Alright, I have additional profiles to add before long, but since we already have another member of the roster I'll go ahead and provide what completed profiles I have. [@Delta44], my first character and yours may have a passing knowledge of each other due to their nationalities. Let me know what you think.

Profiles submitted to [@Zhaliora] via PM, and posted here in the OOC for posterity.



[b][u]People of Action[/u][/b]
[list][*]These are individuals who have been out and about for some time. They have their own agendas and visions, but may be amenable to working with others for a variety of reasons.[/list]
[hider=The Exhumed Warrior][center][h3][b][u][color=B22222]Andromache of No Lineage[/color][/u][/b][/h3][b][u][color=B22222]Exhumed Warrior[/color][/u][/b][/center]
[u][b]Species:[/b][/u]
[list][*]Human[/list]
[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 
[list][*]Late twenties to early thirties.[/list]
[u][b]Nationality:[/b][/u] 
[list][*]Kron-Nesis.[/list]
[u][b]Loyalty:[/b][/u] 
[list][*]Rabid Brigand.[/list]
[u][b]Profession:[/b][/u]
[list][*]Knight Errant[/list]
[hider=Physical Description]Andromache stands approximately 1.82 meters in height, with a somewhat broad build and bronze skin coloration. She has dark, back-length streamers of red hair. Her face is somewhat rounded and and severe, with tight features. Her eye coloration is a dull garnet.[/hider]
[hider=Accounts of the Exhumed Warrior]Details of Andromache's early life are practically non-existent, given her common upbringing. Only the words of those who knew her previously given any hint of who she used to be.

[hider=An Anxious Lieutenant][quote=Kron-Nesis Platoon Lieutenant]"Yeah, I knew Andromache back...before she turned into some kind of living nightmare I guess. She was one of my Platoon Sergeants. It was part of my duties to know each of my Sergeants well enough that I could have faith in both their fealty as well as their competence, but I admit I never knew Andromache terribly well. Just that she was always a really, [i]really[/i] angry woman. 

And what I mean by that - well, by example, she controlled her section almost entirely through terror. I sent all my problem troopers to her section. Assholes who I literally could not pay to shut the hell up and do as I told them would get their shit straightened out in days, sometimes [i]hours[/i]. She was...is, really, [i]intense[/i]. More real than everything else around you. When she got going, it was like the entire rest of the world dropped away. Only because, since she was usually furious with you it was more like the entire world had just ended and she was a wrathful goddess out of legend coming to personally kick your shit in.

Now I know what you're thinking - that can't be great for morale in a battle. Any kind of soldier motivated by fear will break more readily than other soldiers, yeah? But not with her, no. I...well if I have to be frank about it, it's practically like she managed to instill everyone she commanded with the belief that even if they ran and managed to escape, even if she died, she would haunt their sorry asses and scream them mad in their dreams.

I say that because that actually happened, after the incident. Nobody in her section fled; the neighboring sergeant picked up her spot and got them through the battle. But maybe about two weeks later, two of the troops killed themselves. Now, nobody can actually say why, but there was an awful lot of chatter going around that they offed themselves because they couldn't even stand the mere memory of her rage lingering in the back of their minds, along with the guilt. Mostly being spread by others who had maybe been considering the same thing, if you get me.

Personally, I would have preferred it if she had actually died. That sort of temperament just isn't proper, in hindsight, and while it may have worked while she stuck around, her...leaving basically shattered morale. I shuffled everyone out of that particular section just to stop all the rumors.[/quote][/hider]
[hider=A Perfunctory Sergeant][quote=Kron-Nesis Section Sergeant]"Hm. The battle of whidder slope. Yes. I remember it.

There has been a prolonged series of skirmishes back and forth in and around the mountains between the royal army and the Dwarves. The particular variation in elevation of the terrain lends itself to some unusual tactical topography. Trenchworks and sapping lines leading up to the Dwarven holdouts and earthworks. Section Sergeant Andromache was commanding her section in a flanking manuever that led them through one of the tunnels. I observed most of the event, as my own section was holding fast and standing by for a planned, subsequent sally. The dwarves had anticipated our strategy however. Had their own counter-sapping operation going, and collapsed the entire tunnel while Sergeant Andromache's section was still moving through it, dropped the whole lot of them into a lower tunnel where the dwarves had smaller cannons. They poured grape shot into the whole thing. Under normal circumstances it should have been a wholesale slaughter.

However, Sergeant Andromache somehow survived the first volley of shot. She has always been described as being immensely intimidating in person, and although I do not care for speculation I suppose the dwarven gunners must have been momentarily startled when they saw her charging right at them in the tunnels. She then, by some accounts, massacred the gunnery crews and the guards that had been stationed with them. She rallied what remained of her section afterwards and started leading them back up to our side of the trenches. 

The dwarves had planned for that eventuality as well however. When their surviving gunners returned to the surface, they either pulled a fuse or knocked down a necessary support for their own tunnel. They were not quite quick enough - the only casualty was Section Sergeant Andromache. She had remained behind to ensure all those that still lived amongst her section were able to escape, and she was subsequently buried alive.

At the time, we believed her to have perished. I assumed command of her section and the battle continued. Afterwards, I delivered my own report on the events that transpired. The Colonel elected to recommend that Sergeant Andromache receive a posthumous knighthood for her peerless conduct in battle.

I cannot speak of her conduct thereafter, as I have not personally been witness to it. I have heard she lived, and will not presume to speculate as to her conduct unless I am otherwise so informed or instructed."[/quote][/hider]
[hider=A Wistful Dwarf][quote=Darakeen Dwarven Field Engineer]"The battle of whidder slope - that were a bad one, it were. Both sides tore each other up, not an inch given or lost fore it all. An' we right cracked the damn earth itself open where we had to, made it swallow up the Krondites and their knights and their poor bastard soldier. 'O course, all battles end. That one did. Twere eventually a stalemate, and the sallies and cannons stopped. 

I got sent in durin' the aftermath. Consequence of making and breakin' so many tunnels, a lot of valuable tools and artillery gets buried - but we make maps of everything we dig, y'see, so we can always dig it back up and refurbish it after the fact.

Now I wanna tell you - whidder slope, that were a real bad fight. Real bad. Went on 'fer weeks. The tunnel I was sent to excavate, it had been collapsed early on, maybe day two or three. An lemme tell you, we dwarves, we know a thing or two about survivors of collapsed caverns. It happens, but even we ain't ever likely to hear about a survivor weeks past after tha' fact.

Tha' thing we unearthed - we mistook it for a monster. Was all clod up in mud and dirt, didna even recognize it as biped! 'An we had 'na gone down there with any real weapons, and wern't expectin' a fight. She tore through us like we was kithkin. It's how I lost me leg. Beat me so bad and left so many cuts in me that it got the gangrene.

Now, after tha fact, I still canna even believe she survived. Maybe there were a channel somewhere that what gave her air, and mebbe she coulda eaten all that rancid man-flesh that was in there with her, but nothin' can live that long without drink - Humans need water every three-day like, right? Mebbe there were canteens down there with 'er or sometin, carried by the other soldiery. I dunno. But even assumin' all 'o that, she should've been weak as a kitten, starved 'o air if not thirst an feast, not to mention blinder than a dwarf from the deep caverns up top during midday! Humans don't have no cave adaptation, she canna have seen what she were doin' or where she were headin'.

But she thrashed us and then went right back home, 'cross the other side of the slope. Had to've been a miracle, ye ask me.

And mebbe it twere in our favor, from what I hear she raised all sorts of hell back over the mountains. It don't surprise me a lick, and I hope whatever it is that it right fookin' stings for them Krondites."[/quote][/hider]
[hider=A Delicate Socialite][quote=Kron-Nesis Court Socialite]"[i]That[/i] vile peasant? Well yes, when they realized she was still alive they had to recant her knighthood. As a matter of principle, that sort of thing is really only socially acceptable amongst the peerage when the knighthood is strictly posthumous. Could you imagine otherwise? A common-born peasant knight who had never even been retained under any of the houses or servants of the royal family? Some rotten, dirty, besotten, wretched churl from [i]common infantry[/i] amongst our prized Knightly Orders? The scandal would have been immeasurable. Of course there was a bit of heeing and hawing from certain members of the army and the Knighthoods themselves as I hear it, but that sort of thing is really none of their business. It's within our province to see to these sorts of matters, not them, and I daresay they should be thanking us for the favor we did them. As I hear it she has turned into quite the belligerent terror since."[/quote][/hider]
[hider=Wizened Hill Wizard][quote=Eamonvale Hill Mage]"Oh ho, yes, I remember her. Came to me many a years ago, all business. [i]Extremely[/i] mad at all of creation! She never said it, but you could tell! But she came right up to me while I was in stylite meditation, [i]knocked over the column I was meditatin' on with a mace[/i], then right up and told me I would be teachin' her Earthern Magicks! 

So I did. She was very promising, had plenty of untapped potential. She was not ever a particularly patient student, but she was awfully driven. Would sit and dream about wrenching my head off for wastin' her time while lecturing her on discipline, bless her. She never lay a finger on me though, and always afforded me the greatest deference. Think she were a mite afraid of me even. Make no mistake, she [i]could[/i] have bashed my skull in or ripped out my throat whenever she liked, but she never did.

Last thing she ever said to me before she up and left one day was that she weren't never going to be trapped again. Asked me to point her to someone who could teach her more Earthern magicks, and so I did. I recognize that sort of drive. Not exactly healthy, but I'm just a crazy old stylite! Who am I to judge?"[/quote][/hider]
[hider=An Injured Knight][quote=Sickbed Report of a Kron-Nesis Knight]"She's not angry with us...or with the nobility...or with the dwarves...she's angry at [i]everything[/i]. But...she didn't kill or hurt anybody who didn't get in her way. When I tried to stop her, she just maimed me. Both my legs. I'll probably never walk again. She killed my squire...but she wasn't even looking at him when she did it. It was so offhand...so casually...I'm pretty sure she just wanted him out of her way. Same as with me.

Maybe I'm giving her more favor than I ought to, over sympathy for how she was mistreated when she came back from whidder slope alive. But nothing can excuse what she's been doing. All this killing and stealing, without any rhyme or reason. It's inexcusable. I'm just...trying to tell you how I think she is being driven. She wants something. Something specific. We're all...immaterial to her, like cobwebbings to be brushed aside. We're just not real to her anymore - which means she'll probably underestimate somebody or something, eventually.

There were a few hanger-ons with her. Informal squires, maybe? I got the impression she was putting together a band, or else she might be looking to join up with one."[/quote][/hider][/hider]
[hider=Talents & Detriments][center][b][u]Talents[/u][/b][/center]
[list][*][b][u]Battle Furor:[/u][/b][/list][indent]Andromache, as an officer of basic infantry in the army of Kron-Nesis, is no stranger to frontline engagement and the chaotic tumult of thronging combat amidst enemy hordes, where confusion and death reign. She is gifted with the ability to remain collected and cerebral admist the pitch of any battle or in the face of any danger, no matter how great. She is also a formidable and experienced combatant and familiar with a number of battlefield tactics and techniques.[/indent]
[list][*][u][b]Cthonic Virtue:[/b][/u][/list][indent]Being buried alive affected Andromache in a number of ways, and not all of them were to her detriment. Andromache's appetite has been drastically reduced, she needs little to sustain herself for long periods of time or effort. Having to sustain herself on rotten, rancid flesh from her fallen comrades has rendered her nearly immune to a plethora of common toxins and afflictions. Her senses are also significantly sharper than would be considered normal for most humans. Perhaps most markedly however, is her ability to discern illusion from reality, and to shrug off all but the most potent of mind-affecting magical effect.[/indent][hr][center][b][u]Detriments[/u][/b][/center]
[list][*][u][b]Monstrous Infamy:[/b][/u][/list][indent]Andromache is not particularly well thought of within the confines of the Kingdom of Kron-Nesis, on account of the numerous massacres and atrocities she is responsible for therein. She is also, as a matter of principle, not particularly welcome anywhere else even remotely civilized due to her barbaric behavior. People in surrounding regions have heard of her exploits, there are wood-etchings of her semblance in guard-towers and local militia barracks, and there are more than a few parties who would leap at the opportunity to upbraid her.[/indent]
[list][*][u][b]The Nightmare Never Ends:[/b][/u][/list][indent]Andromache's psyche was terribly afflicted by her time in the dark. Exposure to complete darkness or extremely cramped and enclosed spaces, causes her to revert to a darker, more primal fugue state wherein her formidable skills as a warrior and soldier drop away. She sleeps in terrible fits, and to awaken her is a risky proposition, as it is not uncommon for her to emerge from slumber in a terrible and destructive rage.[/indent][/hider]
[hider=Spellcraft]After her return to Kron-Nesis and the subsequent recantation of her knighthood, Andromache journeyed outside of Kron-Nesis and studied with a number of hill mages and wizards from the Eamonvale as well as the Mage's Guild in the use of Earthen Magics. Although Andromache was uniquely driven and motivated, no amount of innate talent or drive permits for mastery in so short a time. In particular, while her ability to influence the earth is powerful when awakened, it takes some time for any of her spellcraft to manifest, and the energies involved are slow, lumbering, and imprecise in their work. 

Andromache can influence the forces of the earth - soil, rock, and stone. Influencing metal is hypothetically possible but not an aspect of spellcraft she has actively pursued. The more peculiar application of her magicks is the ability to wield seismic forces both as a weapon and shield, although these are slow to rouse and are therefore not ultimately reliable in brief or surprise confrontations.[/hider]
[hider=Equipment]Andromache has stolen and purloined a number of items from her various victims. As a matter of practice she typically cannot make use of all of them at once, and either has lackeys serving as informal squires carrying some of them for her or else must hoist what she can in baggage to be discarded if the need to fight arises.

[list][*][u][b]Spoiled Plate Armor[/b][/u][/list][indent]Since her return to Kron-Nesis, Andromache has used her knowledge of the nation's Knightly Orders to ambush and lay low many prominent knights of note, maiming and killing several and subsequently stealing their effects. Her plate-armor is assembled from mismatched, combined pieces stolen from her victims. It is [i]technically[/i] fully articulated, although the mismatched nature of the ensemble limits this aspect of the armor in practice - affording her a significantly increased range of motion over ordinary plate-mail, but not so great as would be afforded from a custom-made suit of armor. The plate is worn over a layer of reliable chain and scalemail, which Andromache keeps well-maintained. A drawback of utilizing the stolen plate is that Andromache requires assistance in removing and adorning her armor in anything approaching a timely fashion. Getting in and out of it on her own in the wilderness might take her well over an hour.[/indent]
[list][*][b][u]Morning Star:[/u][/b][/list][indent]A No-Nonsense weapon, with a head adorned with spikes and tipped with a vicious prong. The mace is smaller in scale than a full warhammer, requiring only a single arm to use (albeit still requiring a robust physique to make use of in such a way), but may also be used with both hands if necessary.[/indent]
[list][*][b][u]Dwarven Halberd:[/u][/b][/list][indent]A trophy of some skirmish between a Knight and Dwarven forces near the border, taken in turn by Andromache. Made of dwarven metal, the Halberd is well-made but shorter than a standard halberd scaled for Human use, giving it less weight and heft as a consequence - but also allowing it to be used with one hand.[/indent]
[list][*][b][u]Marduk's Saber:[/u][/b][/list][indent]A fine, custom-made cavalry saber made for a member of Kron-Nesis' landed nobility. Worth a king's ransom all on its own, but still functional. Stolen by Andromache from its previous owner, now dead.[/indent]
[list][*][b][u]Enlil's Kite Shield:[/u][/b][/list][indent]A stolen metal-faced kite-shield, its surface adorned with the family crest of the House of Enlil, members of the Kron-Nesis landed nobility. Their only heir was one of Andromache's first victims, and her use of his shield thereafter features prominently in the stories of her assaults.[/indent][/hider][/hider]


[b][u]Person of Interest[/u][/b]
[list][*]This individual is not the sort of wayward personage you would expect to go haring off with you on wild adventures - but they just might have some work or leads for you...or else, it might prove useful to take a look into their affairs.[/list]
[hider=The Starlit Augur][center][h3][u][b]Werrill Ormoneric[/b][/u][/h3][b][u]Starlit Augur[/u][/b][/center]
[u][b]Species:[/b][/u] 
[list][*]Human[/list]
[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 
[list][*]Early-to-mid Fourties.[/list]
[u][b]Nationality:[/b][/u] 
[list][*]Ithell.[/list]
[u][b]Loyalty:[/b][/u] 
[list][*]The Ithellan Court of Stars.[/list]
[u][b]Profession:[/b][/u] 
[list][*]High Astronomer at the Grand Observatory of Ithell.[/list]
[hider=Physical Description]Ormoneric stands around 1.72 meters in height, with a trim build and pale skin coloration. He has dark but graying shoulder-length hair. His face is tall and narrow, clean-shaven, with pronounced brows and thin lips. His eye coloration is pale orange. As this color is not possible amongst Humans normally, this is indicative of some form of mixed interspecies descent, although it is not possible to tell of what nature.[/hider]
[hider=Accounts on the personage of the High Astronomer]As a figure of some modest import in Ithell, there exists a degree of turbulent flux and rumor as to his past and life. The truth of the matter is likely known to those who work with him at the Grand Observatory and of course elsewhere by those of power and influence who make it their business to know such things. But for everyone else, there are but fragments and scraps that provide glimpses into his earlier life.

[hider=A Harried Expatriate][quote=An Ithellan Expatriate]"The High Astronomer? Well yeah. You know I used to work at the Grand Observatory. We didn't exactly rub elbows together, but I worked with him a bit back when he was still just a journeyman. You ask any other Astronomer or layman on the street, they'll tell you he got the job out of sheer talent. I'll not fault the man, even when he was younger he could do some pretty amazing things, but no amount of skill gets you that sort of position. You need to have the right connections, know the right people, maybe even get born into the role. It's not an entirely apolitical position, you know? 

And the thing is, Ormoneric was not the kind of man who went around bending and scraping with the right sorts of people to have gotten the sort of favor and capital he would have needed to become High Astronomer. He was usually all-business - not a dullard, mind you. Fairly charming and charismatic, although you probably don't need me telling you that. It's just he spent most of his time with his face buried in books or his eye pressed to lens or his back bent over parchment. People had to invite Ormoneric to do anything social, and he was the sort who would get bored and leave during the middle of a party with royalty. That may or may not have actually happened, by the way.

If I had to guess, I would suppose he got interested in the right things at the right time, and that work ethic of his let him exploit the trend harder and faster than the competition. All the innovations in Ithell these days is pretty old news by now, but Ormoneric was talking about things like Mythopoeics, ontological frequency, and transubstantiated allineation back before anybody else in the observatory knew the standard definition for those words, you know? I don't mean any insult to him, but I think he got the job because the real powers knew he didn't have any real ambitions and could trust him to leave politics to the grown-ups while he fiddled with all his toys. The safe choice for High Astronomer in a time of change."[/quote][/hider]
[hider=A Doleful Quarry-Worker][quote=An Urland Quarry-Worker]"The name didna ring a bell, but ye, I remember the guy from that wood-cutting you showed me. Dressed in robes like some kinda noble prat, but he was quiet, polite, didn't talk down to nobody here. Spoke with him myself a bit. This was mebbe half a score ago? Around that time.

Said he was here studying minerals, but kept ignoring everything the foreman kept trying to peddle. Insisted on talkin' to the common lot like me. Asked me some 'o the most curious things I ever 'eard. Wasn't interested at all in stuff like Mithril or Adamantine, which book-types and mages usually are - not sure if he were a mage honestly, but he spoke like he knew his letters. No, he were interested in all the [i]waste[/i] piles mostly. The big heaps and mounds of dirt, rocks, rubble, and detritus we would set off to the side and haul out to pile up in mounds. Asked me about the sort of materials we considered waste here at the quarry, how often we found some of it, whether there were any ways to know where it could be found - right strange questions honestly, because let me tell you, there was nothin' in those waste piles that was even scarcely useful or not some kind of toxic.

Now I don't know if it's at all related, but maybe a year or two later routine for the haulers got changed. Certain kinds of waste material would get packed up and shipped out from the quarry rather than us letting it sit. Didn't really think about it until you brought him up again. In hindsight I'd say it seems pretty obvious somethin in all that rubbish is useful to someone.

Hm?

Well no, it's like I told him - anything in those waste piles would'be been worthless or toxic or both. And I mean, it's not like people haven't looked over this sort 'o stuff before. Mages drop by every once in a while to see if we've discovered any new minerals that are worth-while, you know? And [i]they[/i] don't seem to think there's anything useful in the waste we ship out. And even if there were, I doubt we'd be the only ones who have it. The stuff we put into the waste piles is as common as dirt, for the most part. You'd find almost anything in our waste piles in any other quarry from here to Kelnore, I'd wager."[/quote][/hider]
[hider=An Irate Glass-Worker][quote=An Ithellan Glass-Worker]"The fucking High Astronomer! Thrice-curse that stuck-up shit-brained loon!The Grand Observatory practically made up half of our business before he came around and started changing everything! Lenses, you know? Everybody knows proper astronomers and observatories need lenses! Good, quality lenses too! High-grade glass, good purity, precise craftsmanshift - it's tricky, tricky work. I had to study for years to even start to learn how to make them, and I daresay by that point and by now I know a great deal more about astronomy than that ass they call a High Astronomer!

I mean for one thing, you want to know where all the Grand Observatory's business has gotten redirected? MIRRORS. Fucking MIRRORS. It makes no right damned sense, what possible, conceivable reason do astronomers need MIRRORS for? I'd swear. The position of High Astronomer is probably political, I tell you! They probably put some idiot loon up in there with their hands so far up his ass he don't know nothing EXCEPT how to say whenever their finger crooks! The git probably had no right idea what astronomers [i]really[/i] need - which is good, high-grade lenses I tell you!

I mean - well yeah, we [i]do[/i] still get business from the Grand Observatory. Just not nearly as much as we used to. And I'm not just spouting this all off on a hunch; I wasn't kidding when I said I had to study for years! I keep up with all the new innovations and techniques where I can, and I'm telling you, there's isn't nothing new in astronomy that says you need mirrors instead of lenses suddenly! It makes no damned sense!"[/quote][/hider]
[hider=A Drunk Contact][quote=An Aemonvale Sooth-Sayer]"He's obviously a cult-leader bent on destroyin' the world. Now fuck off and let me drink."[/quote][/hider]
[hider=A Demonic Agent][quote=Morazuin Succubus]"I remember him clearly. I was sent to Ithell specifically to negotiate with him in regards to a business matter. I was to seduce him and exploit his vulnerability for the purposes of my employer.

Have you ever seen somebody under the effects of glamour before? A vampire's thrall, somebody cursed by a changeling - somebody who lay with a succubus? 

Not everyone can do it. But there are secret ways. If you look into the eyes the right way, take note of exactly where a person is looking, you can see where they hang their thoughts. And once you know where their thoughts are hanging, you can look at them too. It generally cannot be done by us succubi until [i]after[/i], but we can recognize the symptoms of enthrallment. I tell you now, High Astronomer Ormoneric is enthralled to...something. 

No. It was not a magical effect, or a curse, or any kind of chemical dependence. It was important to make sure that there was nothing interfering with my own efforts, so I did. There was no external force acting upon this man. The glamour he was affected by had an internal source. It might not be inaccurate to say he is delusional...or perhaps just a particularly foolish idealist and dreamer.

I did not manage to seduce him. Whatever visions he is burdened with are more glorious than the temptations I was willing and able to offer him at the time without arousing suspicion.[/quote][/hider]
[hider=A Trusted Informant][quote=A Journeyman Astronomer of the Ithellan Grand Observatory]"I think the real reason behind everything to do with High Astronomer Ormoneric is that he is a bit of a yes-man. Not in a sycophantic way, he can shut you down real quick when he wants to. But if you can run a thread by him that he likes, it is almost inevitable he will latch onto it. Just the other day, for example, one of the other journeymen - one of the richer more [i]entitled[/i] journeymen who does not exactly know their own business if you feel my meaning - was up for review by the High Astronomer, and had absolutely nothing to show them. So right before the meeting, in a panic, he grabs his lute and goes to the High Astronomer with a half-brained theory about how [i]tavern music[/i] can induce mythopoeic resonance in living beings.

Sorry...? Oh. Uh, that's a bit like saying you can bale out hay using tines because individual bits of straw stick to each other. [i]Technically correct[/i] but also [i]really obvious and transparently shallow[/i], and when you get right down to it that's not the whole story.

But anyway, this half-assed, last-second idea of this idiot somehow rings a bell with the High Astronomer. He got really, really excited all of a sudden, started drafting some kind of mathematical notation on the spot - the journeyman in question sort of poked at the parchment with their quill every once in a while and pretended they knew what was going on - and after a while, the High Astronomer says that this is going to 'change everything' and hauls the idiot off to their private laboratory. 

When I saw the journeyman again perhaps five or so hours later, he was busy getting extremely drunk, and looked utterly miserable. Said that he had gotten into the 'inner sanctum' and that the High Astronomer had just sort of been doing everything on his own up until he actually asked the journeyman something and they had to admit, tactfully, that they had gotten just a little bit lost and out of their depth since starting their 'joint' venture. That the High Astronomer had been 'very disappointed that they could not continue,' and had given them a sterling review and increased their seasonal stipend by a decent chunk before kicking them out. The ass was miserable because now everyone actually expects something out of him now.

As to his [i]history[/i], I had the privilege of dining with him a few times. He told me and a few other journeymen about his childhood. He apparently grew up in the Fens, and his parents cultivated some kind of hallucinogenic flower. He acquired an early taste for it and has always had a sort of sunny disposition because of it, at least according to him. Says he took to astronomy because of how gazing at the stars reminds him of the visions he would have while high out of his mind. Claims he ran away from home, stowed away on a merchant ship, and scraped and begged since he was a boy of a mere seventeen years so he could study with the learned scholars of the Grand Observatory. You were wondering why you could not seem to find out much about his life outside of his employment at the Observatory? That's because working at the Observatory has essentially [i]been[/i] his life.

As for the [i]political[/i] aspects of his job - he's pretty hands-off when it comes to the real movers and shakers. Nods his head and makes arrangements to do what they need done, and like I said, if they can get his interest he [i]does it[/i], and that's not terribly hard. Which means he's also proven rather adaptable to the changing times. He has no problem working with a mixture of magical and engineering techniques, he enjoys finding new methods of innovation and practice, loves experimentation and getting his own hands dirty. He's made a few inadvertent friends in his time just because he gets things done. He's pretty uninvolved in the scheme of the Great Game, but there are people invested in his ongoing employment.

Mirrors? Yes, apparently he discovered some kind of practical use for them beyond mere aesthetics. Not entirely sure what honestly, it's mostly something he and his personal assistants work on in his private lab. I understand he had to fiddle with the Observatory's budgeting a little to make it work, made some of our business connections upset over pulling a few crowns out of their purses because of it, but whatever it is he apparently managed to convince the powers that be that it's worthwhile. 

Waste minerals? Yes, the Observatory receives regular shipments from various ports. He has apprentices and initiates sifting and sieving the stuff. A lot of it gets used for basic transubstantiation practice, so nobody really questions it. He has his personal assistants siphon off a few specific minerals though. I got samples, but honestly I do not recognize most of it - mostly because nearly all of it is so worthless nobody in thousands of years has even bothered to name, much less record the properties of any of it. 'Inert and/or toxic dust' is an essentially accurate description. The only one I even vaguely recognized was some kind of quartz - [i]quartz.[/i] One of the cheapest and most common minerals on the continent. You can literally find the stuff by stubbing your toe on it if you walk out in an open field nearly anywhere.

My personal take? Well...he's a powerful mage, fairly wealthy, generally well-liked by most people, somewhat charismatic, intelligent, productive, discrete...nobody is [i]that[/i] clean, you know? He's probably hiding [i]something[/i] dirty, I'm just not sure what. It's a pretty faint lead, but maybe he's cavorting with demons? I saw him chatting up this woman I could have sworn was a succubus a few months ago..."[/quote][/hider]
[hider=Ormoneric Himself][quote=Werrill Ormoneric, High Astronomer of the Ithellan Grand Observatory]"I am terribly sorry, I am quite busy...oh? Well, I suppose I have time for a question or two! Go ahead and walk with me, we can talk while I work.

The most exciting aspect of my job...? Well, not to sound too droll, but I have always liked getting down on my knees and being able to tinker with some of the telescope mechanisms, looking at the sky and the stars to know I was on the right track. I'm a simple soul at heart, I enjoy stargazing and working with fiddly bits of metal with my hands. 

You're right, I probably [i]am[/i] rather fortunate! I certainly never dreamed of becoming High Astronomer when I came here as a child. About the right time and place, I supp-

Well yes, I have made a number of changes. I will make no secret that we have some interesting experiments going on here that would not have been dreamed of back in the heyday! But the Observatory has always been a place of study and innovation. My predecessor had already lain out some of the groundwork; I like to think they were just keeping abreast of the changing times - and I like to think I am too. No institution operates, or thrives, in a vacuum after all. Little astronomy joke for you there, sorry.

Well I can't really talk about most of them to be honest - national secrets, you understand. But I can tell you we are working quite closely with the Archives these days, using mechanisms and magic to study the heavens so we can better understand this new discipline of 'natural philosophy.' Any mage will tell you magic is the true power of this world, any craftshop engineer will tell you that the future lies with mechanisms and pneumatics - the truth is somewhere between the two! Both are part of the natural order, and that's exactly what we aim to study and explore here.

Anyway, that's really all the time I have for matters not pertaining to business. Have a safe evening, and please always feel free to confer with the members of our staff."[/quote][/hider]
[hider=A Final Communique][quote=The Final Message of a Thief]"This man is [i]not[/i] who you said he is! I don't know if he's a demon or a vampire or a lich or what, but the things I've seen...I am not going back into his private labs unless you triple my fee. It's just too dangerous. The precautions I already have to take to remain undetected are practically already a king's ransom in terms of expenses. You told me he was a fairly powerful mage, you did not tell me he used dark magic or blood rituals! I have seen him performing profane, unspeakable rites! There are [i]things[/i], entities he converses with that...I cannot even write about them, they are unfathomable. And I think he and his assistants might be on to something being wrong, one time I swore he was looking [i]right at me[/i], like he could see through all the layers of illusions and charms I had thrown up.

Worse, last week, after I stole that weird Spear, this band of LUNATICS started stalking me! Like adventurers out of some idiotic tavern story or something, saying they knew who I was and that I had to return the Spear. I'm lucky to have gotten away at all.

I've felt sick and nauseous ever since leaving that place; I'll need a few days just to recover. I'll contact you again by the end of the week to let you know which dead-drop to pick the Spear up at."[/quote][/hider][/hider]
[hider=Apparent Talents]The High Astronomer's actual skills and abilities are not widely known with any great certainty, but at a minimum it is agreed that he is a mage of some competence and has considerable expertise in the realm of mechanical engineering. As a Human of his age, he is unlikely to be as skilled as an Archmage or as capable as a Dwarven Craftlord, but he would not be in his position were he not capable in both fields.[/hider][/hider]