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4 yrs ago
Woop! Shipden Peak RP has started. Can't freaking wait for this to unfold.
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4 yrs ago
The Witches of Shipden Peak RP is starting this week! I'm equally excited and nervous.
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💀 Welcome to this Hell Hole 💀
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Ben, Benji
(I'm a woman despite the odd name)


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28 years


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24 Feb


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Germany


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English, German

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I mostly enjoy writing in the Casual section of the guild. Character development and exploring character relationships motivate me. I like to really think myself into my character and their view on others and the world around them which is why I prefer to stick to one character per roleplay. I love world-building but I am also easily overwhelmed with very detailed concepts I haven't been met with before. So you could say I love a decent amount of world-building and prefer original builds. Once everyone has settled, expanding that world and its concept is a great way to create more depth and keep me as a player hooked as I love to discover new things!

My favorite genre is and has always been fantasy. I guess you could say I love escapism to a point where I like to flee the mundane world entirely. I also feel drawn to sci-fi roleplays but I have noticed that those usually intimidate me. I feel like I am not adept at writing about technology and all that sci-fi goodness so I mostly just pine over how awesome some OOCs look and never apply to them.

When it comes to fantasy I feel right at home. For my mind, it is much easier to grasp magical concepts and worlds than sci-fi ones. As a result of this, all the worlds I write up (be it here as a GM or elsewhere) tend to be fantastical in one way or another. I especially enjoy adventure RPs and witch RPs. I like to see new magical systems and am always eager to learn more about the worlds I RP in.

Additionally, all my characters are queer, always. Since I am queer myself and can't imagine playing straight ^^


Latest Roleplays
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The Witches of Shipden Peak (GM)
Although the days of witch hunts are long past us, life isn't roses. While the upcoming election is threatening witches with a potential anti-witch politician claiming the title of president, unrest is stirring in the corners of the world. A rise in threats has been detected - unnatural beings, magical beasts, and other supernatural phenomena pull media attention and feed directly into an anti-witch campaign.

The Death Knight's Squire (GM)
A D&D One-Shot. A group of adventurers is hired to find the missing grandson of a wealthy couple visiting the town. He was taken by a mysterious knight who rode his horse into the deadly woods nearby, taking the young boy with him. But the knight is not a simple man, he is said to be a resurrected ghostly figure forever in search for a squire, kidnapping young boys who never return home.

Wandering Topside [1x1]
The Cult of the Dragon has come to Phlan, a lawless refuge on the Moonsea. Now, with no significant authority to stop the cult, other power groups in the Realms – the Harpers, Order of the Gauntlet, Lords' Alliance, and even the Zhentarim – must unite to stop the cult from fulfilling its dark purpose in the city. Meanwhile, Rhana, a drow rogue with a questionable past, and Salissa, a dhampir bard with flair, find themselves somehow involved in this as they tackle different missions aimed at stopping the cult.


Other Places of Interest
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Whispers of the Past
This is just my character archive. I have recently reorganized it. I made a whole new thread for it, moved the CS I wanted to keep for memories sake over and am now less ashamed to have people stumble upon my creations.

How To Run A Multi-Arc RP (by BlueSky44 and Morose)
Some helpful tips on running and organizing your roleplay and what to do when your story is concluded. This should help you when running a multi-arc roleplay. You will also find some tips on setting up an Interest Check and OOC here.


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I always write my IC posts in gray due to finding the white color pretty straining on the eyes.
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In Discordance in the Clockwork[Riv and Benzaiten] → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

As Rhiannon ran through the corridor she pressed down forcefully onto her comms. It was to no avail. The communication was cut off. She could not talk to her wife. Please be unharmed. God, please be unharmed.

She rounded a corner and her heart began to race with happiness she hadn't know was in her. A massive amount of tension lifted off of her, she hadn't even noticed it before. "Lisa!" She was about to tackle-hug her wife when she noticed the red seeping into her sleeve from beneath where her hand was pressed against her arm. "You're bleeding!"

Lisa was talking so fast it took Rhiannon a fracture of a moment to catch up to her. "Wait - bombs?!" The next moment the hallway began to flash in red and blue lights. A female robotic voice began to announce the start of the experiment. Their portal was being powered up. Rhiannon's mouth dropped. She didn't know what else to do. Her body felt frozen in this moment as the voice echoed in the corridor. "Why are they starting it?", she whispered to herself. But she knew the answer, she just wasn't ready to face the consequences of such a stupid decision.

Lisa's face was painted with pure horror. Rhiannon's attention was averted towards the blood on her wife again. It'd have to wait. "Shut down the system. Evacuate." She repeated the words for herself, to spring her mind to action. Her body had not been frozen for more than a few seconds but in this situation, it had felt like valuable minutes had passed. She gave her wife a glance packed with love and sorrow and the pain of someone who was ready to lose the love of their life. Lisa would never leave her behind. And she would never leave the complex and save themselves. Neither would Rhiannon. Both of them knew this. And neither of them pretended for a second there was a chance to convince the other to not put their life on the line.

There was no kiss, there was no last 'I love you'. There was no long longing moment in slow-motion as they stared into each other's eyes and flashbacks of their love played in their heads. It was a fracture of a moment and it was hectic, loud, chaotic and Rhiannon had no time to even think about what could happen to her wife.

Rhiannon began to run once more, back to where she had come from. This time with Lisa by her side. "I'll try the lab. You check the power grid. If you can cut the power externally, it'll activate the emergency power which is not connected to the portal or the generator." How would they stop a bomb from exploding though? If the saboteurs opened up the generator and placed the bomb inside, the generator could explode even if it wasn't powered up. There was still a chance for it to happen.

Rhiannon pressed on her comms once more, trying to connect to someone she trusted on their team. But the comms were still out. As she turned to head to the lab she hoped Lisa would head straight to cut the main power. When she saw the doors to the laboratory closed, she feared she wouldn't be able to enter. But her keycard swiped and the little light led up green, she offered the sensors her eye and then her fingerprint and entered the code. Her heart was racing. This was taking too much time.

As she stumbled through the door once the security system permitted her entrance to the experiment chamber - also commonly known as the laboratory among the team - Rhiannon was greeted by one of the supervisors she had never seen before pinning her straight against the wall. "Good day, Mrs. Windsor", he greeted her unamused. "I am afraid your clearance has been revoked for an undetermined amount of time."

Rhiannon struggled against him but her shock was shown on her face and the man was clearly stronger than her. "This is treason!"

The supervisor laughed into her face. "Mrs. Windsor, I understand you don't have the full scope to see what is at stake here. Scientists are always looking down their noses so much, they miss what's around them." Rhiannon's eyes found the head supervisor lying on the floor. He was unconscious. His head showed a bleeding wound. His hands and feet were tied together. Anger rose inside of her.

"Do you understand what you are doing? We are all going to die! You are blowing up the entire facility! Radioactive material will be blown into the air these citizens breathe! Are you aware of that?!" She was screaming into his face. Her hands were trying to dig into his skin, scratch at him, pull on his fingers. Anything to make him loosen his grip. But he wouldn't budge. He had been chosen for this job in particular, she was certain. To hold them off. To guard the door. His body was way too close to her. She drew up her knee between his legs but only screamed in pain.

He only grinned at her, holding her upright as she buckled over in pain. The feeling rang through her bones. She wore some kind of metal protection around his crotch. Her knee was burning with pain. Rhiannon screamed and began to claw at his face but he simply readjusted his grip on her. As though she weighed nothing more than a rag doll, he threw her onto the ground and positioned himself on top of her, so she couldn't move her legs or her arms.

Her eyes darted around the room for someone who could power down the system instead of her or for something else. But she couldn't move in this position and her limbs were beginning to feel the shortage of blood flow in them. They will be guarding the main power, too. Lisa will not get through. What do I do? What do I do? The fact was, she didn't know what to do. She wasn't equipped for such a situation. She had run straight into this man and let him take her down with ease. But Lisa won't. She's much smarter than this. Smarten than you. The lab had a power system that could power down the portal as well as the generator if you had the clearance and the codes. It was for safety measures. But in case of emergency, the power could always be cut from the power room where one had access to the entire power grid. If the main power was cut down, all systems would power down automatically and the emergency power would spring on. The safety protocol demanded that the emergency power would not be connected to the portal or the generator. If Lisa could cut the main power... How did I just fail her this badly? As a theoretical physicist, I should have been smarter than this. And then another thought crossed her mind: Why haven't they shot me yet?

She once more took a look around. There were maybe five of them. Only one seemed to carry a gun. They couldn't risk being exposed before they had the facility under their control. They were too close to the real external supervisors. If one of them had spotted them wearing weapons, they'd have locked the facility down immediately. One guy, that's a risk they took. But not all of them. Rhiannon didn't know a big deal about guns but she knew they ran out of bullets. They're saving ammunition for when they need it. If she could only somehow make them waste their bullets and free herself from the man's weight on her body... Maybe she could still fight her way to the controls and power down the system in time...

This is the moment I'd like you to come blazing in with smoking guns, darling. If her bet was between her or Lisa firing a gun with accuracy, she'd bet on her wife any day.
In Wounds of the Soul → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

Would you believe that? That maniac was laughing. But of course! If someone had something to laugh about in this situation, Aïtana would assume it'd be Catarina. Her facial expression slipped into one that clearly read 'you serious?' but would not offer the belief that she'd be phased much by it.

Throw at me what you like. As much Aïtana had wanted for Catarina to just slap her, scream at her, threaten her with torture and get the cruel waiting phase over with, the woman was smarter than to think she could crack Aïtana with such standard villainous behavior. Instead, Catarina indulged herself in mimicking Aïtana's way of conversation. She stayed calm, slightly amused. She threw jabs at her, called her boring, tried to insult her with meaningless words. Catarina played the game Aïtana had raised between them. She could recognize and respect that. Catarina let Aïtana decide how to go about it, in this moment at least, and gave her that bit of control. She was smart. She showed Aïtana just how helpless her situation was. Not by force and not by threads. By flirtation.

If Catarina wanted to call her darling, so be it. It boiled Aïtana's blood a little but she was far from letting that affect her. The first anger rose and then lifted as she cleared her head. It's just a word and it has no meaning in her mouth. She means to take a rise out of me. She thinks she found something that pokes at me and so she uses it to show her dominance. Pathetic, but fits her style just fine.

As Catarina walked behind her and touched her scarred cheek, Aïtana's head drove to the side a small fraction. It was the automatic response of her body. The wall that screamed DO NOT TOUCH. However tiny and miniature her movement had been, she knew immediately that Catarina had noticed it. You didn't go to play such a game of touch to then miss the one reaction you were looking for. Aïtana could scream at herself for that failure. With Catarina's arm around her neck and her chin on her shoulder, it took a lot within Aïtana to not move away as much as possible. She equally waited and feared for that moment that their cheeks would brush and she would be forced to feel Catarina's skin against her scarred one. But the moment didn't come. Instead, Catarina made a show of running her hand over the same spot again. This time Aïtana didn't flinch. But she felt the familiar acid in her stomach crawling up her throat. That swirling sensation inside her belly that made her feel like throwing up.

The world tipped and with a way too soft thud Aïtana landed with her back to the floor. "Uff!" The coalition tensed up her back muscles and she felt how the back of the chair dug into her bones and skin uncomfortably. She would have muscle pain for days after this. The fancy carpet helped. Her first bitter thought was to spit on the carpet again. But that would make her seem childish and unresourceful. It'd be a little 'fuck you' but nothing more.

So Aïtana looked Catarina into the eyes with apathy as she continued to romance her with words. The assumption on Catarina's part about Aïtana's reading happens amused her but she would not let a stray comment like that reveal any emotions on her face. And she would certainly not counterbalance Catarina to her liking. This weak attempt to gain information on her, however small, would not rouse Aïtana to share a single word.

And what was this bit about books? Way to redirect a conversation. Was she supposed to be impressed? Did little Catarina want a pet on the head for having a signed edition of some romance novel? How ridiculous.

Catarina's words finally found their end with a question. One that could've meant to challenge Aïtana. But it was to no avail. "Is this villain's tactics 101? Is this the beginning of a corruption arc or are you trying to get me to save you - you know, deep deep inside?" She let the words sit for a moment, unsure why sarcasm was still her go-to. Catarina would just feast on it.

"You and I are alike. We are alike in the sense that we both choose our actions ourselves and are to blame for them. But those actions surely look different. I never called you a monster, Catarina. Monsters are tale-bound mystical creatures that come out after dark. You're just a human. You're responsible for your actions." If she was looking for a heart-to-heart about the painful mistakes in Aïtana's past, she was bound to wait for eternity.
In Discordance in the Clockwork[Riv and Benzaiten] → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

Rhiannon gave a fake business smile to the group of external supervisors. The part about just with more people didn't sit right with her. But she knew that if they were here, they got clearance. She knew that if they were unannounced, they hadn't simply been able to walk in. So she reckoned that someone had missed informing her about the exact number of externs running around their lab. "Thank you for indulging me. Please, go ahead. I'd like to know every detail. I'm feeling very... protocol...today." Protocol? Really?

Whatever nonsense just slipped through her lips, the following minutes were spent with one of the regular government supervisors explaining and listing to Rhiannon all the tests they'd run and how their equipment worked. She could tell he was trying to keep her in a good mood. Either because he didn't feel like messing with a moody Dr. Windsor today or because he had some other reason. One of my many outfits must have convinced him that me in a good mood is a better thing to have. The thought crossed her half-jokingly. As the man went on and patiently answered all of Rhiannon's unnecessary questions as she technically knew what they were doing, Rhia's thoughts were still with the information her wife had dropped on her like a bomb.

Just as was watching some of the new interns more closely, still hearing the soft explanations about radioactivity measurements in her ear, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her comms. She jumped as her wife addressed her.

She looked at the inspector who had stopped talking and seemed scared she'd ask him to start from the top. "Uhm.. if you'd excuse me for just a minute." She turned on her heels and moved a couple of steps away towards a more unoccupied spot in the lab. Her eyes stayed on the interns, watching them curiously, as they scattered about the machine and the technology.

Her finger pressed on the button to allow her comms to reply back to Lisa. "I'm sorry. I don't understand what you mean. The team is over here with the machine. All ten of them. Including the inspection team leader who is being a real thrill today. What would they want with the generator?" But just as she said it her eyes grew wider. "Lisa", her tone had hit seriousness in a way that didn't leave room for discussion. "I want you to get out of there. I have no idea who those people are and how they got in. But the lead inspector and his entire team are with me." Rhiannon wasn't sure what else to say. She didn't really believe that something bad would happen. How could it? But her heart began pounding just a little faster and she noticed how her eyes took in the details more efficiently. Nobody would hurt Lisa in this building, right?

A small echo in her mind, sounding much like a reporter, played a tune of words for her. An unfortunate accident accounts for Dr. Lisa Johnson's unexpected death. Just shy of completing her and her wife Dr. Rhiannon Windsor's lifelong project -" Of course it would not actually be in the news anywhere. Way too top secret. They would tell her it was an accident. They would tell Rhiannon to take a few weeks, then a few more. They'd tell her she could return if she liked but then she'd never get the chance.

Lisa is making me paranoid... But even if so, Rhiannon believed her. She didn't want to. But in her gut and in her heart she did. And that meant that Lisa might very well be in danger. Her eyes darted to the machine - her baby, her heart's project. And then she turned and left the experiment chamber with long strides, heading straight for engineering.
In Wounds of the Soul → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

Aïtana watched the woman closely as she began cleaning the spot on the carpet. She soon finished and began speaking to her as if they were long friends or had some kind of relationship that allowed for civil communication while one of them had been knocked out cold, kidnapped, and was tied to a chair.

Aïtana was ready to spit into Catarina's face - be it with words or fluids. Her words did nothing to impress her. They all felt like lies at this point, and even more so, they sounded pathetic in her ears. Admiring her morals. Who was supposed to believe that? Maybe someone from the council she had somehow gotten into her pocket? Aïtana had long believed that Catarina was hiding the full scope of who and what she was. Her suspicion was more of a gut feeling at first, a wariness. Be careful around that one, her instinct had warned her. And Aïtana had listened. Catarina was dangerous. She could deal with dangerous, she could even respect dangerous. What she drew the line at dishonest and pretentious.

Catarina got close to her, close enough so they could look into each other's eyes as her captor lowered herself to the floor. Aïtana wouldn't give her the pleasure to look away and cower. She stared straight into those eyes and searched for something she could work with. Was there doubt? Was there hatred? But she couldn't tell.

"Let's not pretend for one second that you want to stand across from me as equals. Your words don't phase me. I have the strong feeling one of us benefits more from this captive situation than the other, so don't come at me with this weak attempt of 'We both hate this situation equally, let's work this out' bullshit. If you find it so disgusting, I recommend taking a long look into the mirror. You might throw up from the very view you find in it." She wished she had free range with her feet to push the woman away from her position in front of the chair. "If you're trying the 'easy way' here, just to blame it on me once you start your torture, I'd suggest you cut to the act. Honestly, I never thought you were this naive to believe your victim-blaming would work on me. Have you read too many villain novels? Do you practice that speech in front of the mirror?"

She let out an unamused laugh. "Shall we unpack your traumatic childhood next as if that would excuse any of your actions? 'Oh I find kidnapping disgusting.' But didn't you just mention there was another person you have locked up somewhere in a cage? 'You wouldn't want someone else to get captured.' Are you really trying to blame your actions on a person tied to a chair? I'm sorry but your theater act isn't doing it for me. If you want to have a real conversation with me, I'll give you two hints. First: Do not call me darling. Second: Untie me. Meet me at eye level. Let's talk as equals. And don't use your corrupted, ungraceful spells to dominate someone else's body or mind." She wasn't ready to admit that she had not yet cracked how Catarina had captured her. Her memories of that moment hadn't fully surfaced yet. She knew that Catarina had surprised her. Not with her presence but with something else. Aïtana had dropped to the floor immediately, pain had been involved. But as far as she could tell, her body was uninjured now.

Aïtana braced herself for an incoming attack. She didn't know if Catarina was one to easily lose her temper, she hadn't seemed like it before. But now she was in her habitat, away from people, away from needing a mask. And Aïtana could not possibly know what hid underneath it.
In Avalia → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: 10:00 am
Location: Port Vanarosa, outside The Seagull → Ship
Interactions: @Helo Nym | @Potter Tigerlily | @Tae Lizzie | @Alivefalling Barboda | @princess Helio
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Action in inventory: gained 30 amas by posting within 24h

As Éliane's attention lied on her best friend whom she was hoping to get together with soon enough to exchange their stories, she entirely missed Lizzie's flirtation towards the fairy prince. Her eyes were sparkling with joy. Having people around her that she knew felt so right. She hadn't noticed how desperately her heart had wanted to come home to someone, to see someone's eyes recognize her face and their lips turn into a smile for seeing her. Tigerlily and Nym had both given her that and she could not wait to talk to either of them in a more settled and calm moment. Right now everyone seemed filled with adventurous cravings and excitement. Her chest filled with joy and pride when Nym complimented her as a 'traveler with skills worth boastin’ of and a talent with words', a welcomed warm sensation after the rough news of last night.

Albeit missing Lizzie's flirt with Helio, she could've never missed the woman turning her attention to her and calling her "my dear". Her heart skipped once again for the woman's smooth words. But just as the rest continued to talk, she wondered what her place in this would be. Both Tigerlily and Nym seemed nothing but excited to join the red-haired captain in her pursuit of leading a glorious pirate's life. She trusted them both to keep Lizzie safe. Even though she had only met Nym once before, she felt a bond with him and hoped deeply that the trust she gave him without much reason was justified.

Confusion rose within her as she noticed Tigerlily's attention being drawn towards the prince. She couldn't detect any further interest coming from the prince himself but Éliane was sure that she saw something within Tigerlily, just for a second, that betrayed her composure. Did she know Helio Millenia? She made a mental note to ask her friend about it at a more suitable moment.

Tigerlily's remark on Lizzie's lack of equipment brought her back to the present. She needs to blend in better. In that moment, Barboda brought them back on track. He mentioned the Odds and Ends they should be visiting but announced he would return to the ship already to prepare. Éliane wasn't a paranoid person, far from it! But something about the tin man still icked her. Maybe she was being silly, overly cautious - also rather unlike her - but she couldn't help it. Something about not knowing who was behind that get-up made her suspicious. And not to forget, his introduction to her and Lizzie had been the murder of two light elves and an offer Lizzie couldn't deny. How utterly convenient to have just the thing someone you snuck up on needs.

As the group began to head towards the nearby Odds and Ends, Barboda was on his way towards the ship. Éliane hesitated. He would have enough time to sabotage the ship or to surprise them with an ambush. It could be a trap. Or it could be someone who just so happens to be telling the truth. Someone looking for someone to captain the ship. But what is his gain? She more than disliked her train of thoughts. Éliane always approached people openly. Kindness and an open mind were the best way to assure people were given a fair chance. She knew her suspicions weren't unjustified. He had murdered two people. He had likely murdered more. But he had also shown them proof of why he considered his actions necessary. And as much as Éliane was still against the execution, she had to remember that Lizzie could have very well been dead. Or captured. She herself could have been dead.

Her mind wouldn't allow her to come to a clear decision about this man. She looked at the group who was several feet away from her now, moving towards the Odds and Ends, and likely being certain she was following. There was no reason for them to think otherwise. She knows what she's doing. I hope... With a few half-run steps Éliane approached Lizzie from behind and softly grabbed her arm to stop her. As Lizzie turned around to look at her, she quickly withdrew her hand from the woman's arm and fished out a handful of coins from her amas pouch. "I'll go ahead to the ship. Consider this a thank you for... for not robbing me when you had the chance." Éliane took Lizzie's hand with one of hers and placed the coins into it with the other. She looked into her eyes and relished that sight for a few heartbeats as she held onto the now closed hand of the captain. With a smile and a nod she withdrew, turned and headed towards the ship Barboda had pointed out. He had already boarded the vessel.

”Hmm?” Lizzie turned and looked up at Éliane as the woman began speaking to her and handed her amas. ”Oh, well thank you.” She said as she pocketed the money and briefly glanced in the direction Barboda had gone then back to Éliane, finding it curious that the woman was about to follow the man it was clear she didn’t entirely trust. ”A brief warning for you, love. I understand that you do not trust him and you have a right to that, however, he is now a part of my crew. I do not take kindly to those that wish to harm someone of my crew.” Of course she didn’t know if that was Éliane’s intentions or not, but she would give the warning nonetheless. ”That also goes for you, I wouldn’t want to see you hurt either. Just think through your actions, fair?” She added as she gave her a sweet smile.

Éliane's face showed a frown for a couple of seconds. Harm someone of Lizzie's crew? Élaine had never had the intention to harm someone who didn't cause harm first. However much she wanted to release her pain and anger. She acted in defense and would only strike first if she assumed inevetable harm would come from a person. But of course Lizzie wasn't wrong. She had lifted her bow to Barboda's head and had been ready to plunge him to death with a sharp arrow as certain as her god Solaris was filling her fingertips with light.

With a smile and a nod Éliane withdrew. "You have my word." She was close to saying 'I don't want to see you hurt either'. She wanted quite the opposide. But instead, the elf turned and headed towards the ship Barboda had pointed out earlier. He had already boarded the vessel. Éliane couldn't make him out anymore.

Her steps took her father away from the place her heart longed to be. In her head she could see Nym and Tigerlily laughing while they were shopping. And Lizzie among them, growing more independent with every step she took. Éliane had long grasped that Lizzie wouldn't have needed her money and of course not her protection. But it felt right to leave her with at least something. A few coins more in her pocket wouldn't hurt, she guessed. For a moment Helio slipped into her brain. There was just something about him... She couldn't quite agree with him, something in her felt like she should keep her distance. But at the same time she felt drawn towards him, fascinated by him. She wanted to knew more, wanted to talk to him and understand who he was. He seemed like one hell of an interesting person to be around. Yet... that feeling she should be careful wouldn't leave her.

"Ay you!" Someone pulled on her arm roughly. Éliane's hand crashed into the person's crook of the arm, then the her fist slammed down onto the elbow. She was released within a fraction of a second. A gasp was heard, a painful whine. Éliane had her hand on the hilt of her sword, the other one up in front of her. Light was glistening at her fingertips. But it soon died down. Éliane eased her posture and let go of the hilt.

An old woman was lying on the floor. The blow to her arm had thrown her entirely off balance. "Oh, Solaris forgive me! I am so sorry. Are you hurt?" She gently helped the woman to her feet. Without hesistation Éliane grabbed into her backpack and offered the woman water from her water skin. "Are you in need of a medic, ma'am?"

"Foolish child", she woman coughed at her. She took the water and gulped half of it down before returning it to Éliane. Again, she grabbed her arm and pulled on it. This time Éiane let herself be pulled closer. She old wrinkled face was a map of age. She could not tell how old the demi-human was exactly but she guessed that this person had seen at least a hundred years. Her grey, foggy eyes told silent tales of hundreds more. "You are the one."

"I am what? Excuse me, ma'am, it is really nice to make your accquaintance, but I must disappoint you. I think you've got the wrong person. We have never me-"

"Silent, child." She dug her nails into Éliane's skin as she pushed her face even closer to the elf's. Éliane was trying hard to be polite and not pull back. The teeth of the woman had seen better days. She wasn't sure what the old lady wanted but she began to suspect that money was involved. "You are IT!", the woman suddenly exclaimed loudly, screaming into Éliane's face who couldn't help but jump.

"It, it, it, it, it", the woman sing-sang as she began to walk a few feet away and rummage in what seemed to be a pile of trash. Éliane saw a broken location finder, several rusty pots, some old and mostly broken jewellery, a ship's wheel, several wooden boxes that seemed to collect only dust... "There!" The woman had reappeared closely into Éliane's face, faster than she could comprehend. In front of her eyes something brown and blurry blocked her sight. "Pathfinder."

Éliane took the piece into her hand and held it further away from her eyes so she could focus on it. It was nothing but a... coin. A big coin. It was heavy and filled out almost her entire palm. She began to play with it, moving her fingers over and around it. It wasn't brown as she had thought, it was copper. One side of the coin showed a ship's wheel, above it the words Smooth Sailing were written into a banner. "Port of Ceros. 5 Coppers", Éliane read the words on the edge out loud. She turned the coin over. On the other side it showed a ship on sea. Above it within a banner it read the words Rough Seas. The words on the edge formed the sentence Trade Council Of The Narrows.

"Where is the port of Ceros? I have never heard of such a place. I have never seen it on a map." She was still turning the coin round and round in her hand, running her fingers along it. Something felt familiar and... right. "Who are the 'Narrows'?" As she looked up from the coin the woman was grinning widely at her. Her eyes were almost lost in her wrinkled face.

"You're the one", she repeated. "What does that mean?", Éliane asked. But the woman just nodded at her, turned around and began to walk away, humming an unfimilar melody. "Wait, hold up!" Éliane considered to go after her but something told her not to. "What is this coin? Who are you?"

But the woman was not listening and Éliane was still playing with the coin, unable to stop and unable to follow the woman. She dropped her gaze onto the object in her hand. "Trade Council Of The Narrows." She had absolutely no idea what this meant.

As Éliane began to walk, she continued to play with the coin. Her mind once again distracted, she thought to herself: 'I oughta be more careful with my daydreams. This is the third time today someone was able to snuck up on me. As far as records go, this is a personal best.'

Only after she began to hear the sound of wild, happy chattering did she perk up her head and notice where she had been walking towards. "Lizzie", she whispered under her breath as her eyes caught the red-haired woman alongside her crew. They had just left the Odds and Ends shop and were making their way towards the ship. Éliane felt something within herself that didn't make sense to her. For some reason, seeing Lizzie and the crew made her feel as if she was coming home from a long time away. Hadn't she just seen all of them a few minutes ago? How strange.

Instinctively, Éliane let the pathfinder coin slip away into a pocket. Then her eyes grew big as she managed to perceive more than just Lizzie's intense aura. "A PARROT!!!" She hurried forward and was by Tigerlily's side within a second. Her attention focused on the bird as she moved her finger towards it and it let her pet his little head. Animals just had a thing with Éliane. It had always been this way. "I'm gonna name you Knuckles. That alright, Knuckles?" The parrot chiriped at her and softly nibbled at Tigerlily's ear. Whether that meant yes or no, she didn't know. "Oh thank you so very much for saving him, Lily. My heart couldn't have bled more with such a beautiful, innocent creature sitting in a cage in a shop all day. No, you belong to the world, Knuckles! You are magnificent and you are free! I will honor every step of the way you choose to take with us." She petted the bird once more, creeping closely to Tigerlily and ignoring any other people around her. The bird had stolen the show. "What would a pirate ship be without a parrot? Right, Knuckles?"

Once Éliane had petted him a third time, she was finally ready to turn to the rest of the crew. Her eyes lingered on Lizzie for a moment. "Found anything worth spending money for?", she asked the crew.

Action in inventory:
loss of 205 amas (given to Lizzie)
gain of one pathfinder coin (strange gift)
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"Hehehehe...hahahah!" The woman was laughing as she saw the child run around her. But she was just a child herself. Not more than fourteen years. The kid was making her dizzy. He was running round and round and round as she spun her body to keep her focus on him, pretending to throw her claws out at him, growling and hissing. "Aïtana! Aïtana!", the boy yelled her way as his body jerked away from her dangerous claws. "Aïtana!!" Suddenly his voice changed. She sounded angry now. The meadow was gone, they stood in a small wooden room. A kitchen. The stove was on. The water was boiling over. "Aïtana!", the same scream came at her again. The boy's amber eyes glared at her with malicious intent, with hatred and anger deeper than his 9-year-old soul should have been able to carry. "ARGHHH!", he screamed. A high-pitched ringing hit her ear, at the same time something burning hot sliced over her face. She screamed. She could hear herself scream. "Aïtana! Aïtana!" The boy was crying now. He sat beside her on the floor and shook her arm with his two small hands. Big tears were running down his face. "I didn't mean it. Aïtana!" The boy blurred before her eyes.

"Nikolai...", soft lips whispered from a clouded mind. "It's okay. I know. Nikolai...." Aïtana's eyes opened to a blurred intake of colors she couldn't place. Everything seemed gray... Her head felt heavy. She tried to pull her hand to her forehead but it was stuck. Aïtana let her head drop for a moment, her eyes closed. She felt sick to her stomach.

When she reopened her eyes and forced her brain to process her surroundings, the blur slowly lifted. She didn't recognize where she was. It was some kind of dark cold room. The walls were made up of gray stone. She saw bookshelves. A single entrance, the door closed.

She pulled on her arm again and this time it dawned on her that she wasn't simply stuck. She was tied up. Her mind began to understand that something had happened. Asess the situation, her logic commanded. She was tied up on her hands, her ankles and for good measure around her midsection. She could see. Her mouth was free, she could use her verbal magic. The stool she was positioned in seemed to be of simple wood. It stood close enough to the entrance. The door seemed to be made up of normal wood, it looked thick but at least it wasn't metal. She quickly took notice that she had no further belongings but her clothes on her body. Her eyes darted around the room. Books... so many books. A strange big stone circle stood on the opposite side of the room, opposite from the only exit she could make out. A desk. A cabinet. She would need to get out of the chair. The cabinet might hold something sharp enough to cut through the robes that tied her up. The desk might offer a letter opener. Not exactly a weapon but worth a try.

Aïtana took a breath. Her head still felt heavy. She didn't exactly have a headache. It felt more like the aftermath of a painful night. She was exhausted. Her body desperately needed fluid. Her mouth felt dry. How long have I been out for? It was impossible to say what time of day it was as the room proved to offer no windows. Underground, was her first explanation.

Aïtana almost yelped as the door flung open. Her eyes grew wide for just a second. Then her face was stone. She hoped the woman hadn't noticed. She thought she didn't. Before stood Catarina Loveti de Monte Scifo. The memory of sharp, unbearable pain all over her body resurfaced. The traitor began to talk to her. Aïtana would have loved nothing more than to knock her unconscious and throw her into the darkest cell they could find to leave her there to rot. Her suspicions had been proven right. If not before, then now beyond any doubt. Her captor began to light up the rooms with candles.

A loud crack almost made Aïtana jump. But she had felt the show of power, the attempt to scare her coming. Her heart might have jumped but her body had not flinched. She wanted her to talk? Aïtana gathered some strength and spit right in front of Catarina. Her eyes darted back into those furious orbs.

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Concept: a court mage who is a trusted individual to the ducal couple. Her position in the court comes with the responsibility of moral inquisitions. She is responsible to advise the court and especially the ducal couple on the moral aspects of decisions due to the purity of her magical abilities. She also has a high standing within the executive branch and is asked to sit within some trials, give her opinion or advice, and oversee some of the more complicated cases.

Name: Aïtana Du'Vall
Race: Human
Age: 37
Appearance

Abilities
• Spells of Insight
Works as a hunch, a vague 'pull' or something that would lead them to have a gut feeling of "I should look there, I should hide, I should xy" and then they trust in that and it usually proves correct.

• Spells of Purity
Allows the user to tug at people's heartstrings and make them feel prone to speak their truth, their heart's desire, their true pain. Essentially, honesty. Requires focus and verbal use. Can be enhanced with specific catalysts.

• Spells of Audible Indunation
The ability to overwhelm someone's mind with voices. Requires focus, close proximity to the other person. Can 'ricochet' when someone uses a field with ricocheting ability. Useless against people with mind shields.

• Spells of Monocular Realization
The ability to make people see your own bodily features as however you want. This does not result in an actual change of bodily features, but instead, it works as a "filter" atop the real version. Can only be held for a short period of time. Limited to user's imagination and skills. Unlikely to be upheld during pain due to requiring some concentration. Needs consistency: If not consistent in color/shape/details/etc, the deceived can easily see through the filter. Weather Conditions: The illusion must be adapted during weather changes, this includes for example when the user gets wet, they need to remember to change the illusion to someone who is also wet. (This can be done subconsciously.)


Drive: Honesty and Justice
Belief: “The laws enabled by the court protect the citizens' human rights and the court's system and branches enforce a just execution of those laws to ensure justice and safety.”

Characterization notes
- Values fairness, the law, and justice.
- Trusts in the ducal couple and the established justice system
- Has become the unofficial official symbol for morality (meaning that the officials - such as the court - use her as a symbol for their morality but it is not officially claimed that she's their symbol)
- Has a slightly deeper voice that has been described as enticing, seductive and soothing.

Personality
As someone holding a lot of responsibility and trust, Aïtana is very much aware of the power she holds and strives to treat it with respect every day. Due to her valuing justice and fairness so highly, she holds herself to a high standard. She can not fail. Failing would mean to not just make a 'mistake' but it would have significant impacts on other people's lives. Being fully aware of this, Aïtana is not always the most relaxed person. She tends to sit through court sittings with a frown on her forehead and tension in her upper back. Due some poor choices in the past, Aïtana certainly doesn't lack a package of guilt she carries around with her. The fact that she has become a public symbol for moral standards weighs heavily on her.

Aïtana believes certain types of magic that want to harm or control people to be a disease that plagues the heart and soul and can corrupt good people. She would compare it to drug use. You try it, you begin to balance a slippery slope and it gets you addicted and pulled in further and further. Until it begins to control you, corrupt your own ideas and morals and your soul. People who go down this road can be seen as the victim. But at some point, when they become a threat to society, they have to be seen as the enemy of the court.

In these instances, Aïtana would suggest moving against those who cause harm to others with force even if it might mean their death. Where trials are seen as a just opportunity to determine someone's guilt or innocence, Aïtana believes that at a certain point of harm or treason the trial comes secondary - the safety of the citizens comes first! And if that means to end someone's life, then so be it. Although it does pierce her heart and she'd rather save a life and save a victim.

Breaking the law for selfish gain is something Aïtana can't see. She believes in the system and in the peace their city enjoys. This peace as well as everyone's human rights can only be protected if those who break the laws see their rightful punishment. In cases of self-defense, desperation or survival, Aïtana sees the breaking of a law - depending on the criminal charge - more as a reaction to a different problem and would speak in support of the person to be granted help of some kind instead of punishment.


Occupation/Position: Advisor on Moral Issues (Member of the Court)

History
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The rest of the drive continued in silence. Rhiannon tried to use the time to sort a bit through her thoughts but every time she made an attempt to categorize or evaluate her emotions, Lisa's words, Lisa's actions... she felt tears burning behind her eyes. So she gave it up for now. It wasn't that Rhiannon was afraid of crying and she wasn't holding back because of Lisa either. But she knew if she started now, she wouldn't stop until they had sorted through it at least roughly and she could fall back into her wife's arms.

So the silence stretched out between them as Rhiannon watched the street pass by once again. Would it have been different if she had told her yesterday? Or a year ago? Would it have made a difference? Yes. Rhiannon truly believed it would have. She should have told her from the start. Secrets in a relationship were bound to rot the fruits.

She glanced over at her wife who was focused on the road. Her fingers itched with the need to reach out and just touch her. To just know that they would be fine. It was a ridiculous thing: Lisa had made her feel bad and hurt and the only person Rhiannon wanted comfort from about it was... well, Lisa.

As the building complex drew closer, Rhiannon pulled down the mirror above her seat and tried to fix her hair. It still looked a goddamn mess but at least it wasn't halfway hanging off anymore. So much about that hairdo...

Very unlike them, the two wives parked the car, entered the facility and went through all security checks without speaking another word. There was no quick kiss when they parted. Lisa making her way to engineering and Rhiannon heading straight to the experiment chamber. "Gentlefolks", she greeted the room full of people. Some of the workers looked up to greet her with a nod, many motioned a hello in their way and some greeted her by her maiden name, as was usual in the lab.

Rhiannon didn't show her displeasure of the 10 supervisors in her lab on her face but her wife would know. And so would most of the people they had worked with for years. They knew Rhiannon Windsor well enough to understand she didn't like the external supervisors and she would not like 10 more than she did 4. "I can't mind. My contract doesn't permit me", she joked riskily with dripping sarcasm. The one who had spoken to her laughed, some others chuckled - rather uncomfortably - but many stayed silent and dead-faced. "I would ask to know every detail of what you are about to do with your fine equipment though if you please. It is of great importance that my wife and I know of every item coming in and out of this room to include all variables and factor in all possible interferences. You see, the portal is a very remarkable yet somewhat unstable thing. I'd like to prevent any accidents."
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