever since I honed in on my healing powers and learned how to avoid needing to eat any type of meal, drink any kind of liquid, or even sleep in my once comfy bed I’ve felt more stressed that usual. Is that the wrong feeling to be having? I mean with all this, I can get a lot more done and I can help a lot more people which is good. I mean it has to be good right? People are alive. People are healing. People are finding a reason to be hopeful…so why don’t I feel hopeful? Why don’t I feel like things are getting better? I feel like creatures of all kinds are coming out of the woodworks to harm innocents and to take away whatever kind of safe haven we have going. Is that okay to be frustrated about? I think it is…but what happens when someone who is supposed to be hopeful and optimistic is actually someone that feels like the world is rapidly becoming cruel and heartless? Where life no longer has the value and the appreciation that it should.<br />
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I mean FUCK even I wasn’t as upset as I should have been when evil Mundy killed that bounty hunter. I was just frustrated if anything and I chalked it up to “Ehhh I guess that is the risk of what happens when you hunt someone down”... What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?! That’s far too casual of a way to look at life. Sure that person was trying to hunt me down and possibly kill or capture me but we never got a chance to know why they were doing it? What if they too were starving and completing my bounty would have been the surefire way for them to get the currency they needed to have their next meal? Or maybe they needed to be able to purchase clothes for their kids so that they wouldn’t have to risk their own life just to be able to walk outside and see the sun? See what I mean… These are all thoughts that should have entered my head when it happened but they didn’t and I feel wrong because of it… I should feel wrong about it. People matter. Their lives are important and there are so many stories that I am not able to learn anymore because of the way their tales have been stolen away from them or cut short with every hazard out there in this hellscape…<br />
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I think I miss being held. It’s hard to make proper connections here with everyone so focused on survival, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to just hold each other and laugh until the stars come out and are soon chased away by the bright, lively warmth of the sun. Maybe I need to reach out to someone properly…I guess I could check in with Jaxzo? I know she definitely had a rough day with everything we went through and she also knows far more about this whole LaCroix group than I ever could hope to know through my own sources… That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go check in with Jaxzo. Thanks for helping me, Journal. I should really come up with a proper name for you. Feels improper to just kind of assume you don’t have one. I mean, you absolutely have a tale of your own right? Who made you? Who crafted the pages that I am currently writing my heart onto and who bound them all together to allow for such an exploration of thoughts? I don’t know yet, but I hope to find out! So please know that you are important to me, Journal. I love you. I love the people of Ravel. I love the people of Håpe. I love many a soul and I hope I get the chance to meet as many as I can in this short amount of time in the world that I have.<br />
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See you later, LUV *the ending signature is followed by a wonderful hand drawn heart that comes off of the V, much like her signatures on the completed bounties.*"<br />
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== Languages ==<br />
Common, Gnomish, and Elvish<br />
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Luv learned both Gnomish and Elvish from their parent's as they viewed any form of communication of great importance throughout the land. <br />
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== RP ==<br />
'''CHASING THROUGH THE STREETS'''<br />
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During one of their times of ravenous animal form, Ilan ran out onto the streets of Ravel and was unable to find their quarry. In sorrow, they went back to their lodgings and saw Luv there waiting for them. This is their conversation...<br />
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''LUV: "Illan, are you okay? I tried to find you but you were no where near. Did something happen? Do you need anything to help?"''<br />
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''ILLAN: "*She stumbles inside, eyes glazed over*. ...you should have locked the door...you would all be safe, then..."''<br />
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''LUV: "*Luv scrounges up a blanket and some food* "That is a very good point...but with the door locked I wouldn't have been able to see your wonderful face" *Luv smiles and sets them down near Ilan incase she would like*"''<br />
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''ILLAN: "*as Illan sits, she glances towards Luv, a ghost of a smirk touching the corners of her mouth* ...you can convince stone to move before you, Velosken, but...my face should not be the last thing you see...*Illan shudders an aching breath before noticing the food. She pounces and begins devouring the rations*.''<br />
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They then sat in silence as Luv watched on to this magnificent figure and had her heart ache as she pondered on options to help. <br />
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'''"MISSING YOUR GUIDANCE"'''<br />
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''After a long night of providing warmth to whoever she can and occasionally receiving threats of violence, Luv finally heads back to Windows Of The Soul and falls onto her uncovered bed (she has given all blankets/sheets away to those in need). She tries for a moment to just let the silence take over her mind and guide her to rest but she knows that it's not going to be possible... it's still there. THAT feeling. It sits right there just on top of her gut, always weighing deeply into her every fiber.''<br />
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''"YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH". It rises in her body, now compressing her chest. "YOU LET THOSE ONOS DIE." It tightens further, restricting her breath. "WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY, YOU NO-FACE?". She can no longer breathe. "YOU CAN'T REST. EVERY DEATH RIGHT NOW IS ON YOU. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN. ATLEAST THEN YOU'D BE OF USE". It rises further and now she can't even get the decency to swallow it down. Please...Please free her from it...but it won't. She attempt to swallow once more and the feeling races in a blinding speed up to cripple her mind..."YOU ABANDONED THEM. YOU ABANDONED HAPE. THEY WERE YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR LOVED ONES, YOUR EXISTENCE. NOW YOU KILL YOURSELF TO TRY AND MAKE UP FOR THAT. TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR COWARDICE. MAYBE THE FREEZE SHOULD HIT THEM SO THAT THEY NEVER KNOW HOW MANY YOU HURT WITH YOUR WEAK PRESENCE AND YOUR DISGUSTING INABILITY TO KEEP YOUR WORD" The thoughts are now overwhelming and she wails in agony as though it is the only way to release these tortures out so that they atleast have a presence outside of her own mind.'' <br />
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''Usually Luv is openly one to enjoy speaking and knowing that she is heard but right now that same ability is hampered as speaking feels like tearing yourself through hellish shrapnel'' || "I............ .I'm........so... ..... ... .. SORRY" <br />
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''There is a quiet echo of this all throughout the building as a feeling of sorrow creeps into the lights and turns them into shadows along the walls...Luv is lost. Sure she's felt sadness before but it's never outwardly hit like this. She's been so angry lately, so frustrated, so hopeful, and yet so hopeless. Every paradox choosing to take over and blend themselves together into a cacophony of emotion''<br />
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''After awhile, there is a moment of much needed silence as Luv gathers what remains of her psyche, a quill, ink, and some parchment to begin writing a letter...''<br />
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"Dear Vix & Iri, <br />
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<s>How are you doing? Are you okay? Any new updates on how everyone is doing?</s> I'm not doing okay. I feel detached from any of the ideals I was chasing. I thought when I left Håpe that I'd find all new adventures out here and be able to help people. Help them with my powers, with my strength, with my determination, and with my presence; just like you taught me too. (though you taught me so that I'd help out those in Håpe) But I don't think I'm doing it right...<br />
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I made a promise to people that I would be there for them...but I wasn't and many of them died because of it. I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done because I have also been helping to keep others alive but the guilt still sits with me... Their faces are etched into my mind and it's like they have tattooed themselves onto my own eyelids...I haven't been sleeping. I tell myself it's because I need to be awake to help everyone and I know that that is true but I also know that it's because I hate seeing their faces. I hate knowing I made a promise and couldn't keep it. You raised me better than to do that...<br />
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I write and I feel all this but I know that even this isn't the reason why I am writing to you now. I am writing to you because '''<u>I miss you</u>'''. How FUCKING selfish is that?? Here I am feeling the guilt of betraying someone's trust and allowing them to die on my own watch and yet all I can do is think about you. To think about my parents and how you raised me to solve people's problems with words but also hold your own in times of conflict. About Forgo and how we would act the heroic tale of Rivan...how we would hold each other and look at the stars. About Klick and how we ran from Hari after drawing a bunny face on his boots...about our first kiss shortly after that... It's all so distracting and SO GODDAMN SELFISH. WHY AM I THINKING OF THIS ALL??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP??<br />
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I don't know anymore...I don't know what I am trying to do...<br />
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Some people here call me a hero and others call me a monster...I can't tell which one is the most truthful...Is that wrong? I think I need to go back out there and help...sleep can wait. I don't know if I can even send this anyway with the big goddamn frozen oceans so now I've just wasted valuable time writing when I could have been out there saving someone's life... See what I mean by selfish? I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you. If you get this somehow, please tell everyone I am thinking of them.<br />
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Missing your guidance,<br />
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Blueberry/Luv"<br />
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''Luv signs the sodden, tear-filled letter and closes it in an envelope that she hopes to send off somehow...who knows if that's even possible anymore though.''<br />
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== Powers and Abilities ==<br />
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* '''<u>Elemental Resilience:</u>''' Due to Luv's elementalist abilities, she suffers no damage from natural extremes of heat/cold and half damage from magical sources of those types.<br />
* '''<u>Elemental Blast:</u>''' Luv can hurl an element of any kind she deems fitting to either knock out a hostile or create an exciting show for others to watch/partake in.<br />
* '''<u>Harbinger's Face:</u>''' Being a changeling, Luv is able to change their appearance at will.<br />
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* '''<u>Henchkeeper:</u>''' Has a henchman named [[The Fantasial Freeze/NPCs#Throk|Throk]] and a gnome one named [[Ipanam]]<br />
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== Attacks and Weapons ==<br />
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* '''<u>Short Sword:</u>''' Not Luv's ideal weapon but one that they keep on their person incase they no longer have access to their magic and have no way to talk their way out of a situation.<br />
* '''<u>Small Shield:</u>''' Luv's preferred way of defense in dire situations<br />
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== TIMELINE ==<br />
{| class="wikitable"<br />
|'''Key'''<br />
|'''BG'''<br />
|'''Bold & Underlined Names'''<br />
|-<br />
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|'''B'''efore '''G'''ame<br />
|Important NPCs & PC<br />
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'''29BG''' (437 [[PR]])<br />
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* '''Luv''' is born in a small community town on '''Isonhound''' called '''[[Håpe]]'''<br />
** They are born to the loving changeling family of '''[[Vix]]''' & '''[[Iri]]'''<br />
** Håpe is a community of changelings formed after many were forced to flee from their original home of '''Black Hollow''' due to it’s torching by the citizens of '''Goldcrest'''<br />
*** Many of the changelings work together to raise their young, hunt, care, entertain, build, love, etc. <br />
*** The community is hidden away from any groups not changeling and purposefully tries to keep it that way.<br />
* A couple of villagers are a bit surprised by her blue-ish skin but the initial surprise wears off pretty quickly due the rapid acceptance throughout the community.<br />
'''28BG-15BG''' (451 [[PR]])<br />
* Throughout the years Luv befriends multiple of their peers:<br />
** '''Forgo:''' a primarily male-presenting changeling, who prefers his pale moss covered human persona.<br />
*** Known for his obsession with the history of other personas. He has a particular fondness for the tales of one known as “'''Rivan'''” (mainly due to the name being attached to many heroic acts but having it’s use tragically be cut off after the Black Hollow burning). <br />
*** Luv befriended him when she found him in the forest rushing back and forth between reading a history book and acting out the characters. She helped make the process easier by taking turns reading/acting.<br />
*** Their friendship usually consists of hangouts where they talk about changeling history, interview elder changelings, and play pretend.<br />
** '''Klick:''' primarily female-presenting changeling who prefers to be in the persona of a half tiefling / half kenku being.<br />
*** Known for her troublesome nature. Takes a great amount of enjoyment from playing harmless pranks on others and trying to see how long she can pretend to be other children before their parents notice. Occasionally breaks into other people’s homes to place her carvings.<br />
*** Luv befriended her when she found Klick impersonating her to ask out someone that Klick liked. Luv found the whole thing amusing and asked Klick why she would do that when she was already stunning as is.<br />
*** Their friendship consists of high speed flees from frustrated village folk, daring each other to step out of their comfort zones, discussing fun hypotheticals, and creating unique wooden carvings.<br />
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'''8BG''' (458 [[PR]])<br />
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* Frustrated by their village’s unwillingness to adapt to the world and allow new personas/ stories/ ideas to enter, Luv decides it’s best to leave her home behind her and start a new life elsewhere.<br />
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'''7BG - 3BG''' (463 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv makes her way to the landmass of '''Osugbo''' and goes from town to town in failed attempts to make lasting connections.<br />
* Luv is near giving up when she comes across an overgrown shack in the wilderness that houses a shifter named '''Healer'''<br />
** Healer joyfully lets Luv crash in his house for a few months while she rests and regains her mission’s determination<br />
*** In this time, Luv learns of Healer’s history as a weapon of war and how he had been heavily damaged when he stumbled across a tree stump and shut down. From there he was awoken by a wonderful changeling boy named '''Von''', who had nursed him back to life. <br />
*** Luv gains a bigger realization of how destructive wars can be based off of Healer’s accounts and those of the changelings back home<br />
* After a refreshing time in Healer’s cabin, Luv eventually makes her way to the town of '''Ravel'''. Here she chooses to stay for a bit due to the wonderful art community it has fostered. <br />
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'''2BG-GAME''' (466 [[PR]])<br />
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* Luv takes up residence in the nearby courtesan home of '''Windows Of The Soul'''<br />
** Luv gets a bit of a popular name for herself through her unconventional means of connecting to clients through proper conversation, questions, soft intimacy, and kindness. <br />
* With The Freeze now deeply impacting Ravel, Luv takes on the responsibility of ensuring people are well fed, warm, and cared for.<br />
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== Spotify Playlist ==<br />
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