https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/api.php?action=feedcontributions&feedformat=atom&user=Silentdarknes 2026-04-05T06:01:14Z User contributions MediaWiki 1.40.0 https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Iris&diff=35043 2024-09-28T02:16:21Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=OIG3.kiye.jpg|languages=Common, Primordial, Goblinoid|marital=Single|species=Plasmoid|height=4'9|weight=90lbs|eyes=A singular, brown eye.}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Lunar [[Sorcerer]] Plasmoid, with the Far Traveler Background.<br /> <br /> == Physical Appearance ==<br /> '''Plasmoids''' typically have an amorphous shape, and are able to shift and change with ease. Iris is able to do just that, using the phase of the moon to help keep themselves more or less solid. Iris is a pastel, iridescent being. They typically take a more feminine humanoid form, because in moments of freedom, they recognized more care towards people that present such a way, and that they are less likely to be called a monster; This being said, their most natural shape is that of a blob, and not that of a [[human]] woman.<br /> <br /> == Personality ==<br /> Iris is a particularly blunt, but caring being. They take most information at face value, though are steadfast in their personal beliefs. They do not value the parasocial relationship to [[gods]] that most others do, and believes solely that the afterlife is simply The End, with no memory or continuation. This is something Iris is not afraid of, because of how little she has actually managed to live. <br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> Iris has a long history of being kidnapped, bottled, boxed, sold, lost, and forgotten. <br /> <br /> Iris has stated that from her understanding, Plasmoids and slimes come from a mishmash of their parents. Some of their memories aren't even our own, because of this. Slimes usually don't care much, and just want to move on, so they tend to be a bit muddier in colors, where some plasmoids are more picky. Iris' family wanted to capture beauty and magic in our sorcerous bloodline, and slowly created her and her numerous siblings. Iris states that they had been called &quot;[T]heir little pearls.&quot; Iris and their siblings lived in the sewers, however had got swept up and around the world.<br /> <br /> Once Iris had entered the mortal world, free from the sewers beneath, she found herself in a large city. There, she made friends with a local shop-keep who &quot;had been running from some kind of entity,&quot; but &quot;had found their place doing what they loved.&quot; Iris and this shop-keep had become close friends, and often worked together, however they had been separated when Iris had gone to their store, only to find it abandoned suddenly, without warning or clues of where they had gone. Iris was suddenly alone within a bustling city, and soon had found herself swept away within the crowds.<br /> <br /> A gentleman hand managed to pull Iris away from the crowd, down an alleyway, and offered to help her get somewhere much more quiet- Iris accepted, and was coaxed into a potion bottle that held only an eye within it, for easy travel, only to be dimension-doored away, and brought into a towering building. The man had attempted to capture her, and placed her upon a tall shelf, in which Iris had to unscrew the lid of the bottle, which had toppled from the shelf with the momentum of her turning the lid. In a panic, Iris reached a pseudopod out, grabbed the man that had placed her upon the shelf, and essentially launched the glass bottle into the mans head. He stumbled back, and hit his head hard on the way down. Iris did not wait to see if he recovered, and simply left the tower. Wishing to avoid people at all costs, she made her travels towards the beach.<br /> <br /> Unfortunately, it had been a stormy day when she had escaped from the tower. The waves crashed against the stone and sand of the beach, drowning any warnings that came Iris' way. The waves pulled back into the horizon, and Iris stepped forward on the newly revealed sand. The roar of the water rushing forward hushed any cries that escaped, and before Iris knew it, she had been surrounded by the taste of salt water and silt, pulled far out to sea. Iris was pulled along the currents, managing only to hold themselves together, and occasionally gasping for breath before being pulled back beneath the waves. After hours, Iris grew exhausted, and as she had been about to give into the desperate want to sleep, she had been lifted from the water, with two red walls rising from the sea itself, before they closed in on her, and sealed her in darkness.<br /> <br /> Iris had been swallowed by a whale. It was the thing that saved her, Honestly. She was able to orient herself just enough to forcefully climb her way into the lungs of a Juniper Whale, a massive [[beast]] found deep within the oceans. Taking time to rest within the beast, Iris had been able to squeeze herself into the blowhole, forcing the creature to preemptively surface, and catching view of a massive ship in the distance. Knowing this had been her best chance, Iris made her way once more into the ocean. <br /> <br /> With the storm long past, Iris had been able to approach the ship with relative ease. Only once close enough for them to spot her, had she realized that the marking upon the ship had been of a local Pirate group. Unable to flee with any sort of speed, Iris was caught within their nets and pulled upon the ship, where she had been interrogated, then trapped within a case meant for a mermaid. Despite her protests and promises, she had been ignored. Many of the crew had talked of selling her at the price of a large pearl, where others had wanted to hide her away, as being a jellyfish mermaid. The Pirates had come to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to hide her away within a cave so they may offload weight, and return later. <br /> <br /> Days passed, with Iris trapped within the caves, trapped within the glass walls of an aquarium. Each passed like a blur, with no sounds or lights signifying how long it had been. After what she assumes to have been a week, something finally broke up the nothing; chattering voices and hisses, speaking to one another, and approaching with the warm glow of torchlight. Most wouldn't be excited to see a group of goblins, however with lack of food, or water, Iris had been grateful for any contact, even if it included being carried from one cave, to another. The Goblins fed her, and watched her for entertainment for months. It took nearly a year before she began to learn their language. When she spoke to them, though, they looks revolted. Her meals became scarce, and so Iris learned to simply listen. She learned of a local clan that had been fighting for resources, and noticed when certain goblins left, and never returned. During the night, under the light of a full moon, a quiet cave roared to life, as [[Kobolds]] attacked.<br /> <br /> Iris could feel the heat from within glass walls as fire erupted around her, and the rival factions of Kobolds had come to wage war against the Goblins that had captured her. Iris had no choice but to sit sidelined as the goblins she had watched over the last year had been slain, and she had been taken as a prize by the victorious Kobolds. Iris had been carried away, once again, although the Kobolds had been much more welcome to talking; They told her stories, and listened to hers. They spoke of their God, an infant [[dragon]] named Tarrakesay that lived within endless caverns, big enough that you couldn't see the walls from the center, left slumbering. The Kobolds stated that once it awoke, the sun would be blotted out from the sky, and the world would simply end. She made friends there, though many of the Kobolds did attempt to eat, poke, and prod at the slime. <br /> <br /> The Kobolds, despite being friendly towards Iris, had decided that many small shiny things would be far more valuable than one big shiny thing, and managed to sell Iris off in exchange for filling her aquarium with gold. An alchemist had arrived, and filled a large flask with Iris, before traveling back into a new city, in attempts to sell this new Iris-Flavored elixir in a discounted, unlabeled potion bin. She was left there for months, with only a cracked health potion soaking into her bottles cork keeping her going. Iris was finally pulled out from the potion bin, and brought home with a witch, or maybe a hag. Iris is unsure, but she was poured into a cauldron, for some kind of powerful spell, or delicious stew. Once realizing the mix-up, however, Iris had been able to escape yet again, this time traveling back to what she knew-- The Sewers.<br /> <br /> Sadly, Iris did not know the Sewers well. Local slimes and oozes continuously attempted to eat Iris, and Iris only really lasted a few months before being found at the mouth of the sewers, by a tall owl. She looked up at the owl, and raised a hand to defend herself, however...The world went black, and Iris found herself upon a shelf, with dozens of items scattered around. She watched, and waited. Iris tried to count how long she was there, but exhaustion overcame her, again, and again....She can only guess months; Perhaps she had been imprisoned for years. She truly does not remember. Every day blurred, the only difference being what had been sitting closest to her on the shelf. She heard voices. She understood that they knew how unfortunate her situation was. She was told that her misfortune would keep the Collection safe. She sat. She waited. She listened to the researches, and watched as they occasionally disappeared... She was forgotten, pushed to the back, and ignored. Suddenly, she was picked up, and put on a new shelf. She traveled, within her little bottle. She was brought far away, and.... Another owl found her, this one with a soft voice. It told her to watch over her friends, and...They opened the bottle. They freed Iris, and gave Iris a job. They led her to the Tempest Brothers, where Iris began to slowly build friendships. <br /> <br /> Iris has done some work, including traveling to see the statues of [[the Seven]]. She faced down the Twilight Phoenix, and was nearly trapped within a pot for being unfinished, however managed to escape with her strength. She then faced off with the Nameless, ram-skulled [[deity]], and put herself on the line, offering a trade for herself, and two frost-giants and a cyclops hag. She now posses a singular Pawn. This Pawn changed after Iris raided an Ancient White Dragon named Ysildra's cave, and is now a marbled black and white queen.<br /> <br /> == Languages ==<br /> Goblinoid, Primordial, [[Common]]<br /> <br /> == Powers and Abilities ==<br /> Iris is Adept with Acid spells. She also has a '''Stirring Dragon-Touched focus''', which allows her to teleport with the use of a spell slot.<br /> <br /> == Attacks and Weapons ==<br /> Iris currently has a '''Hag Greystaff.''' This staff is carved of old, gray, frozen wood. ''While wielding the staff you may take on some features of [[winter]]. This staff has 7 charges. While holding this staff, you can use an action to expend 1 or more of its charges to cast one of the following spells from it, using your spell save DC and spell attack bonus: ray of frost (0 charges; 1 charge if cast at 5th level), fog cloud (1 charge), sleet storm (3 charges), fly (3 charges; self only), ice storm (4 charges), or cone of cold (5 charges).''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The staff regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges each day at dusk. If you expend the final charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the staff shatters and is destroyed.''<br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> {{Worldbuilders}}</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Iris&diff=32698 2024-08-08T21:09:06Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=OIG3.kiye.jpg|languages=Common, Primordial, Goblinoid|marital=Single|species=Plasmoid|height=4'9|weight=90lbs|eyes=A singular, brown eye.}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Lunar Sorcerer Plasmoid, with the Far Traveler Background.<br /> <br /> == Physical Appearance ==<br /> '''Plasmoids''' typically have an amorphous shape, and are able to shift and change with ease. Iris is able to do just that, using the phase of the moon to help keep themselves more or less solid. Iris is a pastel, iridescent being. They typically take a more feminine humanoid form, because in moments of freedom, they recognized more care towards people that present such a way, and that they are less likely to be called a monster; This being said, their most natural shape is that of a blob, and not that of a human woman.<br /> <br /> == Personality ==<br /> Iris is a particularly blunt, but caring being. They take most information at face value, though are steadfast in their personal beliefs. They do not value the parasocial relationship to gods that most others do, and believes solely that the afterlife is simply The End, with no memory or continuation. This is something Iris is not afraid of, because of how little she has actually managed to live. <br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> Iris has a long history of being kidnapped, bottled, boxed, sold, lost, and forgotten. <br /> <br /> Iris has stated that from her understanding, Plasmoids and slimes come from a mishmash of their parents. Some of their memories aren't even our own, because of this. Slimes usually don't care much, and just want to move on, so they tend to be a bit muddier in colors, where some plasmoids are more picky. Iris' family wanted to capture beauty and magic in our sorcerous bloodline, and slowly created her and her numerous siblings. Iris states that they had been called &quot;[T]heir little pearls.&quot; Iris and their siblings lived in the sewers, however had got swept up and around the world.<br /> <br /> Once Iris had entered the mortal world, free from the sewers beneath, she found herself in a large city. There, she made friends with a local shop-keep who &quot;had been running from some kind of entity,&quot; but &quot;had found their place doing what they loved.&quot; Iris and this shop-keep had become close friends, and often worked together, however they had been separated when Iris had gone to their store, only to find it abandoned suddenly, without warning or clues of where they had gone. Iris was suddenly alone within a bustling city, and soon had found herself swept away within the crowds.<br /> <br /> A gentleman hand managed to pull Iris away from the crowd, down an alleyway, and offered to help her get somewhere much more quiet- Iris accepted, and was coaxed into a potion bottle that held only an eye within it, for easy travel, only to be dimension-doored away, and brought into a towering building. The man had attempted to capture her, and placed her upon a tall shelf, in which Iris had to unscrew the lid of the bottle, which had toppled from the shelf with the momentum of her turning the lid. In a panic, Iris reached a pseudopod out, grabbed the man that had placed her upon the shelf, and essentially launched the glass bottle into the mans head. He stumbled back, and hit his head hard on the way down. Iris did not wait to see if he recovered, and simply left the tower. Wishing to avoid people at all costs, she made her travels towards the beach.<br /> <br /> Unfortunately, it had been a stormy day when she had escaped from the tower. The waves crashed against the stone and sand of the beach, drowning any warnings that came Iris' way. The waves pulled back into the horizon, and Iris stepped forward on the newly revealed sand. The roar of the water rushing forward hushed any cries that escaped, and before Iris knew it, she had been surrounded by the taste of salt water and silt, pulled far out to sea. Iris was pulled along the currents, managing only to hold themselves together, and occasionally gasping for breath before being pulled back beneath the waves. After hours, Iris grew exhausted, and as she had been about to give into the desperate want to sleep, she had been lifted from the water, with two red walls rising from the sea itself, before they closed in on her, and sealed her in darkness.<br /> <br /> Iris had been swallowed by a whale. It was the thing that saved her, Honestly. She was able to orient herself just enough to forcefully climb her way into the lungs of a Juniper Whale, a massive beast found deep within the oceans. Taking time to rest within the beast, Iris had been able to squeeze herself into the blowhole, forcing the creature to preemptively surface, and catching view of a massive ship in the distance. Knowing this had been her best chance, Iris made her way once more into the ocean. <br /> <br /> With the storm long past, Iris had been able to approach the ship with relative ease. Only once close enough for them to spot her, had she realized that the marking upon the ship had been of a local Pirate group. Unable to flee with any sort of speed, Iris was caught within their nets and pulled upon the ship, where she had been interrogated, then trapped within a case meant for a mermaid. Despite her protests and promises, she had been ignored. Many of the crew had talked of selling her at the price of a large pearl, where others had wanted to hide her away, as being a jellyfish mermaid. The Pirates had come to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to hide her away within a cave so they may offload weight, and return later. <br /> <br /> Days passed, with Iris trapped within the caves, trapped within the glass walls of an aquarium. Each passed like a blur, with no sounds or lights signifying how long it had been. After what she assumes to have been a week, something finally broke up the nothing; chattering voices and hisses, speaking to one another, and approaching with the warm glow of torchlight. Most wouldn't be excited to see a group of goblins, however with lack of food, or water, Iris had been grateful for any contact, even if it included being carried from one cave, to another. The Goblins fed her, and watched her for entertainment for months. It took nearly a year before she began to learn their language. When she spoke to them, though, they looks revolted. Her meals became scarce, and so Iris learned to simply listen. She learned of a local clan that had been fighting for resources, and noticed when certain goblins left, and never returned. During the night, under the light of a full moon, a quiet cave roared to life, as Kobolds attacked.<br /> <br /> Iris could feel the heat from within glass walls as fire erupted around her, and the rival factions of Kobolds had come to wage war against the Goblins that had captured her. Iris had no choice but to sit sidelined as the goblins she had watched over the last year had been slain, and she had been taken as a prize by the victorious Kobolds. Iris had been carried away, once again, although the Kobolds had been much more welcome to talking; They told her stories, and listened to hers. They spoke of their God, an infant dragon named Tarrakesay that lived within endless caverns, big enough that you couldn't see the walls from the center, left slumbering. The Kobolds stated that once it awoke, the sun would be blotted out from the sky, and the world would simply end. She made friends there, though many of the Kobolds did attempt to eat, poke, and prod at the slime. <br /> <br /> The Kobolds, despite being friendly towards Iris, had decided that many small shiny things would be far more valuable than one big shiny thing, and managed to sell Iris off in exchange for filling her aquarium with gold. An alchemist had arrived, and filled a large flask with Iris, before traveling back into a new city, in attempts to sell this new Iris-Flavored elixir in a discounted, unlabeled potion bin. She was left there for months, with only a cracked health potion soaking into her bottles cork keeping her going. Iris was finally pulled out from the potion bin, and brought home with a witch, or maybe a hag. Iris is unsure, but she was poured into a cauldron, for some kind of powerful spell, or delicious stew. Once realizing the mix-up, however, Iris had been able to escape yet again, this time traveling back to what she knew-- The Sewers.<br /> <br /> Sadly, Iris did not know the Sewers well. Local slimes and oozes continuously attempted to eat Iris, and Iris only really lasted a few months before being found at the mouth of the sewers, by a tall owl. She looked up at the owl, and raised a hand to defend herself, however...The world went black, and Iris found herself upon a shelf, with dozens of items scattered around. She watched, and waited. Iris tried to count how long she was there, but exhaustion overcame her, again, and again....She can only guess months; Perhaps she had been imprisoned for years. She truly does not remember. Every day blurred, the only difference being what had been sitting closest to her on the shelf. She heard voices. She understood that they knew how unfortunate her situation was. She was told that her misfortune would keep the Collection safe. She sat. She waited. She listened to the researches, and watched as they occasionally disappeared... She was forgotten, pushed to the back, and ignored. Suddenly, she was picked up, and put on a new shelf. She traveled, within her little bottle. She was brought far away, and.... Another owl found her, this one with a soft voice. It told her to watch over her friends, and...They opened the bottle. They freed Iris, and gave Iris a job. They led her to the Tempest Brothers, where Iris began to slowly build friendships. <br /> <br /> Iris has done some work, including traveling to see the statues of the Seven. She faced down the Twilight Phoenix, and was nearly trapped within a pot for being unfinished, however managed to escape with her strength. She then faced off with the Nameless, ram-skulled deity, and put herself on the line, offering a trade for herself, and two frost-giants and a cyclops hag. She now posses a singular Pawn.<br /> <br /> == Languages ==<br /> Goblinoid, Primordial, Common<br /> <br /> == Powers and Abilities ==<br /> Iris is Adept with Acid spells. She also has a '''Stirring Dragon-Touched focus''', which allows her to teleport with the use of a spell slot.<br /> <br /> == Attacks and Weapons ==<br /> Iris currently has a '''Hag Greystaff.''' This staff is carved of old, gray, frozen wood. ''While wielding the staff you may take on some features of winter. This staff has 7 charges. While holding this staff, you can use an action to expend 1 or more of its charges to cast one of the following spells from it, using your spell save DC and spell attack bonus: ray of frost (0 charges; 1 charge if cast at 5th level), fog cloud (1 charge), sleet storm (3 charges), fly (3 charges; self only), ice storm (4 charges), or cone of cold (5 charges).''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The staff regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges each day at dusk. If you expend the final charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the staff shatters and is destroyed.''<br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> {{Worldbuilders}}</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:OIG3.kiye.jpg&diff=32697 2024-08-08T21:01:22Z

<p>Silentdarknes: A faceless, pastel iridescent slime Sorceress, with snow flowing around them.</p> <hr /> <div>== Summary ==<br /> A faceless, pastel iridescent slime Sorceress, with snow flowing around them.<br /> == Licensing ==<br /> {{ai-lic}}</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Kanari_Meldros&diff=31319 2024-05-01T22:49:59Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=Kingdom Meldros|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Kanari.jpg|caption=Princess Kanari Meldros, Deceased at age 22.|relatives=King {REDACTED} of Meldros<br /> Queen {REDACTED} of Meldros<br /> Uncle {REACTED}|languages=Many!|alias=Nari|marital=Betrothed|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=deathdate|deathPlace=Her Bedroom|species=Kalashtar|gender=Female|height=5'7|weight=135 lbs|eyes=Soft Green}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Kalashtar Noble, who is a Gloomstalker Ranger/Assassin Rogue, as a player character in Infernal Invasion.<br /> <br /> == Physical Appearance ==<br /> Kalashtar are known to appear almost alien- They have sharp features, and when feeling strong emotions, their eyes may glow faintly. Kanari is no different, with sharp features complimented by long, reddish purple hair. She is depicted to be wearing noble-clothes, and after death, has permanent tear stains running down her cheeks.<br /> <br /> == Personality ==<br /> Kanari was raised to be stoic, but personable. After all, by being friendly to those around, enemies would be far between. When a soft smile isn't present, however, one can expect to see pursed lips, and an almost bored, or simply distant expression. When alone, she would often be seen speaking to her Quori- a being best explained as an imaginary friend, to those who are unfamiliar. She has a close bond with this being, and it is one of the few things she lets her guard down around naturally. Kanari has been heard calling this being Ari. <br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> Princess Kanari of house Meldros had been well loved by the kingdom, acting as a symbol of health for the people. It was often said that with her downfall, the cities own would follow soon after. Her Uncle had long been opposed to these claims, and had been one of the first to question the King once her demise had been publicized. She was found in her bed, bathed in crimson, less than a tenday prior to her wedding. The perpetrator was seized within castle grounds by royal guard- His execution had been expedited to be viewed publicly that morning.<br /> <br /> == Languages ==<br /> Common, Elvish, Quori, Thieves Cant, and like. four others that I can't remember at this moment.<br /> <br /> == Powers and Abilities ==<br /> Kanari has been known to speak telepathically, especially when in large groups, or when needing to communicate with guards who had been nearby without drawing attention.<br /> <br /> == Attacks and Weapons ==<br /> The Princess of Meldros has been trained with a bow and arrow, shield, and blade. Many of these trainings had been for showmanship during tournaments, and she had been formally taught how to fence during her upbringing. Only recently had she needed to use these tools in a more traditional way.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> {{Worldbuilders}}</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:-ai-Kanari.jpg&diff=31318 2024-05-01T22:18:44Z

<p>Silentdarknes: A Noble Portrait of Princess Kanari Meldros.</p> <hr /> <div>== Summary ==<br /> A Noble Portrait of Princess Kanari Meldros.</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Kanari_Meldros&diff=31317 2024-05-01T22:15:27Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=affiliation|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=image.jpg|caption=caption|relatives=relatives|languages=languages|alias=alias|marital=marital status|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=deathdate|deathPlace=deathplace|species=species|gender=gender|height=height|weight=weight|eyes=eyes}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Kalashtar Noble, who is a Gloomstalker Ranger/Assassin Rogue, as a player character in Infernal Invasion.<br /> <br /> == Physical Appearance ==<br /> Kalashtar are known to appear almost alien- They have sharp features, and when feeling strong emotions, their eyes may glow faintly. Kanari is no different, with sharp features complimented by long, reddish purple hair. She is depicted to be wearing noble-clothes, and after death, has permanent tear stains running down her cheeks.<br /> <br /> == Personality ==<br /> Kanari was raised to be stoic, but personable. After all, by being friendly to those around, enemies would be far between. When a soft smile isn't present, however, one can expect to see pursed lips, and an almost bored expression. <br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> A brief history of your character's life.<br /> <br /> == Languages ==<br /> Examples include Common, Elvish, TwitchTalk, Thieves Cant, or French<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 /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> {{Worldbuilders}}</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Kanari_Meldros&diff=31316 2024-05-01T22:04:57Z

<p>Silentdarknes: Started creation/</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=affiliation|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=image.jpg|caption=caption|relatives=relatives|languages=languages|alias=alias|marital=marital status|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=deathdate|deathPlace=deathplace|species=species|gender=gender|height=height|weight=weight|eyes=eyes}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Kalashtar Noble, who is a Gloomstalker Ranger/Assassin Rogue, as a player character in Infernal Invasion.<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 /> A brief history of your character's life.<br /> <br /> == Languages ==<br /> Examples include Common, Elvish, TwitchTalk, Thieves Cant, or French<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 /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> {{Worldbuilders}}</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=The_Seven&diff=29751 2024-03-07T18:49:56Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>Also known as the Sepexilium (elvish for &quot;the seven banished&quot;), this group of mysterious beings comprises seven individuals, each having the ability to &quot;mark&quot; people, conferring strange abilities. As Far as we know, these are ancient beings that may predate gods to some degree. They have been depicted in visions as being those responsible of growing the jungles of Amusa, working together to some degree in order to hide themselves within the wilds.<br /> <br /> Members of the [[Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company]] learned about them during their time in Amusa in 893 PR. [[Lord Bellephon]] referenced the The Seven as his true patrons and the true embodiment of the wilds. Information from [[The Collector]] linked them to the gnolls and fungus demons against which the company had been fighting, and depictions of them have been seen within structures used by the gnolls. Lord Bellephon had notes that the Collector seemed to be collecting artifacts with specific ties to the Sepexilium.<br /> <br /> <br /> What little is known about the individual members of the group was largely gathered by [[Marion Ette]]. The following notes are sorted by ancient, and include known artifacts associated with those ancients, as listed below.<br /> <br /> == General Notes: ==<br /> The Marks often bestowed onto unlucky passerby are both intentional, as well as random- Either they get too close, or one of the Seven just happen to reach out. There have been reports of multiple people marked, all hosting some kind of strange ability. <br /> <br /> * A druid who could summon worms inside your body<br /> * A widow who was related to a string of disappearances near a mountain before disappearing over a cliffs edge<br /> * A cannibal able to take on the forms of those they had eaten<br /> * A soldier who could incite violent murderous rage in others<br /> * A doctor whose touch was said to turn you blind<br /> * A man who was said to have roots under his skin<br /> <br /> There is also reports of a Paladin who managed to remove their mark, hosted by the God Ravager, and is currently living in Xender as a blacksmith. Some of the Collectors attendants who were marked, often report hallucinations of the Seven that afflicts them, trying to persuade them into using their abilities.<br /> <br /> <br /> Records Marion finds seem to identify these being as an Elder Evil, though through ancient translations of dead languages Marion finds these definitions leaning closer to Demi God rather then Aberration.<br /> <br /> <br /> Many of the artifacts in the Collection tied to abyssal energies seem to be becoming restless, lashing out with some repeatedly breaking their binds, as the wedding grows closer.<br /> <br /> == '''The Twilight Phoenix''' ==<br /> * A figure in a cloak of feathers wearing a blank mask standing within a flaming pyre.<br /> * [[The Collector]]'s assistant, Marion, has had visions of her after being exposed to her artifacts.<br /> * Seemingly A figure of desolation. Marion has had many dreams of this figure, and at one point had been able to speak to them briefly. Stated &quot;No one has ever protected us before...&quot; during communication.<br /> * Had reached out using a burning body hanging from a noose, to Marion. Upon touching her, Marion had horrible visions.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Veiled Ember ====<br /> The Veiled Ember is an artifact that takes the form of a small amber amulet, is encrusted with the masked figure and dark feathers and emanates a constant aura of desolation and fire. Upon close inspection, the blank mask on the amulet seems to shift, revealing different expressions of agony and despair. Those who dare to wear the amulet find themselves gradually consumed by an unquenchable internal fire, their bodies writhing in unseen flames that leave them perpetually scorched but never consumed.<br /> <br /> The cursed artifact feeds off the despair of its wearer, manifesting visions of an endless desolate landscape engulfed in eternal twilight. As the flames within the amulet intensify, so does the desolation within the afflicted person's soul. Donning this made Marion's mark burn, and they are unsure what the upside of this particular item is, if there is one.<br /> <br /> ==== Ember’s Embrace ====<br /> Ember's Embrace is a cursed relic, housing the primordial bones of an avian creature. Marion had first believed it to be The Lord Beneath, as their continued depictions of confined spaces, or possibly the Endless Expanse, due to the avian nature. Encased within a sealed granite box, the artifact emanates an aura of warmth and foreboding. If the observer is alone, even when they do not open the box, the room undergoes a transformation, enveloping the unfortunate observer in a trial of fire.<br /> <br /> A palpable heat begins to permeate the room, and the mark on Marion's shoulder, a brand from previous interactions with another relic belonging to the Twilight Phoenix, intensifies in warmth. Glowing orange light seeps through the cracks in the granite, heralding the imminent arrival of her fire.<br /> <br /> Simultaneously, the stone walls of the room catch with an otherworldly black fire, a blaze that devours light rather than illuminating the surroundings. Marion is drawn into the center of the room as the oppressive heat surrounds them, intensifying to a degree that threatens to consume flesh and bone alike.<br /> <br /> This only last a minute, though feeling like mere seconds. In the pivotal moment before the flames can inflict irreversible harm, the Collector opens the door. The flames vanish as swiftly as they appeared, leaving Marion unscathed by the intense experience. Ember's Embrace, in its cursed nature, presents a paradoxical trial—threatening annihilation and offering salvation in the same breath. The Collector stated that his previous assistant had opened the box, and in doing so, they had been reduced to ash.<br /> <br /> Perhaps the Ember's Embrace suggests that the relic is a vessel for The Twilight Phoenix's power, or a test of endurance that challenges the observer's resilience and ability to withstand the destructive forces of the deity. Either way, this trial is bringing Marion closer to learning about the Seven.<br /> <br /> == '''The Endless Expanse''' ==<br /> * A muscular monk-like figure with a featureless face whose visage gives the viewer vertigo. <br /> * Kompi had been seen in one of Marion's visions, where it was noted: &quot;A small white kobold, resting in the palm of something incomprehensibly large.&quot;<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== [[A Cosmos Compendium: An Academic's Guide to Quelmar Starcharting]] ====<br /> A book titled the same as those commonly studied in high-schools. This particular artifact had been found within a temple, and had been guarded by a Behir, which is a beast known to slay dragons. It had been inlaid in a podium, and the temple itself had primordial or draconic writing. It may be worth returning to investigate. Upon claiming the book, One member of the company, Kompi, had taken it and opened it. They were found staring at the pages blankly. Kompi seems to have a connection with the Endless after interacting with the artifact.<br /> <br /> Kompi has stated a sensation of &quot;Falling up into the sky, where only the stars are able to catch [them].&quot; Looking into Kompi's eyes after this would cause vertigo, and a general loss of balance. These started out as nightmares, however Kompi has stated that they are closer to dreams now. <br /> <br /> ==== Quill of Aether Fall ====<br /> The Abyssal Quill, also known as the Quill of Aether Fall, is a cursed artifact forged under the influence of The Endless Expanse. This quill appears mundane at first glance, with a sleek obsidian feather serving as its pen and an elegant yet unassuming design. Marion had initially picked it up to write their own notes, only to realize the true nature of the quill.<br /> <br /> When the user dips the quill into ink and begins to write, the first sensation is deceptively ordinary – the nib glides smoothly onto the paper. However, as the user continues to write, an unnerving phenomenon unfolds. The quill seems to defy the laws of reality, as the act of writing becomes an inexorable descent into an endless abyss.<br /> <br /> As the user moves the quill downward or in any direction, it feels as if they are plummeting into an infinite void rather than making contact with the paper. The sensation of falling becomes so vivid and immersive that the user perceives themselves descending endlessly, detached from the confines of the physical world. During this descent, time seems to stretch and warp, creating an unsettling sense of disconnection from the passage of reality.<br /> <br /> The user remains in this trance-like state, seemingly unmoving, until an external force interrupts the writing process. It is as though the act of using the Abyssal Quill transports the writer into a realm beyond the ordinary, where the boundaries of space and time lose their meaning. According to Nassir, Marion had been sitting in place for only a moment before he approached them, although the dark expanse of ink on their notepad suggests they had been there much longer.<br /> <br /> == '''The Lord of the Beneath''' ==<br /> <br /> * A figure in a tattered cloak covering up a mass of tendrils and worms with a maw of sharp teeth.<br /> <br /> * The strongest physically, according to the former Green Knight.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== Grave Mistakes ====<br /> An Artifact that resembles a tombstone topper, or emblem, that, when placed on any gravestone that is not on consecrated soil, will begin to produce a mass of undead hands, reaching up, trying to pull any living being nearby into the ground. <br /> <br /> This artifact has been untested on ground that is solid, such as concrete or brick.<br /> <br /> == '''The God Ravager''' ==<br /> * A thin and rotting figure with the head of a hairless wolf.<br /> * Seen in a vison as a massive rotting dog feasts upon a strange figure whose body radiates shadows.<br /> * Aka The Jawed God<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Rotting Maw ====<br /> The Rotting Maw artifact manifests as a grotesque mask crafted from withered bone, resembling the snarling visage of the wolf-headed deity. Its hollow eye sockets seem to pulse with an otherworldly decay. When donned, the cursed mask grants its wearer what seems to be an unholy communion with The God Ravager, bestowing upon them a feral strength and a heightened predatory instinct. Those who wear the Rotting Maw find their senses sharpened to an unnatural degree, able to track prey with an almost preternatural precision. The wearer also gains a degree of influence over decay, able to induce slow rot in organic matter at a touch.<br /> <br /> However, the true power of the Rotting Maw lies in its curse – feeding on the wearer's innermost fears and desires, gradually transforming them into a vessel for decay. Over time, the wearer's physical form begins to mirror the deity's rotting nature. Their flesh withers, and an eerie pallor replaces the natural hue of their skin. The curse whispers promises of power and dominance, tempting the wearer to succumb to the primal instincts of The God Ravager.<br /> <br /> ==== Woe ====<br /> A cane with thorns growing from the sides. As the wielder inflicts harm upon the world around them, it seems that the spirit within the sword becomes increasingly empowered. Ravager's Bane, also named Woe, thrives on the brutality and drawn-out suffering caused by its strikes. The more chaotic and destructive the actions of the wielder, the more the weapon responds with amplified power. This cursed weapon rewards users for inflicting prolonged suffering rather than delivering swift, lethal blows. Even non-lethal or weakened blows are met with a peculiar surge of malevolent energy, adding an extra bite to each strike. The cursed nature of the weapon seems to revel in the psychological and physical toll it imposes on both the wielder's victims and the wielder themselves.<br /> <br /> However, the power of Ravager's Bane comes at a cost. The more destruction the wielder causes, the more they become entwined with the malevolent spirit residing within the weapon. Over time, the wielder may find themselves increasingly consumed by a desire for chaos and mayhem. It seems that to break free from the item's influence demands a profound act of redemption and self-control, seeing how it consumes the psyche.<br /> <br /> == '''The Mother of the Lost Parade''' ==<br /> * A figure in a heavy cloak with too many arms and hands to count, also seen as a tall thin figure with hundreds of thin arms and hands and a large toothy smile.<br /> * Those marked by her demonstrate the abilities to cause madness and deceit.<br /> * Reportedly banished by the Gods because her song in creation had a discordant tune and had an unnatural beat.<br /> * The Lost Parade describes a procession of the mad and ruined who find revelry in their pain and shattered minds. Texts say that one day she will once again lead her parade across the realm, forcing all to join and dance to her tune.<br /> * Her artifacts often relate to music, statues, and hands<br /> * aka She of Black Tears, Hundred Hands, Imperious Dream, You Know Not Who You Are<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Self Winding Music Box ====<br /> An ornate music box, adorned with intricate carvings of spectral figures dancing in an eternal procession. The exterior, though beautiful, carries an air of melancholy that hints at the hidden curse. When the lid of the music box is opened and its ethereal melody begins to play, an enchanting aura emanates from within, wrapping those in its vicinity in an ephemeral spell. The haunting tune carries a magical resonance that captivates the senses. The enchantment, although seeming to have no effect at first, is far from benign.<br /> <br /> Upon listening to the melody and failing to resist its enchantment, participants fall into a trance-like state. Their faces become devoid of any expression, and they enter a surreal dance with the unseen specters of The Lost Parade. While in this trance, those affected lose all memory of their time within the spectral procession, leaving them disoriented and disconnected from the experience.<br /> <br /> The eerie nature becomes more pronounced when interacting with the unaffected. Those under the influence of the cursed music box act almost normal, engaging in  an expressionless conversation and continuing almost meaninglessly normal activities while listening. They exhibit a peculiar compulsion to share the melody with others, urging them to listen or winding the music box themselves, as if guided by unseen hands.<br /> <br /> When the magic of Box is detected, a ghostly visage of spectral hands is revealed, seemingly wrapping around the affected individuals. These appendages guide the cursed individuals in their interactions, directing them to share the cursed melody with others in an eternal cycle of entrancement. Breaking free from the curse seems to be as simple as silencing the box, or simply letting the music box finish the melody, and restricting whomever was entranced in order to stop them from further winding it.<br /> <br /> ==== Echoing Parade ====<br /> The Echoing Parade is a cursed relic, manifesting as a necklace adorned with intricately carved hands, each delicately carved in different gestures. Once worn and attuned, the wearer begins to perceive the subtle and haunting whispers of what could be assumed to be The Lost Parade. These whispers weave a spectral connection to the ethereal procession of the lost, offering both guidance and an eerie sense of comfort. Unfortunately, the constant murmurs make it incredibly difficult to focus on one's surroundings.<br /> <br /> As the wearer tunes into the constant murmurs, the whispers prove elusive, requiring a focused and attentive ear to decipher. The voices carry the echo of lost souls, recounting tales of their journeys, regrets, and the ephemeral nature of their existence. Although challenging to discern, those who listen closely may glean cryptic advice or warnings embedded within the spectral conversations.<br /> <br /> The carved hands on the necklace, symbolizing the many arms of The Mother of the Lost Parade, seem to react to the whispers. They subtly shift and twitch in response to the ethereal voices, creating an unsettling yet mesmerizing dance of spectral appendages. The connection to the lost parade granted by the Echoing Parade is a double-edged sword. While the whispers offer potential insights and assistance, they also expose the wearer to the melancholy and sorrow of the departed. The emotional weight of the lost souls' tales can be overwhelming, testing the wearer's resilience and empathy.<br /> <br /> == '''The Great Reclaimer''' ==<br /> * A tall creature made of twisting vines with branch-like horns.<br /> * Seems to focus on the regrowth after death, and leeching of life, and burning the old in order to reclaim the land.<br /> * Lord Bellephon, the former Green knight, wrote that his sword Oathsbane, which in description resembles the weapon wielded by Nassir, was a gift from a Sepexilium member, the Wild Desolation.<br /> * Aka Wild Desolation.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== Nassir's Axe ====<br /> After fighting a large beast, Nassir had claimed a vine covered axe. This axe shifted, vines wrapping around Nassirs' arm and forming a bracer. He is able to summon it at will, and is able to deal more damage to his foes by harming himself. Since wearing this artifact, there is a distant fire ever present in the reflection of his eyes. He has stated nightmares, but hasn't spoken of them recently. <br /> <br /> == '''He who Watches Alone''' ==<br /> * A figure with a ram-skull for a head with orange glowing eyes.<br /> * His mark grants scrying and the ability to cause great bloodshed.<br /> * His artifacts often relate to weaponry, violence and being watched.<br /> * Told expeditioners that &quot;the fall of [[Thinwhistle]] was their fault,&quot; due to the company member's choice to focus elsewhere, and that &quot;mortals were a mistake,&quot; only to then turn a civilian who had escaped gnoll imprisonment into little more than a flesh bag.<br /> * He Seems to enjoy watching, and his eyes can be seen with Detect Magic, appearing as bright orange shapes and veins. His influence was seen withing Lord Bellephon's lair.<br /> * Despite watching, he seems to not take action to help or hinder people, only judging others harshly for neglecting to do so.<br /> * In the Green Knight's notes, he refers to the Ramskull being as the most outgoing of the Sepexilium, but specifies that it is not their leader and far from the strongest.<br /> * aka The Warmonger, The Horned Reaver, The Weaver of Strife, &quot;Ramskull Ancient&quot;<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Sable Shroud ====<br /> The Sable Shroud is a cursed artifact that takes the form of a tattered and ancient cloak, its fabric seemingly woven from the shadows of forgotten realms.<br /> <br /> Those who come into possession of the Sable Shroud find themselves drawn into an oppressive veil of darkness that shrouds their existence. When worn, the cursed cloak imbues its bearer with the ability to move unseen through the shadows, becoming a master of stealth. However, this newfound power comes at a cost– As the wearer dons the Sable Shroud, disdain for humanity seeps into the cursed individual's mind, twisting their thoughts and emotions. As the wearer becomes increasingly isolated from others, haunted by a pervasive loneliness that echoes the deity's belief in the inherent flaw of human existence.<br /> <br /> The Sable Shroud's curse extends beyond the psychological realm. The shadows that grant the wearer invisibility become a double-edged sword. The darkness begins to consume the cursed individual, gradually eroding their physical form. The more the cloak is used, the more the user's body becomes ethereal and translucent. This effect only seems to occur when the cloak is worn, and continues its progress once put back on. It gets gradually more difficult to remove, as the effect progresses. It can be assumed that once the individual fades, all that remains is the cloak. Marion will not be testing that theory, as they've personally already gotten to the point of no longer having their forearm while wearing it. They have worn it for about an hour to get to this point.<br /> <br /> == Artifacts Displaced (Unknown Origin) ==<br /> The following are artifacts that have been encountered, but do not have enough details to reasonably place within the sections above. There seem to be similarities to the ones above,<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The Mask of the Flayed One - Steals people’s skin (potentially?) Members of [[The Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company|the company]] unintentionally killed an innocent soul by removing the cursed mask. Likely the God Ravager. <br /> <br /> A Cursed Gravestone - Possibly Cursed Coffin. Trapped members of the company within coffins underground. Possibly 'Grave Mistakes' being used on solid ground. The Lord Beneath.<br /> <br /> The Portrait of the Muse - Not enough details gathered. Allegedly has a banshee inside of it.<br /> <br /> A Giant Mannequin Spider - Its minions came out of the dark, taking the form of the party's greatest fears. (Turns other people into mannequins?) The Lost Parade.<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

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<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>Also known as the Sepexilium (elvish for &quot;the seven banished&quot;), this group of mysterious beings comprises seven individuals, each having the ability to &quot;mark&quot; people, conferring strange abilities. As Far as we know, these are ancient beings that may predate gods to some degree. They have been depicted in visions as being those responsible of growing the jungles of Amusa, working together to some degree in order to hide themselves within the wilds.<br /> <br /> Members of the [[Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company]] learned about them during their time in Amusa in 893 PR. [[Lord Bellephon]] referenced the The Seven as his true patrons and the true embodiment of the wilds. Information from [[The Collector]] linked them to the gnolls and fungus demons against which the company had been fighting, and depictions of them have been seen within structures used by the gnolls. Lord Bellephon had notes that the Collector seemed to be collecting artifacts with specific ties to the Sepexilium.<br /> <br /> <br /> What little is known about the individual members of the group was largely gathered by [[Marion Ette]]. The Following notes will be sorted by ancient, and include known artifacts associated with those ancients:<br /> <br /> == '''The Twilight Phoenix''' ==<br /> * A figure in a cloak of feathers wearing a blank mask standing within a flaming pyre.<br /> * [[The Collector]]'s assistant, Marion, has had visions of her after being exposed to her artifacts.<br /> * Seemingly A figure of desolation. Marion has had many dreams of this figure, and at one point had been able to speak to them briefly. Stated &quot;No one has ever protected us before...&quot; during communication.<br /> * Had reached out using a burning body hanging from a noose, to Marion. Upon touching her, Marion had horrible visions.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Veiled Ember ====<br /> The Veiled Ember is an artifact that takes the form of a small amber amulet, is encrusted with the masked figure and dark feathers and emanates a constant aura of desolation and fire. Upon close inspection, the blank mask on the amulet seems to shift, revealing different expressions of agony and despair. Those who dare to wear the amulet find themselves gradually consumed by an unquenchable internal fire, their bodies writhing in unseen flames that leave them perpetually scorched but never consumed.<br /> <br /> The cursed artifact feeds off the despair of its wearer, manifesting visions of an endless desolate landscape engulfed in eternal twilight. As the flames within the amulet intensify, so does the desolation within the afflicted person's soul. Donning this made my mark burn, and I am unsure what the upside of this particular item is, if there is one.<br /> <br /> ==== Ember’s Embrace ====<br /> Ember's Embrace is a cursed relic, housing the primordial bones of an avian creature. I had first believed it to be The Lord Beneath, as their continued depictions of confined spaces, or possibly the Endless Expanse, due to the avian nature. Encased within a sealed granite box, the artifact emanates an aura of warmth and foreboding. Even without opening the box, when alone, the room undergoes a transformation, enveloping the unfortunate observer in a trial of fire.<br /> <br /> A palpable heat begins to permeate the room, and the  mark on my shoulder, a brand from previous interactions with another relic belonging to the Twilight Phoenix, intensifies in warmth. Glowing orange light seeps through the cracks in the granite, heralding the imminent arrival of her  fire.<br /> <br /> Simultaneously, the stone walls of the room catch with an otherworldly black fire, a blaze that devours light rather than illuminating the surroundings. I was drawn into the center of the room as the oppressive heat surrounds me, intensifying to a degree that threatens to consume flesh and bone alike.<br /> <br /> Only lasting a minute, though feeling like seconds, In the pivotal moment before the flames can inflict irreversible harm, the Collector opens the door. The flames vanish as swiftly as they appeared, leaving me unscathed by the intense experience. Ember's Embrace, in its cursed nature, presents a paradoxical trial—threatening annihilation and offering salvation in the same breath. The Collector stated that his previous assistant had opened the box, and in doing so, they had been reduced to ash.<br /> <br /> Perhaps the Ember's Embrace suggests that the relic is a vessel for The Twilight Phoenix's power, or a test of endurance that challenges the observer's resilience and ability to withstand the destructive forces of the deity. Either way, this trial is bringing me closer to learning about the Seven.<br /> <br /> == '''The Endless Expanse''' ==<br /> * A muscular monk-like figure with a featureless face whose visage gives the viewer vertigo. <br /> * Kompi had been seen in one of Marions visions, where it was noted: &quot;A small white kobold, resting in the palm of something incomprehensibly large.&quot;<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== [[A Cosmos Compendium: An Academic's Guide to Quelmar Starcharting]] ====<br /> A book titled the same as those commonly studied in high-schools. This particular artifact had been found within a temple, and had been guarded by a Behir, which is a beast known to slay dragons. It had been inlaid in a podium, and the temple itself had primordial or draconic writing. It may be worth returning to investigate. Upon claiming the book, One member of the company, Kompi, had taken it and opened it. They were found staring at the pages blankly. Kompi seems to have a connection with the Endless after interacting with the artifact.<br /> <br /> Kompi has stated a sensation of &quot;Falling up into the sky, where only the stars are able to catch [them].&quot; Looking into Kompi's eyes after this would cause vertigo, and a general loss of balance. These started out as nightmares, however Kompi has stated that they are closer to dreams now. <br /> <br /> ==== Quill of Aether Fall ====<br /> The Abyssal Quill, also known as the Quill of Aether Fall, is a cursed artifact forged under the influence of The Endless Expanse. This quill appears mundane at first glance, with a sleek obsidian feather serving as its pen and an elegant yet unassuming design. I had initially picked it up to write my own notes, only to realize the true nature of the quill.<br /> <br /> When the user dips the quill into ink and begins to write, the first sensation is deceptively ordinary – the nib glides smoothly onto the paper. However, as the user continues to write, an unnerving phenomenon unfolds. The quill seems to defy the laws of reality, as the act of writing becomes an inexorable descent into an endless abyss.<br /> <br /> As the user moves the quill downward or in any direction, it feels as if they are plummeting into an infinite void rather than making contact with the paper. The sensation of falling becomes so vivid and immersive that the user perceives themselves descending endlessly, detached from the confines of the physical world. During this descent, time seems to stretch and warp, creating an unsettling sense of disconnection from the passage of reality.<br /> <br /> The user remains in this trance-like state, seemingly unmoving, until an external force interrupts the writing process. It is as though the act of using the Abyssal Quill transports the writer into a realm beyond the ordinary, where the boundaries of space and time lose their meaning. According to Nassir, I had been sat in place for only a moment before approaching me, although the dark expanse of ink on my notepad suggests I had been there much longer.<br /> <br /> == '''The Lord of the Beneath''' ==<br /> <br /> * A figure in a tattered cloak covering up a mass of tendrils and worms with a maw of sharp teeth.<br /> <br /> * The strongest physically, according to the former Green Knight.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== Grave Mistakes ====<br /> An Artifact that resembles a tombstone topper, or emblem, that, when placed on any gravestone that is not on consecrated soil, will begin to produce a mass of undead hands, reaching up, trying to pull any living being nearby into the ground. <br /> <br /> This artifact has been untested on ground that is solid, such as concrete or brick.<br /> <br /> == '''The God Ravager''' ==<br /> * A thin and rotting figure with the head of a hairless wolf.<br /> * Seen in a vison as a massive rotting dog feasts upon a strange figure whose body radiates shadows.<br /> * Aka The Jawed God<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Rotting Maw ====<br /> The Rotting Maw artifact manifests as a grotesque mask crafted from withered bone, resembling the snarling visage of the wolf-headed deity. Its hollow eye sockets seem to pulse with an otherworldly decay. When donned, the cursed mask grants its wearer what seems to be an unholy communion with The God Ravager, bestowing upon them a feral strength and a heightened predatory instinct. Those who wear the Rotting Maw find their senses sharpened to an unnatural degree, able to track prey with an almost preternatural precision. The wearer also gains a degree of influence over decay, able to induce slow rot in organic matter at a touch.<br /> <br /> However, the true power of the Rotting Maw lies in its curse–  feeding on the wearer's innermost fears and desires, gradually transforming them into a vessel for decay. Over time, the wearer's physical form begins to mirror the deity's rotting nature. Their flesh withers, and an eerie pallor replaces the natural hue of their skin. The curse whispers promises of power and dominance, tempting the wearer to succumb to the primal instincts of The God Ravager.<br /> <br /> ==== Woe ====<br /> A Cane with thorns growing from the sides. As the wielder inflicts harm upon the world around them, it seems that the spirit within the sword becomes increasingly empowered. Ravager's Bane - Also named Woe, thrives on the brutality and drawn-out suffering caused by its strikes. The more chaotic and destructive the actions of the wielder, the more the weapon responds with amplified power. This cursed weapon rewards users for inflicting prolonged suffering rather than delivering swift, lethal blows. Even non-lethal or weakened blows are met with a peculiar surge of malevolent energy, adding an extra bite to each strike. The cursed nature of the weapon seems to revel in the psychological and physical toll it imposes on both the wielder's victims and the wielder themselves.<br /> <br /> However, the power of Ravager's Bane comes at a cost. The more destruction the wielder causes, the more they become entwined with the malevolent spirit residing within the weapon. Over time, the wielder may find themselves increasingly consumed by a desire for chaos and mayhem. It seems to break free from the item's influence demands a profound act of redemption and self-control, seeing how it consumes the psyche.<br /> <br /> == '''The Mother of the Lost Parade''' ==<br /> * A figure in a heavy cloak with too many arms and hands to count<br /> * Those marked by her demonstrate the abilities to cause madness and deceit<br /> * Her artifacts often relate to music, statues and hands<br /> * aka She of Black Tears, Hundred Hands, Imperious Dream, You Know Not Who You Are<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Self Winding Music Box ====<br /> An ornate music box, adorned with intricate carvings of spectral figures dancing in an eternal procession. The exterior, though beautiful, carries an air of melancholy that hints at the hidden curse. When the lid of the music box is opened and its ethereal melody begins to play, an enchanting aura emanates from within, wrapping those in its vicinity in an ephemeral spell. The haunting tune carries a magical resonance that captivates the senses. The enchantment, although seeming to have no effect at first, is far from benign.<br /> <br /> Upon listening to the melody and failing to resist its enchantment, participants fall into a trance-like state. Their faces become devoid of any expression, and they enter a surreal dance with the unseen specters of The Lost Parade. While in this trance, those affected lose all memory of their time within the spectral procession, leaving them disoriented and disconnected from the experience.<br /> <br /> The eerie nature becomes more pronounced when interacting with the unaffected. Those under the influence of the cursed music box act almost normal, engaging in  an expressionless conversation and continuing almost meaninglessly normal activities while listening. They exhibit a peculiar compulsion to share the melody with others, urging them to listen or winding the music box themselves, as if guided by unseen hands.<br /> <br /> When the magic of Box is detected, a ghostly visage of spectral hands is revealed, seemingly wrapping around the affected individuals. These appendages guide the cursed individuals in their interactions, directing them to share the cursed melody with others in an eternal cycle of entrancement. Breaking free from the curse seems to be as simple as silencing the box, or simply letting the music box finish the melody, and restricting whomever was entranced in order to stop them from further winding it.<br /> <br /> ==== Echoing Parade ====<br /> The Echoing Parade is a cursed relic, manifesting as a necklace adorned with intricately carved hands, each delicately carved in different gestures. Once worn and attuned, the wearer begins to perceive the subtle and haunting whispers of what could be assumed to be The Lost Parade. These whispers weave a spectral connection to the ethereal procession of the lost, offering both guidance and an eerie sense of comfort. Unfortunately, the constant murmurs make it incredibly difficult to focus on one's surroundings.<br /> <br /> As the wearer tunes into the constant murmurs, the whispers prove elusive, requiring a focused and attentive ear to decipher. The voices carry the echo of lost souls, recounting tales of their journeys, regrets, and the ephemeral nature of their existence. Although challenging to discern, those who listen closely may glean cryptic advice or warnings embedded within the spectral conversations.<br /> <br /> The carved hands on the necklace, symbolizing the many arms of The Mother of the Lost Parade, seem to react to the whispers. They subtly shift and twitch in response to the ethereal voices, creating an unsettling yet mesmerizing dance of spectral appendages. The connection to the lost parade granted by the Echoing Parade is a double-edged sword. While the whispers offer potential insights and assistance, they also expose the wearer to the melancholy and sorrow of the departed. The emotional weight of the lost souls' tales can be overwhelming, testing the wearer's resilience and empathy.<br /> <br /> == '''The Great Reclaimer''' ==<br /> * A tall creature made of twisting vines with branch-like horns.<br /> * Seems to focus on the regrowth after death, and leeching of life, and burning the old in order to reclaim the land.<br /> * Lord Bellophim, The Former Green knight, wrote that His sword Oathsbane, which in description resembles the weapon wielded by Nassir, was a gift from a Sepexilium member, the Wild Desolation.<br /> * Aka Wild Desolation.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== Nassir's Axe ====<br /> After fighting a large beast, Nassir had claimed a vine covered axe. This Axe shifted, vines wrapping around Nassirs' arm and forming a bracer. He is able to summon it at will, and is able to deal more damage to his foes by harming himself. Since wearing this artifact, there is a distant fire ever present in the reflection of his eyes. He has stated nightmares, but hasn't spoken of them recently. <br /> <br /> == '''He who Watches Alone''' ==<br /> * A figure with a ram-skull for a head with orange glowing eyes.<br /> * His mark grants scrying and the ability to cause great bloodshed.<br /> * His artifacts often relate to weaponry, violence and being watched.<br /> * Told expeditioners that &quot;the fall of [[Thinwhistle]] was their fault,&quot; due to the company member's choice to focus elsewhere, and that &quot;mortals were a mistake,&quot; only to then turn a civilian who had escaped gnoll imprisonment into little more than a flesh bag.<br /> * He Seems to enjoy watching, and his eyes can be seen with Detect Magic, appearing as bright orange shapes and veins. His influence was seen withing Lord Bellephon's lair.<br /> * Despite watching, he seems to not take action to help or hinder people, only judging others harshly for neglecting to do so.<br /> * In the Green Knights Notes, He refers to the Ramskull being as the most outgoing of the Sepexilium, but that it is not their leader and far from the strongest. <br /> * aka The Warmonger, The Horned Reaver, The Weaver of Strife, &quot;Ramskull Ancient&quot;<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Sable Shroud ====<br /> The Sable Shroud is a cursed artifact that takes the form of a tattered and ancient cloak, its fabric seemingly woven from the shadows of forgotten realms.<br /> <br /> Those who come into possession of the Sable Shroud find themselves drawn into an oppressive veil of darkness that shrouds their existence. When worn, the cursed cloak imbues its bearer with the ability to move unseen through the shadows, becoming a master of stealth. However, this newfound power comes at a cost– As the wearer dons the Sable Shroud, disdain for humanity seeps into the cursed individual's mind, twisting their thoughts and emotions. As the wearer becomes increasingly isolated from others, haunted by a pervasive loneliness that echoes the deity's belief in the inherent flaw of human existence.<br /> <br /> The Sable Shroud's curse extends beyond the psychological realm. The shadows that grant the wearer invisibility become a double-edged sword. The darkness begins to consume the cursed individual, gradually eroding their physical form. The more the cloak is used, the more the user's body becomes ethereal and translucent. This effect only seems to occur when the cloak is worn, and continues its progress once put back on. It gets gradually more difficult to remove, as the effect progresses. It can be assumed that once the individual fades, all that remains is the cloak. I will not be testing that theory, as I’ve personally already gotten to the point of no longer having my forearm while wearing it. I have worn it for about an hour to get to this point.<br /> <br /> == Artifacts Displaced (Unknown Origin) ==<br /> The following are artifacts that have been encountered, but do not have enough details to reasonably place within the sections above. There seem to be similarities to the ones above,<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The Mask of the Flayed One - That steals people’s skin (Potentially?) Reportedly, Members had to kill an innocent soul to get a cursed mask. Likely the God Ravager. <br /> <br /> A Cursed Gravestone- Possibly Cursed Coffin. Reported to have trapped Members within a coffin underground. Possibly 'Grave Mistakes' being used on Solid ground. The Lord Beneath.<br /> <br /> The Portrait of the Muse - Not Enough Details Gathered. Allegedly has a banshee inside of it.<br /> <br /> A Giant Mannequin Spider - its minions came out of the dark- said minions are taking the form of the parties greatest fears. (Turns other people into mannequins?) The Lost Parade.<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=The_Seven&diff=27597 2024-01-28T05:15:07Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>Also known as the Sepexilium (elvish for &quot;the seven banished&quot;), this group of mysterious beings comprises seven individuals, each having the ability to &quot;mark&quot; people, conferring strange abilities. As Far as we know, these are ancient beings that may predate gods to some degree. They have been depicted in visions as being those responsible of growing the jungles of Amusa, working together to some degree in order to hide themselves within the wilds.<br /> <br /> Members of the [[Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company]] learned about them during their time in Amusa in 893 PR. [[Lord Bellephon]] referenced the The Seven as his true patrons and the true embodiment of the wilds. Information from [[The Collector]] linked them to the gnolls and fungus demons against which the company had been fighting, and depictions of them have been seen within structures used by the gnolls. Lord Bellephon had notes that the Collector seemed to be collecting artifacts with specific ties to the Sepexilium.<br /> <br /> <br /> What little is known about the individual members of the group was largely gathered by [[Marion Ette]]. The Following notes will be sorted by ancient, and include known artifacts associated with those ancients:<br /> <br /> == '''The Twilight Phoenix''' ==<br /> * A figure in a cloak of feathers wearing a blank mask standing within a flaming pyre.<br /> * [[The Collector]]'s assistant, Marion, has had visions of her after being exposed to her artifacts.<br /> * Seemingly A figure of desolation. Marion has had many dreams of this figure, and at one point had been able to speak to them briefly. Stated &quot;No one has ever protected us before...&quot; during communication.<br /> * Had reached out using a burning body hanging from a noose, to Marion. Upon touching her, Marion had horrible visions.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Veiled Ember ====<br /> The Veiled Ember is an artifact that takes the form of a small amber amulet, is encrusted with the masked figure and dark feathers and emanates a constant aura of desolation and fire. Upon close inspection, the blank mask on the amulet seems to shift, revealing different expressions of agony and despair. Those who dare to wear the amulet find themselves gradually consumed by an unquenchable internal fire, their bodies writhing in unseen flames that leave them perpetually scorched but never consumed.<br /> <br /> The cursed artifact feeds off the despair of its wearer, manifesting visions of an endless desolate landscape engulfed in eternal twilight. As the flames within the amulet intensify, so does the desolation within the afflicted person's soul. Donning this made my mark burn, and I am unsure what the upside of this particular item is, if there is one.<br /> <br /> ==== Ember’s Embrace ====<br /> Ember's Embrace is a cursed relic, housing the primordial bones of an avian creature. I had first believed it to be The Lord Beneath, as their continued depictions of confined spaces, or possibly the Endless Expanse, due to the avian nature. Encased within a sealed granite box, the artifact emanates an aura of warmth and foreboding. Even without opening the box, when alone, the room undergoes a transformation, enveloping the unfortunate observer in a trial of fire.<br /> <br /> A palpable heat begins to permeate the room, and the  mark on my shoulder, a brand from previous interactions with another relic belonging to the Twilight Phoenix, intensifies in warmth. Glowing orange light seeps through the cracks in the granite, heralding the imminent arrival of her  fire.<br /> <br /> Simultaneously, the stone walls of the room catch with an otherworldly black fire, a blaze that devours light rather than illuminating the surroundings. I was drawn into the center of the room as the oppressive heat surrounds me, intensifying to a degree that threatens to consume flesh and bone alike.<br /> <br /> Only lasting a minute, though feeling like seconds, In the pivotal moment before the flames can inflict irreversible harm, the Collector opens the door. The flames vanish as swiftly as they appeared, leaving me unscathed by the intense experience. Ember's Embrace, in its cursed nature, presents a paradoxical trial—threatening annihilation and offering salvation in the same breath. The Collector stated that his previous assistant had opened the box, and in doing so, they had been reduced to ash.<br /> <br /> Perhaps the Ember's Embrace suggests that the relic is a vessel for The Twilight Phoenix's power, or a test of endurance that challenges the observer's resilience and ability to withstand the destructive forces of the deity. Either way, this trial is bringing me closer to learning about the Seven.<br /> <br /> == '''The Endless Expanse''' ==<br /> * A muscular monk-like figure with a featureless face whose visage gives the viewer vertigo. <br /> * Kompi had been seen in one of Marions visions, where it was noted: &quot;A small white kobold, resting in the palm of something incomprehensibly large.&quot;<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== [[A Cosmos Compendium: An Academic's Guide to Quelmar Starcharting]] ====<br /> A book titled the same as those commonly studied in high-schools. This particular artifact had been found within a temple, and had been guarded by a Behir, which is a beast known to slay dragons. It had been inlaid in a podium, and the temple itself had primordial or draconic writing. It may be worth returning to investigate. Upon claiming the book, One member of the company, Kompi, had taken it and opened it. They were found staring at the pages blankly. Kompi seems to have a connection with the Endless after interacting with the artifact.<br /> <br /> Kompi has stated a sensation of &quot;Falling up into the sky, where only the stars are able to catch [them].&quot; Looking into Kompi's eyes after this would cause vertigo, and a general loss of balance. These started out as nightmares, however Kompi has stated that they are closer to dreams now. <br /> <br /> ==== Quill of Aether Fall ====<br /> The Abyssal Quill, also known as the Quill of Aether Fall, is a cursed artifact forged under the influence of The Endless Expanse. This quill appears mundane at first glance, with a sleek obsidian feather serving as its pen and an elegant yet unassuming design. I had initially picked it up to write my own notes, only to realize the true nature of the quill.<br /> <br /> When the user dips the quill into ink and begins to write, the first sensation is deceptively ordinary – the nib glides smoothly onto the paper. However, as the user continues to write, an unnerving phenomenon unfolds. The quill seems to defy the laws of reality, as the act of writing becomes an inexorable descent into an endless abyss.<br /> <br /> As the user moves the quill downward or in any direction, it feels as if they are plummeting into an infinite void rather than making contact with the paper. The sensation of falling becomes so vivid and immersive that the user perceives themselves descending endlessly, detached from the confines of the physical world. During this descent, time seems to stretch and warp, creating an unsettling sense of disconnection from the passage of reality.<br /> <br /> The user remains in this trance-like state, seemingly unmoving, until an external force interrupts the writing process. It is as though the act of using the Abyssal Quill transports the writer into a realm beyond the ordinary, where the boundaries of space and time lose their meaning. According to Nassir, I had been sat in place for only a moment before approaching me, although the dark expanse of ink on my notepad suggests I had been there much longer.<br /> <br /> == '''The Lord of the Beneath''' ==<br /> <br /> * A figure in a tattered cloak covering up a mass of tendrils and worms with a maw of sharp teeth.<br /> <br /> * The strongest physically, according to the former Green Knight.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== Grave Mistakes ====<br /> An Artifact that resembles a tombstone topper, or emblem, that, when placed on any gravestone that is not on consecrated soil, will begin to produce a mass of undead hands, reaching up, trying to pull any living being nearby into the ground. <br /> <br /> This artifact has been untested on ground that is solid, such as concrete or brick.<br /> <br /> == '''The God Ravager''' ==<br /> * A thin and rotting figure with the head of a hairless wolf.<br /> * Seen in a vison as a massive rotting dog feasts upon a strange figure whose body radiates shadows.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Rotting Maw ====<br /> The Rotting Maw artifact manifests as a grotesque mask crafted from withered bone, resembling the snarling visage of the wolf-headed deity. Its hollow eye sockets seem to pulse with an otherworldly decay. When donned, the cursed mask grants its wearer what seems to be an unholy communion with The God Ravager, bestowing upon them a feral strength and a heightened predatory instinct. Those who wear the Rotting Maw find their senses sharpened to an unnatural degree, able to track prey with an almost preternatural precision. The wearer also gains a degree of influence over decay, able to induce slow rot in organic matter at a touch.<br /> <br /> However, the true power of the Rotting Maw lies in its curse–  feeding on the wearer's innermost fears and desires, gradually transforming them into a vessel for decay. Over time, the wearer's physical form begins to mirror the deity's rotting nature. Their flesh withers, and an eerie pallor replaces the natural hue of their skin. The curse whispers promises of power and dominance, tempting the wearer to succumb to the primal instincts of The God Ravager.<br /> <br /> ==== Woe ====<br /> A Cane with thorns growing from the sides. As the wielder inflicts harm upon the world around them, it seems that the spirit within the sword becomes increasingly empowered. Ravager's Bane - Also named Woe, thrives on the brutality and drawn-out suffering caused by its strikes. The more chaotic and destructive the actions of the wielder, the more the weapon responds with amplified power. This cursed weapon rewards users for inflicting prolonged suffering rather than delivering swift, lethal blows. Even non-lethal or weakened blows are met with a peculiar surge of malevolent energy, adding an extra bite to each strike. The cursed nature of the weapon seems to revel in the psychological and physical toll it imposes on both the wielder's victims and the wielder themselves.<br /> <br /> However, the power of Ravager's Bane comes at a cost. The more destruction the wielder causes, the more they become entwined with the malevolent spirit residing within the weapon. Over time, the wielder may find themselves increasingly consumed by a desire for chaos and mayhem. It seems to break free from the item's influence demands a profound act of redemption and self-control, seeing how it consumes the psyche.<br /> <br /> == '''The Mother of the Lost Parade''' ==<br /> * A figure in a heavy cloak with too many arms and hands to count<br /> * Those marked by her demonstrate the abilities to cause madness and deceit<br /> * Her artifacts often relate to music, statues and hands<br /> * aka She of Black Tears, Hundred Hands, Imperious Dream, You Know Not Who You Are<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Self Winding Music Box ====<br /> An ornate music box, adorned with intricate carvings of spectral figures dancing in an eternal procession. The exterior, though beautiful, carries an air of melancholy that hints at the hidden curse. When the lid of the music box is opened and its ethereal melody begins to play, an enchanting aura emanates from within, wrapping those in its vicinity in an ephemeral spell. The haunting tune carries a magical resonance that captivates the senses. The enchantment, although seeming to have no effect at first, is far from benign.<br /> <br /> Upon listening to the melody and failing to resist its enchantment, participants fall into a trance-like state. Their faces become devoid of any expression, and they enter a surreal dance with the unseen specters of The Lost Parade. While in this trance, those affected lose all memory of their time within the spectral procession, leaving them disoriented and disconnected from the experience.<br /> <br /> The eerie nature becomes more pronounced when interacting with the unaffected. Those under the influence of the cursed music box act almost normal, engaging in  an expressionless conversation and continuing almost meaninglessly normal activities while listening. They exhibit a peculiar compulsion to share the melody with others, urging them to listen or winding the music box themselves, as if guided by unseen hands.<br /> <br /> When the magic of Box is detected, a ghostly visage of spectral hands is revealed, seemingly wrapping around the affected individuals. These appendages guide the cursed individuals in their interactions, directing them to share the cursed melody with others in an eternal cycle of entrancement. Breaking free from the curse seems to be as simple as silencing the box, or simply letting the music box finish the melody, and restricting whomever was entranced in order to stop them from further winding it.<br /> <br /> ==== Echoing Parade ====<br /> The Echoing Parade is a cursed relic, manifesting as a necklace adorned with intricately carved hands, each delicately carved in different gestures. Once worn and attuned, the wearer begins to perceive the subtle and haunting whispers of what could be assumed to be The Lost Parade. These whispers weave a spectral connection to the ethereal procession of the lost, offering both guidance and an eerie sense of comfort. Unfortunately, the constant murmurs make it incredibly difficult to focus on one's surroundings.<br /> <br /> As the wearer tunes into the constant murmurs, the whispers prove elusive, requiring a focused and attentive ear to decipher. The voices carry the echo of lost souls, recounting tales of their journeys, regrets, and the ephemeral nature of their existence. Although challenging to discern, those who listen closely may glean cryptic advice or warnings embedded within the spectral conversations.<br /> <br /> The carved hands on the necklace, symbolizing the many arms of The Mother of the Lost Parade, seem to react to the whispers. They subtly shift and twitch in response to the ethereal voices, creating an unsettling yet mesmerizing dance of spectral appendages. The connection to the lost parade granted by the Echoing Parade is a double-edged sword. While the whispers offer potential insights and assistance, they also expose the wearer to the melancholy and sorrow of the departed. The emotional weight of the lost souls' tales can be overwhelming, testing the wearer's resilience and empathy.<br /> <br /> == '''The Great Reclaimer''' ==<br /> * A tall creature made of twisting vines with branch-like horns.<br /> * Seems to focus on the regrowth after death, and leeching of life, and burning the old in order to reclaim the land.<br /> * Lord Bellophim, The Former Green knight, wrote that His sword Oathsbane, which in description resembles the weapon wielded by Nassir, was a gift from a Sepexilium member, the Wild Desolation.<br /> * Aka Wild Desolation.<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== Nassir's Axe ====<br /> After fighting a large beast, Nassir had claimed a vine covered axe. This Axe shifted, vines wrapping around Nassirs' arm and forming a bracer. He is able to summon it at will, and is able to deal more damage to his foes by harming himself. Since wearing this artifact, there is a distant fire ever present in the reflection of his eyes. He has stated nightmares, but hasn't spoken of them recently. <br /> <br /> == '''He who Watches Alone''' ==<br /> * A figure with a ram-skull for a head with orange glowing eyes.<br /> * His mark grants scrying and the ability to cause great bloodshed.<br /> * His artifacts often relate to weaponry, violence and being watched.<br /> * Told expeditioners that &quot;the fall of [[Thinwhistle]] was their fault,&quot; due to the company member's choice to focus elsewhere, and that &quot;mortals were a mistake,&quot; only to then turn a civilian who had escaped gnoll imprisonment into little more than a flesh bag.<br /> * He Seems to enjoy watching, and his eyes can be seen with Detect Magic, appearing as bright orange shapes and veins. His influence was seen withing Lord Bellephon's lair.<br /> * Despite watching, he seems to not take action to help or hinder people, only judging others harshly for neglecting to do so.<br /> * In the Green Knights Notes, He refers to the Ramskull being as the most outgoing of the Sepexilium, but that it is not their leader and far from the strongest. <br /> * aka The Warmonger, The Horned Reaver, The Weaver of Strife, &quot;Ramskull Ancient&quot;<br /> <br /> === Artifacts Associated: ===<br /> <br /> ==== The Sable Shroud ====<br /> The Sable Shroud is a cursed artifact that takes the form of a tattered and ancient cloak, its fabric seemingly woven from the shadows of forgotten realms.<br /> <br /> Those who come into possession of the Sable Shroud find themselves drawn into an oppressive veil of darkness that shrouds their existence. When worn, the cursed cloak imbues its bearer with the ability to move unseen through the shadows, becoming a master of stealth. However, this newfound power comes at a cost– As the wearer dons the Sable Shroud, disdain for humanity seeps into the cursed individual's mind, twisting their thoughts and emotions. As the wearer becomes increasingly isolated from others, haunted by a pervasive loneliness that echoes the deity's belief in the inherent flaw of human existence.<br /> <br /> The Sable Shroud's curse extends beyond the psychological realm. The shadows that grant the wearer invisibility become a double-edged sword. The darkness begins to consume the cursed individual, gradually eroding their physical form. The more the cloak is used, the more the user's body becomes ethereal and translucent. This effect only seems to occur when the cloak is worn, and continues its progress once put back on. It gets gradually more difficult to remove, as the effect progresses. It can be assumed that once the individual fades, all that remains is the cloak. I will not be testing that theory, as I’ve personally already gotten to the point of no longer having my forearm while wearing it. I have worn it for about an hour to get to this point.<br /> <br /> == Artifacts Displaced (Unknown Origin) ==<br /> The following are artifacts that have been encountered, but do not have enough details to reasonably place within the sections above. There seem to be similarities to the ones above,<br /> <br /> <br /> A Magic Mask - That steals people’s skin (Potentially?) Reportedly, Members had to kill an innocent soul to get a cursed mask. Likely the God Ravager. <br /> <br /> A Cursed Gravestone- Possibly Cursed Coffin. Reported to have trapped Members within a coffin underground. Possibly 'Grave Mistakes' being used on Solid ground. The Lord Beneath.<br /> <br /> A Living Portrait - Not Enough Details Gathered.<br /> <br /> A Giant Mannequin Spider - its minions came out of the dark- said minions are taking the form of the parties greatest fears. (Turns other people into mannequins?) The Lost Parade.<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=26261 2024-01-12T21:47:51Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Worldbuilders}} &lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> == Besha's Visions (Downtime Summaries!) ==<br /> '''May:'''<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> A quiet breeze blows past you sending a slight chill down your spine...<br /> <br /> &quot;Hello.......&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah- Besha? I... made this Altar... I know the others are also making Altars for other gods... but you should have your own.&quot; She swallows, eyes closing.<br /> <br /> &quot;You did good, very good. I see you are making a lot of new friends, I have made yourself acquaintance to a few of them at this point. Paris really is nice isn't she... How would you gauge your luck as of late?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well... not the best. So long as those who go against my friends and I face worse fates, though... I can't complain.&quot; Her shoulders relax.<br /> <br /> &quot;Its the ebb and flow of fate. Luck is the waves we face on the open sea. Sometimes the waves push you landward, and sometimes they pull you to the bottom of the depths... I hear you have gotten into, 'medication'?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;...we... were gifted something to help ward nightmares.&quot; She frowns slightly.<br /> <br /> “Have you been avoiding the dreams I have been sending you?”<br /> <br /> She swallows, fingers tapping against eachother softly. &quot;If... you ask, I...I'll stop taking the drops. I... thought perhaps you chose to allow me to rest easy, with the hardships around camp.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Harships build character. But your right, maybe I could let up on the dreams just a little. But they are important, so please do your best to remember them...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Would you like a gift?&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion slowly nods, relaxing a bit. &quot;I will.. and I would. If you're kind enough to offer, I wouldn't dare refuse.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I will need you to do some things for me first though, alright? All of these things you should be able to find at camp. First, you must walk under a ladder, then, you must open an umbrella in an interior space, then you must get a black cat to cross your path, if you cant find a black one a normal cat will do just fine, and then you must bring back a mirror.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah-y... yes, I can... Ill do my best- But... where would I find an umbrella? Or a mirror... just any mirror?&quot;<br /> <br /> “Ask about, all of these items can be found in camp.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Besha.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Come back when you get the mirror and I can give you your gift.&quot;<br /> <br /> “One task down, three to go…”<br /> <br /> “Two tasks down, two to go…”<br /> <br /> Marion swallows, and with a heavy sigh, they sit before the altar and places the Mirror onto it. &quot;Alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> “You have done so well, I am so proud of you! Now for the final task before I can give you your gift. You need to break the mirror”<br /> <br /> She hesitates for a moment, eyes flicking over a few of the items that are on the altar, before, with a sigh, simply picking the mirror up and hitting the glass against the edge of part of the structure. She flinches as mirrored glass shatters.<br /> <br /> You watch as the glass shards hit the floor before they melt into a strange reflective liquid that moves and colossuses on the altar. The liquid forms into the shape of a silver bowl, solidifying, before filling with a strange bubbling pale liquid.<br /> <br /> “There is only so much I can do from my domain, but if enough bad luck is acquired I can expand my capabilities to give gifts to those I choose. And don’t worry about any of the bad luck falling onto you, I have diverted it to someone else in this world. If you wish, you may drink this liquid to induce a divine vision to give insight into the past and future.”<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah... Th-Thank you. um...is it hot?&quot; She asks softly, holding a hand over the bubbling liquid, as though testing to make sure it won't burn her tongue when she drinks it.<br /> <br /> As you put your hand over it, it actually feels oddly cool.<br /> <br /> Marion carefully lifts the bowl, tipping it slowly and taking a sip.<br /> <br /> As you drink the liquid, it taste, sweet? Like milk and vanilla. But as you swallow it down, that sweet flavor is followed by a bitter after taste. But then, nothing. You wait for a minute expecting something to happen, but, things are still. When you start to think you must have been duped is when the walls start to melt. Flashing colors dart about as you hear a cacophony of voices, causing you to stumble back and fall back onto the floor, and then through the floor. You land softly is a large field of yellow grasses. Up above you hanging in the sky is the Sun, yellow and massive its light beating down oppressively on you. In the near distance you spot seven figures silhouetted in the light, a light shadow covering them, almost hiding them from the sun. Together they raise their arms and you watch as a jungle grows around them. You are then wretched somewhere new, into the center of a battle. Dragonborn fight bravely against paladins and cleric crusaders in brutal combat as woman and children dragonkind flee for their lives. You spot another figure fighting alongside the dragonborn though as well. A tall knight in dirty plate armor with a green cloak and a helmet sporting a set of large antlers. You then feel yourself falling, falling up into the deep starry night. Amongst the stars you can almost swear you spot a small white kobold in the palm of a being so large it is incomprehensible.<br /> <br /> You blink and see yourself in a barren expanse where a massive rotting dog feasts upon a strange figure whose body radiates shadow before you find yourself standing In Front on a large imposing mountain from which the top billows white smoke. You spot some figures approach the mountain, and while you can not see their faces, you understand that they are friends, people you know. you then look on in horror as a massive mouth of teeth and fleshy tendrils opens in the face of the mountain and devours them whole. The last thing you hear before you wake up is in a deep gravely voice, &quot;Praise, rejoice, and be glad. the king is dead, long live the king.&quot; You then wake up, finding yourself standing in the middle of the woods. Looking down at your hands you find them coated in a strange dark liquid. Looking up at the sun you surmise that you must have been in your trance for at least an hour or two.<br /> <br /> You easily enough find your way back to camp.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> TLDR: Making an Altar for Besha - Completes a series of tasks and is gifted visions of the seven, the Green Knight, and more.<br /> <br /> '''June:'''<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> (Traveling with Lambda and meeting Lorrie- Marion had an encounter with a burning corpse.)<br /> <br /> <br /> You both enter the archway and descend into the structure. After many minutes of walking through ruined tunnels you come across a large open room, exiting through a secret door behind a gold sarcophagus into a massive dark space full of humanoid stone statues.<br /> <br /> Lambda: He pans his optics around, staying in medium-alert<br /> <br /> In the center of the room you find the skeletal remains of a Medusa like creature. Around the room are carvings of large dragons. One is of a large orange dragon on a hoard of food, one is of an old dragon beneath a smoking mountain, and one appears to have been defaced. Above you both is a massive statue of a two headed dragon, one blue one black. Each hold a crystal in their mouth, but only the crystal in the mouth of the blue head is glowing.<br /> <br /> Around the open sarcophagus you find expired runes and carvings of seven figures.<br /> <br /> You also find some paper carving charcoal rubbings, hunting that whoever made them is deeper in the structure.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): Marion will carefully pick up the paper, as well as cast Comprehend Languages, in attempt to decipher the runes, if able.<br /> <br /> The runes are a mix of draconic and primordial and we’re sealing runes, intended to have locked whatever was in the sarcophagus in. It appears someone on the outside broke them.<br /> <br /> Lambda: He looks over the body, seeming to think of the creature’s abilities<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): Marion will relay the types of runes, before passing the paper to Lambda. &quot;You should hold onto this. We can go deeper- Lorrie or someone probably is in there.&quot; She states, before casting light  on her staff, incase it gets darker deeper into the ruins.<br /> <br /> Lambda: opens his chest and puts the paper within the compartment. He unholsters his blaster, and slips into the opening. Keep alert.<br /> <br /> You continue to move forward and enter into the large circular space you had viewed from above, the massive hole. The room has 5 statues of chromatic dragons and most of the other tunnels leading off it have collapsed. You see one tunnel though where it seems the rubble has been removed.<br /> <br /> Lambda: They’ve made more progress than I expected.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Thats a good thing... just keep note of what we see. Stay close.&quot; She speaks softly, continuing to follow the opened path.<br /> <br /> Lambda: It does mean they haven’t hit any traps. Yet.<br /> <br /> He continues his cautious advance<br /> <br /> You both continue down this tunnel and eventual enter a new space with seven large statues, their features lost, worn away by the ages of time. Marion you step forward and feel the stone slab under your foot sink into the ground.<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Look out!” You are suddenly tackled away by a small Halfling woman as one of the statues collapses on the spot you were standing.<br /> <br /> Lambda: Dives forward instinctively, before standing and turning towards the shattered statue. Marianne!<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): Marion blinks as a small being runs into her, eyes wide as she looks at the statue. &quot;Shoot- I'm  so sorry- I didnt mean to break anything-&quot;<br /> <br /> Lambda: The bot walks cautiously to where he can see the tiefling and the halfling.<br /> <br /> Are either of you harmed?<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Whoo, that was close. Hello there, names Lorrie, Lorrie Haslo.” She stands up and dusts herself off before catching Lambda’s eyes. “Oh, Lambda, hey…”<br /> <br /> Lambda: He holsters his blaster and extends both of his hands. Hello Lorrie. <br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: For a quick moment you see she chokes back tears before returning to professional mode. “Uh, hey, uh. What are you both doing here?” You see behind her investigating the room are other members of her company as well.<br /> <br /> Lambda: His eyes turn a soft yellow. We came to talk to you, and I came for this. As he pulls the two out of the rubble, he scoops Lorrie into a warm hug<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Its nice to finally meet you, miss Haslo. My name is Marion. I'm...technically working with Lambda, for the Tempest Brothers. He's told me a lot about you.&quot; Marion stands, bushing her clothes free of debris and dust.<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: For a second she is frozen in suprise before slowing putting her arms around Lambda. “I… I am glad you are ok.”<br /> <br /> “It’s nice to get to meet one of Lambda’s new friends.”<br /> <br /> Lambda: I’ve had my close calls. Tends to happen when you continue to take the hits for everyone else. Do you wish to continue your work here, or shall we talk at the surface?<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “That was the last trap in this region, we should be good to talk here.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Miss Haslo, I cast a spell that allows me to understand languages a bit easier- if your team needs any help, before it wears off, I'd be happy to assist.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Oh uh yeah, Frank in the back could use some help, there are some rooms we are still investigating.”<br /> I’ve had my close calls. Tends to happen when you continue to take the hits for everyone else. Do you wish to continue your work here, or shall we talk at the surface?<br /> “I like the green…”<br /> <br /> Lambda: Good to know you’ve cleared everything. Of course you know I’m not exactly one for linguistics, or delicacy. Do you need any help?<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;You two should catch up.&quot; Marion smiles, ducking her head before going to assist Frank.<br /> <br /> Lambda: Thank you. It was Marianne here that added the paint.<br /> <br /> Marion goes to see Frank who is this medium height half orc roguish type. “Hello newcomer. Would have been quite awful to see you get crushed.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;I'm sturdier than I look, thankfully. It wouldn't be the first time i was nearly crushed to death.&quot; She chuckles softly, smiling. &quot;Not many people can say they've been stepped on by elementally and magical altered Dinosaurs, though.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion, you follow Frank behind one of the statues down a passageway into a strange room. In its center hanging from a noose is a body on fire, burned and blackened, the rope itself is seemingly untouched but the fire does not seem to cease. “You’re a magic user, got any idea what this is? It was burning when we got here the other day and has yet to stop.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;I... don't deal with fire magic.&quot; she would stand for a moment, staring up at the form, before beginning to approach the figure. &quot;It feels disrespectful to keep them there, though. Would your crew be opposed to me cutting them down?&quot;<br /> <br /> Frank: “You know more then I do. Take it away.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Thats a broad statement.&quot; She pulls off her jacket and folds it onto the floor, before pulling out her scimitar.  She carefully reaches up,  one arm prepared to catch the flaming body when it does fall, and the other pressing the blade against the rope.<br /> <br /> (Marion is 100% planning on catching a burning corpse and laying it down to take the noose off.)<br /> <br /> As you press the blade into the rope it snaps, the body falling, and landing on its feet.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin)឵: Marion swallows, watching it for a moment. &quot;Nifty- alright, lets get this off you and put your body to rest-&quot; she winces slightly from the heat, shifting the blade to cut the rope from around its neck. &quot;My buddy Lambda is Really good at digging graves-&quot;<br /> The body takes a step towards you…<br /> And you feel the mark on your back begin to burn.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin)឵: Marion swallows, taking a step back. &quot;Hey- Frank, think maybe you should get someone else in here?&quot; She laughs nervously, still holding the scimitar up.<br /> The charred figure lunges at you still wreathed in roiling fire. &quot;Help me!&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin)឵: Marion blinks, eyes  widening as she stumbles back. Her fingers begin to glow. &quot;I- I don't know how-! Just tell me and I'll try- I... can make it stop hurting-&quot;<br /> <br /> The figure grabs your hand and your mind is filled with images of flames and suffering, of burning buildings with children screaming for their parents, of homes going up in flames, of family members being burned at the stake, and one of a red feather falling into the fire, turning black.<br /> <br /> The figure then crumpled to ash.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): Marion blinks, staring at where the figure once was.  Slowly, she pushes herself up, frowning. &quot;You'll rest easy... I promise.&quot; She  looks over her shoulder, walking past Frank, and towards Lambda and Lorrie.<br /> after a bit of talk with the others, Marion returns to the two. &quot;So- if I may... Lorrie, can... you tell me about some of the artifacts your crew may have found?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: &quot;Oh yes. Well you know about the statue. There were these strange animal pelts that, uh, that's a story for a different day. There was a tome titled &quot;The Coming of the Kalishties that seemed to be written in blood. There was an odd bell that seemed to make no sound when rung but instead, uh, uh, yeah.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Did you not...find anything out about the flaming body?&quot; She swallows, giving a nervous bur curious smile.<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “No it’s should still be hanging back there, did Frank show it to you? It’s quite strange.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;It might be a bit too late for more studies on that now... I um... it may have burnt to ash after talking to me. We've come up with some research on other Items the Collector has been interested in, and....our two groups would definitely work better together, than separately, I think. You would be invaluable, especially since both of our groups have already been acquainted with the Collector. I'd be happy to tell you about the artifacts we've found.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Oh yeah, what have you all encountered?”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Many, Many things... the artifacts seem to have entities that cling to them, and tie themselves to those who interact with them in certain ways. The Collector seems to be aware of this, but won't give us details, and...we even have some of the artifacts stored away.  People who are claimed by these entities....tend to be plagued by nightmares.&quot; She doesn't go into detail, smiling softly. &quot;I...hope you can understand, but...You coming to stay with us, even while working for the Collector, would be mutually beneficial. And...it means Lambda won't have a reason to keep missing you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: &quot;Maybe I will try to come by more, now and again, but I dont think staying with you all will work. I think today might have been the final nail in the coffin for something i had been holding onto for a long time.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Oh? What would that be?&quot; Marion blinks, tilting her head. Absent-mindedly, she rubs her shoulder, partially trying to sooth the way the mark had been burning previously.<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: &quot;Nothing, an old dream. It was nice getting to see you Marion, and Lambda.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Don't let your dreams deceive you. As long as its yours, and not imposed by someone else- thats all one can hope for.... When you get the chance, We'd love to share notes, and show you what we've...collected. and... if you find anything out about the Daughter of the Setting Sun, or...anything Phoenix related... i would like to know.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Yeah.”<br /> <br /> Lambda: He seems to lose a bit of his enthusiasm or excitement with this statement. Not really making eye contact as directly as he had So…what now? Is this a farewell for the time being?<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Another four day trek, I suppose.&quot; She laughs softly. &quot;Can... we maybe stay for a few days? Let you two properly catch up-?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lambda: I would….like that. If it is acceptable to Lorrie…<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: &quot;You are both more then welcome.&quot;<br /> <br /> '''Afterwards:'''<br /> <br /> Here is what you each learn over the next few days:<br /> <br /> <br /> The iconography of seven figures permeates the temple<br /> <br /> The seven figures seemed to have been a part in sealing whatever was in the golden sarcophagus before it was opened<br /> <br /> Depictions of the figures seem to have held a different reverence in this temple then the reverence held to Kavanmort or Tiamat<br /> <br /> Some of these depictions still have detail. One figure appears to wear a cloak covering many tentacles, one has goat-like horns, and one has a maw of sharp teeth.<br /> <br /> More bodies are discovered with strange afflictions. These include a body that seems to have been killed by vines growing from inside its body. Another seems to have its mouth unnaturally agape by about a foot with black tear stains from its eyeless sockets. Both of these bodies seemed to have been preserved but quickly fall apart when interacted with.<br /> <br /> Some unknown force sunk this temple into the ground.<br /> <br /> <br /> ''As the dreams persist, the firs burn away. all that remains are endless fields of darkened soul. The figure still in silhouette sits, seemingly molding small shapes out of the clay like earth. She asks you a question:''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What are you fighting for?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What are you fighting for?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What are you fighting for?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What are you fighting for?&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion would be. generally frightened. She doesn't know what shes fighting for- after a bit, she would find an answer shes happy with. &quot;I'm fighting for them. Everyone I travel with is simply looking for a new life...They deserve to find that. I...Think we all deserve to have someone fight for us.&quot;  After speaking, she would slowly approach the figure, eyebrows furrowed. &quot;May I sit with you?&quot; <br /> <br /> As you begin to approach, it almost feels as if you are moving through molasses. But as you do get closer you see what the figure is molding out of clay, a small figurine, that looks a lot like you. &quot;To have someone to fight for us...&quot; You wake up. Subsequent dreams are back to normal, those sent by Beshaba. Your mark over the next few days cools, but warms up randomly before again cooling. Even though your dreams are back to normal though, you still catch glimpses of that figure, and every so often, your dreams once again end in fire.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> TLDR: Very Long. First half involves traveling with Lambda to the ruins from one of the first sessions in order to find Lorrie Haslo. Depictions of the Pumpkin dragon as well as other dragons are visible. Marion Speaks to a burning corpse, and Dreams given to her by The Phoenix persist.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''July:'''<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Why hello again my dear Marion Ette. Its been a while since you came to me to talk...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes- It has... I've been trying to.... keep everyone safe as I can. Mr. Stacy has been more active, and...I suppose I'm looking for answers of what to do.&quot; She sighs, closing her eyes as she kneels before her altar.<br /> <br /> &quot;Mr Stacy... I always liked that one. My dear Marion Ette, we both know I cant give you answers, its just not m domain. But what I can give you is a chance, a roll of the dice, a flip of the coin. You want to keep people safe Your friends safe? I can maybe work something out.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Thats an interesting new tattoo you got there. Are you cheating on my with another diety?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It wasn't of my choice, to be fair... but it seems this Phoenix character has taken a liking to infiltrating some of my dreams. I was hoping you knew about them...How cautious I should be with them, seeing how they've decided to brand me as theirs.&quot; She chuckles weakly.<br /> <br /> &quot;It is just my luck to be between two gods, I suppose.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her tone of voice gets grim. &quot;Phoenix.... what do you mean? What phoenix?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;A statuette... There was an explosion that nearly wiped the camp, and... She was in the blaze. She branded me, and... had been in my dreams for the longest time. She still is. The daughter of the Setting Sun... She's....I believe she also came to be in the form of an animated body hanging from a noose, who gave me....some pretty terrible visions.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I...Was hoping you'd know of her. She...seems to believe I'm working to help them in their goals, in...some way of odd miscommunication.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Avoid them at all costs. Blot them out of you mind and strike their name from your tongue. Do not speak of them, do not think of them. For your saftey and others...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I... Yes, Besha. Can...You tell me why? Who they are-?&quot; She swallows, looking up. &quot;Nassir, He...He also has one of their artifacts, and...Kompi only ever speaks of falling into the void-beast whenever I ask of dreams.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her voice turns from grim to worry. &quot;I can't say much. They will know. Sometimes things that want to stay hidden should be allowed to stay hidden....&quot;<br /> <br /> Then the connection cuts off.<br /> <br /> One note mechanically that Marion would understand and that Beshaba alluded to is that if Marion spends another month of religious practice as her downtime she can receive a permanent boon from Beshaba. <br /> <br /> &quot;But she's in my dreams-&quot; Marion starts, before quieting. &quot;How am I suppose to avoid sleeping, more than I already do...&quot; She sighs, adjusting a few trinkets on the altar to look a bit nicer, before standing to head out. &quot;Thank you, Besha.&quot;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> TLDR: Marion Confronts Besha about the seven. Besha tells her not to speak of them.<br /> <br /> '''September:'''<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Through your worship you receive whispers in your dreams. You hear Gnolls cackling, spread across the wilds. You reflect back when you saw Thinwhistle, destroyed and left to rubble. They had found something in Thinwhistle, something great and something powerful. Something that will change the wilds forever. You know Ripjaw is not working on his own accord, rather he is working with a purpose, for someone. There is a tangled web of alliances at play, Demons, Fungi, Gnolls, the Green Knight, Jim Stacy...  Long ago members of the company heard rumors of a King out in the wilds. Could that be the head of this snake?<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> TLDR: (Very short.) Dreams of Thinwhistle, the gnolls, and who may be leading them.<br /> <br /> '''August:'''<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &quot;Oh, havent you been a diligent and faithful little tielfing....&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I do my best to please you, Besha. To spread your name in its best light, so others may know your grace...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I promised you a boon, didnt I. Here you go.&quot; *You feel a strange chill emanate from your token of Beshaba, feeling it grow with a strange energy.&quot;<br /> <br /> Instead of a d4, your token of Beshaba now uses a d6<br /> <br /> For both the die you subtract from others, and for the die that is subtracted from you<br /> <br /> &quot;Thank you for your gift, Besha... &quot; (even if this feels like it hurts me more than helps me lmao)<br /> <br /> &quot;I sense... hesitation in your voice. Explain.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well... i feel like I try to use your gift whenever i know it will be of use to me- where as when luck turns sour, its much more likely to hurt me... I'm still appreciative of the gift, of course-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Luck is really a fickle thing......&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there anything else you desire....&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, Besha. Thank you, for your gift.&quot; She hums softly<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> TLDR: Upgraded Boon. End.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''October:'''<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &quot;Is something wrong Marion Ette? You seem nervous.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, things always have a chance of going wrong, Besha...I just want to do my best to fulfil my duties. Taking on the role of not just serving you, but advocating is a leap- Especially considering Lux's.... will to avoid change.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, things always have a chance of going wrong, Besha...I just want to do my best to fulfil my duties. Taking on the role of ...<br /> <br /> “I can understand your trepidations. Taking up the clerical cloth is a big step, and I am proud of you. I can confirm I made the right choice of reaching out to you. How do you feel about… our relationship my darling Marion Ette?”<br /> <br /> “Not feeling tempted  to leave me for any spider goddess I hope.”<br /> <br /> &quot;No, No... I don’t think I should outwardly speak of any gods with negativity, but I can confidently say that no matter how the web of fate were to be pulled- I could trust you to keep me on your path. I am thankful to be under your guidance.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And I am thankful for your faith. Lolth is like all spiders, they are sneaky, deceiving, venomous, and by no means not a danger. But hey, if you get a big enough boot... I have felt the balance of luck fluctuate in these wilds. Something is changing, no, something has always been here and has only now revealed itself. Its horrifyingly familiar. If you accept my blessing my dutiful cleric, I can share you the guise of the scales of luck and balance...&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion blinks, and simply nods. &quot;Of course, My lady. Just tell me what to do, and I will follow.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion begins to feel unseen scales shift and sway before their mind leaves their body. Instead of seeing visions of the future or of other locations, she appears to see visions of the past:<br /> <br /> The first is of Nassir fighting alongside Rina and Lambda against a large black scaled titanic dinosaur that breathes lightning.<br /> <br /> The next is of a basecamp not unlike their own in the wilds of Amusa, on fire and overrun with gnolls, all looked over by a figure she recognizes as the Green Knight<br /> <br /> The next after that is two scenes at the same location. The first is of a group of Tempest brother expeditionaries blowing up a large factory like operation in an underground Gnoll warcamp, freeing the trapped Efreeti inside.<br /> <br /> The next shows that warcamp again, now larger and filled with Gnolls arming themselves with weapons. From the center of the camp she feels the thrum of a powerful arcane energy and sees the Gnolls constructing massive machines of war.<br /> <br /> The next is in what appears to be a museum in Galik as a new exhibit opens, titled &quot;The Heart of Kavanmort, the Twin Doom.&quot; The heart lets out a single beat before Marion moves to her next vision.<br /> <br /> Marion sees what appears to be an underground lab as robed figures oversee a living person become suddenly covered in mushrooms and fungus. Their screams are cut short by the mushrooms covering their entire being.<br /> <br /> She sees the Gnoll Talon on the ground, appearing to be dead before their is what appears to be a sudden release from spores from his body. At this moment his wounds crust over with fungus and he sits back up alive.<br /> <br /> The last is a figure in a dark room crying. All she can make up is a helmet with antlers on a table nearby.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> TLDR: Anxiety of being a cleric- Talk of Lolth - Kavenmort, Gnoll Talon, Ripjaw, Green Knight, Mushrooms, Efreet freedom.<br /> <br /> '''November:''' <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> We find out the dryads are Old World Dryads, Marion is able to help heal the Dryads with celestial magic, bringing new life back into their forms<br /> <br /> - Using your Warlock magic you are able to permanently disarm the traps to prevent them from coming back on and possibly harming you, Lupine Lucas, or the Dryads.<br /> <br /> - You sense the presence of the orange eye of the Ramskull figure as fully abandoned this place.<br /> <br /> - You find Lord Bellaphon's personal study which shares with you much information.<br /> <br /> --- He referred to &quot;The Seven&quot; as The Sepexilium which means the Seven Banished in Elvish. He references the Sepexilium as his true patrons and the true embodiment of the wilds. The Green Knight viewed them as their patron. <br /> <br /> --- He writes on how he detested the Gnolls and Demons, but saw working with them as a means to an end. Refers to a location he calls Camp Emberclaw, which you can identify as the Gnoll war camp your fellow expeditionaries discovered (Session Smoke Signals). He also writes about the Gnolls plans to reach their &quot;prize&quot; in The Kobold city of Thelrya.<br /> <br /> -- He writes about a weapon called the Zephyr Blade which he refers to as &quot;the map of the wilds.&quot;<br /> <br /> -- His sword Oathsbane, which in description resembles the weapon wielded by Nassir, he says was a gift from a Sepexilium member, the Wild Desolation.<br /> <br /> --- He refers to the Ramskull being as the most outgoing of the Sepexilium, but that it is not their leader and far from the strongest. Bellaphon refers to the entity he calls “The Lord of Beneath” as the physically strongest, but that does not compare to physical strength though. <br /> <br /> --Lord Bellephon had notes that the Collector seemed to be collecting artifacts with specific ties to the Sepexilium. <br /> <br /> '''The Seven''' <br /> <br /> '''The Twilight Phoenix:''' A figure in a cloak of feathers wearing a blank mask standing on a flaming pyre.<br /> <br /> '''The Endless Expanse:''' A muscular monk like figure with a featureless face whose visage gives the viewer vertigo<br /> <br /> '''The Lord of the Beneath''': A figure in a tattered cloak covering up a mass of tendrils and worms with a maw of sharp teeth.<br /> <br /> The Former Green Knight claims The Lord Beneath is the strongest Physically.<br /> <br /> '''The God Ravager:''' A thin and rotting figure with the head of a hairless wolf<br /> <br /> '''The Mother of the Lost Parade:''' A figure in a heavy cloak with to many arms and hands to count<br /> <br /> '''The Great Reclaimer:''' A tall creature made of twisting vines with branch like horns<br /> <br /> '''He who watches alone:''' A figure with a ram-skull for a head with orange glowing eyes<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> TLDR: Marion and Lupine Lucas go to the Green Knights Lair- she discovers Lore about the Seven, the zephyr blade, and the gnolls camps and kobold cities. <br /> <br /> '''December:''' <br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Downtime: Researching Quote: Finding the Collector and trying to...exchange information on artifacts and the Sepexilium and anything else about the wilds he may know <br /> <br /> She Chose to look into the two Members of the Sepexilium that she knows the least amount on- He who Watches Alone and the Mother of the Lost Parade <br /> <br /> # General Things Learned:<br /> #* To the intentions of the marks, whether they be purposeful or random, you think it is a little of both. Sometimes one may just get to close to something dangerous, or that something may also reach out.<br /> #* The Collector has done some work gathering info on those who may have been marked in the past. These people all could display some level of strange ability. Some of these marked include:<br /> #** A druid who could summon worms inside your body<br /> #** A widow who was related to a string of disappearances near a mountain before disappearing over a cliffs edge<br /> #** A cannibal able to take on the forms of those they had eaten<br /> #** A soldier who could incite violent murderous rage in others<br /> #** A doctor whose touch was said to turn you blind<br /> #** A man who was said to have roots under his skin<br /> #* Less is known about how to remove a mark, though one tells of a Paladin who was marked by the God Ravager who disappeared into the wilds only be found years later normal and living a life as a blacksmith in Xender.<br /> #* The Collector has notes of some of his attendants who got marked receiving strange visions of figures he believe to be the Seven goading them to use their abilities on other people.<br /> #* The Collector has bits and pieces connecting the Seven to the fungus and Gnolls but has been unable to get the bigger picture.<br /> # The Mother of the Lost Parade:<br /> #* The Collector has acquired some of her other titles<br /> #** Imperious Dream<br /> #** She of Black Tears<br /> #** Hundred Hands<br /> #** You Know Not Who You Are<br /> #* Many of her artifacts relate to music, statues and hands<br /> #* Those marked by her demonstrate the abilities to cause madness and deceit. <br /> # He Who Watches Alone:<br /> #* The One you identified as Ram Skull Ancient<br /> #* The Collector has acquired some of her other titles but believes they have no actual name<br /> #** The Warmonger<br /> #** The Weaver of Strife<br /> #** The Horned Reaver<br /> #* Many of his artifacts relate to weaponry and items from bloody and brutal battles and violent events as well as items that relate to being watched<br /> #* Those marked by him demonstrate the ability to scry on others and cause great bloodshed<br /> <br /> &lt;i&gt;&quot;It is to be noted, As I have been exposed to more of the Twilight Phoenixs' artifacts, there has been a surprising difference in behavior than how we had anticipated initially. I....also have noticed more sightings of her. Where my dreams had become quiet, with a severe lack of flame, I've begun seeing glimpses of her once again. Usually, she is merely in the peripheral- However with each test, I've noticed her begin to grow nearer within these dreams, and occasionally, (hopefully) hallucinations. I believe it to be crucial to speak with Beshaba before pushing my luck with these items. I will continue to write notes on each artifact that I happen to come across, though.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> TLDR: Marion is now Part of the Collection.<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 14 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, 10 Wild Magic fruit, and a winter blanket, apparently. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> Wiggler has gotten tokens of Talyths after being attacked by feywilds birds.<br /> An individual from the First Expedition named [[Wren]] seems to know Wiggler, and had quit and left upon hearing about them, and rushed off to presumably find them.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. Unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. She is a bow user, and has limited healing abilities, but is very good at playing Magic the Gathering. She tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> We've managed quite the friendship, and genuinely I see Paris as a close friend of mine. She understands a lot of my struggles, and relates how she managed to move past her own bullying. She stated that shes spoken to Beshaba, which is never a good sign.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) Nassir, Lambda and I all had worked together in order to build a little 'home away from home' so to say- And Lambda had a big hand in actually getting me and Nassir to talk to eachother.<br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt; Jim Stacy seems to have considered [[Groth'Vellian]] to be like a brother, the minotaur having some of his prosthetics.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. &lt;s&gt;No one wanted to give him a chance.&lt;/s&gt; He doesn't deserve a chance. <br /> <br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Groth'Vellian]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss. A different scientist is often seen talking to Groth, likely connected to Dr. Moss.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt; Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends. <br /> Sabbatical has seemed to pursue a romantic relationship with Reedy (Yay!). They got married, and are very happy.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt; Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> ====The Heartsworn, Expanded:====<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Pelor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Pelor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === &lt;s&gt;[[Sneeze]]&lt;/s&gt;:===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken. <br /> Lately, He's been much more refined, seeming to have grown anxious when it comes to bothering people. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> Kompi has recently disclosed a fear of not being strong enough to protect those that they love. I feel guilty that I had caused them distress after the second expedition. They apparently are learning infernal, and consider me and Nassir to be family, at minimum.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> === &lt;s&gt;[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;&lt;s&gt;A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Recently we managed to talk, and discussed moving forward with a proper relationship of sorts- Being around him helps with my nightmares, and Kompi looks at the two of us as parental figures. It's been nice. He paints my horns, and trusted me to give his brother an heirloom of sorts. <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve Surmised the following words and Meanings; Please see Expanded.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, more than a typical friendship.<br /> <br /> '''Cyar'ika'''; Essentially likened to calling someone darling, or sweetheart.<br /> <br /> '''Ad'ika'''; Essentially likened to little one.<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Good morning<br /> <br /> '''Ca;''' Evening,<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Clan. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad. <br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt; ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent. They have magic paint that stays permanently, and has been helping Lambda extensively. They seem to be going through a lot, right now, and I can only hope that she finds joy in her upcoming marriage. <br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> Marion has stated the following: <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me. <br /> <br /> She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle.<br /> It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> &lt;/div&gt; <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === [[Jack of Hearts]]===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===[[Malakar the Maleficent|Malakar]]===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === [[Wren]]===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===[[Titan]]===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===[[Tini]] ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Theta|CRU Theta]]===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===[[Yellana Eedryll]]===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Second Expedition:==<br /> 05/10/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our second expedition, even more things had gone poorly than the first.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Helli Aliosh]], [[Hermes Purrnes]], [[p'Rahp]], [[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]], [[Neru]], and myself.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> The expedition began with us speaking to 'Arc,' And them explaining how they've sent multiple groups westward in order to study plants in the area that have been imbued with magic. They revealed that we are currently sitting atop a Leyline, which has been imbuing plants with unknown magical energy. Animals in the area have been eating these plants, then likely being eaten by larger animals and also being imbued with powers. We took a path that began to veer northwest, and half of the group had separated to keep watch. Hermes and Myself had busied ourselves with picking pieces off of a massive, glowing plant. I had managed to hook my sickle over a branch and simply sheer it off, to which, the plant began pulsating in its bioluminescent glowing. Despite feeling fairly confident, I...have no idea what kind of magic was present. I was unable to study it for long, as a gust of wind from behind me had caught my attention, and I turned around to be face to face with a massive, spikey dinosaur. It seemed to have quills coming out of it. It attacked me, and in order to protect the specimen, I encapsulated myself in Ice. Thankfully it lost interest in me, and moved towards some rocks, however after a frightful roar, a second beast made itself known, coming from the trees, undetected. It didn't take long for it to also come for me, although Neru had managed to deal a fair bit of damage to it while it was distracted with me. I was... unfortunately preoccupied during the entirety of the battle. I had fallen, and each time I was healed, The beast would snap at me again. At some point, I thought I had managed a moment of respite after Sabbatical had healed me, and I had finally been able to move- I managed to turn invisible, and I scrambled to get away from the beast, however...it saw through it. I had clawed at the dirt in order to get away, but claws had dug into the back of my leg, and simply pulled me back. My body had given out again, and...I had accepted my own death. <br /> <br /> I had felt the weight of the creature simply disappear- The ground had even changed. I stood, and found myself in a wide, open field, blanketed in thick fog. As I looked around myself, I found that despite everyone being missing, I was not alone. A woman with horns and wings had stepped out from the mist- She was almost entirely skeletal, and had stark, white eyes. I didn't recognize her, but something about her had seemed surprised. When she spoke, her lips didn't move- The words simply came from the air around her.<br /> <br /> She asked me if I wanted to be remembered. <br /> <br /> I Hesitated. <br /> <br /> She simply smiled, and told me to think about it, That I had time, because she 'didn't want to cut her vacation short.' <br /> <br /> I wanted to ask her about Mr. Stacy, but...When I woke up, the beast was dead, and was being harvested. I simply stood and began to help. Sabbatical suggested we rest in the woods, as it were more dangerous for us to continue in our state. We rested, and delivered the specimens to Arcane. I kept some plants and fruit to myself.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=22894 2023-11-04T01:38:49Z

<p>Silentdarknes: &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> == Besha's Visions (Downtime Summaries!) ==<br /> '''May:'''<br /> TLDR: Making an Altar for Besha - Completes a series of tasks and is gifted visions of the seven, the Green Knight, and more.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> A quiet breeze blows past you sending a slight chill down your spine...<br /> <br /> &quot;Hello.......&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah- Besha? I... made this Altar... I know the others are also making Altars for other gods... but you should have your own.&quot; She swallows, eyes closing.<br /> <br /> &quot;You did good, very good. I see you are making a lot of new friends, I have made yourself acquaintance to a few of them at this point. Paris really is nice isn't she... How would you gauge your luck as of late?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well... not the best. So long as those who go against my friends and I face worse fates, though... I can't complain.&quot; Her shoulders relax.<br /> <br /> &quot;Its the ebb and flow of fate. Luck is the waves we face on the open sea. Sometimes the waves push you landward, and sometimes they pull you to the bottom of the depths... I hear you have gotten into, 'medication'?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;...we... were gifted something to help ward nightmares.&quot; She frowns slightly.<br /> <br /> “Have you been avoiding the dreams I have been sending you?”<br /> <br /> She swallows, fingers tapping against eachother softly. &quot;If... you ask, I...I'll stop taking the drops. I... thought perhaps you chose to allow me to rest easy, with the hardships around camp.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Harships build character. But your right, maybe I could let up on the dreams just a little. But they are important, so please do your best to remember them...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Would you like a gift?&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion slowly nods, relaxing a bit. &quot;I will.. and I would. If you're kind enough to offer, I wouldn't dare refuse.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I will need you to do some things for me first though, alright? All of these things you should be able to find at camp. First, you must walk under a ladder, then, you must open an umbrella in an interior space, then you must get a black cat to cross your path, if you cant find a black one a normal cat will do just fine, and then you must bring back a mirror.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah-y... yes, I can... Ill do my best- But... where would I find an umbrella? Or a mirror... just any mirror?&quot;<br /> <br /> “Ask about, all of these items can be found in camp.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Besha.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Come back when you get the mirror and I can give you your gift.&quot;<br /> <br /> “One task down, three to go…”<br /> <br /> “Two tasks down, two to go…”<br /> <br /> Marion swallows, and with a heavy sigh, they sit before the altar and places the Mirror onto it. &quot;Alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> “You have done so well, I am so proud of you! Now for the final task before I can give you your gift. You need to break the mirror”<br /> <br /> She hesitates for a moment, eyes flicking over a few of the items that are on the altar, before, with a sigh, simply picking the mirror up and hitting the glass against the edge of part of the structure. She flinches as mirrored glass shatters.<br /> <br /> You watch as the glass shards hit the floor before they melt into a strange reflective liquid that moves and colossuses on the altar. The liquid forms into the shape of a silver bowl, solidifying, before filling with a strange bubbling pale liquid.<br /> <br /> “There is only so much I can do from my domain, but if enough bad luck is acquired I can expand my capabilities to give gifts to those I choose. And don’t worry about any of the bad luck falling onto you, I have diverted it to someone else in this world. If you wish, you may drink this liquid to induce a divine vision to give insight into the past and future.”<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah... Th-Thank you. um...is it hot?&quot; She asks softly, holding a hand over the bubbling liquid, as though testing to make sure it won't burn her tongue when she drinks it.<br /> <br /> As you put your hand over it, it actually feels oddly cool.<br /> <br /> Marion carefully lifts the bowl, tipping it slowly and taking a sip.<br /> <br /> As you drink the liquid, it taste, sweet? Like milk and vanilla. But as you swallow it down, that sweet flavor is followed by a bitter after taste. But then, nothing. You wait for a minute expecting something to happen, but, things are still. When you start to think you must have been duped is when the walls start to melt. Flashing colors dart about as you hear a cacophony of voices, causing you to stumble back and fall back onto the floor, and then through the floor. You land softly is a large field of yellow grasses. Up above you hanging in the sky is the Sun, yellow and massive its light beating down oppressively on you. In the near distance you spot seven figures silhouetted in the light, a light shadow covering them, almost hiding them from the sun. Together they raise their arms and you watch as a jungle grows around them. You are then wretched somewhere new, into the center of a battle. Dragonborn fight bravely against paladins and cleric crusaders in brutal combat as woman and children dragonkind flee for their lives. You spot another figure fighting alongside the dragonborn though as well. A tall knight in dirty plate armor with a green cloak and a helmet sporting a set of large antlers. You then feel yourself falling, falling up into the deep starry night. Amongst the stars you can almost swear you spot a small white kobold in the palm of a being so large it is incomprehensible.<br /> <br /> You blink and see yourself in a barren expanse where a massive rotting dog feasts upon a strange figure whose body radiates shadow before you find yourself standing In Front on a large imposing mountain from which the top billows white smoke. You spot some figures approach the mountain, and while you can not see their faces, you understand that they are friends, people you know. you then look on in horror as a massive mouth of teeth and fleshy tendrils opens in the face of the mountain and devours them whole. The last thing you hear before you wake up is in a deep gravely voice, &quot;Praise, rejoice, and be glad. the king is dead, long live the king.&quot; You then wake up, finding yourself standing in the middle of the woods. Looking down at your hands you find them coated in a strange dark liquid. Looking up at the sun you surmise that you must have been in your trance for at least an hour or two.<br /> <br /> You easily enough find your way back to camp.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> '''June:'''<br /> TLDR: First half involves traveling with Lambda to the ruins from one of the first sessions in order to find Lorrie Haslo. Depictions of the Pumpkin dragon as well as other dragons are visible. Marion Speaks to a burning corpse, and Dreams given to her by The Phoenix persist.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> (Traveling with Lambda and meeting Lorrie- Marion had an encounter with a burning corpse.)<br /> <br /> <br /> You both enter the archway and descend into the structure. After many minutes of walking through ruined tunnels you come across a large open room, exiting through a secret door behind a gold sarcophagus into a massive dark space full of humanoid stone statues.<br /> <br /> Lambda: He pans his optics around, staying in medium-alert<br /> <br /> In the center of the room you find the skeletal remains of a Medusa like creature. Around the room are carvings of large dragons. One is of a large orange dragon on a hoard of food, one is of an old dragon beneath a smoking mountain, and one appears to have been defaced. Above you both is a massive statue of a two headed dragon, one blue one black. Each hold a crystal in their mouth, but only the crystal in the mouth of the blue head is glowing.<br /> <br /> Around the open sarcophagus you find expired runes and carvings of seven figures.<br /> <br /> You also find some paper carving charcoal rubbings, hunting that whoever made them is deeper in the structure.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): Marion will carefully pick up the paper, as well as cast Comprehend Languages, in attempt to decipher the runes, if able.<br /> <br /> The runes are a mix of draconic and primordial and we’re sealing runes, intended to have locked whatever was in the sarcophagus in. It appears someone on the outside broke them.<br /> <br /> Lambda: He looks over the body, seeming to think of the creature’s abilities<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): Marion will relay the types of runes, before passing the paper to Lambda. &quot;You should hold onto this. We can go deeper- Lorrie or someone probably is in there.&quot; She states, before casting light  on her staff, incase it gets darker deeper into the ruins.<br /> <br /> Lambda: opens his chest and puts the paper within the compartment. He unholsters his blaster, and slips into the opening. Keep alert.<br /> <br /> You continue to move forward and enter into the large circular space you had viewed from above, the massive hole. The room has 5 statues of chromatic dragons and most of the other tunnels leading off it have collapsed. You see one tunnel though where it seems the rubble has been removed.<br /> <br /> Lambda: They’ve made more progress than I expected.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Thats a good thing... just keep note of what we see. Stay close.&quot; She speaks softly, continuing to follow the opened path.<br /> <br /> Lambda: It does mean they haven’t hit any traps. Yet.<br /> <br /> He continues his cautious advance<br /> <br /> You both continue down this tunnel and eventual enter a new space with seven large statues, their features lost, worn away by the ages of time. Marion you step forward and feel the stone slab under your foot sink into the ground.<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Look out!” You are suddenly tackled away by a small Halfling woman as one of the statues collapses on the spot you were standing.<br /> <br /> Lambda: Dives forward instinctively, before standing and turning towards the shattered statue. Marianne!<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): Marion blinks as a small being runs into her, eyes wide as she looks at the statue. &quot;Shoot- I'm  so sorry- I didnt mean to break anything-&quot;<br /> <br /> Lambda: The bot walks cautiously to where he can see the tiefling and the halfling.<br /> <br /> Are either of you harmed?<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Whoo, that was close. Hello there, names Lorrie, Lorrie Haslo.” She stands up and dusts herself off before catching Lambda’s eyes. “Oh, Lambda, hey…”<br /> <br /> Lambda: He holsters his blaster and extends both of his hands. Hello Lorrie. <br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: For a quick moment you see she chokes back tears before returning to professional mode. “Uh, hey, uh. What are you both doing here?” You see behind her investigating the room are other members of her company as well.<br /> <br /> Lambda: His eyes turn a soft yellow. We came to talk to you, and I came for this. As he pulls the two out of the rubble, he scoops Lorrie into a warm hug<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Its nice to finally meet you, miss Haslo. My name is Marion. I'm...technically working with Lambda, for the Tempest Brothers. He's told me a lot about you.&quot; Marion stands, bushing her clothes free of debris and dust.<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: For a second she is frozen in suprise before slowing putting her arms around Lambda. “I… I am glad you are ok.”<br /> <br /> “It’s nice to get to meet one of Lambda’s new friends.”<br /> <br /> Lambda: I’ve had my close calls. Tends to happen when you continue to take the hits for everyone else. Do you wish to continue your work here, or shall we talk at the surface?<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “That was the last trap in this region, we should be good to talk here.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Miss Haslo, I cast a spell that allows me to understand languages a bit easier- if your team needs any help, before it wears off, I'd be happy to assist.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Oh uh yeah, Frank in the back could use some help, there are some rooms we are still investigating.”<br /> I’ve had my close calls. Tends to happen when you continue to take the hits for everyone else. Do you wish to continue your work here, or shall we talk at the surface?<br /> “I like the green…”<br /> <br /> Lambda: Good to know you’ve cleared everything. Of course you know I’m not exactly one for linguistics, or delicacy. Do you need any help?<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;You two should catch up.&quot; Marion smiles, ducking her head before going to assist Frank.<br /> <br /> Lambda: Thank you. It was Marianne here that added the paint.<br /> <br /> Marion goes to see Frank who is this medium height half orc roguish type. “Hello newcomer. Would have been quite awful to see you get crushed.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;I'm sturdier than I look, thankfully. It wouldn't be the first time i was nearly crushed to death.&quot; She chuckles softly, smiling. &quot;Not many people can say they've been stepped on by elementally and magical altered Dinosaurs, though.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion, you follow Frank behind one of the statues down a passageway into a strange room. In its center hanging from a noose is a body on fire, burned and blackened, the rope itself is seemingly untouched but the fire does not seem to cease. “You’re a magic user, got any idea what this is? It was burning when we got here the other day and has yet to stop.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;I... don't deal with fire magic.&quot; she would stand for a moment, staring up at the form, before beginning to approach the figure. &quot;It feels disrespectful to keep them there, though. Would your crew be opposed to me cutting them down?&quot;<br /> <br /> Frank: “You know more then I do. Take it away.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Thats a broad statement.&quot; She pulls off her jacket and folds it onto the floor, before pulling out her scimitar.  She carefully reaches up,  one arm prepared to catch the flaming body when it does fall, and the other pressing the blade against the rope.<br /> <br /> (Marion is 100% planing on catching a burning corpse and laying it down to take the noose off.)<br /> <br /> As you press the blade into the rope it snaps, the body falling, and landing on its feet.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin)឵: Marion swallows, watching it for a moment. &quot;Nifty- alright, lets get this off you and put your body to rest-&quot; she winces slightly from the heat, shifting the blade to cut the rope from around its neck. &quot;My buddy Lambda is Really good at digging graves-&quot;<br /> The body takes a step towards you…<br /> And you feel the mark on your back begin to burn.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin)឵: Marion swallows, taking a step back. &quot;Hey- Frank, think maybe you should get someone else in here?&quot; She laughs nervously, still holding the scimitar up.<br /> The charred figure lunges at you still wreathed in roiling fire. &quot;Help me!&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin)឵: Marion blinks, eyes  widening as she stumbles back. Her fingers begin to glow. &quot;I- I don't know how-! Just tell me and I'll try- I... can make it stop hurting-&quot;<br /> <br /> The figure grabs your hand and your mind is filled with images of flames and suffering, of burning buildings with children screaming for their parents, of homes going up in flames, of family members being burned at the stake, and one of a red feather falling into the fire, turning black.<br /> <br /> The figure then crumpled to ash.<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): Marion blinks, staring at where the figure once was.  Slowly, she pushes herself up, frowning. &quot;You'll rest easy... I promise.&quot; She  looks over her shoulder, walking past Frank, and towards Lambda and Lorrie.<br /> after a bit of talk with the others, Marion returns to the two. &quot;So- if I may... Lorrie, can... you tell me about some of the artifacts your crew may have found?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: &quot;Oh yes. Well you know about the statue. There were these strange animal pelts that, uh, that's a story for a different day. There was a tome titled &quot;The Coming of the Kalishties that seemed to be written in blood. There was an odd bell that seemed to make no sound when rung but instead, uh, uh, yeah.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Did you not...find anything out about the flaming body?&quot; She swallows, giving a nervous bur curious smile.<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “No it’s should still be hanging back there, did Frank show it to you? It’s quite strange.”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;It might be a bit too late for more studies on that now... I um... it may have burnt to ash after talking to me. We've come up with some research on other Items the Collector has been interested in, and....our two groups would definitely work better together, than separately, I think. You would be invaluable, especially since both of our groups have already been acquainted with the Collector. I'd be happy to tell you about the artifacts we've found.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Oh yeah, what have you all encountered?”<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Many, Many things... the artifacts seem to have entities that cling to them, and tie themselves to those who interact with them in certain ways. The Collector seems to be aware of this, but won't give us details, and...we even have some of the artifacts stored away.  People who are claimed by these entities....tend to be plagued by nightmares.&quot; She doesn't go into detail, smiling softly. &quot;I...hope you can understand, but...You coming to stay with us, even while working for the Collector, would be mutually beneficial. And...it means Lambda won't have a reason to keep missing you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: &quot;Maybe I will try to come by more, now and again, but I dont think staying with you all will work. I think today might have been the final nail in the coffin for something i had been holding onto for a long time.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Oh? What would that be?&quot; Marion blinks, tilting her head. Absent-mindedly, she rubs her shoulder, partially trying to sooth the way the mark had been burning previously.<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: &quot;Nothing, an old dream. It was nice getting to see you Marion, and Lambda.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Don't let your dreams deceive you. As long as its yours, and not imposed by someone else- thats all one can hope for.... When you get the chance, We'd love to share notes, and show you what we've...collected. and... if you find anything out about the Daughter of the Setting Sun, or...anything Phoenix related... i would like to know.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: “Yeah.”<br /> <br /> Lambda: He seems to lose a bit of his enthusiasm or excitement with this statement. Not really making eye contact as directly as he had So…what now? Is this a farewell for the time being?<br /> <br /> Marion (Nin): &quot;Another four day trek, I suppose.&quot; She laughs softly. &quot;Can... we maybe stay for a few days? Let you two properly catch up-?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lambda: I would….like that. If it is acceptable to Lorrie…<br /> <br /> Lorrie Haslo: &quot;You are both more then welcome.&quot;<br /> <br /> '''Afterwards:'''<br /> <br /> Here is what you each learn over the next few days:<br /> <br /> <br /> The iconography of seven figures permeates the temple<br /> <br /> The seven figures seemed to have been a part in sealing whatever was in the golden sarcophagus before it was opened<br /> <br /> Depictions of the figures seem to have held a different reverence in this temple then the reverence held to Kavanmort or Tiamat<br /> <br /> Some of these depictions still have detail. One figure appears to wear a cloak covering many tentacles, one has goat-like horns, and one has a maw of sharp teeth.<br /> <br /> More bodies are discovered with strange afflictions. These include a body that seems to have been killed by vines growing from inside its body. Another seems to have its mouth unnaturally agape by about a foot with black tear stains from its eyeless sockets. Both of these bodies seemed to have been preserved but quickly fall apart when interacted with.<br /> <br /> Some unknown force sunk this temple into the ground.<br /> <br /> <br /> ''As the dreams persist, the firs burn away. all that remains are endless fields of darkened soul. The figure still in silhouette sits, seemingly molding small shapes out of the clay like earth. She asks you a question:<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What are you fighting for?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What are you fighting for?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What are you fighting for?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What are you fighting for?&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion would be. generally frightened. She doesn't know what shes fighting for- after a bit, she would find an answer shes happy with. &quot;I'm fighting for them. Everyone I travel with is simply looking for a new life...They deserve to find that. I...Think we all deserve to have someone fight for us.&quot;  After speaking, she would slowly approach the figure, eyebrows furrowed. &quot;May I sit with you?&quot; <br /> <br /> As you begin to approach, it almost feels as if you are moving through molasses. But as you do get closer you see what the figure is molding out of clay, a small figurine, that looks a lot like you. &quot;To have someone to fight for us...&quot; You wake up. Subsequent dreams are back to normal, those sent by Beshaba. Your mark over the next few days cools, but warms up randomly before again cooling. Even though your dreams are back to normal though, you still catch glimpses of that figure, and every so often, your dreams once again end in fire.<br /> ''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> '''July:'''<br /> TLDR: Marion Confronts Besha about the seven. Besha tells her not to speak of them.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Why hello again my dear Marion Ette. Its been a while since you came to me to talk...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes- It has... I've been trying to.... keep everyone safe as I can. Mr. Stacy has been more active, and...I suppose I'm looking for answers of what to do.&quot; She sighs, closing her eyes as she kneels before her altar.<br /> <br /> &quot;Mr Stacy... I always liked that one. My dear Marion Ette, we both know I cant give you answers, its just not m domain. But what I can give you is a chance, a roll of the dice, a flip of the coin. You want to keep people safe Your friends safe? I can maybe work something out.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Thats an interesting new tattoo you got there. Are you cheating on my with another diety?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It wasn't of my choice, to be fair... but it seems this Phoenix character has taken a liking to infiltrating some of my dreams. I was hoping you knew about them...How cautious I should be with them, seeing how they've decided to brand me as theirs.&quot; She chuckles weakly.<br /> <br /> &quot;It is just my luck to be between two gods, I suppose.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her tone of voice gets grim. &quot;Phoenix.... what do you mean? What phoenix?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;A statuette... There was an explosion that nearly wiped the camp, and... She was in the blaze. She branded me, and... had been in my dreams for the longest time. She still is. The daughter of the Setting Sun... She's....I believe she also came to be in the form of an animated body hanging from a noose, who gave me....some pretty terrible visions.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I...Was hoping you'd know of her. She...seems to believe I'm working to help them in their goals, in...some way of odd miscommunication.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Avoid them at all costs. Blot them out of you mind and strike their name from your tongue. Do not speak of them, do not think of them. For your saftey and others...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I... Yes, Besha. Can...You tell me why? Who they are-?&quot; She swallows, looking up. &quot;Nassir, He...He also has one of their artifacts, and...Kompi only ever speaks of falling into the void-beast whenever I ask of dreams.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her voice turns from grim to worry. &quot;I can't say much. They will know. Sometimes things that want to stay hidden should be allowed to stay hidden....&quot;<br /> <br /> Then the connection cuts off.<br /> <br /> One note mechanically that Marion would understand and that Beshaba alluded to is that if Marion spends another month of religious practice as her downtime she can receive a permanent boon from Beshaba. <br /> <br /> &quot;But she's in my dreams-&quot; Marion starts, before quieting. &quot;How am I suppose to avoid sleeping, more than I already do...&quot; She sighs, adjusting a few trinkets on the altar to look a bit nicer, before standing to head out. &quot;Thank you, Besha.&quot;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> '''September:'''<br /> TLDR: (Very short.) Dreams of Thinwhistle, the gnolls, and who may be leading them.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Through your worship you receive whispers in your dreams. You hear Gnolls cackling, spread across the wilds. You reflect back when you saw Thinwhistle, destroyed and left to rubble. They had found something in Thinwhistle, something great and something powerful. Something that will change the wilds forever. You know Ripjaw is not working on his own accord, rather he is working with a purpose, for someone. There is a tangled web of alliances at play, Demons, Fungi, Gnolls, the Green Knight, Jim Stacy...  Long ago members of the company heard rumors of a King out in the wilds. Could that be the head of this snake?<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> '''August:'''<br /> TLDR: Upgraded Boon. End.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &quot;Oh, havent you been a diligent and faithful little tielfing....&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I do my best to please you, Besha. To spread your name in its best light, so others may know your grace...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I promised you a boon, didnt I. Here you go.&quot; *You feel a strange chill emanate from your token of Beshaba, feeling it grow with a strange energy.&quot;<br /> <br /> Instead of a d4, your token of Beshaba now uses a d6<br /> <br /> For both the die you subtract from others, and for the die that is subtracted from you<br /> <br /> &quot;Thank you for your gift, Besha... &quot; (even if this feels like it hurts me more than helps me lmao)<br /> <br /> &quot;I sense... hesitation in your voice. Explain.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well... i feel like I try to use your gift whenever i know it will be of use to me- where as when luck turns sour, its much more likely to hurt me... I'm still appreciative of the gift, of course-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Luck is really a fickle thing......&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there anything else you desire....&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, Besha. Thank you, for your gift.&quot; She hums softly<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> '''October:'''<br /> TLDR: Anxiety of being a cleric- Talk of Lolth - Kavenmort, Gnoll Talon, Ripjaw, Green Knight, Mushrooms, Efreet freedom.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &quot;Is something wrong Marion Ette? You seem nervous.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, things always have a chance of going wrong, Besha...I just want to do my best to fulfil my duties. Taking on the role of not just serving you, but advocating is a leap- Especially considering Lux's.... will to avoid change.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, things always have a chance of going wrong, Besha...I just want to do my best to fulfil my duties. Taking on the role of ...<br /> <br /> “I can understand your trepidations. Taking up the clerical cloth is a big step, and I am proud of you. I can confirm I made the right choice of reaching out to you. How do you feel about… our relationship my darling Marion Ette?”<br /> <br /> “Not feeling tempted  to leave me for any spider goddess I hope.”<br /> <br /> &quot;No, No... I don’t think I should outwardly speak of any gods with negativity, but I can confidently say that no matter how the web of fate were to be pulled- I could trust you to keep me on your path. I am thankful to be under your guidance.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And I am thankful for your faith. Lolth is like all spiders, they are sneaky, deceiving, venomous, and by no means not a danger. But hey, if you get a big enough boot... I have felt the balance of luck fluctuate in these wilds. Something is changing, no, something has always been here and has only now revealed itself. Its horrifyingly familiar. If you accept my blessing my dutiful cleric, I can share you the guise of the scales of luck and balance...&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion blinks, and simply nods. &quot;Of course, My lady. Just tell me what to do, and I will follow.&quot;<br /> <br /> Marion begins to feel unseen scales shift and sway before their mind leaves their body. Instead of seeing visions of the future or of other locations, she appears to see visions of the past:<br /> <br /> The first is of Nassir fighting alongside Rina and Lambda against a large black scaled titanic dinosaur that breathes lightning.<br /> <br /> The next is of a basecamp not unlike their own in the wilds of Amusa, on fire and overrun with gnolls, all looked over by a figure she recognizes as the Green Knight<br /> <br /> The next after that is two scenes at the same location. The first is of a group of Tempest brother expeditionaries blowing up a large factory like operation in an underground Gnoll warcamp, freeing the trapped Efreeti inside.<br /> <br /> The next shows that warcamp again, now larger and filled with Gnolls arming themselves with weapons. From the center of the camp she feels the thrum of a powerful arcane energy and sees the Gnolls constructing massive machines of war.<br /> <br /> The next is in what appears to be a mueseum in Galik as a new exhibit opens, titled &quot;The Heart of Kavanmort, the Twin Doom.&quot; The heart lets out a single beat before Marion moves to her next vision.<br /> <br /> Marion sees what appears to be an underground lab as robed figures oversee a living person become suddenly covered in mushrooms and fungus. Their screams are cut short by the mushrooms covering their entire being.<br /> <br /> She sees the Gnoll Talon on the ground, appearing to be dead before their is what appears to be a sudden release from spores from his body. At this moment his wounds crust over with fungus and he sits back up alive.<br /> <br /> The last is a figure in a dark room crying. All she can make up is a helmet with antlers on a table nearby.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 15 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, 10 Wild Magic fruit, and a winter blanket, apparently. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> Wiggler has gotten tokens of Talyths after being attacked by feywilds birds.<br /> An individual from the First Expedition named [[Wren]] seems to know Wiggler, and had quit and left upon hearing about them, and rushed off to presumably find them.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. Unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. She is a bow user, and has limited healing abilities, but is very good at playing Magic the Gathering. She tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> We've managed quite the friendship, and genuinely I see Paris as a close friend of mine. She understands a lot of my struggles, and relates how she managed to move past her own bullying. She stated that shes spoken to Beshaba, which is never a good sign.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) Nassir, Lambda and I all had worked together in order to build a little 'home away from home' so to say- And Lambda had a big hand in actually getting me and Nassir to talk to eachother.<br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt; Jim Stacy seems to have considered [[Groth'Vellian]] to be like a brother, the minotaur having some of his prosthetics.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. <br /> <br /> ===[[Groth'Vellian]]===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss. A different scientist is often seen talking to Groth, likely connected to Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt; Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends. <br /> Sabbatical has seemed to pursue a romantic relationship with Reedy (Yay!).<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Within the Wicked Wilds/NPCs#Arc|Arcane ‘Arc’]]:===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> ====The Heartsworn, Expanded:====<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === [[Sneeze]]:===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken. <br /> Lately, He's been much more refined, seeming to have grown anxious when it comes to bothering people.<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> Kompi has recently disclosed a fear of not being strong enough to protect those that they love. I feel guilty that I had caused them distress after the second expedition. They apparently are learning infernal, and consider me and Nassir to be family, at minimum.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> ===[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Recently we managed to talk, and discussed moving forward with a proper relationship of sorts- Being around him helps with my nightmares, and Kompi looks at the two of us as parental figures. It's been nice. He paints my horns, and trusted me to give his brother an heirloom of sorts. <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve Surmised the following words and Meanings; Please see Expanded.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, more than a typical friendship.<br /> <br /> '''Cyar'ika'''; Essentially likened to calling someone darling, or sweetheart.<br /> <br /> '''Ad'ika'''; Essentially likened to little one.<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Good morning<br /> <br /> '''Ca;''' Evening,<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Clan. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad. <br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent. They have magic paint that stays permanently, and has been helping Lambda extensively.<br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> Marion has stated the following: <br /> <br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me. <br /> <br /> She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle.<br /> It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> &lt;/div&gt; <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === [[Jack of Hearts]]===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===[[Malakar the Maleficent|Malakar]]===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === [[Wren]]===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===[[Titan]]===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===[[Tini]] ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Theta|CRU Theta]]===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===[[Yellana Eedryll]]===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Second Expedition:==<br /> 05/10/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our second expedition, even more things had gone poorly than the first.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Helli Aliosh]], [[Hermes Purrnes]], [[p'Rahp]], [[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]], [[Neru]], and myself.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> The expedition began with us speaking to 'Arc,' And them explaining how they've sent multiple groups westward in order to study plants in the area that have been imbued with magic. They revealed that we are currently sitting atop a Leyline, which has been imbuing plants with unknown magical energy. Animals in the area have been eating these plants, then likely being eaten by larger animals and also being imbued with powers. We took a path that began to veer northwest, and half of the group had separated to keep watch. Hermes and Myself had busied ourselves with picking pieces off of a massive, glowing plant. I had managed to hook my sickle over a branch and simply sheer it off, to which, the plant began pulsating in its bioluminescent glowing. Despite feeling fairly confident, I...have no idea what kind of magic was present. I was unable to study it for long, as a gust of wind from behind me had caught my attention, and I turned around to be face to face with a massive, spikey dinosaur. It seemed to have quills coming out of it. It attacked me, and in order to protect the specimen, I encapsulated myself in Ice. Thankfully it lost interest in me, and moved towards some rocks, however after a frightful roar, a second beast made itself known, coming from the trees, undetected. It didn't take long for it to also come for me, although Neru had managed to deal a fair bit of damage to it while it was distracted with me. I was... unfortunately preoccupied during the entirety of the battle. I had fallen, and each time I was healed, The beast would snap at me again. At some point, I thought I had managed a moment of respite after Sabbatical had healed me, and I had finally been able to move- I managed to turn invisible, and I scrambled to get away from the beast, however...it saw through it. I had clawed at the dirt in order to get away, but claws had dug into the back of my leg, and simply pulled me back. My body had given out again, and...I had accepted my own death. <br /> <br /> I had felt the weight of the creature simply disappear- The ground had even changed. I stood, and found myself in a wide, open field, blanketed in thick fog. As I looked around myself, I found that despite everyone being missing, I was not alone. A woman with horns and wings had stepped out from the mist- She was almost entirely skeletal, and had stark, white eyes. I didn't recognize her, but something about her had seemed surprised. When she spoke, her lips didn't move- The words simply came from the air around her.<br /> <br /> She asked me if I wanted to be remembered. <br /> <br /> I Hesitated. <br /> <br /> She simply smiled, and told me to think about it, That I had time, because she 'didn't want to cut her vacation short.' <br /> <br /> I wanted to ask her about Mr. Stacy, but...When I woke up, the beast was dead, and was being harvested. I simply stood and began to help. Sabbatical suggested we rest in the woods, as it were more dangerous for us to continue in our state. We rested, and delivered the specimens to Arcane. I kept some plants and fruit to myself.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Martin&diff=22411 2023-10-15T00:09:13Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>[[File:Martin.jpg|thumb|[[File:Martin Nin V1.png|thumb|A tired man, who is incredibly average in every way.]]]]'''Martin''' '''Blackwood's''' is a shoemaker who once unwittingly took part in one of the many [[Cephalopponent Games]] held by the [[The Bleak Academy|Bleak Academy]].<br /> Martin made it to second place, nearly reaching the top of the final challenge, before failing a jump, and falling over 60 feet, crashing on the cavern floor below them. <br /> <br /> It is currently unknown if Martin died after the fall, or if their body was claimed and their '''ceremorphosis''' completed, turning them into an [[Illithid]].<br /> <br /> It is unknown how old Martin is, as during the [[Cephalopponent Games]], he appeared to be in his late 40's, however has recently made an appearance in Seglock, looking no older than someone in his thirties. Martin is of average height and build, and is simply human. He carries a traveling shoe cart with him, where a topaz homunculus, lovingly named Topi, can be seen kicking its feet.<br /> <br /> While travelling the realm of '''Quelmar''', Martin had seen an ominous Obelisk, and upon looking upon it, simply decided that his family and friends are likely consumed by shadows. Thankfully after a group of adventurers had faced Towie, and of course, once the '''Shadows of [[Isonhound]]''' had lifted, Martin had began his life of travel once again.<br /> <br /> It has been rumored that Martin had managed to travel to the continent of [[Pteris]], and successfully start a family and a bustling shoe cobbling business in the city of [[Rwendia]], with a husband, Wick Atoll, and their daughter.<br /> <br /> Their daughter chose to continue the legacy of Martins' travels to different continents, and is currently part of an adventuring party on the Continent of [[Amusa]].</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=20103 2023-05-12T19:51:01Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Very Long Page}}&lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 15 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, 10 Wild Magic fruit, and a winter blanket, apparently. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> Wiggler has gotten tokens of Talyths after being attacked by feywilds birds.<br /> An individual from the First Expedition named [[Wren]] seems to know Wiggler, and had quit and left upon hearing about them, and rushed off to presumably find them.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. Unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. She is a bow user, and has limited healing abilities, but is very good at playing Magic the Gathering. She tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> We've managed quite the friendship, and genuinely I see Paris as a close friend of mine. She understands a lot of my struggles, and relates how she managed to move past her own bullying. She stated that shes spoken to Beshaba, which is never a good sign.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) Nassir, Lambda and I all had worked together in order to build a little 'home away from home' so to say- And Lambda had a big hand in actually getting me and Nassir to talk to eachother.<br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt; Jim Stacy seems to have considered [[Groth'Vellian]] to be like a brother, the minotaur having some of his prosthetics.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. <br /> <br /> ===[[Groth'Vellian]]===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss. A different scientist is often seen talking to Groth, likely connected to Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt; Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends. <br /> Sabbatical has seemed to pursue a romantic relationship with Reedy (Yay!).<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Within the Wicked Wilds/NPCs#Arc|Arcane ‘Arc’]]:===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> ====The Heartsworn, Expanded:====<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === [[Sneeze]]:===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken. <br /> Lately, He's been much more refined, seeming to have grown anxious when it comes to bothering people.<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> Kompi has recently disclosed a fear of not being strong enough to protect those that they love. I feel guilty that I had caused them distress after the second expedition. They apparently are learning infernal, and consider me and Nassir to be family, at minimum.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> ===[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Recently we managed to talk, and discussed moving forward with a proper relationship of sorts- Being around him helps with my nightmares, and Kompi looks at the two of us as parental figures. It's been nice. He paints my horns, and trusted me to give his brother an heirloom of sorts. <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve Surmised the following words and Meanings; Please see Expanded.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, more than a typical friendship.<br /> <br /> '''Cyar'ika'''; Essentially likened to calling someone darling, or sweetheart.<br /> <br /> '''Ad'ika'''; Essentially likened to little one.<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Good morning<br /> <br /> '''Ca;''' Evening,<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Clan. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad. <br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent. They have magic paint that stays permanently, and has been helping Lambda extensively.<br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> Marion has stated the following: <br /> <br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me. <br /> <br /> She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle.<br /> It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> &lt;/div&gt; <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === [[Jack of Hearts]]===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===[[Malakar the Maleficent|Malakar]]===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === [[Wren]]===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===[[Titan]]===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===[[Tini]] ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Theta|CRU Theta]]===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===[[Yellana Eedryll]]===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Second Expedition:==<br /> 05/10/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our second expedition, even more things had gone poorly than the first.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Helli Aliosh]], [[Hermes Purrnes]], [[p'Rahp]], [[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]], [[Neru]], and myself.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> The expedition began with us speaking to 'Arc,' And them explaining how they've sent multiple groups westward in order to study plants in the area that have been imbued with magic. They revealed that we are currently sitting atop a Leyline, which has been imbuing plants with unknown magical energy. Animals in the area have been eating these plants, then likely being eaten by larger animals and also being imbued with powers. We took a path that began to veer northwest, and half of the group had separated to keep watch. Hermes and Myself had busied ourselves with picking pieces off of a massive, glowing plant. I had managed to hook my sickle over a branch and simply sheer it off, to which, the plant began pulsating in its bioluminescent glowing. Despite feeling fairly confident, I...have no idea what kind of magic was present. I was unable to study it for long, as a gust of wind from behind me had caught my attention, and I turned around to be face to face with a massive, spikey dinosaur. It seemed to have quills coming out of it. It attacked me, and in order to protect the specimen, I encapsulated myself in Ice. Thankfully it lost interest in me, and moved towards some rocks, however after a frightful roar, a second beast made itself known, coming from the trees, undetected. It didn't take long for it to also come for me, although Neru had managed to deal a fair bit of damage to it while it was distracted with me. I was... unfortunately preoccupied during the entirety of the battle. I had fallen, and each time I was healed, The beast would snap at me again. At some point, I thought I had managed a moment of respite after Sabbatical had healed me, and I had finally been able to move- I managed to turn invisible, and I scrambled to get away from the beast, however...it saw through it. I had clawed at the dirt in order to get away, but claws had dug into the back of my leg, and simply pulled me back. My body had given out again, and...I had accepted my own death. <br /> <br /> I had felt the weight of the creature simply disappear- The ground had even changed. I stood, and found myself in a wide, open field, blanketed in thick fog. As I looked around myself, I found that despite everyone being missing, I was not alone. A woman with horns and wings had stepped out from the mist- She was almost entirely skeletal, and had stark, white eyes. I didn't recognize her, but something about her had seemed surprised. When she spoke, her lips didn't move- The words simply came from the air around her.<br /> <br /> She asked me if I wanted to be remembered. <br /> <br /> I Hesitated. <br /> <br /> She simply smiled, and told me to think about it, That I had time, because she 'didn't want to cut her vacation short.' <br /> <br /> I wanted to ask her about Mr. Stacy, but...When I woke up, the beast was dead, and was being harvested. I simply stood and began to help. Sabbatical suggested we rest in the woods, as it were more dangerous for us to continue in our state. We rested, and delivered the specimens to Arcane. I kept some plants and fruit to myself.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=20102 2023-05-12T19:46:57Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Very Long Page}}&lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 15 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, 10 Wild Magic fruit, and a winter blanket, apparently. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> Wiggler has gotten tokens of Talyths after being attacked by feywilds birds.<br /> An individual from the First Expedition named [[Wren]] seems to know Wiggler, and had quit and left upon hearing about them, and rushed off to presumably find them.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. Unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. She is a bow user, and has limited healing abilities, but is very good at playing Magic the Gathering. She tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> We've managed quite the friendship, and genuinely I see Paris as a close friend of mine. She understands a lot of my struggles, and relates how she managed to move past her own bullying. She stated that shes spoken to Beshaba, which is never a good sign.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) Nassir, Lambda and I all had worked together in order to build a little 'home away from home' so to say- And Lambda had a big hand in actually getting me and Nassir to talk to eachother.<br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt; Jim Stacy seems to have considered [[Groth'Vellian]] to be like a brother, the minotaur having some of his prosthetics.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. <br /> <br /> ===[[Groth'Vellian]]===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss. A different scientist is often seen talking to Groth, likely connected to Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt; Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends. <br /> Sabbatical has seemed to pursue a romantic relationship with Reedy (Yay!).<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Within the Wicked Wilds/NPCs#Arc|Arcane ‘Arc’]]:===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> ====The Heartsworn, Expanded:====<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === [[Sneeze]]:===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken. <br /> Lately, He's been much more refined, seeming to have grown anxious when it comes to bothering people.<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> Kompi has recently disclosed a fear of not being strong enough to protect those that they love. I feel guilty that I had caused them distress after the second expedition. They apparently are learning infernal, and consider me and Nassir to be family, at minimum.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> ===[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Recently we managed to talk, and discussed moving forward with a proper relationship of sorts- Being around him helps with my nightmares, and Kompi looks at the two of us as parental figures. It's been nice. He paints my horns, and trusted me to give his brother an heirloom of sorts. <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve Surmised the following words and Meanings; Please see Expanded.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, more than a typical friendship.<br /> <br /> '''Cyar'ika'''; Essentially likened to calling someone darling, or sweetheart.<br /> <br /> '''Ad'ika'''; Essentially likened to little one.<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Good morning<br /> <br /> '''Ca;''' Evening,<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Clan. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad. <br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent. They have magic paint that stays permanently, and has been helping Lambda extensively.<br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> Marion has stated the following: <br /> <br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me. <br /> <br /> She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle.<br /> It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> &lt;/div&gt; <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===Malakar===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===Titan===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===CRU Theta===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===Yellana Eedryll===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Second Expedition:==<br /> 05/10/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our second expedition, even more things had gone poorly than the first.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Helli Aliosh]], [[Hermes Purrnes]], [[p'Rahp]], [[Sabbatical]], [[Neru]], and myself.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> The expedition began with us speaking to 'Arc,' And them explaining how they've sent multiple groups westward in order to study plants in the area that have been imbued with magic. They revealed that we are currently sitting atop a Leyline, which has been imbuing plants with unknown magical energy. Animals in the area have been eating these plants, then likely being eaten by larger animals and also being imbued with powers. We took a path that began to veer northwest, and half of the group had separated to keep watch. Hermes and Myself had busied ourselves with picking pieces off of a massive, glowing plant. I had managed to hook my sickle over a branch and simply sheer it off, to which, the plant began pulsating in its bioluminescent glowing. Despite feeling fairly confident, I...have no idea what kind of magic was present. I was unable to study it for long, as a gust of wind from behind me had caught my attention, and I turned around to be face to face with a massive, spikey dinosaur. It seemed to have quills coming out of it. It attacked me, and in order to protect the specimen, I encapsulated myself in Ice. Thankfully it lost interest in me, and moved towards some rocks, however after a frightful roar, a second beast made itself known, coming from the trees, undetected. It didn't take long for it to also come for me, although Neru had managed to deal a fair bit of damage to it while it was distracted with me. I was... unfortunately preoccupied during the entirety of the battle. I had fallen, and each time I was healed, The beast would snap at me again. At some point, I thought I had managed a moment of respite after Sabbatical had healed me, and I had finally been able to move- I managed to turn invisible, and I scrambled to get away from the beast, however...it saw through it. I had clawed at the dirt in order to get away, but claws had dug into the back of my leg, and simply pulled me back. My body had given out again, and...I had accepted my own death. <br /> <br /> I had felt the weight of the creature simply disappear- The ground had even changed. I stood, and found myself in a wide, open field, blanketed in thick fog. As I looked around myself, I found that despite everyone being missing, I was not alone. A woman with horns and wings had stepped out from the mist- She was almost entirely skeletal, and had stark, white eyes. I didn't recognize her, but something about her had seemed surprised. When she spoke, her lips didn't move- The words simply came from the air around her.<br /> <br /> She asked me if I wanted to be remembered. <br /> <br /> I Hesitated. <br /> <br /> She simply smiled, and told me to think about it, That I had time, because she 'didn't want to cut her vacation short.' <br /> <br /> I wanted to ask her about Mr. Stacy, but...When I woke up, the beast was dead, and was being harvested. I simply stood and began to help. Sabbatical suggested we rest in the woods, as it were more dangerous for us to continue in our state. We rested, and delivered the specimens to Arcane. I kept some plants and fruit to myself.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=20101 2023-05-12T19:08:59Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Very Long Page}}&lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 15 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, and a winter blanket, apparently. They are also borrowing a Cloak of protection from Reedy.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> Wiggler has gotten tokens of Talyths after being attacked by feywilds birds.<br /> An individual from the First Expedition named [[Wren]] seems to know Wiggler, and had quit and left upon hearing about them, and rushed off to presumably find them.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. Unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. She is a bow user, and has limited healing abilities, but is very good at playing Magic the Gathering. She tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> We've managed quite the friendship, and genuinely I see Paris as a close friend of mine. She understands a lot of my struggles, and relates how she managed to move past her own bullying. She stated that shes spoken to Beshaba, which is never a good sign.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) Nassir, Lambda and I all had worked together in order to build a little 'home away from home' so to say- And Lambda had a big hand in actually getting me and Nassir to talk to eachother.<br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt; Jim Stacy seems to have considered [[Groth'Vellian]] to be like a brother, the minotaur having some of his prosthetics.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. <br /> <br /> ===[[Groth'Vellian]]===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss. A different scientist is often seen talking to Groth, likely connected to Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare.<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt; Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends. <br /> Sabbatical has seemed to pursue a romantic relationship with Reedy (Yay!).<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Within the Wicked Wilds/NPCs#Arc|Arcane ‘Arc’]]:===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> ====The Heartsworn, Expanded:====<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === [[Sneeze]]:===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken. <br /> Lately, He's been much more refined, seeming to have grown anxious when it comes to bothering people.<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> Kompi has recently disclosed a fear of not being strong enough to protect those that they love. I feel guilty that I had caused them distress after the second expedition. They apparently are learning infernal, and consider me and Nassir to be family, at minimum.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> ===[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Recently we managed to talk, and discussed moving forward with a proper relationship of sorts- Being around him helps with my nightmares, and Kompi looks at the two of us as parental figures. It's been nice. He paints my horns, and trusted me to give his brother an heirloom of sorts. <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve Surmised the following words and Meanings; Please see Expanded.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, more than a typical friendship.<br /> <br /> '''Cyar'ika'''; Essentially likened to calling someone darling, or sweetheart.<br /> <br /> '''Ad'ika'''; Essentially likened to little one.<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Good morning<br /> <br /> '''Ca;''' Evening,<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Clan. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad. <br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent. They have magic paint that stays permanently, and has been helping Lambda extensively.<br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> Marion has stated the following: <br /> <br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me. <br /> <br /> She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle.<br /> It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> &lt;/div&gt; <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===Malakar===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===Titan===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===CRU Theta===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===Yellana Eedryll===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Second Expedition:==<br /> 05/10/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our second expedition, even more things had gone poorly than the first.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Helli Aliosh]], [[Hermes Purrnes]], [[p'Rahp]], [[Sabbatical]], [[Neru]], and myself.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> TBD<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=20100 2023-05-12T18:45:38Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Very Long Page}}&lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 15 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, and a winter blanket, apparently. They are also borrowing a Cloak of protection from Reedy.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> <br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) <br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt; Jim Stacy seems to have considered [[Groth'Vellian]] to be like a brother, the minotaur having some of his prosthetics.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. <br /> <br /> ===[[Groth'Vellian]]===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss. A different scientist is often seen talking to Groth, likely<br /> <br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends. <br /> Sabbatical has seemed to pursue a romantic relationship with Reedy (Yay!).<br /> <br /> ===[[Within the Wicked Wilds/NPCs#Arc|Arcane ‘Arc’]]:===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> ====The Heartsworn, Expanded:====<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === [[Sneeze]]:===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> Kompi has recently disclosed a fear of not being strong enough to protect those that they love. I feel guilty that I had caused them distress after the second expedition. They apparently are learning infernal, and consider me and Nassir to be family, at minimum.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> ===[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> <br /> <br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> <br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve Surmised the following words and Meanings; Please see Expanded.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, more than a typical friendship.<br /> <br /> '''Cyar'ika'''; Essentially likened to calling someone darling, or sweetheart.<br /> <br /> '''Ad'ika'''; Essentially likened to little one.<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Good morning<br /> <br /> '''Ca;''' Evening,<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Clan. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad. <br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent.<br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===Malakar===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===Titan===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===CRU Theta===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===Yellana Eedryll===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Second Expedition:==<br /> 05/10/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our second expedition, even more things had gone poorly than the first.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Helli Aliosh]], [[Hermes Purrnes]], [[p'Rahp]], [[Sabbatical]], [[Neru]], and myself.<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> TBD<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=20099 2023-05-12T18:27:14Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Very Long Page}}&lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 15 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, and a winter blanket, apparently. They are also borrowing a Cloak of protection from Reedy.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> <br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) <br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;s&gt; Jim Stacy seems to have considered [[Groth'Vellian]] to be like a brother, the minotaur having some of his prosthetics.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. <br /> <br /> ===[[Groth'Vellian]]===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends. <br /> Sabbatical has seemed to pursue a romantic relationship with Reedy (Yay!).<br /> <br /> ===[[Within the Wicked Wilds/NPCs#Arc|Arcane ‘Arc’]]:===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === [[Sneeze]]:===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> Kompi has recently disclosed a fear of not being strong enough to protect those that they love. I feel guilty that I had caused them distress after the second expedition. They apparently are learning infernal, and consider me and Nassir to be family, at minimum.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> ===[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> <br /> <br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> <br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following words, and have Guessed the following meanings:<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot;&gt;<br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Good morning<br /> <br /> '''Ca;''' Evening,<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Clan. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad. <br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent.<br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===Malakar===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===Titan===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===CRU Theta===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===Yellana Eedryll===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19961 2023-05-06T20:30:40Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Very Long Page}}&lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=...Pledged? It's...technically not official|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 15 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, and a winter blanket, apparently. They are also borrowing a Cloak of protection from Reedy.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> <br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) <br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. Dr. Moss has him now, hopefully.<br /> <br /> ===[[Groth'Vellian]]===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> ===[[Within the Wicked Wilds/NPCs#Arc|Arcane ‘Arc’]]:===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === [[Sneeze]]:===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> ===[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> <br /> <br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> <br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Good morning<br /> <br /> '''Ca;''' Evening,<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Clan. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad. <br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent.<br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===Malakar===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===Titan===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===CRU Theta===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===Yellana Eedryll===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Rwendia|Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19960 2023-05-06T20:22:36Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Very Long Page}}&lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=...Pledged? It's...technically not official|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the [[Dragonscale Virus]] would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly after casting the Hunger of Hadar.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, one Dagger, a shell fossil pendant and part of the Behil scale from Kompi, 15 cigarettes from Jim Stacy, 4oz of Netra'gal and a Sentimental box from Nassir, a deactivated Frost Rune from Groth, a two Tokens of Beshaba, with one being made by Paris Hilton, and a winter blanket, apparently. They are also borrowing a Cloak of protection from Reedy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> ===[[Redemption Core|Reedy]]:===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> <br /> ===[[Wiggler]]: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> ===[[Paris Hilton]]:===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> ===[[Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda|Lambda]]:===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) <br /> <br /> ====The War of the Forged:====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;s&gt;[[Jim Stacy|Mr. Jim Stacy:]]&lt;/s&gt;===<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. Dr. Moss has him now, hopefully.<br /> <br /> =====[[Groth'Vellian]]=====<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> =====&lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> ===[[Sabbatical (character)|Sabbatical]]:===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> ===[[Within the Wicked Wilds/NPCs#Arc|Arcane ‘Arc’]]:===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> ===[[Finnegan (Finny) Warbler|Finnegan Warbler]]:===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === [[Sir Yewvane Eedryll|Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons]]:===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ====Ojai, The Feast of Summer====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ====Olla, The Folly of Spring====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ====Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> ===[[Therrin Flare]]:===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === [[Sneeze]]:===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> ===[[Kompi]]:===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> ===[[Obsidian]]:===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> ===[[Lowkey|Changeling]] (Name Unknown):===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> ===[[Nassir Tycho|Nassir]]:===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> <br /> <br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> <br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ====Tycho-Translations:====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Goodmorning<br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad.<br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Family. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> ===[[Tassa Brightfox]]:===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> ===[[Amaris Luanach|Amaris]]: ===<br /> A Satyr that appeared after Lusters disappearance. Seems to be a doctor, or therapist of sorts. I likely will not go back to their tent.<br /> <br /> ==Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares:==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> ===Hushbringer’s lake:===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> ===The Depth:===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> ===The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> ==First Expedition:==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of [[Dothand Raki]], [[Kompi]], [[Dragonett]], [[Juno]], [[Nester Spitemore]], and [[Black Jack]].<br /> <br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> ===Malakar===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> ===Titan===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> ===Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> ===CRU Theta===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> ===Yellana Eedryll===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> ===The Pendelton Brothers===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> <br /> ==Trivia:==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> *Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> *Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> *Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> *Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> *Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> *Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the [[Dragonscale Virus]], and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19916 2023-05-05T15:49:05Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> &lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) <br /> <br /> ==== The War of the Forged: ====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> === &lt;s&gt;Mr. Jim Stacy:&lt;/s&gt; ===<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. Dr. Moss has him now, hopefully.<br /> <br /> ===== Groth'Vellian =====<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> <br /> <br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> <br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ==== Tycho-Translations: ====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Goodmorning<br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad.<br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Family. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> === Luster: ===<br /> A little blue fairy that literally arrived with a dead body in tow. Seems friendly, makes a lot of sweet treats that are lovely, and tea’s that are significantly less lovely without warning.<br /> <br /> == Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares: ==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == First Expedition: ==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of Dothand Raki, Kompi, Dragonett, Juno, Nester Spitemore, and Black Jack.<br /> <br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts ===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> === Malakar ===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren ===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> === Titan ===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> === Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> === CRU Theta ===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> === Yellana Eedryll ===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> === The Pendelton Brothers ===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19915 2023-05-05T05:24:55Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> &lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) <br /> <br /> ==== The War of the Forged: ====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> === &lt;s&gt;Mr. Jim Stacy:&lt;/s&gt; ===<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. Dr. Moss has him now, hopefully.<br /> <br /> === Groth'Vellian ===<br /> A Minotaur who claims to be Mr. Stacy's older adoptive brother. He seems kind, and doesn't seem to understand his own strength. Him and Mr. Stacy seemed to have rough housed, and Groth had kept Mr. Stacy's prosthetics from childhood. Although Groth seems aware of Dr Moss and their relationship with Mr. Stacy, he seems to believe Mr. Stacy is actually dead... Which means my hopes may be in vain. Despite this, Groth had been kind enough to give me a Rune of Protection before my first expedition, and had offered to travel to the caverns in order to read anything written in Giant. Groth occasionally begins talking about Mazes, and seems almost transfixed on this as a topic.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> <br /> <br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> <br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ==== Tycho-Translations: ====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Goodmorning<br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad.<br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Family. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> === Luster: ===<br /> A little blue fairy that literally arrived with a dead body in tow. Seems friendly, makes a lot of sweet treats that are lovely, and tea’s that are significantly less lovely without warning.<br /> <br /> == Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares: ==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == First Expedition: ==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of Dothand Raki, Kompi, Dragonett, Juno, Nester Spitemore, and Black Jack.<br /> <br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts ===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> === Malakar ===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren ===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> === Titan ===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> === Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> === CRU Theta ===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> === Yellana Eedryll ===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> === The Pendelton Brothers ===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19914 2023-05-05T05:16:43Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> &lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently. <br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> Reedy has openly shown an interest in Sabbatical, and I gave the best advice I possibly could that they take their relationship gradually.<br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls. (Including Infernal and Draconic, I think.) <br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> Lambda was diagnosed with Depression, just like me! He had also helped me come up with a plan to give Nassir a gift, however I fear I may simply have to resort to a non-alcoholic version of Netra'gal (which may be good for Nassir at this point, if he keeps drinking as heavily as he has been.) <br /> <br /> ==== The War of the Forged: ====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> === &lt;s&gt;Mr. Jim Stacy:&lt;/s&gt; ===<br /> &lt;s&gt;Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training.&lt;/s&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;s&gt;Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to killing people for a living, Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better- Besides, It feels wrong not being honest to him. according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> He's gone. It doesn't Matter what I write about him. No one wanted to give him a chance. Dr. Moss has him now, hopefully.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His second favorite color is green.<br /> <br /> <br /> Believes in the ‘Gods’  Ba’jur, Ara’nov, Aliit, Tycho’a, and Tych’alor, however these are closer to beliefs and ways of life than gods.<br /> <br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back large prey. Nassir had also gone into detail of he and his Brothers 'Blooding.'<br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of.<br /> <br /> ==== Tycho-Translations: ====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Good heart<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Goodmorning<br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad.<br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?” <br /> <br /> '''Kyramud;''' Type of person (Insult to Mr. Stacy.) <br /> <br /> '''hu’tuun:'''Type of person, (derogatory) (Insult to Mr. Stacy.)<br /> <br /> '''Ni su’cuyi, gar kyradyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum;''' &quot;Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”<br /> <br /> '''Akay haar kyr''': until the end<br /> <br /> '''Aliit'''; Family. Also one of the ‘gods’<br /> <br /> '''Agyk;'''  Pet<br /> <br /> '''Epar jahaala''': Eat Well/Feel better<br /> <br /> '''Lek;''' Yeah/Yes <br /> <br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> '''Alor;''' Hierarchy role in Clan- voted in by a council of elders <br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> === Luster: ===<br /> A little blue fairy that literally arrived with a dead body in tow. Seems friendly, makes a lot of sweet treats that are lovely, and tea’s that are significantly less lovely without warning.<br /> <br /> == Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares: ==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == First Expedition: ==<br /> 05/01/23<br /> <br /> Dear Besha,<br /> <br /> Being sent on our first expedition, more things had gone poorly than we had anticipated.<br /> <br /> Those traveling with me on this expedition had consisted of Dothand Raki, Kompi, Dragonett, Juno, Nester Spitemore, and Black Jack.<br /> <br /> Upon being hired by The Collector- A man in an owl mask that had occasionally hooted at us- then talking to Cookie and boarding our skiff, we had been given a fairly straightforward mission. <br /> <br /> Our group had been given a key as well as a map, told that we would be traveling past the Great Scar, towards a plateau where a cavern had been formed, within which is where our prize had lain. The Collector wished for us to find the first edition of the Cosmos Compendium, an incredibly common textbook in most universities catering to magic and it's uses. (A notably odd request, but it makes sense for the first edition to be sought after.) Upon landing on the other side of the Great Scar of Amusa and beginning our trek through the forests, I had lit my staff to act as a guiding light for party members who hadn’t had excelled vision in low light conditions.<br /> <br /> After a few hours of travel going into the night, We had spotted a fire a distance away, and I had extinguished my light. Some of our members snuck off in order to investigate, and observed the other group without alerting them. Kompi reported that Theta-- Rather, 'Looks like Lambda, not Lambda,-- had been among the members; Ultimately, hearing of Theta's presence is the main factor that had led me to the decision to speak with them. Many of my party members had been hesitant. The strangers had extinguished their fire and approached us, and many of my party members had resorted to hiding. Me and one other waited to be greeted, waiting to see what had been in store. Their apparent leader- Jack of Hearts- had claimed that their group consisted of Nine; Himself, Two Pendelton Brothers, Malakar, Wren, Titan, Tini, CRU Theta, and Yellana Eedryll, 4th Knight of the Court of Seasons. <br /> <br /> They had managed to steal a map and key from us, despite the members carrying such items still being hidden. This implies that they knew exactly where hidden members had been, despite them being entirely hidden. We had managed to catch up with them before they had gotten to the Cavern, which had a multitude of already triggered traps, as well as both Primordial (Which Kompi stated had said ‘Sky, the Fallen’ and ‘Earth’s Cave, Tar-are-us.’)  as well as Giant runes, that had reacted and glowed a blue tint as I held Groths’ rune of protection up to them. Kompi had found a Behil scale at the mouth of the Cavern. We entered a main room with a two hundred foot drop, the Compendium in the center, embedded in a stone pedestal, and the other group. We had fought briefly, before the Behil had made itself known as a threat by killing off one of the two brothers. We continued to fight, despite the danger, and thankfully, no one had perished. We found common enemy, and both groups had chosen to slay the Behil. We made a deal with the other group that they may keep whatever gold they found, so long as we kept the book. Jack of Hearts wished us the best with the Collector, and told us to tell him they wished him well. The other group simply left, Titan, Theta, Wren, and Yellana all aware of their connections to the Tempest Brothers Expedition, but unsure of the total amount of members.<br /> <br /> The Collector paid us 300 gold each for returning the book. Kompi, who had looked at the pictures within the book, has had continuous nightmares of falling since the mission, as well as continuing to speak of the ‘Creature behind the Stars’.<br /> <br /> I have made all group members as aware as I possibly can about the possibility of a threat.<br /> <br /> === Jack of Hearts ===<br /> is a gentleman(?) who seems fairly charismatic, with two rapiers and winged shoes. They wear a full face mask.<br /> <br /> === Malakar ===<br /> A spellcaster, and seems to be second in command. They wear a full face mask. <br /> <br /> === Wren ===<br /> had almost instantly quit and left upon hearing of Wiggler’s name.<br /> <br /> === Titan ===<br /> An eight foot tall brass dragonborn, with heavy scarring around his neck. We had gotten along, and even wished to remain friendly with one another outside of necessary battles. Likely Nassir’s deceased brother, Arven, seeing how he had recognized Netra’gal. Immune to ingesting some kind of drug that makes others incredibly tired.<br /> <br /> === Tini ===<br /> A friendly green kobold who is capable of healing magic. They ride on Titan’s shoulders while he causes destruction. Saved Kompi’s life.<br /> <br /> === CRU Theta ===<br /> Lambda’s brother. He is heavily damaged, has a rifle, and is practically falling apart. He stated that he had missed Lambda, however was unable to answer if he had been autonomous.  The Sixth day of the Fifth month, in the year 710 is his creation date.<br /> <br /> === Yellana Eedryll ===<br /> Nearly died. She is tenacious, however stated that she couldn’t face Yewvane after what he had done. Fights with a Greatsword.<br /> <br /> === The Pendelton Brothers ===<br /> Two had died, after one was eaten by a Bahir and the other was shot in the back of the head by Theta while they attempted to flee. Spoke of having other brothers.<br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19906 2023-05-05T03:02:28Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> &lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> ==== The War of the Forged: ====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, &lt;s&gt;his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident.&lt;/s&gt; Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, &lt;s&gt;Typically launching three at a time.&lt;/s&gt; He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back prey. <br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of it.<br /> <br /> ==== Tycho-Translations: ====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Said, followed by Good heart?<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Goodmorning<br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad.<br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?”<br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> === Luster: ===<br /> A little blue fairy that literally arrived with a dead body in tow. Seems friendly, makes a lot of sweet treats that are lovely, and tea’s that are significantly less lovely without warning.<br /> <br /> == Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares: ==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19905 2023-05-05T03:01:00Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> &lt;spotify&gt;https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0b3xLDxAzF5wgoVAhgMry2?si=7e897e88c79d4762&lt;/spotify&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> ==== The War of the Forged: ====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, &lt;s&gt;his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident.&lt;/s&gt; Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, &lt;s&gt;Typically launching three at a time.&lt;/s&gt; He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back prey. <br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of it.<br /> <br /> ==== Tycho-Translations: ====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Said, followed by Good heart?<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Goodmorning<br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad.<br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?”<br /> '''Mesh'la'''; beautiful <br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> === Luster: ===<br /> A little blue fairy that literally arrived with a dead body in tow. Seems friendly, makes a lot of sweet treats that are lovely, and tea’s that are significantly less lovely without warning.<br /> <br /> == Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares: ==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

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<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> ==== The War of the Forged: ====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, &lt;s&gt;his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident.&lt;/s&gt; Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, &lt;s&gt;Typically launching three at a time.&lt;/s&gt; He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back prey. <br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of it.<br /> <br /> ==== Tycho-Translations: ====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Said, followed by Good heart?<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Goodmorning<br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad.<br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?”<br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> === Luster: ===<br /> A little blue fairy that literally arrived with a dead body in tow. Seems friendly, makes a lot of sweet treats that are lovely, and tea’s that are significantly less lovely without warning.<br /> <br /> == Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares: ==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> *After deciding to change her stats from point buy to roll, Her body was found with tendrils of black smoke surrounding her….This had caused more concern than I had foreseen, however, it managed to work out. Now she's actually journaling her dreams, rather than simply remembering them.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19606 2023-04-27T01:24:01Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters’ Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;  <br /> <br /> Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment from their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer to help me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They’ve displayed being worried for Sneeze, and will occasionally take bounties for coin.<br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear. <br /> <br /> <br /> Doesn’t really know too much from their past. His earliest memory is being in the home of a kenku druid. Their name was Talyth, and according to him, Wiggler says he was almost eaten by fey birds before he saved them. He lived there for most of his life, under Talyth’s watch and care. Eventually, he made Wiggler his suit that “protected him from the birds” so Wiggler wouldn't have to rely on him everyday. Mentioned that now they can weave tapestries, and showed off an unfinished piece. Wiggler can use nature magic, which lets him Wild Shape into a cat or shark. Most other spells involve worms or wiggling, however Wiggler seems to hold back to the off putting nature of his magic. It's been almost three years since he was awakened. A few months after, Talyth disappeared. Claims that the Feywilds are fun, but eventually lost favor with most of the other druids due to his naivety. He left over half a year ago on his own behalf. Stated that “Talyth seemed to be the only person who understood and truly cared for me.&quot; <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however&lt;/s&gt; Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw, and explained the history they have with their pet, and how the current version is unfortunately a separate entity than the original. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even when doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won. A fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. &lt;s&gt;I should check on him…&lt;/s&gt; Lambda Seems to have been incredibly stressed the last few days, after receiving news of Miss Lorrie Haslo’s latest findings- He has been wandering into a nearby field, which reminds him of where his brother had been buried, as well as had what one can only describe as a melt down as he literally overheated due to so many variables coming into play all at once. He’s terrified of being seen as a monster, but I find it hard to believe anyone could hold his actions against him. <br /> <br /> ==== The War of the Forged: ====<br /> When Asked, Lambda recounted the War of the Forged, year 744. This war had led to an uprising of war forged against their makers, wherein the war forged goal was to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. Amusa had been less affected, however some parts of Troverth’s Warforged Program had desired their own agency. Lambda had believed these war forged to be traitors, however his brother Theta had managed to convince them otherwise. Theta had begun to show signs of being autonomous, and a group of adventurers had decided in that moment to put Theta down, for lack of better words. They had then turned to Lambda, who had no choice but to run.<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, &lt;s&gt;his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident.&lt;/s&gt; Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, &lt;s&gt;Typically launching three at a time.&lt;/s&gt; He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him. Mr. Stacy, when working for the drow, had been set up on a six week covert mission to kill a female Eladrin. He failed, and fell in love instead. She had stabbed him in the back, after discussing how they would run away together. Eedryll’s eyes apparently look just like hers. Mr. Stacy had perished, however was brought back by Dr. Moss. When he awoke, he was first greeted by Dr. Moss, and the corpse of the woman he loved.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss, finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin, followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area for ten minute long intervals. Sabbatical also has noted a possible 'infatuation' towards me, coming from Idi, Nassir, and Lambda (Reedy voted for Lambda,) However as far as I'm concerned, all of these are easily explained as making new friends.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. Has two younger siblings, twins.  An almost 6 foot tall puffin with arms. Keeps a charm weaved into his plumage in the shape of an 8-pointed star. States: <br /> <br /> “It is well known that a bird who cannot fly is considered a thing of numbered days,”  Before going into a story about one of two younger sisters, Taurlin. Taurlin is a bird with what appear to be ‘ever frosted white wings’, who had been born without the ability to fly. Having a flightless offspring is apparently of great shame in his culture, due to past migratory patterns. During a flight test, she was unable to get herself into the air, and that failure had Finnegan’s clan tell them to clip their wings, to simply mark her as a commoner. Teeneah, the other sister, had been the youngest flyer, and had refused to fly if this clipping were to go through. Unable to fly, his sister turned to books, and now crafts prosthetics for those who may need them.<br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and &lt;s&gt;I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya.&lt;/s&gt; Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise&lt;s&gt;, is unknown, and&lt;/s&gt; honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> I’ve snapped at him twice now, and both times he’s forgiven me. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. I would join them at the temples, however I fear Beshaba’s wrath if I were to walk into a different holy place. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware and I do not believe he is able to swim. He owns a house that is somehow connected to the Fae. Sneeze overall is incredibly friendly, and dare I say compassionate. When he drinks Caffeine, he becomes weirdly Well-spoken.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost. Falls asleep on my lap with ease, so I think that means they trust me.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. They’ve seemed to improve in fighting since then, Taking on Nassir and hitting them fairly hard, nearly defeating the other. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan and how they create Blood Marks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. <br /> <br /> Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding. <br /> <br /> After some orange peel flinging had gotten out of hand, the group inn-members had decided to go to a nearby bathhouse. Nassir had taken to throwing me into the water, but otherwise we had a good time splashing one another and failing to relax.<br /> <br /> After our day at the bath house, he had described a memory of when he had been nine (year 875, Making him 27, I think?), and allowed to use proper weapons for fighting. Arven, his brother, had often been a sparring partner. After the second trial, there had been some unresolved anger, and Arven ended up putting rocks in his gloves before a fight. Their Mentor, Kurta, had stopped them, and the group of them had gone to a nearby spring that had fed their village with fresh water. They had played, despite the prior brawl, and claimed it to be one of his happiest memories, of him and his brother being able to act like children. <br /> <br /> He also shared that painting on one another with bright colors had been a celebratory custom, and often parents or partners would paint the other. He said that being an orphan, this had never happened, but also said that “It had been a long time since he’s done this” after he had painted himself varying shades of blue. I hope I hadn’t invaded any personal boundaries when I had painted his horns before, but…he never said anything, so neither will I.<br /> <br /> His clan has trials, the second of which being to bring back prey. <br /> <br /> Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I Think I’m getting the hang of it.<br /> <br /> ==== Tycho-Translations: ====<br /> Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> '''Vor entye'''; Thank you<br /> <br /> '''Ki'parjai'''; You’re welcome<br /> <br /> '''Vod'''; a brother or sister in arms.<br /> <br /> '''Ner’Vod'''; which could be an adjective, or lesser form of vod? (However that depends on using Ner under the guise of common, relating it to ‘not’ or ‘non’)<br /> <br /> '''Vor’e ner’vods'''; Thank you, my friends<br /> <br /> '''Dar’manda'''; which could be translated to ‘outsider’(Respectfully)  Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. <br /> <br /> '''Ret'urcye mhi'''; (ret-ursh-ee me); as some kind of goodnight or goodbye.<br /> <br /> '''Mir’sheb''';  (after I was teasing him, so its probably rude) Asshole.<br /> <br /> '''Gehat’ik'''; (When talking to finny about how stories are best when based off reality; “Such is the way of the gehat’ik” (Such is the way of the world? Of the story?)<br /> <br /> '''Jate’kart’a'''; Said, followed by Good heart?<br /> <br /> '''Oya'tsad''';  Hunting Party;  inner circle, or close friends.<br /> <br /> '''Cyare'''; Says this to people he cares about, (seemingly interchangeable with Vod and Ner’Vod, considering he called me all three within the span of an hour.)<br /> <br /> '''Vaar’tur'''; Goodmorning<br /> <br /> '''Netra’gal'''; Incredibly potent Booze drank during gatherings. Spicy and warm. Nassir almost chokes on it, but it wasn’t that bad.<br /> <br /> '''Tiingilar''': Food or Beverage; Spicy. Offered to make it for me sometime, since I enjoy spicier food.<br /> <br /> '''Vii'dar'''; Some kind of spice his brother used to put in his food in excess<br /> <br /> '''Haashun'''; sweet food from his home; Mooncakes reminded him of it.<br /> <br /> '''Su'cuy gar'''; Estimated “For fucks sake,”(Being interrupted by Paris Hilton) <br /> <br /> '''Bo’tenn''' leaves; Used to relax before battles, or during hardships.<br /> <br /> '''Taung'''; …war? Fight? Battle?<br /> <br /> '''Ni aalar kaysh aaray'''; “That poor soul?”<br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> === Luster: ===<br /> A little blue fairy that literally arrived with a dead body in tow. Seems friendly, makes a lot of sweet treats that are lovely, and tea’s that are significantly less lovely without warning.<br /> <br /> == Marion's view of Beshaba and her Nightmares: ==<br /> “Beshaba is the goddess of Misfortune. The opposite of luck. I turned to her a few years ago for answers of why I had such a terrible stroke of luck, and...I never really got any. I was just wandering through an old library when I met her. She said that if I worshiped her, my own life wouldn't be as pathetic, and...those who were cruel to me would occasionally find themselves meeting Karmatic Justice a bit quicker than normal. After a few months of worshipping her, and- well, being taunted, more than anything, A few of my school bullies got into accidents. One of them died. One went missing and was never found...I stopped looking into them, once they stopped bothering me. I don't know what happened to any of them after that- Another quarantine had started in my city. When I asked her how to worship her properly, she just laughed at me- And... That's when the nightmares got really bad. She claims my dreams, showing me whatever she'd like, putting me through anything she could imagine...But I like to think of them as lessons, more than anything. Teaching me what I need to learn...How to fight without being strong, I suppose. Sometimes I'll hear her laugh...She's always around, causing something to go wrong.<br /> <br /> Besha is my friend. She... She's the only one who listened to me, for years. I tried talking to other gods- They...They don't want someone who barely knows magic. They want someone strong. Capable. I was never that, Until Besha...I couldn't betray that. I... tried to make friends for years, Sabbatical. I was called a demon, I... I had people carve nooses into my desk, and I was called lifeless daily. Even my parents called me Marion, because the teachers wrote it on official papers to them. Beshaba... She's the only person I could talk to, while being fully honest. She told me secrets, so I had a choice to help people, and...She let me pick my own path, Sabbatical. And now I'm here, and... this is the happiest I've been in a very long time. Yeah- It...She's A little scary. Um... I mean, Shes very pretty. She has white hair, and... A tiara of black pearls. She...has yellow eyes, and pinprick pupils. Shes almost as pale as I am- She... She's pretty angry usually. Everyone likes her sister more, and she hates it- People say that they're lucky even when Tymora has nothing to do with it. As for her voice...? It's... nice. When she laughs, it's a terrible taunting kind of laugh, though. She knows that something bad is going to happen, and...Sometimes all you can do is laugh. As for being tired after meeting her? Um... Well, I'm Usually tired in the mornings, considering the nightmares...She isn't super chatty, but, honestly, I would be concerned if she spent all her time hovering around me.  She has followers all over the world- If she just followed me around all the time, I'd... be concerned that something terrible were going to happen. Symbols or images? Oh- Um... Dice, I suppose. She's tied to fate... and Antlers. I Don’t know much about altars or clergies. There weren't any in [[Rwendia]], But she told me that I would find one when the time was right. Of course, I'm sure when I find one that nightmare's won't be how she has me worship her.&quot;<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> In another conversation with Reedy and Sabbatical: <br /> <br /> <br /> “Beshaba knows what my choices are, before I even make them. I mean... she's watched  my reactions to whatever she's wanted to- she probably knows my motivations better than I do...I'm... I'm almost sure that I'm just entertainment for her. It's not that my agency doesn't matter...I don't have any. if I wasn't content with that...what would I do? Everyone has a streak of bad luck- it's inevitable.  It's part of day to day life...I would be insane to scorn Besha. If I did that, she'd make my nightmares a reality. She'd ensure that anyone I ever called my friend came to hate me- she'd ensure my horns were sawed off and put on someone's wall as a mantelpiece, and I.... would be alone again. No magic. No power. Just...me. It would be just me, and a very spiteful god.<br /> <br /> Fate. That's all I know. That's all I've come to believe. Without luck, good or bad, everyone is content. I don't want to live my life simply being content, but... I have no control over it. Have you never had a close call, Reedy? That's the hand of Luck. They don't care about worship- they're here to make sure things change, for better or for worse. Fate is everywhere, else... there's a standstill. I... I'm happy being Beshabas infatuation for my lifetime, if that means my friends are safe for theirs.”<br /> <br /> ———<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in [[Rwendia]].<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19380 2023-04-16T18:37:41Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city once again, as it had returned continuously, and inevitably led to more Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling covered in an array of tattoos of constellations and different animals, the most prominent tattoos being a dragon and the moons' phases. Reedy believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunter's Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot; Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment to their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer helping me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical. <br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They seem to hold back from discussing such topics in front of a group. <br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear.<br /> <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about,&lt;/s&gt; however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from the Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls.<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. <br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state, During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> When referring to our spar, Lambda Stated, I have &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even in situations where doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won, however a fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far. I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. I should check on him…<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, &lt;s&gt;his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident.&lt;/s&gt; Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, &lt;s&gt;Typically launching three at a time.&lt;/s&gt; He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other tiefling girls to a sauna. Offered to supply wine, and even supplied dates, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind a fiend to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss (Valid), finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others they've met here to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin. This was followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him. They seem to see friendship as a bidding token, more than an actual status, and even used the term in order to appear more trustworthy in this situation. In the event of needing to elaborate on this, I don't think that Sabbatical would understand that my view of friendship means stopping everything if needed in order to protect the ones I care about, and rather sees it as a token that anyone could achieve. They've already made it more than clear that we are not friends in that sense.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. <br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise, is unknown, and honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan (Tycho?) and how they create Bloodmarks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I’m too embarrassed to ask about them. Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> Vor entye Means Thank you, and Vod is their word for a brother or sister in arms. Called me a “dar’manda”, which could be translated to ‘outsider’. Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. Said  Ret'urcye mhi as some kind of goodnight, or goodbye. Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding.<br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> == Beshaba’s Nightmares: ==<br /> Loud. Will likely give me nightmares again.<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in Rwendia.<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

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<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior around strangers, and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and had suffered homelessness after a house fire. Her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while she was still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. <br /> <br /> Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved. However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers.<br /> <br /> Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school Marion had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it.<br /> <br /> They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, often claiming the young tieflings dreams, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her-- They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city and inevitably led to Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air. Marion had also claimed victory in a spar consisting of themself, Wiggler, Jim Stacy, and Idi, despite becoming the target of all members fairly quickly.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers- One of which she had replaced with Jim Stacy's, who has offered to gift her five other daggers if they become irrelevant. She owns a shell fossil pendant from Kompi. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling covered in an array of tattoos of constellations and different animals, the most prominent tattoos being a dragon and the moons' phases. Reedy believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunter's Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot; Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment to their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer helping me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical. <br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They seem to hold back from discussing such topics in front of a group. <br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear.<br /> <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. &lt;s&gt;I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about,&lt;/s&gt; however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from the Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls.<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. <br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state, During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> When referring to our spar, Lambda Stated, I have &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, even in situations where doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but was willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won, however a fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far. I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. I should check on him…<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, &lt;s&gt;his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident.&lt;/s&gt; Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, &lt;s&gt;Typically launching three at a time.&lt;/s&gt; He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ He has however returned the gesture, offering a cigarette as well as his knife collection to me. Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. Ironic, Now has the ability to speak telepathically. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. Mr. Stacy does not take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they doesn't know how to speak the Drow language, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other tiefling girls to a sauna. Offered to supply wine, and even supplied dates, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind a fiend to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss (Valid), finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others they've met here to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin. This was followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him. They seem to see friendship as a bidding token, more than an actual status, and even used the term in order to appear more trustworthy in this situation. In the event of needing to elaborate on this, I don't think that Sabbatical would understand that my view of friendship means stopping everything if needed in order to protect the ones I care about, and rather sees it as a token that anyone could achieve. They've already made it more than clear that we are not friends in that sense.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling of Glasya, who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. <br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise, is unknown, and honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan (Tycho?) and how they create Bloodmarks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I’m too embarrassed to ask about them. Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> Vor entye Means Thank you, and Vod is their word for a brother or sister in arms. Called me a “dar’manda”, which could be translated to ‘outsider’. Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. Said  Ret'urcye mhi as some kind of goodnight, or goodbye. Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding.<br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> == Beshaba’s Nightmares: ==<br /> Loud. Will likely give me nightmares again.<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in Rwendia.<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

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<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and once she had suffered homelessness after a house fire, her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved.<br /> <br /> However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers. Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school they had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms.<br /> <br /> Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it. They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her. They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city and inevitably led to Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling covered in an array of tattoos of constellations and different animals, the most prominent tattoos being a dragon and the moons' phases. Reedy believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunter's Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot; Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment to their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer helping me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical. <br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They seem to hold back from discussing such topics in front of a group. <br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear.<br /> <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from the Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls.<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, as doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but is willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won, however a fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state, During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> When referring to our spar, Lambda Stated, I have &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. I should check on him…<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. <br /> <br /> Now has the ability to speak telepathically. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. They Don't take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they don’t know how to speak Drow, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind a fiend to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss (Valid), finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others they've met here to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin. This was followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him. They seem to see friendship as a bidding token, more than an actual status, and even used the term in order to appear more trustworthy in this situation. In the event of needing to elaborate on this, I don't think that Sabbatical would understand that my view of friendship means stopping everything if needed in order to protect the ones I care about, and rather sees it as a token that anyone could achieve. They've already made it more than clear that we are not friends in that sense.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling, of Glasya who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. <br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise, is unknown, and honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan (Tycho?) and how they create Bloodmarks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I’m too embarrassed to ask about them. Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> Vor entye Means Thank you, and Vod is their word for a brother or sister in arms. Called me a “dar’manda”, which could be translated to ‘outsider’. Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. Said  Ret'urcye mhi as some kind of goodnight, or goodbye. Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding.<br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> == Beshaba’s Nightmares: ==<br /> Loud. Will likely give me nightmares again.<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in Rwendia.<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

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<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and once she had suffered homelessness after a house fire, her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved.<br /> <br /> However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers. Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school they had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms.<br /> <br /> Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it. They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her. They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city and inevitably led to Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling covered in an array of tattoos of constellations and different animals, the most prominent tattoos being a dragon and the moons' phases. Reedy believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunter's Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot; Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment to their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer helping me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical. <br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They seem to hold back from discussing such topics in front of a group. <br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear.<br /> <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from the Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls.<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. <br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, as doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but is willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won, however a fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state, During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> When referring to our spar, Lambda Stated, I have &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. I should check on him…<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. <br /> <br /> Now has the ability to speak telepathically. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. They Don't take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they don’t know how to speak Drow, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind a fiend to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss (Valid), finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others they've met here to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin. This was followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him. They seem to see friendship as a bidding token, more than an actual status, and even used the term in order to appear more trustworthy in this situation. In the event of needing to elaborate on this, I don't think that Sabbatical would understand that my view of friendship means stopping everything if needed in order to protect the ones I care about, and rather sees it as a token that anyone could achieve. They've already made it more than clear that we are not friends in that sense.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling, of Glasya who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. <br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise, is unknown, and honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan (Tycho?) and how they create Bloodmarks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I’m too embarrassed to ask about them. Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> Vor entye Means Thank you, and Vod is their word for a brother or sister in arms. Called me a “dar’manda”, which could be translated to ‘outsider’. Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. Said  Ret'urcye mhi as some kind of goodnight, or goodbye. Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding.<br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> == Beshaba’s Nightmares: ==<br /> Loud. Will likely give me nightmares again.<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> <br /> == Trivia: ==<br /> <br /> * Wick didn’t want her painting on herself, and instead taught her how to weave bracelets as decoration.<br /> * Martin often took her on boating trips during her birthday.<br /> * Marion is 19, but is about to turn 20 probably. She doesn’t know when her birthday is, really, considering the adoption, or if human age and tiefling age are different.<br /> * Marion was accused of being a scaleless dragonborn by the boys at school. This rumor spread like wildfire, and students began using illusionary spells to leave messages of how she should be exiled like the rest of them the dragonborn in Rwendia.<br /> * Marion simply assumes that their birth parents are alive. They’re both tieflings- It would be incredibly bad luck if they died in a fire.<br /> * Marions birth father smoked– this is how her original home burned down.<br /> * Marions Adoptive Parents may or may not believe that her worshipping of Beshaba had brought the Dragonscale Virus, and had sent her away as soon as Quarantine had opened up.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

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<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and once she had suffered homelessness after a house fire, her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved.<br /> <br /> However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers. Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school they had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms.<br /> <br /> Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it. They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her. They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city and inevitably led to Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling covered in an array of tattoos of constellations and different animals, the most prominent tattoos being a dragon and the moons' phases. Reedy believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunter's Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot; Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment to their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer helping me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical. <br /> <br /> Apparently a good cook, having been tutored by the best their father could afford, before being homeless for an unknown amount of time. Has the ability to disguise themself magically, and apparently had a fling with the Tanners wife. This isn’t the first time Reedy has mentioned messing around for fun. They seem to hold back from discussing such topics in front of a group. <br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly. All of their Magic seems to be entirely based off worms. <br /> <br /> Has the ability to shape change, seen taking the shape of a cat in order to comfort me while Mr. Stacy had been out of commission for a short time. In fighting, He summoned a worm, and mostly screamed in fear.<br /> <br /> === Paris Hilton: ===<br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> They have introduced me to their dog, Princess Platinum Paw. They claim to know six languages, and learned penmanship from the Wyndham Academy for Galvanized Girls.<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. <br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, as doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the Kobold Sneeze, but is willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won, however a fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state, During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> When referring to our spar, Lambda Stated, I have &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> He seems to be alright with allowing others to use him as though he were a training dummy, even despite the severe damage dealt to his outer plating. He is, overall, a very good friend. I worry about him, and he seems to have been fairly busy with training and the like for the last few days. I should check on him…<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, that's why he’s keeping them.’ Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Foundation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 (or four). His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. <br /> <br /> Now has the ability to speak telepathically. Incredibly talented in acrobatics. They Don't take good care of themselves, and seem to have spent days straight training. <br /> <br /> He came and spoke to me after Sabbatical had requested a private meeting, and attempted to comfort me to the best of his abilities. He’s a better friend than he realizes, I think. He came to my room, and even when I said he didn’t need to stay, he insisted, even going as far as sleeping on the floor. I understand that by being his friend, I’m risking myself, however he’s made a point of defending me when others speak poorly of me, and it’s only fair that I do the same should I have to do the same. He even taught me how to properly smoke one of his cigarettes, as silly as it had been.<br /> <br /> Used to work for a drow, claiming them to be artists at their crafts. Maybe I can ask Mr. Stacy to make a small drawing for my notebook? Has confirmed that they don’t know how to speak Drow, and simply worked with a group of professionals. He didn’t even make up a story, and simply asked me if I truly hadn’t figured it out. He then admitted to &lt;s&gt;killing people for a living,&lt;/s&gt; Being a clown, and that it had been his job for a long time. &lt;s&gt;I told him that I would simply call him a professional clown in my notes. It’s not like he’ll read them and know any better-&lt;/s&gt; Besides, &lt;s&gt;It feels wrong not being honest to him.&lt;/s&gt; according to him, I’m one of his first friends, by choice. All of his siblings had been wizards, and he doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for his past actions (Clownery). I almost feel bad that I can’t divulge anything interesting of my past to him.<br /> <br /> ===== &lt;big&gt;Dr. Moss&lt;/big&gt; =====<br /> An older Individual, Apparently had Cloned himself and in the process, had created Mr. Stacy. Has knowledge of all of our names, and likely anyone who’s sparred with Mr. Stacy’s abilities. Wishes for Mr. Stacy to be sent deep into the  Jungle, because they “don’t have the heart to fix their mistake.” Constantly observing Mr. Stacy by using the Scrying Spell, So be cautious of what is said in front of him. After taking Mr. Stacy, Sent a letter via Dimension Door, And seems to be able to cast this ability without any effort.<br /> <br /> “To Whom it may concern, <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy is recovering, and should be fit for duty within the next day or so. I will return him post haste as I do not want him in my care for any longer than is necessary. The anomalous nature of his prosthetic is however my business, and that has now been rendered neutralized. Please send him far into that jungle for me. <br /> <br /> Dr. Moss” <br /> <br /> The letter burned away after being read, So I was unable to keep it. Perhaps it’s better that Mr. Stacy doesn’t see the original, though. Hopefully Dr. Moss saw what I’m capable of, should they attempt to act as a threat. It may have been silly to show any real power, however Always being Underestimated doesn't seem like the correct move against someone like Dr. Moss.<br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind a fiend to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well. They are incredibly skeptical of Dr. Moss (Valid), finding them to be far too powerful to trust. <br /> <br /> Despite going on about how they view many others they've met here to merely be companions due to work, and even discrediting me due to my age, Sabbatical does seem to care about others to some degree. After essentially telling me that I hadn’t been a friend, and was merely a child, They had pulled me away to both tell me that I had been correct in my assessment of the Eladrin. This was followed quickly by dismissing my friendship with Mr. Stacy, warning of how he could disappear at a moments notice, and that by simply being his friend, I would risk possible death because of how his past may catch up to him. They seem to see friendship as a bidding token, more than an actual status, and even used the term in order to appear more trustworthy in this situation. In the event of needing to elaborate on this, I don't think that Sabbatical would understand that my view of friendship means stopping everything if needed in order to protect the ones I care about, and rather sees it as a token that anyone could achieve. They've already made it more than clear that we are not friends in that sense.<br /> <br /> Sabbatical writes in an encoded runic book, consisting of Celestial, Infernal, and at least one other language I don’t recognize. It seems to be nonsense. Sabbatical seems to know how to Silence an area.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling, of Glasya who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galik since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. <br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise, is unknown, and honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. The group of them often dance, sing, and enjoy life's pleasures. He smells of freshly fallen leaves, and has some sort of illumination spell. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. I think he had been the one to start dancing with me, but it may have been Olla, or both of them combined. Either way, after dancing for hours, even with exhaustion taking over, I can admit that I haven’t felt that relaxed in ages. We all had eaten honeyed apples and rejoiced, dancing until I had fallen asleep.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals. She smells of honey and flowers. Olla would happily give all her belongings to those she deems worthy, even at her own downfall.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least. Taya is kind, however we’ve had minimal one on one interactions. Eedryll states that she likes me.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to. He does not understand silverware.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to. Apparently challenged Nassir to a duel. It can be surmised that they lost.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume. They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. He seems to speak Primordial, however in combat, Jim Stacy downed him with ease. <br /> <br /> === Changeling (Name Unknown): ===<br /> A problematic individual who charmed Sneeze. Seems to have little to no control on their own magic, often creating terrible outcomes for themselves. Seems to have four forms established thus far, being a guy, a girl, a frog, and a child. They have been speaking to Kender Tassa, tricking them into believing themselves to appear like a dragon. Made note of me being uncomfortable by being related to being ‘lifeless, like a marionette.’ Mr. Stacy was kind enough to warn them off of such actions. I believe that subtle protection spells on those likely to be affected may help.<br /> <br /> === Nassir: ===<br /> A dragonborn who is taller than me- They have massive horns, and are INCREDIBLY COOL LOOKING. I tried to shake his hand, but he was too cool. He had later come up to us while I had been tending to repainting Lambda, and we discussed his home Clan (Tycho?) and how they create Bloodmarks to signify past battles. He let me paint his horns, and we talked a bit about Lambda's abilities. He seems like a friendly individual. It’s nice to be able to look someone in the eye,  without having to look down at them to some degree. Nassir seems to have little knowledge on certain customs and groups, like the fey, however I’m no different in that aspect. Nassir often uses words from his own dialect, many of which go over my head, but I’m too embarrassed to ask about them. Thus far, I’ve heard the following: <br /> <br /> Vor entye Means Thank you, and Vod is their word for a brother or sister in arms. Called me a “dar’manda”, which could be translated to ‘outsider’. Nassir stated it to be “an acknowledgement that you are not blooded in the traditions of his Clan.” He followed this up with insinuating that one day, I may be. Lambda has taken to painting my horns, which feels like a less extreme version of his clans bloodmarks. Said  Ret'urcye mhi as some kind of goodnight, or goodbye. Either way, I hope that we can be considered friends. He seems to care, checking on me after some odd behavior that I could have done better with hiding.<br /> <br /> === Tassa Brightfox: ===<br /> A naive little being called a Kender- which is not fey. Mr. Stacy claims them to be thieves, however they adamantly state against them. She is playful, and had been pretending to be a dragon when I met her, stomping about and swinging her tail. Quite childlike, but very sweet over all. Very trusting. They would love Olla, I’m sure.<br /> <br /> == Beshaba’s Nightmares: ==<br /> Loud. Will likely give me nightmares again.<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> === The Watcher: ===<br /> This dream always has a common enemy. I find myself leading a group through multiple hallways and rooms of what appears to be houses that have been pressed together unnaturally. The entity chasing us is entirely invisible, with no way to tell how close it is unless one's' eyes are closed. This is not the only entity, however; In one of the rooms, there is an easy to dodge humanoid creature crawling in circles on the floor. It is slow, and typically makes no move to attack any individual that doesn’t directly impede its movement. In this dream today however, this entity was jittering, clicking and twisting. As I attempted to move past it, it grabbed and bit me. Upon being bitten, suddenly I could see hundreds of images on the walls– all of which images had depicted a closed eye, and all of them had gradually began to open the longer we as a group had stayed in place. As the invisible entity grew closer, the images of eyes surrounding us would open, as though to view it.  I suspect this to be Beshaba attempting to teach me a lesson that what may be interpreted as an enemy may have un unforeseen use, or that what may be interpreted as an enemy may be more necessary of an ally. <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19233 2023-04-10T18:39:06Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom. She comes to Amusa from her home city, [[Rwendia|Rwendia.]]<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling. <br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> Upon arriving to help on this Expedition, Marion has opened up significantly. Greeted with open arms, it became apparent that She has little to no knowledge on Tiefling culture, the stigma against the fae, or much other history of the world around her. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and once she had suffered homelessness after a house fire, her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved.<br /> <br /> However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers. Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school they had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms.<br /> <br /> Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it. They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her. They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could with the limited information the school had on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> Living in [[Rwendia]], a terrible plague had befell the city and inevitably led to Quarantines to be put in place. This had become another factor into her failing to learn more controlled magic, and Marion had been left to only focus on what they had already been taught. After two years, as the quarantines have just begin to lift, and Her parents had jumped at the first chance to send Marion somewhere safe away from the city, unsure how the Dragonscale virus would possibly affect the young Tiefling, and unsure if her worship of [[Beshaba]] had somehow led to the sudden outbreak within their home city. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling covered in an array of tattoos of constellations and different animals, the most prominent tattoos being a dragon and the moons' phases. Reedy believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunter's Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot; Reedy seems to be attached to an unknown Tiefling named Helli, and during our spa trip, had mentioned her birthplace to simply be 'Hell', followed with the clarification of 9th level, Nessus. Despite their life in hell, their father, an elf, taught them to praise a god(?) named Corellon, who helps them Mark prey, move quickly, and deflect elements. They seem to have a severe detachment to their mother, wanting nothing to do with her. Seems to believe that Eedryll is looking for more lovers to add to their heartsworn, and seems to dislike the idea of having a lover during the course of the expedition, stating their previous relationship to be an 'entanglement' of sorts. Was kind enough to offer helping me learn more about my heritage, and possibly which level of Hell I may be from, with the help of Sabbatical. <br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly.<br /> <br /> Paris Hilton: <br /> <br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. <br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, as doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the KoboldSneeze, but is willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won, however a fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> When referring to our spar, Lambda Stated, I have &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest. Has offered to help me paint my horns, like I had painted him.<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old (Or six years old?). He had been orphaned in the accident, &lt;s&gt;although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child.&lt;/s&gt; Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, thats why he’s keeping them.’ Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> Mr. Stacy Lost a fight to Lucinda, Some commander lady that I have neglected to meet so far, and Asked for a carrier pigeon because spells can be 'hacked', and he doesn't trust them. In losing, he divulged that he is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27. Dr. Moss is 'like 90', and Mr. Stacy is a failed recreation of this doctor, however an Anti-Fountation member had thrown a fireball at him when he was 6 or so. His adoptive family died in the accident, and he had been brought back to the foundation and bounced between multiple homes, due to the fact that he had been severely scarred and still has issues using the mechanical limbs. <br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare. Sabbatical offered to assist me with finding my place from Hell alongside Reedy. They seem to be wealthy enough to rent out an entire section of a sauna, and during our talk, revealed that they work with Legal issues to some degree, mentioning that they lead prosecutions. They come from somewhere with many Tavern, Theatres and opera houses. Sabbatical comes from Hell, Plegethos specifically. Sabbatical learned by studying on their own, and underwent rigorous tutoring under their mothers supervision. They state that they typically use magic for simple mending of pages. Sabbatical also, almost religiously, checks their food for poison, due to the fact that food in Abriymoch is typically laced with addictive substances. <br /> <br /> Sabbatical also is very protective of their 'Real' name, as apparently True names are a serious weakness among fiends. By knowing their true name, you can bind it to your will. She claims that a true name being revealed is more private than actually being in the nude. It's apparently a heritage thing, that I should have known about. Offered to write a contract about sharing secrets with me, as well.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling, of Glasya who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical. Punctual, and well spoken. Enjoys People watching, and going to taverns, however they are in charge of setting up field stations and organizing recruits. Went to a magic school for a number of years, focusing on illusionary magic. They've lived in Galick since they were young, and their mother is an elf. Has not been able to go back to hell since they originally left.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. <br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise, is unknown, and honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, The Feast of Summer ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Folly of Spring ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume.They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. <br /> <br /> == Beshaba’s Nightmares: ==<br /> Loud. Will likely give me nightmares again.<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree, making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> <br /> === The Depth: ===<br /> This dream often begins with me walking with someone I refers to as a friend. We're outside, and we walk out towards this sandstone desert. While walking, we come across these small, narrow caves that seemingly wind and twist deep into the world. Eventually, we find a small, metal built research station with two individuals inside. They seem nervous about telling us what they're studying, however my friend is incredibly excited to explore. Against my better judgement, in order to keep them happy, I accept the researchers offer to give us a tour. They guide us through a decontamination, and down endlessly long, uneven stone stairs that lack any sort of railing. As we descend, we are brought into this massive, perfectly carved square of a room. There are lab tables, and seemingly tests actively running, however I notice the distinct lack of anyone else. The only person here seems surprised to see us, and simply stares at us as the two researchers guide us down more naturally formed caves. These caves continue to narrow, and all at once, we find ourselves squeezing between stone just to continue, only to slide into the darkness with no way to return to the surface.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Jim_Stacy&diff=19207 2023-04-09T20:10:27Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=affiliation|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=mrstacy.png|caption=caption|relatives=Adopted Daughter: Marion Ette|languages=Common|alias=Mr. Stacy,|marital=|birthPlace=|deathDate=|deathPlace=|species=Human|gender=Male|height=5'9|weight=|eyes=}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is Marions temporary Adoptive Father, controlled by the Player Satch. These Notes are as written, From Marion:<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Mr. Stacy is a brunette Human Man, who wears a trenchcoat filled with dozens of knives. He owns a crowsbow as well, and has multiple prostetic limbs that had mysteriously been lost in some kind of accident. The accident in question is one, or none, of the following:<br /> <br /> A fire ball.<br /> <br /> A shark.<br /> <br /> A run in with a Cannibal.<br /> <br /> Bees.<br /> <br /> Birth defect.<br /> <br /> Cut them off to escape capture.<br /> <br /> Polar Bear.<br /> <br /> Cut them off to evade poison.<br /> <br /> Zombie Bite.<br /> <br /> &quot;They just stopped working one Day.&quot;<br /> <br /> Werewolf attack.<br /> <br /> Didn't want to be caught Red Handed.<br /> <br /> Was Disarmed during a fight.<br /> <br /> A god of memory needed something to remember him by.<br /> <br /> A group of fae used them for fertilizer.<br /> <br /> They've always been metal<br /> <br /> Landmine.<br /> <br /> Tiger attack.<br /> <br /> Fed the meat to orphans. <br /> <br /> Meteor from Space hit him.<br /> <br /> A tree fell on him.<br /> <br /> Lighting Strike.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Mr. Stacy doesn't like physical contact, but does really like killing people. He occasionally shows affections to those he considers &lt;s&gt;friends.&lt;/s&gt; Harmless. Mr. Stacy has certain habits that he reverts to, and will happily lay claim to specific chairs. When unable to fulfill these little rituals, he becomes annoyed from the inconvenience. He's a smoker, and claims that it reduces stress. He has a distinct distance for people who are in a position of power over him, or act as though they're his better.<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> Mr. Stacy is incredibly Mysterious, However what is known is that he lived in a monastery for most of his life after being orphaned, and is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27.<br /> <br /> Mr Stacy likely came here in order to hide from some sort of warrant for a felony, and has been witnessed committing at least theft since their arrival to the city.<br /> <br /> It is also known that he has a distaste for the Eladrin, having a bad run in in his past, however he does enjoy the fae-wine.<br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Probably Common.<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Jim Stacy has been proven to not only be incredibly stealthy, but also an expert with thrown weapon fighting. Marion has accurately described his method of fighting to &quot;Not be incredibly likely to hit, but when he does, one will feel as though a house had fallen on you.&quot;<br /> <br /> ==Attacks and Weapons ==<br /> The prosthetic of one arm can shift into a crossbow, So Jim Stacy literally always has a weapon at hand.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Jim_Stacy&diff=19206 2023-04-09T20:01:28Z

<p>Silentdarknes: Ur welcome satch</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=affiliation|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=mrstacy.png|caption=caption|relatives=Adopted Daughter: Marion Ette|languages=Common|alias=Mr. Stacy,|marital=|birthPlace=|deathDate=|deathPlace=|species=Human|gender=Male|height=5'9|weight=|eyes=}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is Marions temporary Adoptive Father, controlled by the Player Satch. These Notes are as written, From Marion:<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Mr. Stacy is a brunette Human Man, who wears a trenchcoat filled with dozens of knives. He owns a crowsbow as well, and has multiple prostetic limbs that had mysteriously been lost in some kind of accident. The accident in question is one, or none, of the following:<br /> <br /> A fire ball.<br /> <br /> A shark.<br /> <br /> A run in with a Cannibal.<br /> <br /> Bees.<br /> <br /> Birth defect.<br /> <br /> Cut them off to escape capture.<br /> <br /> Polar Bear.<br /> <br /> Cut them off to evade poison.<br /> <br /> Zombie Bite.<br /> <br /> &quot;They just stopped working one Day.&quot;<br /> <br /> Werewolf attack.<br /> <br /> Didn't want to be caught Red Handed.<br /> <br /> Was Disarmed during a fight.<br /> <br /> A god of memory needed something to remember him by.<br /> <br /> They've always been metal<br /> <br /> Landmine.<br /> <br /> Tiger attack.<br /> <br /> Fed the meat to orphans. <br /> <br /> Meteor from Space hit him.<br /> <br /> A tree fell on him.<br /> <br /> Lighting Strike.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Mr. Stacy doesn't like physical contact, but does really like killing people. He occasionally shows affections to those he considers &lt;s&gt;friends.&lt;/s&gt; Harmless.<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> Mr. Stacy is incredibly Mysterious, However what is known is that he lived in a monastery for most of his life after being orphaned, and is here under the orders of a &quot;Dr. Moss,&quot; The Director of Operations from site 27.<br /> <br /> Mr Stacy likely came here in order to hide from some sort of warrant for a felony, and has been witnessed committing at least theft since their arrival to the city.<br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Probably Common.<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Jim Stacy has been proven to not only be incredibly stealthy, but also an expert with thrown weapon fighting. Marion has accurately described his method of fighting to &quot;Not be incredibly likely to hit, but when he does, one will feel as though a house had fallen on you.&quot;<br /> <br /> ==Attacks and Weapons ==<br /> The prosthetic of one arm can shift into a crossbow, So Jim Stacy literally always has a weapon at hand.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:Mrstacy-ai.png&diff=19205 2023-04-09T19:39:13Z

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Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19181 2023-04-07T20:18:11Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom.<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and once she had suffered homelessness after a house fire, her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved.<br /> <br /> However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers. Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school they had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms.<br /> <br /> Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it. They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her. They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial. This includes notes of her journeys, Notes of other characters she's met, as well as notes of her dreams and nightmares from Beshaba.<br /> <br /> === Reedy: ===<br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings' fathers, however my dad’s name is Martin. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunter's Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however most likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda. <br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot; <br /> <br /> === Wriggler: ===<br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention of eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;) <br /> <br /> Apparently fought with Sneeze, and lost terribly.<br /> <br /> Paris Hilton: <br /> <br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seemed to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately it seems like others are somewhat put off by her. I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently. Tried to bring me on an impromptu shopping trip because I was apparently the best dressed person in the room, which I appreciate, however it had been a bit overwhelming.<br /> <br /> === Lambda: ===<br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guaranteed to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently my drawing is stashed inside his chest cavity. <br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot; <br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself. Lambda is completely waterproof, and paint sticks to him exceptionally well. He isn’t very good with lying, as is expected from a robot, however he doesn’t seem to realize when to stop speaking, as doing so only makes things worse. This is very prominent with the Eladrin. Lambda doesn’t wish to fight the KoboldSneeze, but is willing to attempt to throw a fight in order to make the Kobold Sneeze believe he’s won, however a fight was entirely avoided and a friendship was forged.<br /> <br /> Describes an adventurer named Lorrie Haslo, who seems to be a close friend; He was buried for over 100 years in an inactive state,During the Dragon wars. She managed to find where he was and reactivated me. After being ambushed by a group of Dragonborn, he bought time for his brothers until one hit him over the head and deactivated him. Lambda was built to kill Dragon born, when crusades were at their most volatile. Many of his directives have been reset.<br /> <br /> I saw a letter that Lambda had been writing to Lorrie on details about the expedition. He refers to me as a close friend, as well as discloses some of the other members that he’s met thus far.<br /> <br /> When referring to our spar, Lambda Stated, I have &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself.<br /> <br /> I will begin Writing letters back home, as Lambda does. It’s only fair to my parents. Lambda has been seen after running for 24 hours straight, being at less than 25% battery. Using Shocking Grasp seems to give him a boost, however he does need to rest.<br /> <br /> === Mr. Jim Stacy: ===<br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs that seem to be made for those who are warforged, his original limbs lost to a shark in some kind of accident. Lost to a fireball when he was four years old. He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy is indeed real, and raised him. He mentions something called Mechanicus. <br /> <br /> <br /> He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. He is incredibly sneaky, able to pass into and out of rooms undetected. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend. He has gotten both a bracelet, and a shell necklace from me. He promptly left both times after receiving the gifts, even stating ‘[he] hates them, thats why he’s keeping them.’ Jim Stacy seems to be a chronic liar, however little glimpses of truth can often be seen in his art. I’ve seen two paintings of his, one being of a woman, through a crack in the wall, and the other being him sitting on a bench watching a group of children on a playground. He stole some poor woman’s scarf today. Jim Stacy seems to have had a bad run in with the fae at some point, heavily disliking the Eladrin. <br /> <br /> === Sabbatical: ===<br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me? Seems to have an incredibly intensive training routine, and enjoys reading books of high quality, however poorly written books can be excused. They seem to be strong, however have stated that they would prefer to avoid fighting, and would happily fight in less reputable and fair fashion. Sabbatical recommends using magic in order to sleep better at night, without dreaming, however with my luck, I’d be trapped in a never ending nightmare.<br /> <br /> === Arcane ‘Arc’: ===<br /> I don’t know much about Arc- Another tiefling who was invited to ladies night at the sauna. Seems similar to Sabbatical.<br /> <br /> === Finnegan Warbler: ===<br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep. Wards away the nightmares. <br /> <br /> === Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons: ===<br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned, seeming to represent Fall. Eedryll gave me probably the sweetest apple I’ve ever eaten. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affection other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not it's healthy relationship wise, is unknown, and honestly I would be able to provide little insight on. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiosity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets? <br /> <br /> Eedryll has proven to care for the others fiercely, refusing to let anything happen to the group of them. It had been somewhat touching to see such genuine worry for his lovers. He’s a bit scary when he’s upset, however doesn’t seem to let anger override his abilities. He is incredibly kind, and would never put his lovers through suffering on purpose. He ensures that all of the others enjoy my company, which is reassuring. <br /> <br /> ==== Ojai, Summer’s Folly ====<br /> Seems to be standoffish, wanting simply to go home. Had been offered the chance to be a knight, however turned this down in favor of being Eedrylls lover. Often is only wearing a flower crown, and seems closest with Olla. Very honest about his feelings, and won’t hesitate on making very direct eye contact. Probably not a hugger, but if Olla likes him, I assume there’s some kind of soft spot that he doesn’t let on to. I saw them holding hands when we had fed the orphans, and he smiled when Olla kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He took the blame for their outing, according to Eedryll, he did this because he had been embarrassed. Ojai was kind enough to give me a flower crown. According to Eedryll, he’s an incredibly competent fighter, however would much prefer to enjoy life and avoid resorting to violence. Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals.<br /> <br /> ==== Olla, The Spring Folly ====<br /> Incredibly kind, and almost more sweet than Eedryll. I don’t know how anyone could wish harm on this woman, and when offered snacks, she and Ojai brought me to feed orphans. I don’t know what better people could physically exist than this. Kind, Gorgeous, and sweeter than honey. Definitely the type to hug, and maybe kiss both your cheeks when excited. Apparently somewhat naive, considering how much Eedryll worries about them.  I intended on taking full blame for the fact that they had been in town, even if it is just to lighten whatever punishment is in store for them from both Taya and Eedryll, However Ojai took the blame first.  Seems to have the ability to Charm individuals.<br /> <br /> ==== Taya, Shieldmaiden of Winter ====<br /> An incredibly scary woman who is cold as ice. Would probably break me in half for looking at her wrong. Doesn’t even soften when called ‘Love’ by Eedryll, and a nickname like that would melt my heart. I don’t believe I would survive being in a room alone with Taya, as I think the amount of cold shoulder would literally freeze me to my core. Still, She is very pretty, and apparently incredibly talented as a Bloodhunter, whatever that may mean. She managed to track the other two down with relative ease, at least.<br /> <br /> === Therrin Flame: ===<br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Paylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had said that it had been fine. Unfortunately met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered.  Seems fairly young, and is far too bright in the morning. Is incredibly devout to Paylor, and wakes up too early. <br /> <br /> === Sneeze: ===<br /> Sneeze is a loud little kobold, however he seems a bit sad. Sometimes, he’s a bit difficult to understand, however it seems that his siblings had bullied him quite a bit, and he had lived underground the majority of his life. Despite being taken advantage of dozens of times, he attempts to hold his head high, and looks to be respected. He’s terrified of being seen as weak, and will do anything to protect himself that he is able to. He feels that he must be strong, or else he will never be able to prove that he is strong. He is not a child, nor is he stupid. It’s best to ask if he wants to initiate things like being carried or hugged, as he likely struggles with maintaining a sense of control of the world around him, due to his upbringing as the ‘runt’ so to say. Sneeze sees surrendering as a sign of weakness, and weakness may be considered a dishonor to his ancestors, which he cares deeply about maintaining the status of. When upset, he can grow about a foot taller, for some reason. <br /> <br /> Despite all of this, Sneeze seems to be incredibly kind hearted, and will make both a strong ally and friend. He enjoys Reedy’s pet, Daq, as a friend and playmate.  Enjoys being read to.<br /> <br /> === Kompi: ===<br /> A pale little kobold with striking red eyes. Has a fascination with magic, and is incredibly skilled at finding fossils. They Enjoy being Tall. Surprisingly skittish, for a kobold. Enjoys being read to.<br /> <br /> === Obsidian: ===<br /> Odd Individual who goes by Ida. They were kind enough to lie me out of an impromptu shopping trip, and showed me their notes on some kind of unnamed Lost city. They have an axe that they’ve claimed after an unfortunate deal with a god, able to make it disappear and reappear in thin air. They’re a Warlock who has a pact with the Raven Queen, A goddess of Death. They made their bond after their adoptive parents had perished (I should really write a letter…)<br /> <br /> Seems to have a connection to Lorrie Haslo, as the expedition they had been on when their parents passed had been theirs. Neither Ida or the Raven Queen has fulfilled either end of their deal, however both seem to be lively enough, I assume.They don’t seem to enjoy talking about the Raven Queen, and refutes their pact as ‘worship’. <br /> <br /> == Beshaba’s Nightmares: ==<br /> Loud. Will likely give me nightmares again.<br /> <br /> Beshaba gives me the same dreams, over and over again. They're good dreams, at the beginning. I learn houses, and figure out tricks that no one else in the dream knows about...I try to save everyone, and all is well- but at some point... it's not a good dream. Something has been let free, and... it's hunting me. And... I have to remember everything I learned in order to escape it, and keep everyone safe. It's like a puzzle. It's not quite a nightmare, but... Beshaba has been playing tricks lately, and didn't let me prepare this time.<br /> <br /> === Hushbringer’s lake: ===<br /> Its a place I dream of often. You start off following a guide, leading you down a path and into jungle. The guide will always hush you, as the lakes are at the bottom of a mountain. If you speak too loudly, the rocks will fall, and splash you with water. There’s a massive tree, and dozens of ponds with the smallest of paths between each one. Under the surface of the water, you see things crystal clear. Mushrooms, that would be as tall as this tavern, and jellyfish, floating along... You have to stay quiet though, because the water will burn through your skin like acid. Well... the tour guide always leads us up to the tree in the middle. It has a sign, naming the place, and wooden rungs nailed into it. She always tells us to climb the tree, but I was always afraid of falling into the water. Something massive had begun climbing down the tree,making this horrible noise that caused rocks and people to fall- and... then I woke up.<br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Silent&diff=19173 2023-04-06T16:42:03Z

<p>Silentdarknes: Adding the Found Story</p> <hr /> <div>'''Silent''' is a divine Arbiter of Death rising to prominence in the continent of [[Isonhound]]. They possess great power over souls and assist souls moving on after death.<br /> <br /> &lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;Good. Not because I had to be, but because it helped the people. I ensured a good dragon lived, I ensured a body was brought properly to their final resting place, not because I had to, but because it was mercy to their souls.&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;infobox&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;infobox-title&quot;&gt;{{PAGENAME}}&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;infobox-image&quot;&gt;[[File:Silent.Beta.png|center|thumb|You see a God looking down at you. They offer you a small deck of cards, and ask if you'd like to play a game.]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> {{{caption1|}}}<br /> <br /> &lt;table&gt;{{#if:{{{domain|}}}|&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;th&gt;Domain&lt;/th&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;|&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;th&gt;Domain&lt;/th&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;}}{{#if:{{{aliases|}}}|&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;th&gt;Aliases&lt;/th&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Minor God of Death&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Silent&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Nin&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;|&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;th&gt;Aliases&lt;/th&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Minor God of Death, &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Silent, &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Nin, &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;}}{{#if:{{{alignment|}}}|&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;th&gt;Alignment&lt;/th&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Neutral Evil&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;|&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;th&gt;Alignment&lt;/th&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;Neutral Evil&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;}}{{#if:{{{epithets|}}}|&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;th&gt;Epithets&lt;/th&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;The Twilight Angel, The Hand of Mercy, Fate Reader&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;|&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;th&gt;Epithets&lt;/th&gt;<br /> &lt;td&gt;The Twilight Angel, The Hand of Mercy, Fate Reader, The Quiet One&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;}}&lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> == Background ==<br /> There are many gods in this realm, however, death is far too vast to be overseen by only one. Silent has hundreds of kin, each with their own followers and personal beliefs of how death should be used. Once powerful, Silent has lost many of her personal believers after being bound to [[Yggwilv's Hut|Yggwilvs' Hut]] for years as nothing more than a pet and trophy. Yggwilv had been cruel, keeping Silent on the brink of starvation for centuries before deciding it best to keep the god alive with as little to feast upon as possible. Many of the souls she had reaped of men whom died on the battlefield that Isonhound had been built upon have been forgotten because of this starvation, and she holds almost no memory of the days before her capture.<br /> <br /> After years of this, finally a group- some of whom had defeated [[The Green Stag]] in exchange for three wishes- had wandered into the dancing hut, and had been able to hear Silents voice. Once they had invoked their name, Silent was once again able to materialize into this realm. As they spoke over the course of three days, [[Delphi]] had eventually decided to use their final wish to free Silent from the witches control, and now sees Silent as their Patron, setting a very hungry God into the realm of Quelmar.<br /> <br /> == Physical Appearance ==<br /> Silent is a tall, hooved being with a near white streak in their bangs. They have sparse, feathered wings and a skeletal ribcage, and two sets of horns that form a crown and halo-like appearance. They wear a covering over their lower face, and are often seen shuffling a deck of 22 tarot cards, the rest of which have been misplaced and re-found multiple times, as well as inviting unassuming mortals into a dice rolling game of sorts. They have been seen to conjure an ornate, carved scythe out of seemingly thin air in order to attack as needed. They seem to travel in between the planes of existence, and when they choose to manifest, they will tear a skeletal hand into the realm, with black shadows typically bleeding into the normal realm. They have been seen leaving their black to white ombred feathers behind as they slip back into the fold, and often this is the only thing left to prove that they had made an appearance. <br /> <br /> ==Worshipers==<br /> As Silent has returned to Quelmar, so has their worship. After recovering from their time in Yggwilv's Hut they were once again able to bestow blessings and divine power unto their most dedicated of worshipers. Around [[Isonhound]] small alters have begun to spring up, carved by those whom she has reached out to across the land. Two of the most prominent alters can be located in [[Seglock]] as well as [[Musso]] where the residents converted to the worship of Silent after surviving an attack by the Crimson Terror, [[Flame]]. Even with contention rising regarding their return, Silent has still been successful in beginning to once again establish their faith. There has been other groups alluded to have been devoted followers of Silent, such as The Whispered Reapers, however these cults had dispersed and shifted their views greatly after Silent's sudden disappearance from the realm. <br /> <br /> Notable followers of Silent include: [[Delphi]], [[Hugo Clarion]], and [[D'Kacilius Venrai]].<br /> <br /> == Storybooks Dedicated to Silent ==<br /> <br /> === Book 1 ===<br /> Once Upon a time, Long ago, there was a princess.<br /> <br /> The Princess was smart, and kind, and very pretty, as all good princesses are.<br /> <br /> Sadly, this princess had been fighting a terrible war, against a very, very evil queen.<br /> <br /> The evil queen wanted to rule the princesses' kingdom for herself, and wanted to get rid of the princess.<br /> <br /> The princess wasn't afraid, though, because her kingdom loved her, and her armies trusted her.<br /> <br /> She also had two very strong knights that had advised her, and who would never betray her.<br /> <br /> One of her knights  was cunning, and was charismatic as they had been trusted.<br /> <br /> The other knight thrived in battle, and only truly felt alive while fighting their war.<br /> <br /> The princess and her two knights had become close friends over time. <br /> <br /> Because of this, the evil queen knew she would never beat them.<br /> <br /> So the queen made a plan.<br /> <br /> The queen decided she needed help.<br /> <br /> Deep in the woods, late under the cover of darkness, The queen risked her own safety and traveled by horseback.<br /> <br /> She called out to the moon, In order to gain attention of a powerful sorceress.<br /> <br /> The sorceress answered, pleased to be given a challenge after many years.<br /> <br /> &quot;I suppose I'll stop those knights,&quot; the witch said, without asking for anything in return.<br /> <br /> And the Sorceress traveled to the battlefield itself, barely seeming to react to the fight around them.<br /> <br /> The brutal knight had been so focused on their battle, he hadn't even noticed the woman simply standing there.<br /> <br /> The cunning knight had seen the witch, however.<br /> <br /> She watched the unfazed being, and became all too aware of her intentions. <br /> <br /> &quot;Mighty Spellcaster! What brings you to the frontline?&quot; The knight shouted, making her comrade aware of the strangers presence.<br /> <br /> The spellcaster only smiled, and watched.<br /> <br /> The cunning knight knew they wouldn't be able to fight the witch.<br /> <br /> They moved between the witch and her blood covered ally, and spoke. &quot;Run along, now.&quot;<br /> <br /> The words weren't only for the witch, and they all seemed to share this knowledge.<br /> <br /> In a moment, the Fighter had bolted.<br /> <br /> The Witch Laughed.<br /> <br /> The Princess Cried, and watched as the cunning knight spread their wings, and the witches spell bound to them. <br /> <br /> That knight, now trapped, had at least saved their friends.<br /> <br /> The Furious knight and princess, still together, never searched for their friend.<br /> <br /> There had been a war, and The Cunning Knight was simply a Causality. <br /> <br /> === Book 2 ===<br /> Not found.[[File:Symbol Silent.png|thumb|Silent's Religious Symbol]]<br /> <br /> ===Tenets of Worship===<br /> '''I believe in freedom. Shackles should not be forced upon others. '''<br /> <br /> '''I believe that death is what allows others to grow. '''<br /> <br /> '''I believe in not wasting those desecrated. I will take care of what others cannot.'''<br /> <br /> '''I believe death is natural, and constant.'''<br /> <br /> == Personality ==<br /> Silent is an almost playful being, although often will show annoyance with having to take care of things their self. They are incredibly sarcastic, though enjoy giving card readings to those who will listen to them. They lived quite some time being cared for by the witch in the dancing hut, scolded for talking and often left to sing for larvae that Yggwilv had kept. <br /> <br /> To those who follow, worship, and/or are recipients of Silents power often see a particular facade of Silent. Though they are not necessarily a deceitful god, nor puts on a particularly strong mask, they do present themselves in a particular way to their followers. They seems to a bit more sarcastic and teasing, often goading adventurers with their lack of knowledge about various situations. They seem to try and separate the group out, to instead talk to each person individually. By doing this, they can get a read on everyone and determine how to speak to them and convince them in a more tailored and individualized way. They are fairly manipulative, but never in a distinctly evil or malicious way. They know how to read people and use that to their advantage in conversations. They also often use allegories, allusions, and veiled references to help people see hidden truths within themselves. Silent also enjoys playing games, especially tarot, to help reveal these truths within people. <br /> <br /> Silent has spoken of many ways in which they've kept the souls reaped, often likening the process to consuming the essence of a person. After much pushback of the people, the god finally elaborated on the process in which they consume and store souls within their bones, and in turn, within their realm. Few beings have witnessed the majesty of her realm, however an assumed alter of the Whispered Reapers has been depicted within D'Kascilius' Soul-Scape. Adorned with both food and bone, four podiums had stood around the carved depiction of a skeletal hand gripping their scythe. The Whispered Reapers have branched out into many groups over the course of the thousand years she had been missing, although the stories that have survived often depict a shadowed realm, where the only light emanates into a cemetery, where collected memories and trinkets may be displayed. <br /> <br /> Silent has gone out of their way to make promises to certain followers to imbue their souls into objects of importance to the individual, and even has promised those who do not worship them, that Silent will be the one to guide them to their rightful god. They do show favoritism to those who maintain banter with them, often enjoying the back and forth, however will become annoyed with those who act as though they are higher than death itself. Because of this, they are quite fond of the Fae, even showing that they enjoy the company of other god's presence. Silent has made it clear that they would happily work in conjunction to other gods, although will back down quickly if a divine custody battle were to take place. Currently, they seem to be in good standing with the God of Curiosity, [[Dysian]] as per [[Linden Rue|Linden]]'s good word, however they have been tied to other Gods of Quelmar, Including Nerull, The Raven Queen, Ellistree, and Lolth, with varying reputation between them. Currently, Silent seems to do their best to simply keep their head down and name unknown amongst larger gods.<br /> <br /> == Abilities ==<br /> Silent, as a god of death, has a wide variety of divine (and anti-divine) abilities. However, being Tasha's pet for such a prolonged period of time along with losing most of their followers, has severely weakened their powers. However, they are slowly working on regaining followers and having more people in Quelmar invoke their name. Since the five who traveled to [[Yggwilv's Hut]] came and invoked Silent, they have regained the ability to physically manifest in the material plane, along with simply willing creatures to just die. They also possess the ability to aid or prevent adventurers from making and/or failing their death saves and continue to mention the heed of the Dragon Flame that they've claimed. Silent has been shown inflicting and making others weak to necrotic damage on numerous occasions, as well as shown the ability to phase through physical objects with ease. When prayed to for a minute, a follower will often feel closer to their god, allowing Silent themself to become more attuned to the waking world and able to better interact with it. <br /> <br /> == Those who've Invoked Silent ==<br /> Silent currently has fifteen beings that have directly invoked their name, and one who had been reaped by Silent. <br /> <br /> The first of eight, being [[Delphi]], [[Durian]], [[Ensign]], [[Herneldo]], and [[Cynthia]]- These five traveled to [[Yggwilv's Hut]] to receive the reward from slaying the Green Stag. When they first arrived, said witch was no where around. Silent took this as an opportunity to talk to these five unfortunate souls first, and convince them to invoke their name. During their stay in the Hut, a few of them took the opportunity to play a tarot game with Silent. During these games, they were given chances to speak with Silent in a more free manner. Because of this, they grew closer to the god, especially Delphi. At the end of the three night stay, Delphi decided to use her third wish opportunity to request Silents' freedom, which was granted by the witch. <br /> <br /> After the main headquarters of the Greedy Green had been built in Seglock, Delphi was quick to build an altar to their new patron. Five others, including [[Cynthia]], had decided to interact with this before their quest to the fiery gates, allowing for Silent to aide in the unfortunate path they had taken. Karl Anders had unknowingly offered a sacrifice of wine, pouring one out to Silent while Aesir had played a song for them. [[Joshua&amp;sa=D&amp;source=editors&amp;ust=1655665259202324&amp;usg=AOvVaw3VW4fhIy2BR9Cpre-G0XJF|Joshua]], after refusing to take sides until the very end, had finally asked for mercy and invoked their name. [[Cyan&amp;sa=D&amp;source=editors&amp;ust=1655665259226523&amp;usg=AOvVaw3TkVgm0bmjjK87E7tH7-lu|Cyan]] had been offered a deal multiple times, yet refused to invoke Silent, insisting that &quot;A god who needs a contract to save someone is not a god worth worshipping.&quot; Instead, they had learned that whether you worship them or not, Silent will only profit from ones death. <br /> <br /> [EDIT: @blaise and @cheezydank's characters] <br /> <br /> == Silent Connections ==<br /> Through a unique arrangement, a curious feywild god named [[Dysian]] allowed a curious harengon Life Cleric named, [[Linden Rue]] to form a special divine connection to this mysterious death demi-goddess without surrendering her soul. This connection will remain in the afterlife (for more details read Linden's insights below).<br /> <br /> == Delphi's Insights ==<br /> [[Delphi]] was one of the first five adventurers to invoke Silent's name after staying in [[Yggwilv's Hut]] and delivering the Green Stag head. During these events, Delphi and Silent often played the god's 22 Tarot Card game. Because of this, Delphi grew closer to Silent, and Silent in turn pointed out some things in Delphi that the dragonborn didn't want to admit within herself. Mainly, it was pointed out that Delphi had more power in herself than she cared to admit, and that she was allowed to make selfish decisions to benefit herself rather than always thinking about others. During the three-night stay, Delphi found herself reflecting on their conversations. When the time came to make the final wish, she caved, and wished for Silent's freedom. In return for this wish, Silent agreed to be bound to Delphi in a patron relationship, and help Delphi hone her arcane abilities.<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Karl Anders]] has heard of this Silent. After using a fancy looking table to hold his drink, he started hearing a voice in his head calling herself Silent. She seems to think he signed a contract, but Karl doesn't even know how to spell his own name. She seems well enough as a person. Although she did encourage him to break a big alter and it exploded on him so he's not so sure.<br /> <br /> == Hugo Clarions's Insights ==<br /> Silent came to [[Hugo Clarion]] on the field of battle against the great Red [[Dragon]] [[Flame]]. What Silent made to him was a promise, that all are equal in death. It was much the same belief that Hugo found in the flame. With the signing of a name the deal was struck. He saw that the death arbiter could be aloof sometimes and permitted the actions of others that some may consider unsavory, but still beyond it all he could see what Silent represented. All death is inevitable. No man, dragon or titan is beyond such universal truths. From this death is what can be made new life. This is what Hugo stands for in Silent's name. An ideal a value, a promise, in their name.<br /> <br /> == Linden Rue - &quot;A Life Cleric's Insights on Death&quot; ==<br /> Silent courted [[Linden Rue]] for some time, tempting her to 'come play' and become her &quot;pet Life Cleric,&quot; and as much as our little harengon life cleric loves a good romp with Death, Linden, however, found herself skeptical at first. Silent was described to her (by her own followers and later her own admission) as a Demi-God who &quot;eats&quot; souls. In Linden's understanding &quot;eating&quot; souls is done by beings who seek to consume their essence to increase their own power thusly annihilating the soul from existence by using up its energy. Most death god/desses Linden encountered prior were shepherds or save havens for souls and would abhor the destruction of one of Life's gifts. Linden also noticed how Silent's followers were excessively eager to kill and deliver souls to the hungry Demi-Goddess of death as if compelled to do so to reap some rewards from their patron. All of this seemed dark and smacked of evil intent. Her first introduction to Silent's existence was when witnessed one follower deliver the soul of a child innocent that was killed by a poison from an altered goblin during the Seglock battle. Shortly after some of her followers were prowling around the makeshift hospital her and her guild [[Band of the Iron Hawk|The Iron Hawks]] put up and were maintaining after an attack on Seglock and &quot;delivering souls.&quot; Linden posited that the dead ones had no choice, and even if they gave a choice to the dying, how many would refuse? Surely this was manipulation or at the very least taking advantage of these poor souls in their time of need. Consent is of the utmost importance, and it seemed these souls were not being given a choice. All of this seemed bad *very* bad... <br /> <br /> Linden though has never been one to rush to judgement, for the moment, she was keeping a cautious distance by refusing to say the deity's name and instead gifting her the moniker of &quot;The Quiet One&quot; to avoid accidently invoking the demi-goddess. It was during this time she heard [[Tristram Caniedydd|Tristram]] in debate with the goddess and decided to ask her some questions of her own and get some straight answers since the followers didn't really seem to be good at providing them. Here the first glimpse of the real truth of this divine being was revealed. Silent explained to her that she does not annihilate souls, she keeps them, they become a part of her. Furthermore, Silent shared with Linden that she began this when she witnessed death occurring with no one to remember the lost souls and took it upon herself to save them and remember them. Furthermore, she was, at least for a time, willing and able to give the gift of allowing living people to visit these souls and gain closure. Linden then learned that if Silent is ever destroyed all the souls within her will also be put to an end which is the only true way they'll be annihilated. Hearing this newer compassionate side of the supposedly dark and evil Demi-Goddess made our life cleric pause and began to give consideration that there may be more to this being than she seems. <br /> <br /> Linden's opinion was further changed when she witnessed the Goddess being directly involved in the search for two lost sheep of hers. There was an air of genuine concern emanating from this powerful being. That seemed very strange and moving as she had witnessed no other deity be so deeply involved and concerned. There is usually an air of aloofness in deities with some never responding to their followers at all. Linden did take into account that the Silent had mentioned she didn't feel the souls when they first fell down the rabbit hole (as it were). So, it could still have been her concern was that someone took food from her mouth. Linden warmed more to Silent preferring to focus on the positive, however, still kept herself reserved due to the chance that she was just concerned her dinner went missing. <br /> <br /> Linden and the goddess had some conversation, but much stayed the same for a while until Linden was called in by a fellow guild member to assist one of Silent's followers with a spiritual dilemma. This ended up being a wild adventure of trapsing through the follower's brain or soul... or whatever you call it (soul scape she believes). She did her best to help and witnessed Silent stepping in to assist albeit in a mysterious kind of way. Silent contractually ensured her followers and Linden were protected from the dark beings roaming the gem dragon's noodle. Again, Linden took into account that Silent was possibly gaining a demon, devil, draconic soul, along with her follower's soul so there was something to gain by helping, though, she did not have to grant Linden protection. At the end of this, the follower was still mentally broken and fled into the night. Silent once more offered a place for Linden provided the life cleric promised her soul the death goddess but Linden told Silent she could never give her, her soul as its already dedicated to her curious feywild god [[Dysian]]. <br /> <br /> Linden opened a therapy stand with the slogan, &quot;feelings are hard, talk to the wise white rabbit,&quot; and sure enough the aforementioned addled gem dragonborn Silent follower returned, slipping her a letter to meet him outside of town as he was still in quite a bad way. Linden is always one to help, even if this crazy fellow threatened to stab her with a soul stealing sword (that would deliver her soul to silent provided he actually successfully killed Linden - again consent is an issue here) at their first meeting. She realized quickly that the not so gentle dragonborn man's condition was dire and that some divine help might be required, so, she called upon Silent to aid her follower in his time of need and the demi-goddess appeared. During the initial conversation (after Linden poked the demon bear and angered him) Silent teased the demon stating that she'd &quot;be honored to escort Linden's soul to her god&quot; and this really struck Linden. The goddess wanted Linden to join her, though Linden still refused, Silent was going to ensure her safe passage to her god. This really changed everything and allowed Linden to see her with new eyes. The goddess was not saying this to woo Linden, it was merely to tease the beastly one. Through much back-and-forth progress was slow to end the follower's madness until both Silent and Linden found themselves swept up into his soul scape once more. Here a great battle was taking place with the devil and demon standing among a field of bloody and torn corpses. Being a bit nervous Linden stepped closer to the divine being accompanying her and in her kindness Silent protectively placed a wing behind the shaken rabbit to ensure she shielded her from any harm. This impressed Linden a great deal because there was no reason for Silent to protect her, Linden is not a follower of this divine being (and had refused her many times) and so was owed nothing from her. Throughout the harrowing ordeal, to save the follower Silent ensured Linden felt safe and protected. Once all seemed resolved and they found themselves back on the material plane once more and as this divine being had physically manifested to aid this process Linden did not miss the chance to wrap the dark terrifying death goddess in a warm love filled hug of appreciation (much to Silent's surprise). Linden feels everyone deserves love, no matter how fiercely terrifying their countenance may be. <br /> <br /> Linden later presented to goddess with a gift, to aid a lost soul, because &quot;all souls should be remembered&quot; and there was no other way for Linden to set the soul, or at least it's memory, if that's all that was left, free. After sitting with her positive kind interactions with this goddess Linden sought council from her god Dysian and in his curiosity he was intrigued at his little life cleric's new divine friend and though he would not deliver Linden's soul he allowed her to pursue the &quot;dance of life and death&quot; being satisfied in the poetic beauty of their connection. He instead allowed Linden to offer Silent the ability to have a connection to Linden in the afterlife, where Linden can enjoy a presence in both places being free to travel from one to the other as she wishes. Silent could also call upon her to visit should she desire such if Linden is away, but Dysian would not allow Linden's freewill to be taken from her by binding her to this deity and so gifted the allowance for a connection instead. <br /> <br /> Linden reached out to Silent and as deities always seem be one step ahead, she teasingly quired Linden about Dysian being willing to share Linden with her. With a grin Linden shared the offer her god had given and Silent happily agreed to the arrangement. Silent then graciously gifted Linden with more strength and power as an exchange for the memory Linden had previously offered her freely in kindness. The two had a heartwarming conversation and Linden brought unconditional love, warmth, and joy into the chilled darkness that has surrounded this compassionate being for so long. A rabbit light in a dark place. <br /> <br /> And so, a new journey begins, Linden with two deities connecting with her and Silent with her new &quot;pet rabbit Life Cleric&quot; happily hopping at her side. <br /> [[Category:Into the Greedy Green]]<br /> [[Category:Deities]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19161 2023-04-05T17:56:34Z

<p>Silentdarknes: I forgor Therrin</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom.<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and once she had suffered homelessness after a house fire, her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved.<br /> <br /> However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers. Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school they had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms.<br /> <br /> Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it. They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her. They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Reedy:'''<br /> <br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings fathers. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda.<br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Wriggler:''' <br /> <br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention on eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;)<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Paris Hilton:'''<br /> <br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seems to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately is seems like others are somewhat put off by her. I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Lambda:'''<br /> <br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guarantied to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently has my drawing stashed inside his chest cavity.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Mr. Jim Stacy:'''<br /> <br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs, his original limbs &lt;s&gt;lost to a shark in some kind of accident.&lt;/s&gt; Lost to a fireball when he was four years old. He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy in is indeed real, and raised him. He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable of whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Sabbatical:''' <br /> <br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me?<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Finnegan Warbler:''' <br /> <br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons:'''<br /> <br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affections other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not its healthy relationship wise, is unknown. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiousity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets?<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Therrin Flame:'''<br /> <br /> Another Celestial Warlock, seeming to worship Peylor. They're very protective of their job as a healer, even healing me after I had stated being fine. Unfortunatly met me after a fight, where Besheba was watching over my shoulder the entire time. I had underperformed, and even my own healing abilities had suffered. <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=19160 2023-04-05T17:42:09Z

<p>Silentdarknes: Big writing about her rp chat experiences</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom.<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day. She has a split tongue, being a Devil's Tongue Tiefling.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a reserved exterior and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. When growing stressed, she can often be seen tapping her fingers together in a frantic counting fashion. She finds the idea of being underestimated appealing, and is ever worried about giving away too much, or disappointing those around her. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and once she had suffered homelessness after a house fire, her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved.<br /> <br /> However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers. Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school they had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms.<br /> <br /> Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it. They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her. They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter. After many of the bullies from their school had sudden and inexplicable accidents, they decided the best course of action would be to send her with a capable group into the center of Amusa, so that she may find a sense of self and perhaps grow as an individual. Having been raised by humans, her knowledge on Tiefling history is limited, however a terrible curiosity had led her to read everything she could on the Underdark. <br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them. Marion has been seen sparing with Reedy, where they had vanished in thin air.<br /> <br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> ==Notes on Others, In Character:==<br /> The following can be found in her journal, written in Celestial.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Reedy:'''<br /> <br /> A red Tiefling, believes Asmodius is all tieflings fathers. Friends with Helli. Has a severe distaste for anyone who isn't Daq, her pet, or another tiefling. 21 years old. An exceptional Bow user, who almost never misses their shots after forming a Hunters Mark on her prey. Their arrows will be covered in acid or poison by Daq in a typical fight. Close range combat has been unseen, however likely still hurts. She's been nice enough, buying me a drink after the fight, and accepting a small claw necklace from Kompi. A strong ally, but A stronger foe. Seems to be nervous about fighting Lambda.<br /> <br /> As noted from Lambda: &quot;Reedy is a great threat when kept at range. Her melee capabilities are unknown as of now. Truthful about skilled fighting up close.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Wriggler:''' <br /> <br /> A suit of armor that is filled with worms. Unknown origin, but likely fae. Enjoys offering the candied corpses of themselves as a way to act friendly. I haven't spoken to them, but they've been seen to throw gummy worms at people in retaliation. I was advised not to eat fae food, but even if I hadn't been, I have no intention on eating a gummy worm from this thing. I feel like eating one would open a whole new Can of Worms. ;)<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Paris Hilton:'''<br /> <br /> Honestly, I had no idea that we would have the incredibly famous Paris Hilton here, on this trip! She seems to like me, and called me pretty at some point. She won't let me smoke, but unfortunately is seems like others are somewhat put off by her. I haven't met her dog yet, which I'm a little sad about, however Just meeting her is an honor at this point. She's almost always wearing pink, and she can somehow speak emoji fluently.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Lambda:'''<br /> <br /> An informative droid, giving mostly correct assessments from what I can tell. He doesn't seem to account for when an individual is thinking of another, (ie, Me wanting to paint him what he would most enjoy, rather than what my preference would be) However this may be because of his unit many years ago. He has a blaster, which he is willing to give to a kobold for some reason. He seems to have had siblings, and despite statistics being everything he stands for, he believes in the Luck sisters. He's a decent at range fighter, although he had lost to Mr Stacy. He seems to have become sentient, and occasionally does do things that would be considered bids of attention. He seems to want to be friends, and currently is the only one guarantied to call me by the correct name. He had the following inputs about my own combat, which will be useful for improving, however dangerous if told to the wrong people for any reason. Currently has my drawing stashed inside his chest cavity.<br /> <br /> Stated, &quot;Powerful magic abilities, including invisibility. With your electrical grasp, this can be a very powerful combination if the enemy is not expecting it or is preoccupied. You can also take far more damage than my original calculations suggested. Correct idea to close into melee against a ranged opponent [Reedy], however she was prepared when you came out of invisibility. It is very difficult to improve your magical accuracy, especially when your opponents will vary so wildly, and perhaps should an attack miss, seek cover against the ranged attacks.&quot;<br /> <br /> I will continue to utilize Lambda in order to improve myself, as well as assist in combative assessments on others. Unfortunately, Mr. Stacy has already blocked information on himself.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Mr. Jim Stacy:'''<br /> <br /> Jim Stacy is a human that wishes to be seen as mysterious as well as threatening. He can often be found in the corner painting, or napping. He has has beautifully crafted prosthetic limbs, his original limbs &lt;s&gt;lost to a shark in some kind of accident.&lt;/s&gt; Lost to a fireball when he was four years old. He had been orphaned in the accident, although it is unknown why someone sent a fireball at a child. Whether this story is true or not, it seems that the Monastery that had taken Mr. Stacy in is indeed real, and raised him. He frequently smokes cigarettes and cigars alike, and offered one to me as a gift of friendship. In fighting, Mr. Stacy has dozens of knives that he'll throw, Typically launching three at a time. He isn't incredibly likely to hit, however when he does, it hits hard. He also has a crossbow attachment, equally as deadly. He's a little bit awkward, dislikes physical touch. For some reason, when seeing me hug Lambda, immediately challenged him to a spar. Grew incredibly awkward when I had offered him a token of friendship myself, so it's questionable of whether he has any friends at all that he wasn't actively attempting to befriend.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Sabbatical:''' <br /> <br /> Another tiefling, analytical. Invited me and some other girls to a sauna. Is offering to supply wine, which I've never had before. Seems to deeply dislike things that do not go according to plan. Also has a notebook-- I wonder what she's written about me?<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Finnegan Warbler:''' <br /> <br /> An odd little bird who greatly dislikes the fae. They often play music, and at night, their lullabies help me sleep.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Sir Yewvane Eedryll and his Court of Seasons:'''<br /> <br /> Alright, So they're a bit pompous of a group, but they're not terrible! They're all very pretty, and Eedryll himself seems well intentioned. Apparently, the group has no problem treating Eedryll like a king of sorts, and I've seen almost no affections other than pet names towards an angry sounding woman named Taya. Most of them seemed annoyed more than anything, but they're all apparently in some sort of Harem. Whether or not its healthy relationship wise, is unknown. He provided human foods to share, and seems to enjoy watching fights as entertainment. Eedryll himself kept complimenting me, although Taya was rather insulting, I think, about how 'we as mortals would wither.' I'd love to talk to them more, just out of curiousity. Maybe I could make some of them bracelets?<br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Beshaba&diff=18975 2023-03-24T20:01:23Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_god|affilliation=Chaotic Evil|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=besh-sym.jpg|caption=An unexplained grotesque shadow with faint maniacal laughter|domains=Trickery|alias=Beshaban ;<br /> Lady Doom ;<br /> The Maid of Misfortune ;<br /> The Maid of Misrule ;|plane=Barrens of Doom and Despair}}<br /> <br /> ''*Note: This page does contain a conglomerate of information from both the Thieves Guild as well as the Forgotten Realms Wiki.*''<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} (&lt;small&gt;pronounced: /bɛˈʃɑːbɑː/ ''be-SHAH-ba)''&lt;/small&gt; '''appears as a young, tall, slim, and beautiful maiden with a wild mane of pure white hair. The god is pale, had a small waist and voluptuous shape. Her pale skin is countered by flushed hues of blue and violet on the cheeks and throat. Beshaba's most prominent feature were her yellow-rimmed eyes that are noted to be ablaze with insanity. She is often shown adorned in a tight gown that snugly wrapped her body in pitch-black fabric.<br /> <br /> Beshaba is both beautiful and terrible to behold. She is often seen holding a pair of dice or a coin, which represent her domain over chance and fate. Her followers are known for their fatalistic outlook on life, believing that their fates are already predetermined and that nothing they can do will change their destiny. Her followers are typically those who feel that they have been dealt a bad hand in life and are looking for someone or something to blame.<br /> <br /> ==Works==<br /> Beshaba was a spiteful, petty and seemingly insane goddess whose actions often seemed random to onlookers. Her primary motivation however was jealousy, specifically towards her sister for her more favorable public reception, and so she demanded equal lip service (if not actual veneration) lest she curse the offenders. Unlike her sister Tymora, Goddess of Luck, who happily shared her gifts with her own worshipers as well as her godly allies, Beshaba hoarded her divine powers, creating a reserve. Despite her evil nature, she has been known to form alliances with other gods, particularly those who share her love of chance and unpredictability.<br /> [[File:Besh.jpg|alt=A depiction of Beshaba|thumb]]<br /> <br /> ==Worshippers==<br /> Beshaba's worship is often seen as a negative influence, as her followers tend to bring bad luck and misfortune wherever they go. However, there are some who see her as a necessary evil, believing that by appeasing her, they can avoid even greater disasters that might befall them. <br /> <br /> Beshaba was revered more out of fear than out of religious faith. Her doctrine stated that bad luck befell everybody and the only way to avoid it was by worshiping her. She was renowned for being spiteful and malevolent, and her priests manipulated common folk into revering and providing for them by acting mysteriously and playing on morbid fears. Her clerics offered an entreaty for their spells and made sacrifices of alcoholic beverages such as burning brandy or wine. <br /> <br /> Clerics of Beshaba pray for their spells at midnight. Immediately before doing so, if at all possible, they must make an offering to the Lady by setting fire to brandy, wine, or spirits while uttering the name of the goddess and dipping a black antler tine into the mixture. Burning one's fingers slightly in doing so is looked upon favorably. A second prayer similar to the first must be made to Beshaba each night outside under a dark sky. If a member of the clergy is forcibly confined, at least a prayer during the hours of darkness is expected to be attempted. The nighttime offering is a personal prayer for guidance, and the goddess often answers it with nightmare visions later in the evening.<br /> <br /> Devotees of Beshaba mark every Midsummer with wild revels of destruction and rudeness to mark Beshaba's nature as Maid of Misrule. Otherwise they ignore the calendar, holding special ceremonies upon the deaths of important clergy and when a priestess ascends to a new rank. The funeral ceremony is known as ''the Passing''. It is a rare time of dignity and tender piety among the clergy. The body of the departed is floated down a river amid floating candles in a spell ceremony designed to make the corpse into an undead creature and teleport it to a random location elsewhere in the Realms to wreak immediate havoc. Senior clergy use spells or magical items to scry from afar to see what damage is then done by the creature's sudden appearance.<br /> <br /> The ceremony of ascension in rank is known as ''the Marking''. It is a ceremony involving drum music, dancing over flames, and either branding or tattooing. The priest being promoted must bear the pain without benefit of spell or potion to ease it.<br /> <br /> == Dogma ==<br /> Bad things happen to everyone, and only by following Beshaba may a person perhaps be spared the worst of her effects. Too much good luck is a bad thing, and to even it out, the wise should plan to undermine the fortunate. Whatever happens, it can only get worse. Fear the Maid of Misfortune and revere her. Spread the message across Faerûn to obey Beshaba and make offerings to appease her. If she is not appeased, all will taste firsthand the curse that is spreading throughout Faerûn. Never falsely advise any being in how to worship Beshaba, or pay the price of being cast out and cursed with misfortune all their days.<br /> [[Category:Deities]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Beshaba&diff=18974 2023-03-24T19:54:18Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_god|affilliation=Chaotic Evil|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=besh-sym.jpg|caption=An unexplained grotesque shadow with faint maniacal laughter|domains=Trickery|alias=Beshaban ;<br /> Lady Doom ;<br /> The Maid of Misfortune ;<br /> The Maid of Misrule ;|plane=Barrens of Doom and Despair}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} (&lt;small&gt;pronounced: /bɛˈʃɑːbɑː/ ''be-SHAH-ba)''&lt;/small&gt; '''appears as a young, tall, slim, and beautiful maiden with a wild mane of pure white hair. The woman was pale, had a small waist and voluptuous shape. Her pale skin is countered by flushed hues of blue and violet on the cheeks and throat. Beshaba's most prominent feature were her yellow-rimmed eyes that are noted to be ablaze with insanity. She is often shown adorned in a tight gown that snugly wrapped her body in pitch-black fabric.<br /> <br /> Beshaba is both beautiful and terrible to behold. She is often seen holding a pair of dice or a coin, which represent her domain over chance and fate. Her followers are known for their fatalistic outlook on life, believing that their fates are already predetermined and that nothing they can do will change their destiny. Her followers are typically those who feel that they have been dealt a bad hand in life and are looking for someone or something to blame.<br /> <br /> ==Works==<br /> Beshaba was a spiteful, petty and seemingly insane goddess whose actions often seemed random to onlookers. Her primary motivation however was jealousy, specifically towards her sister for her more favorable public reception, and so she demanded equal lip service (if not actual veneration) lest she curse the offenders. Unlike her sister Tymora, Goddess of Luck, who happily shared her gifts with her own worshipers as well as her godly allies, Beshaba hoarded her divine powers, creating a reserve. Despite her evil nature, she has been known to form alliances with other gods, particularly those who share her love of chance and unpredictability.<br /> [[File:Besh.jpg|alt=A depiction of Beshaba|thumb]]<br /> <br /> ==Worshippers==<br /> Beshaba's worship is often seen as a negative influence, as her followers tend to bring bad luck and misfortune wherever they go. However, there are some who see her as a necessary evil, believing that by appeasing her, they can avoid even greater disasters that might befall them. <br /> <br /> Beshaba was revered more out of fear than out of religious faith. Her doctrine stated that bad luck befell everybody and the only way to avoid it was by worshiping her. She was renowned for being spiteful and malevolent, and her priests manipulated common folk into revering and providing for them by acting mysteriously and playing on morbid fears. Her clerics offered an entreaty for their spells and made sacrifices of alcoholic beverages such as burning brandy or wine. <br /> <br /> Clerics of Beshaba pray for their spells at midnight. Immediately before doing so, if at all possible, they must make an offering to the Lady by setting fire to brandy, wine, or spirits while uttering the name of the goddess and dipping a black antler tine into the mixture. Burning one's fingers slightly in doing so is looked upon favorably. A second prayer similar to the first must be made to Beshaba each night outside under a dark sky. If a member of the clergy is forcibly confined, at least a prayer during the hours of darkness is expected to be attempted. The nighttime offering is a personal prayer for guidance, and the goddess often answers it with nightmare visions later in the evening.<br /> <br /> Devotees of Beshaba mark every Midsummer with wild revels of destruction and rudeness to mark Beshaba's nature as Maid of Misrule. Otherwise they ignore the calendar, holding special ceremonies upon the deaths of important clergy and when a priestess ascends to a new rank. The funeral ceremony is known as ''the Passing''. It is a rare time of dignity and tender piety among the clergy. The body of the departed is floated down a river amid floating candles in a spell ceremony designed to make the corpse into an undead creature and teleport it to a random location elsewhere in the Realms to wreak immediate havoc. Senior clergy use spells or magical items to scry from afar to see what damage is then done by the creature's sudden appearance.<br /> <br /> The ceremony of ascension in rank is known as ''the Marking''. It is a ceremony involving drum music, dancing over flames, and either branding or tattooing. The priest being promoted must bear the pain without benefit of spell or potion to ease it.<br /> <br /> == Dogma ==<br /> Bad things happen to everyone, and only by following Beshaba may a person perhaps be spared the worst of her effects. Too much good luck is a bad thing, and to even it out, the wise should plan to undermine the fortunate. Whatever happens, it can only get worse. Fear the Maid of Misfortune and revere her. Spread the message across Faerûn to obey Beshaba and make offerings to appease her. If she is not appeased, all will taste firsthand the curse that is spreading throughout Faerûn. Never falsely advise any being in how to worship Beshaba, or pay the price of being cast out and cursed with misfortune all their days.<br /> [[Category:Deities]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Beshaba&diff=18973 2023-03-24T19:47:25Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_god|affilliation=Chaotic Evil|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=besh-sym.jpg|caption=An unexplained grotesque shadow with faint maniacal laughter|domains=Trickery|alias=Beshaban ;<br /> Lady Doom ;<br /> The Maid of Misfortune ;<br /> The Maid of Misrule ;|plane=Barrens of Doom and Despair}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} (&lt;small&gt;pronounced: /bɛˈʃɑːbɑː/ ''be-SHAH-ba)''&lt;/small&gt; '''appears as a young, tall, slim, and beautiful maiden with a wild mane of pure white hair. The woman was pale, had a small waist and voluptuous shape. Her corpse-like pale skin was countered by flushed hues of blue and violet on the cheeks and throat. Beshaba's most prominent feature were her yellow-rimmed eyes that are noted to be ablaze with insanity. She is often shown adorned in a tight gown that snugly wrapped her body in pitch-black fabric,and She is depicted wearing a tiara of black pearls.<br /> <br /> ==Works==<br /> Beshaba was a spiteful, petty and purportedly insane goddess whose actions often seemed random to onlookers. Her primary motivation however was jealousy, specifically towards her sister for her more favorable public reception, and so she demanded equal lip service (if not actual veneration) lest she curse the offenders. Unlike her sister Tymora, who happily shared her gifts with her own worshipers as well as her godly allies, Beshaba hoarded her divine powers, creating a reserve.<br /> [[File:Besh.jpg|alt=A depiction of Beshaba|thumb]]<br /> <br /> ==Worshippers==<br /> Beshaba was revered more out of fear than out of religious faith. Her doctrine stated that bad luck befell everybody and the only way to avoid it was by worshiping her. She was renowned for being spiteful and malevolent, and her priests manipulated common folk into revering and providing for them by acting mysteriously and playing on morbid fears. Her clerics offered an entreaty for their spells and made sacrifices of alcoholic beverages such as burning brandy or wine. There were two festivals in the calendar of Beshaba, at Midsummer and Shieldmeet. Both were celebrated by revelry and indulgence in food and drink. <br /> <br /> Red Wizards of Thay were known to erect shrines to Beshaba near their ritual chambers to ward off bad luck.<br /> <br /> Giant black stags with red eyes who could gore an elephant with ease served the goddess of misfortune and inhabited Beshaba's Blood Tor.<br /> <br /> Clerics of Beshaba pray for their spells at midnight. Immediately before doing so, if at all possible, they must make an offering to the Lady by setting fire to brandy, wine, or spirits while uttering the name of the goddess and dipping a black antler tine into the mixture. Burning one's fingers slightly in doing so is looked upon favorably. A second prayer similar to the first must be made to Beshaba each night outside under a dark sky. If a member of the clergy is forcibly confined, at least a prayer during the hours of darkness is expected to be attempted. The nighttime offering is a personal prayer for guidance, and the goddess often answers it with nightmare visions later in the evening.<br /> <br /> Devotees of Beshaba mark every Midsummer with wild revels of destruction and rudeness to mark Beshaba's nature as Maid of Misrule. Otherwise they ignore the calendar, holding special ceremonies upon the deaths of important clergy and when a priestess ascends to a new rank. The funeral ceremony is known as ''the Passing''. It is a rare time of dignity and tender piety among the clergy. The body of the departed is floated down a river amid floating candles in a spell ceremony designed to make the corpse into an undead creature and teleport it to a random location elsewhere in the Realms to wreak immediate havoc. Senior clergy use spells or magical items to scry from afar to see what damage is then done by the creature's sudden appearance.<br /> <br /> The ceremony of ascension in rank is known as ''the Marking''. It is a ceremony involving drum music, dancing over flames, and either branding or tattooing. The priest being promoted must bear the pain without benefit of spell or potion to ease it.<br /> <br /> == Dogma ==<br /> Bad things happen to everyone, and only by following Beshaba may a person perhaps be spared the worst of her effects. Too much good luck is a bad thing, and to even it out, the wise should plan to undermine the fortunate. Whatever happens, it can only get worse. Fear the Maid of Misfortune and revere her. Spread the message across Faerûn to obey Beshaba and make offerings to appease her. If she is not appeased, all will taste firsthand the curse that is spreading throughout Faerûn. Never falsely advise any being in how to worship Beshaba, or pay the price of being cast out and cursed with misfortune all their days.<br /> [[Category:Deities]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Beshaba&diff=18972 2023-03-24T19:45:42Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_god|affilliation=Chaotic Evil|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=besh-sym.jpg|caption=An unexplained grotesque shadow with faint maniacal laughter|domains=Trickery|alias=Beshaban ;<br /> Lady Doom ;<br /> The Maid of Misfortune ;<br /> The Maid of Misrule ;|plane=Barrens of Doom and Despair}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} (&lt;small&gt;pronounced: /bɛˈʃɑːbɑː/ ''be-SHAH-ba)''&lt;/small&gt; '''appears as a young, tall, slim, and beautiful maiden with a wild mane of pure white hair. The woman was pale, had a small waist and voluptuous shape. Her corpse-like pale skin was countered by flushed hues of blue and violet on the cheeks and throat. Beshaba's most prominent feature were her yellow-rimmed eyes that were ablaze with insanity. She was adorned in a tight gown that snugly wrapped her body in pitch-black fabric. She wore a tiara of black pearls.<br /> <br /> ==Works==<br /> Beshaba was a spiteful, petty and purportedly insane goddess whose actions often seemed random to onlookers. Her primary motivation however was jealousy, specifically towards her sister for her more favorable public reception, and so she demanded equal lip service (if not actual veneration) lest she curse the offenders. Unlike her sister Tymora, who happily shared her gifts with her own worshipers as well as her godly allies, Beshaba hoarded her divine powers, creating a reserve.<br /> [[File:Besh.jpg|alt=A depiction of Beshaba|thumb]]<br /> <br /> ==Worshippers==<br /> Beshaba was revered more out of fear than out of religious faith. Her doctrine stated that bad luck befell everybody and the only way to avoid it was by worshiping her. She was renowned for being spiteful and malevolent, and her priests manipulated common folk into revering and providing for them by acting mysteriously and playing on morbid fears. Her clerics offered an entreaty for their spells and made sacrifices of alcoholic beverages such as burning brandy or wine. There were two festivals in the calendar of Beshaba, at Midsummer and Shieldmeet. Both were celebrated by revelry and indulgence in food and drink. <br /> <br /> Red Wizards of Thay were known to erect shrines to Beshaba near their ritual chambers to ward off bad luck.<br /> <br /> Giant black stags with red eyes who could gore an elephant with ease served the goddess of misfortune and inhabited Beshaba's Blood Tor.<br /> <br /> Clerics of Beshaba pray for their spells at midnight. Immediately before doing so, if at all possible, they must make an offering to the Lady by setting fire to brandy, wine, or spirits while uttering the name of the goddess and dipping a black antler tine into the mixture. Burning one's fingers slightly in doing so is looked upon favorably. A second prayer similar to the first must be made to Beshaba each night outside under a dark sky. If a member of the clergy is forcibly confined, at least a prayer during the hours of darkness is expected to be attempted. The nighttime offering is a personal prayer for guidance, and the goddess often answers it with nightmare visions later in the evening.<br /> <br /> Devotees of Beshaba mark every Midsummer and Shieldmeet with wild revels of destruction and rudeness to mark Beshaba's nature as Maid of Misrule. Otherwise they ignore the calendar, holding special ceremonies upon the deaths of important clergy and when a priestess ascends to a new rank. The funeral ceremony is known as ''the Passing''. It is a rare time of dignity and tender piety among the clergy. The body of the departed is floated down a river amid floating candles in a spell ceremony designed to make the corpse into an undead creature and teleport it to a random location elsewhere in the Realms to wreak immediate havoc. Senior clergy use spells or magical items to scry from afar to see what damage is then done by the creature's sudden appearance.<br /> <br /> The ceremony of ascension in rank is known as ''the Marking''. It is a ceremony involving drum music, dancing over flames, and either branding or tattooing. The priest being promoted must bear the pain without benefit of spell or potion to ease it.<br /> <br /> == Dogma ==<br /> Bad things happen to everyone, and only by following Beshaba may a person perhaps be spared the worst of her effects. Too much good luck is a bad thing, and to even it out, the wise should plan to undermine the fortunate. Whatever happens, it can only get worse. Fear the Maid of Misfortune and revere her. Spread the message across Faerûn to obey Beshaba and make offerings to appease her. If she is not appeased, all will taste firsthand the curse that is spreading throughout Faerûn. Never falsely advise any being in how to worship Beshaba, or pay the price of being cast out and cursed with misfortune all their days.<br /> [[Category:Deities]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:Besh-sym.jpg&diff=18971 2023-03-24T19:40:57Z

<p>Silentdarknes: https://www.thievesguild.cc/gods/god?godid=114</p> <hr /> <div>== Summary ==<br /> https://www.thievesguild.cc/gods/god?godid=114</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Beshaba&diff=18970 2023-03-24T19:30:05Z

<p>Silentdarknes: Makin Canon Gods more Canon</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_god|affilliation=Chaotic Evil|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Besh.jpg|caption=An unexplained grotesque shadow with faint maniacal laughter|domains=Trickery|alias=Beshaban ;<br /> Lady Doom ;<br /> The Maid of Misfortune ;<br /> The Maid of Misrule ;|plane=Barrens of Doom and Despair}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} (&lt;small&gt;pronounced: /bɛˈʃɑːbɑː/ ''be-SHAH-ba)''&lt;/small&gt; '''appears as a young, tall, slim, and beautiful maiden with a wild mane of pure white hair. The woman was pale, had a small waist and voluptuous shape. Her corpse-like pale skin was countered by flushed hues of blue and violet on the cheeks and throat. Beshaba's most prominent feature were her yellow-rimmed eyes that were ablaze with insanity. She was adorned in a tight gown that snugly wrapped her body in pitch-black fabric. She wore a tiara of black pearls.<br /> <br /> ==Works==<br /> Beshaba was a spiteful, petty and purportedly insane goddess whose actions often seemed random to onlookers. Her primary motivation however was jealousy, specifically towards her sister for her more favorable public reception, and so she demanded equal lip service (if not actual veneration) lest she curse the offenders. Unlike her sister Tymora, who happily shared her gifts with her own worshipers as well as her godly allies, Beshaba hoarded her divine powers, creating a reserve.<br /> <br /> ==Worshippers==<br /> Beshaba was revered more out of fear than out of religious faith. Her doctrine stated that bad luck befell everybody and the only way to avoid it was by worshiping her. She was renowned for being spiteful and malevolent, and her priests manipulated common folk into revering and providing for them by acting mysteriously and playing on morbid fears. Her clerics offered an entreaty for their spells and made sacrifices of alcoholic beverages such as burning brandy or wine. There were two festivals in the calendar of Beshaba, at Midsummer and Shieldmeet. Both were celebrated by revelry and indulgence in food and drink. <br /> <br /> Red Wizards of Thay were known to erect shrines to Beshaba near their ritual chambers to ward off bad luck.<br /> <br /> Giant black stags with red eyes who could gore an elephant with ease served the goddess of misfortune and inhabited Beshaba's Blood Tor.<br /> [[Category:Deities]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:Besh.jpg&diff=18969 2023-03-24T19:26:21Z

<p>Silentdarknes: belongs to chris@christophercant.com</p> <hr /> <div>== Summary ==<br /> belongs to chris@christophercant.com</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=18968 2023-03-24T19:15:14Z

<p>Silentdarknes: Hello Im at work so I got to write a bunch</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=A Very big and cool school for magic|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=Biological Parents: Ravenna and Calliope<br /> ------<br /> Adoptive Parents: Martin and Wick Atoll|languages=Common, Infernal, Celestial|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue [[Tiefling]]|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=175 lbs|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship [[Beshaba]], Also known as Lady Doom.<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet [[Tiefling]]. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is a quiet and introspective person who has learned to keep her emotions and thoughts to herself. She has always felt like an outsider due to her Tiefling heritage and the constant bullying she has faced. As a result, she has developed a tough exterior and tries to keep her guard up, only revealing her true self to those she trusts deeply. <br /> <br /> Despite her tough exterior, Marion has a deep well of compassion and empathy. She feels keenly the pain and suffering of others, which is what drew her to the goddess [[Beshaba]] and her offer of warding against bad luck. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. <br /> <br /> Marion is fiercely independent and values her personal freedom above all else. She has a strong sense of self and is not easily swayed by the opinions of others. At the same time, she craves deep connections with those she trusts and is fiercely loyal to those she considers to be part of her inner circle. <br /> <br /> At heart, Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality. When interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. She is aware of this tendency in herself and has been working on developing better coping mechanisms to manage her emotions. Despite the challenges she has faced, Marion is determined to make the most of her life and find her place in the world. She is tenacious and resourceful, always looking for a way to overcome obstacles and make things better. At the same time, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, constantly questioning whether she is truly worthy of the blessings and protections she has received from [[Beshaba]]. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. They struggled financially, and once she had suffered homelessness after a house fire, her family had chosen it would be best to put up for adoption while still young enough that she wouldn't remember them, let alone remember her original given name. Marion's Tiefling parents were a couple who had fallen in love despite the difficulties they faced due to their race. They had struggled financially and had to move from place to place to find work, often facing discrimination and mistrust from those around them. They had a daughter, whom they named ''Narali'', but when their home caught fire and they lost everything, they made the difficult decision to put her up for adoption to give her a chance at a better life. They knew that as a Tiefling, she would always face challenges, and they hoped that a family who could provide for her would be able to protect her from the dangers of the world. They never forgot about their daughter, but they knew they could not provide for her as she deserved.<br /> <br /> Marion's adopted parents were a kind and loving couple who had always wanted to have children of their own, but were unable to conceive. When they decided to adopt, they chose Marianne because they were drawn to her sweet and innocent demeanor. They wanted to give her a new start in life and shield her from the hardships she had faced before. Her new family had done everything to erase the hardships of her past, going as far as changing her name. They also cut her hair short, wanting to make her look more like their own daughter, who had passed away as a child. They were very protective of Marion and did everything they could to make her feel safe and loved.<br /> <br /> However, they were not prepared for the challenges of raising a Tiefling child. They did not fully understand the discrimination and stigma that Tieflings often faced. They encouraged her to focus on her studies, hoping that if she excelled in magic, she would find acceptance and validation from her peers. Her parents had come to terms with the fact that, as a Tiefling, they would always stand out, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. Throughout school they had tried to focus on learning magic, however, they had often been teased constantly for seeming as lifeless as a doll due to their skin, eyes, and mannerisms.<br /> <br /> Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, unable to properly study the spells expected of her. Because of the constant taunting that slowly began to creep its way into her home, Marianne felt that the only option was to take it in stride and ask the very being whom had cursed her what she had done to deserve it. They wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess [[Beshaba]], offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> As Marion's interest in [[Beshaba]] and the darker aspects of magic grew, her adopted parents became increasingly concerned. They did not understand why she would seek out a goddess of misfortune, and they worried that her choices would lead her down a dangerous path. Despite their concerns, they loved Marion deeply and wanted only the best for her. They did their best to support her and hope that one day she would find a way to reconcile her ties to her past with her current identity as their daughter.<br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Infernal, Celestial, Common<br /> <br /> ==Powers and Abilities==<br /> Marion heavily relies on simple magic as a warlock, focusing on different cantrips in order to aide them.<br /> <br /> Tiefling Variant:<br /> <br /> * '''Devil's Tongue:''' They know the Vicious Mockery cantrip. Once they reach 3rd level, you can cast the Charm Person spell once as a 2nd-level spell. Once you reach 5th level, you can also cast the Enthrall spell once. You must finish a long rest to cast these spells again with this trait. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for these spells. This trait replaces the Infernal Legacy trait.<br /> * '''Pact Of The Tome'''<br /> <br /> ==Attacks and Weapons ==<br /> Marion is the proud owner of a Quarterstaff, a Sickle, and two daggers. And a winter blanket, apparently.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Wicked Wilds]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=18962 2023-03-24T16:28:04Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=affiliation|name=Marion Ette|image=Marionette.png|caption=&quot;For the last time, That's not my name- Oh, Whatever.&quot;|relatives=relatives|languages=Infernal,|alias=Marianne Atoll|marital=Single, but desperate|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=Unknown|deathPlace=Unknown|species=Devil's Tongue Tiefling|gender=Nonbinary|height=6'7|weight=weight|eyes=Black, with the smallest hint of Purple}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship Beshaba, Also known as Lady Doom.<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet Tiefling. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality, and when interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. She had suffered homelessness after a house fire, and was later put up for adoption while still too young to remember her original given name. Her new family had done everything to erase her past, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. While in school learning magic, they had often been teased for seeming as lifeless as a doll. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, and decided to ask the very being whom had cursed her what they had done to deserve it; They Wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess Besheba, offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Examples include Common, Elvish, TwitchTalk, Thieves Cant, or French<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 /> Tiefling Variant:<br /> <br /> * '''Devil's Tongue:''' They know the Vicious Mockery cantrip. Once they reach 3rd level, you can cast the Charm Person spell once as a 2nd-level spell. Once you reach 5th level, you can also cast the Enthrall spell once. You must finish a long rest to cast these spells again with this trait. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for these spells. This trait replaces the Infernal Legacy trait.<br /> * '''Pact Of The Tome'''<br /> <br /> ==Attacks and Weapons ==<br /> Your favorite weapons.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]</div>

Silentdarknes https://quelmarwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Marion_Ette&diff=18933 2023-03-23T20:30:49Z

<p>Silentdarknes: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox_character|affilliation=affiliation|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Marionette.png|caption=caption|relatives=relatives|languages=languages|alias=alias|marital=marital status|birthPlace=birthplace|deathDate=deathdate|deathPlace=deathplace|species=species|gender=gender|height=height|weight=weight|eyes=eyes}}<br /> <br /> '''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Celestial Warlock, who willingly chose to worship Beshaba, Also known as Lady Doom.<br /> <br /> ==Physical Appearance==<br /> Marion is a tall, rather quiet Tiefling. They often paint their horns with different bands or patterns of color, typically resorting to vibrant reds and purples. Their eyes are a glassy black. They dress well, the only pop of color being their short hair and the paint they had chosen for the day.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> Marion is an optimist, doing their best despite all the ways god is testing them; However, They tend to have a rather explosive personality, and when interrupted from certain tasks, have been known to snap suddenly or emotionally shut down all together. <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> As a young child, Marion had never been granted the chance to grow close to her parents. She had suffered homelessness after a house fire, and was later put up for adoption while still too young to remember her original given name. Her new family had done everything to erase her past, and sent her to schooling for magic to protect herself from the world around her. While in school learning magic, they had often been teased for seeming as lifeless as a doll. Their name, because of this constant teasing, shifted from its adopted 'Marianne Atoll' into the cruel nickname of Marionette. Their studies suffered as even teachers began to misname her, and soon the taunting became commonplace. Marion only managed to focus on simple spellcasting, and decided to ask the very being whom had cursed her what they had done to deserve it; They Wandered deep into the library, speaking lowly to themselves. They had been more than surprised when books had begun to fall from their shelves, and Marion received an answer from the goddess Besheba, offering to ward bad luck in exchange for worship. Now, Misfortune follows Marion, but the young warlock does all they can muster to keep their head held high despite this.<br /> <br /> ==Languages==<br /> Examples include Common, Elvish, TwitchTalk, Thieves Cant, or French<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 /> <br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]</div>

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