Rhiannon put a comforting hand on Julia- no, Lauren's shoulder.
"You've been through so many names but only one has ever fit you for me." She remained silent, listening to her old, old friend and stared off down the tunnel awaiting their new team to arrive.
"It may pay to not lean on them too hard though. You remember that it was only because of Alexis' careful tutelage that we survived at all. This time we'll keep guard as Julius did over us while others teach them how to survive. They have potential, Ju- Lauren. We can only ever hope and guide them. If they fail then we simply have to guide the generation after them, as we always have done." She thought about the promise she had made to Julius almost three centuries ago.
Look after my children, Rhiannon. Let them see the new world we created.
It pained her what world had been left for his descendants to see; that would all change soon.
Gaius stuffed two books into his rucksack, having carefully chosen from his small collection which he should take. They were both family heirlooms and ones he was loathe to take into potential danger with him but he had digital copies and he had a feeling they'd be safer with him than they would left to be boxed away by whoever came to prepare his small room for the next occupant.
He swung the rucksack over his shoulder and made his way towards the designated meeting point, thinking about what was to come; not to mention the mystery of who their two guides really were. He had a feeling he had seen them somewhere before but he definitely would have remembered them; his memory was near-perfect and he never forgot anyone'd he'd ever met.
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Name: Rhiannon Jones
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Race: Human (Ellyllon)
Personality: Whimsical and a lover of festive occasions, Rhiannon revels in the joyous moments of life and is otherwise a subdued girl, forced into modesty and muteness by her label as a possessed woman.
Appearance:
Rhiannon is a young woman standing at five foot and four inches tall. Emerging into womanhood she has already started to become a beautiful woman with fiery red hair that curls naturally into neat ringlets at the tips and clear blue eyes. Her pale skin has tanned very slightly under the hot Outremer Sun but it is still clear that she is from the Northern fastnesses of the world. Lightly freckled but otherwise clear-skinned, she is healthy and has a ready smile able to melt the heart of even the hardest of warriors.
Dressed in penitential clothes, symbolizing the purpose of her Pilgrimage to Jerusalem, her hair is largely hidden underneath a simple white cowl and she wears a dusty black habit with a wooden cross hanging from a ring of beads around her neck. Simple sandals have replaced the poor leather shoes that wore out early on her journey.
Skills: Rhiannon studied (informally) under a Welsh bard at her father's lord's court and has a talent for singing and poetry, only enhanced by her lyrical voice. Like any of her people from the lands of Gwynedd (modern day Caernarfonshire/Anglesey) Rhiannon is hardy and used to a hard, rural life constantly under threat by newly arrived Norman raiders carving out their Marcher Lordships from her people's land; she has rudimentary skills in the art of healing using herbs and is more than capable of thrusting her hunting knife through a weak point in a man's mail shirt.
Her skills as a Ellyllon are slowly coming to light, now that she has discovered her identity, but are mostly limited to manipulating humans through singing or poetry, uncontrollable prophetic visions and instances of immediate understanding when she makes contact with someone.
Equipment: A small hunting knife constructed of simple iron with a crafted bone handle. A wooden crucifix.
Background & History: Rhiannon was born a serf in the northern mountains of Gwynedd just as the Normans arrived. To begin with her people rejoiced at the defeat of their ancient enemies but then the military might of the new conquerors turned against the Welsh and began to carve out lordships from their land. Her entire life has been spent with a wary eye on the misty horizon for a band of raiding, mailed Normans sweeping down to take what little her family had.
As she grew older she was given work at the uchelwyr's (local gentleman) manor as a maid and there she learned from the Bard who had obtained patronage from the uchelwyr. It became apparent that she had a talent for singing, and to some degree dancing, and poetry and more attention was paid her by local men as her beauty became accentuated by her advancing years.
At the age of 13 some of the interest waned after a rumour spread that she had sung an older man who had shown her undue attention to his death under the powerful flow of the swollen river; it was whispered that she was a siren but the man was known as a drunkard and such rumour faded quickly. However a year later she calmed a stampeding herd of cattle with a tragic ballad. The farmer rather than being grateful accused her of witchcraft and the young girl was taken before the village priest. Claiming his inability to exorcise the evil spirit within her, but convinced Rhiannon could be saved, the priest ordered that she and her family, in case they too had been afflicted by whatever malignant spirit possessed her, should go on Pilgrimage to the Holy City.
News had not yet reached the family of Pope Urban II's speech at Clermont, any such information taking much longer to penetrate the remote and isolated communities in Wales' mountainous territory. It came as a shock, therefore, when they heard of the tragic end of the People's Crusade and it was only on a merchant vessel heading for Acre that they received news of the Armed Pilgrimage to Jerusalem. Nearing the end of their journey the family decided that it was merely another test and made their way to Jerusalem where they were allowed entry; the wealth Pilgrims brought was still enough to overpower much religious hatred.
The family have now taken refuge in the Patriarch of Jerusalem's residence despite the friction between Latin and Orthodox teachings.
Name: Rhiannon Jones
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Race: Human (Ellyllon)
Personality: Whimsical and a lover of festive occasions, Rhiannon revels in the joyous moments of life and is otherwise a subdued girl, forced into modesty and muteness by her label as a possessed woman.
Appearance:
Rhiannon is a young woman standing at five foot and four inches tall. Emerging into womanhood she has already started to become a beautiful woman with fiery red hair that curls naturally into neat ringlets at the tips and clear blue eyes. Her pale skin has tanned very slightly under the hot Outremer Sun but it is still clear that she is from the Northern fastnesses of the world. Lightly freckled but otherwise clear-skinned, she is healthy and has a ready smile able to melt the heart of even the hardest of warriors.
Dressed in penitential clothes, symbolizing the purpose of her Pilgrimage to Jerusalem, her hair is largely hidden underneath a simple white cowl and she wears a dusty black habit with a wooden cross hanging from a ring of beads around her neck. Simple sandals have replaced the poor leather shoes that wore out early on her journey.
Skills: Rhiannon studied (informally) under a Welsh bard at her father's lord's court and has a talent for singing and poetry, only enhanced by her lyrical voice. Like any of her people from the lands of Gwynedd (modern day Caernarfonshire/Anglesey) Rhiannon is hardy and used to a hard, rural life constantly under threat by newly arrived Norman raiders carving out their Marcher Lordships from her people's land; she has rudimentary skills in the art of healing using herbs and is more than capable of thrusting her hunting knife through a weak point in a man's mail shirt.
Her skills as a Ellyllon are slowly coming to light, now that she has discovered her identity, but are mostly limited to manipulating humans through singing or poetry, uncontrollable prophetic visions and instances of immediate understanding when she makes contact with someone.
Equipment: A small hunting knife constructed of simple iron with a crafted bone handle. A wooden crucifix.
Background & History: Rhiannon was born a serf in the northern mountains of Gwynedd just as the Normans arrived. To begin with her people rejoiced at the defeat of their ancient enemies but then the military might of the new conquerors turned against the Welsh and began to carve out lordships from their land. Her entire life has been spent with a wary eye on the misty horizon for a band of raiding, mailed Normans sweeping down to take what little her family had.
As she grew older she was given work at the uchelwyr's (local gentleman) manor as a maid and there she learned from the Bard who had obtained patronage from the uchelwyr. It became apparent that she had a talent for singing, and to some degree dancing, and poetry and more attention was paid her by local men as her beauty became accentuated by her advancing years.
At the age of 13 some of the interest waned after a rumour spread that she had sung an older man who had shown her undue attention to his death under the powerful flow of the swollen river; it was whispered that she was a siren but the man was known as a drunkard and such rumour faded quickly. However a year later she calmed a stampeding herd of cattle with a tragic ballad. The farmer rather than being grateful accused her of witchcraft and the young girl was taken before the village priest. Claiming his inability to exorcise the evil spirit within her, but convinced Rhiannon could be saved, the priest ordered that she and her family, in case they too had been afflicted by whatever malignant spirit possessed her, should go on Pilgrimage to the Holy City.
News had not yet reached the family of Pope Urban II's speech at Clermont, any such information taking much longer to penetrate the remote and isolated communities in Wales' mountainous territory. It came as a shock, therefore, when they heard of the tragic end of the People's Crusade and it was only on a merchant vessel heading for Acre that they received news of the Armed Pilgrimage to Jerusalem. Nearing the end of their journey the family decided that it was merely another test and made their way to Jerusalem where they were allowed entry; the wealth Pilgrims brought was still enough to overpower much religious hatred.
The family have now taken refuge in the Patriarch of Jerusalem's residence despite the friction between Latin and Orthodox teachings.
If we finish up the aftermath of the battle (as it were) it makes things easier for non-combat orientated characters to interact.
After this there'll be an exodus from the Academy towards Elianst.
After this there'll be an exodus from the Academy towards Elianst.
Gaius scowled at the demeaning tone. Whoever the woman who had been hidden before was she clearly saw them as inexperienced. As true as that was Gaius didn't feel that required a question to be demeaned as stupidity. Instead of voicing his irritation he nodded his understanding, the woman's deliberate reference to his ancestor proof she knew of his lineage.
The red-haired woman, Rhiannon, nodded to Julia's instruction.
"Of course, Julia." She said, her voice a strangely lyrical tone and accent; one Gaius identified as one of the Celtic accents. Scottish? No, Welsh. It was a rare one to hear now since Wales was very much a desolate area, even when compared to state two hundred years ago. The woman gestured towards the door and led the group out.
"You'll need the basics and not much more; travelling gear, hygienic equipment, a few changes of clothes and maybe a couple of personal possessions but bear in mind that you'll be carrying whatever you bring, and possibly more besides, across the globe and there's no telling whether our journeys between the fortresses will be safe or not. With that in mind be frugal and meet us at the Sandcrawler. I presume you all know where that is." With that she disappeared in a shower of sparks leaving the group to go about their business.
With the first woman's insistence on punctuality foremost in his mind, Gaius headed off to his room with a brief farewell to the others to fetch his things and a few of the more useful tomes he kept; relics of a certain ancestor's research.
Rhiannon appeared at the Sandcrawler in a flash of light, a few sparks dancing off of her skin at the electric discharge; a power she had taken and mastered from Alexis Chandle, her teacher at Julius' school several lifetimes ago. Even with her ability of Mastery she suspected that their teacher had still been a more proficient user; Alexis 'the Flash' had been an indomitable person second only to Julius Ragnarson back in those days.
"The shadowy entrance was a nice touch, Julia. I think we've established ourselves in the 'good cop, bad cop' roles quite effectively." She said as way of greeting, hugging her longtime friend. "You know, that boy's resemblance to... Him is remarkable. So close it's scary. I think he might finally be the one."
The red-haired woman, Rhiannon, nodded to Julia's instruction.
"Of course, Julia." She said, her voice a strangely lyrical tone and accent; one Gaius identified as one of the Celtic accents. Scottish? No, Welsh. It was a rare one to hear now since Wales was very much a desolate area, even when compared to state two hundred years ago. The woman gestured towards the door and led the group out.
"You'll need the basics and not much more; travelling gear, hygienic equipment, a few changes of clothes and maybe a couple of personal possessions but bear in mind that you'll be carrying whatever you bring, and possibly more besides, across the globe and there's no telling whether our journeys between the fortresses will be safe or not. With that in mind be frugal and meet us at the Sandcrawler. I presume you all know where that is." With that she disappeared in a shower of sparks leaving the group to go about their business.
With the first woman's insistence on punctuality foremost in his mind, Gaius headed off to his room with a brief farewell to the others to fetch his things and a few of the more useful tomes he kept; relics of a certain ancestor's research.
Rhiannon appeared at the Sandcrawler in a flash of light, a few sparks dancing off of her skin at the electric discharge; a power she had taken and mastered from Alexis Chandle, her teacher at Julius' school several lifetimes ago. Even with her ability of Mastery she suspected that their teacher had still been a more proficient user; Alexis 'the Flash' had been an indomitable person second only to Julius Ragnarson back in those days.
"The shadowy entrance was a nice touch, Julia. I think we've established ourselves in the 'good cop, bad cop' roles quite effectively." She said as way of greeting, hugging her longtime friend. "You know, that boy's resemblance to... Him is remarkable. So close it's scary. I think he might finally be the one."
Hopefully that helps a little!
Hmm, good point. Let me edit.
Wurps - I shall cut a few down. Not sure how I miscounted so drastically.
Done.
Done.
I'm definitely interested.
Also if you need a historical advisor I'm a university student of history (currently in my third year) and I've studied the Crusades (both from European, Arabic and Byzantine perspectives) fairly extensively... I also have a shelf dedicated to the subject (random note: Thomas Asbridge is a fantastic source for the Crusades - it's accessible but very detail heavy so be warned!)
As for the setting I'm up for Jerusalem for two reasons: It's more interesting as a period of history as there's a lot going on at the time on both sides (the fall of Byzantium in 1453 was more the epilogue of the Crusades rather than an actual chapter in it), there are some fantastically interesting figures in the period and, most importantly for me, I know more about it >.<.
(Oh, also, about the demographic of the First Crusade: There was the People's Crusade beforehand which was made of peasants which was slaughtered; a few of these joined the actual First Crusade and they were generally from France (specifically Southern) while the nobles were largely from France (Provence, Toulouse and a few others like Godfrey de Bouillon) with a smattering of Italians (Bohemond of Taranto, for example who stole Antioch)).
PS: I won't be a stickler for historical fact - but if it's wanted I'm here.
Also if you need a historical advisor I'm a university student of history (currently in my third year) and I've studied the Crusades (both from European, Arabic and Byzantine perspectives) fairly extensively... I also have a shelf dedicated to the subject (random note: Thomas Asbridge is a fantastic source for the Crusades - it's accessible but very detail heavy so be warned!)
As for the setting I'm up for Jerusalem for two reasons: It's more interesting as a period of history as there's a lot going on at the time on both sides (the fall of Byzantium in 1453 was more the epilogue of the Crusades rather than an actual chapter in it), there are some fantastically interesting figures in the period and, most importantly for me, I know more about it >.<.
(Oh, also, about the demographic of the First Crusade: There was the People's Crusade beforehand which was made of peasants which was slaughtered; a few of these joined the actual First Crusade and they were generally from France (specifically Southern) while the nobles were largely from France (Provence, Toulouse and a few others like Godfrey de Bouillon) with a smattering of Italians (Bohemond of Taranto, for example who stole Antioch)).
PS: I won't be a stickler for historical fact - but if it's wanted I'm here.
Name: Sioned Davies (before), Rhiannon Jones (now), Elena Agarathi (to unacquainted changelings - almost a pseudonym)
Gender: Female
Age Taken: 3
Age Escaped: 22 (still looks to be 18, though)
Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Flowering
Blessing: Seductive Fragrance (9-Again on Persuasion, Socialize and Subterfuge i.e. better at persuasion, socializing and subterfuge).
Appearance (Glamor):
Red-haired and blue eyes with pale skin, Rhiannon has a delicate beauty about her which entrances and mesmerizes those who look upon her features. She is neither tall nor short, standing at an extremely average five foot six inches tall with a petite physique which merely adds to her porcelain-like attraction. Vain and immensely proud of her appearance, she chooses to dress in clothes which accentuate her pale skin and fiery hair; largely in blacks but she takes care to add the colours of the Spring Court via coloured belts, jewelry and hair accessories.
Generally she chooses to wear a black, knee-length skirt, black stockings and a petticoat of the same colour with a plain white shirt to break the monotony. A sky blue belt around her waist, over her shirt so it is clearly visible, provides no function other than as an accessory while a white-gold necklace hung around her neck with a blue amethyst gem set in tear-drop shape continues her small dedication to the Court. Finally, a flower that appears to grow from her head itself, as no stalk is visible behind her ear nor is any clip present, is the single visible sign of her Kith. In line with her colours, the flower is a brilliant azure colour. A delicate scent of a multitude of flowers follows Rhiannon wherever she goes although she wears no perfume.
Appearance (No Glamor):
Court: Spring Court.
Personality: Whimsical and cheerful, Rhiannon revels in social occasions especially when she is the centre of attention. While not going out of her way to ensure that all focus is on her, Rhiannon is careful that at any event she has a fair gaggle of admirers following her every move. Her tools of trade include flirtation, when necessary, and she finds herself easily attracted to others, regardless of gender, but it is rare for this to last long as her focus moves on. It might come as a surprise, therefore, that she is not one to become jealous of another who receives more attention than herself; this trait perhaps has been received from being a mere object for others to look at before she escaped and although she enjoys and revels in being admired she is not incapable of going without it.
She also regards humans as somehow... lesser beings despite the knowledge she came from the same beginning. Using a human to her own ends, via manipulation or obsession, is as easy as breathing for Rhiannon and she will throw away the subject's life if necessary although she will not willfully dispose of them.
Clarity/Wyrd: 5/7
Glamor: 7
Contracts and Clauses:
Contracts of Vainglory:
Songs of Distant Arcadia - Become more persuasive.
Words of Memories Never Lived - Create a story so well-woven that everyone listening believes it wholly.
Contracts of Fleeting Spring
Growth of the Ivy - Change one of the subject's desires
Pandora’s Gift - Temporarily produce an object the subject desires.
Contracts of Verdant Spring
Spur the Crowd - Sway a crowd in a certain emotional direction
Contracts of Eternal Spring
Gift of Warm Breath - Rejuvenates a target, alleviating suffering from fatigue and deprivation, and healing bashing damage.
Mother of All Deaths - Animates the plant life in an area and have it fight on the changeling's behalf.
Backstory:
Rhiannon was a babe when she was taken, barely a wisp of memory remaining of her life before Arcadia. The only thing that had stuck with her was the lyrical Welsh tilt to her voice, sing-song and lulling hearers to sleep as if she were singing a lullaby, that she had inherited from her mother, or so she had been told.
Taken for her future beauty and the beautiful melodies produced by her voice, Rhiannon lived as a servant but not as a slave in the household of her male master. Raised, taught in the ways of the Fae and then when she began to grow into her beauty, displayed as a symbol of her master's wealth at social occasions. She would sing and sometimes dance for her master and his guests before being ordered to stand with other, similar, servants for the visual appreciation of the guests.
That is not to say that Rhiannon was treated well; abuse was often hurled her way by her master who was prone to anger and he deliberately overlooked the often overly-forward attention of his guests. Enduring it all, Rhiannon began to look for escape as she neared her nineteenth birthday, or rather what she knew as her birthday. The attention paid to her had become more and more lewd as her beauty only increased and she feared what might be coming. Unable to protest, for such an outburst would result in a severe punishment often worse than what she had protested about, she retreated within herself and displayed an outward joy at any social occasion, mastering the ways of seduction and manipulation to keep herself safe.
Her chance for escape came some years later; her master had paid her more and more attention in the years since her decision to attempt an escape until she was almost always in his presence. Often she would simply be ogled for hours but she led him on, narrowly escaping more serious interaction for which she had no wish. In the aftermath of a particularly rowdy occasion her master, intoxicated by the event, become more malleable to her will than ever before and she seduced him into taking her to his quarters. His guard lowered and a joy at finally gaining a long-standing desire that had only increased with Rhiannon's gradual seduction, the master escorted her to his own chamber for the first time.
Unfortunately, being as intoxicated as he was, Rhiannon's master was easy to manipulate into slumber giving her the chance to escape from his domain with those keys kept securely in his chamber. No one had followed her, as far as she knew, and she cast away the name he had given her as well as her original name and chose one that suited both her taste and her apparent heritage. The shock of her re-entry forced her back into a servile role, relying on seduction and manipulation. Quickly spotted for her talent, she received the patronage of a member of the Spring Court who also owned one of the larger local travel businesses. Now she works for him, using her skills learned from her time in Arcadia to pay back her patron's kindness.
Still unsure of her own safety and alien to anything other than her servile role, Rhiannon often slips back into said personality, relying on seduction and manipulation when her social awkwardness becomes apparent although she quickly retreats from interaction when any attention she has not guided is paid to her.
(Hope that's all good - let me know if anything needs ironing out!)
Gender: Female
Age Taken: 3
Age Escaped: 22 (still looks to be 18, though)
Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Flowering
Blessing: Seductive Fragrance (9-Again on Persuasion, Socialize and Subterfuge i.e. better at persuasion, socializing and subterfuge).
Appearance (Glamor):
Red-haired and blue eyes with pale skin, Rhiannon has a delicate beauty about her which entrances and mesmerizes those who look upon her features. She is neither tall nor short, standing at an extremely average five foot six inches tall with a petite physique which merely adds to her porcelain-like attraction. Vain and immensely proud of her appearance, she chooses to dress in clothes which accentuate her pale skin and fiery hair; largely in blacks but she takes care to add the colours of the Spring Court via coloured belts, jewelry and hair accessories.
Generally she chooses to wear a black, knee-length skirt, black stockings and a petticoat of the same colour with a plain white shirt to break the monotony. A sky blue belt around her waist, over her shirt so it is clearly visible, provides no function other than as an accessory while a white-gold necklace hung around her neck with a blue amethyst gem set in tear-drop shape continues her small dedication to the Court. Finally, a flower that appears to grow from her head itself, as no stalk is visible behind her ear nor is any clip present, is the single visible sign of her Kith. In line with her colours, the flower is a brilliant azure colour. A delicate scent of a multitude of flowers follows Rhiannon wherever she goes although she wears no perfume.
Appearance (No Glamor):
Court: Spring Court.
Personality: Whimsical and cheerful, Rhiannon revels in social occasions especially when she is the centre of attention. While not going out of her way to ensure that all focus is on her, Rhiannon is careful that at any event she has a fair gaggle of admirers following her every move. Her tools of trade include flirtation, when necessary, and she finds herself easily attracted to others, regardless of gender, but it is rare for this to last long as her focus moves on. It might come as a surprise, therefore, that she is not one to become jealous of another who receives more attention than herself; this trait perhaps has been received from being a mere object for others to look at before she escaped and although she enjoys and revels in being admired she is not incapable of going without it.
She also regards humans as somehow... lesser beings despite the knowledge she came from the same beginning. Using a human to her own ends, via manipulation or obsession, is as easy as breathing for Rhiannon and she will throw away the subject's life if necessary although she will not willfully dispose of them.
Clarity/Wyrd: 5/7
Glamor: 7
Contracts and Clauses:
Contracts of Vainglory:
Songs of Distant Arcadia - Become more persuasive.
Words of Memories Never Lived - Create a story so well-woven that everyone listening believes it wholly.
Contracts of Fleeting Spring
Growth of the Ivy - Change one of the subject's desires
Pandora’s Gift - Temporarily produce an object the subject desires.
Contracts of Verdant Spring
Spur the Crowd - Sway a crowd in a certain emotional direction
Contracts of Eternal Spring
Gift of Warm Breath - Rejuvenates a target, alleviating suffering from fatigue and deprivation, and healing bashing damage.
Mother of All Deaths - Animates the plant life in an area and have it fight on the changeling's behalf.
Backstory:
Rhiannon was a babe when she was taken, barely a wisp of memory remaining of her life before Arcadia. The only thing that had stuck with her was the lyrical Welsh tilt to her voice, sing-song and lulling hearers to sleep as if she were singing a lullaby, that she had inherited from her mother, or so she had been told.
Taken for her future beauty and the beautiful melodies produced by her voice, Rhiannon lived as a servant but not as a slave in the household of her male master. Raised, taught in the ways of the Fae and then when she began to grow into her beauty, displayed as a symbol of her master's wealth at social occasions. She would sing and sometimes dance for her master and his guests before being ordered to stand with other, similar, servants for the visual appreciation of the guests.
That is not to say that Rhiannon was treated well; abuse was often hurled her way by her master who was prone to anger and he deliberately overlooked the often overly-forward attention of his guests. Enduring it all, Rhiannon began to look for escape as she neared her nineteenth birthday, or rather what she knew as her birthday. The attention paid to her had become more and more lewd as her beauty only increased and she feared what might be coming. Unable to protest, for such an outburst would result in a severe punishment often worse than what she had protested about, she retreated within herself and displayed an outward joy at any social occasion, mastering the ways of seduction and manipulation to keep herself safe.
Her chance for escape came some years later; her master had paid her more and more attention in the years since her decision to attempt an escape until she was almost always in his presence. Often she would simply be ogled for hours but she led him on, narrowly escaping more serious interaction for which she had no wish. In the aftermath of a particularly rowdy occasion her master, intoxicated by the event, become more malleable to her will than ever before and she seduced him into taking her to his quarters. His guard lowered and a joy at finally gaining a long-standing desire that had only increased with Rhiannon's gradual seduction, the master escorted her to his own chamber for the first time.
Unfortunately, being as intoxicated as he was, Rhiannon's master was easy to manipulate into slumber giving her the chance to escape from his domain with those keys kept securely in his chamber. No one had followed her, as far as she knew, and she cast away the name he had given her as well as her original name and chose one that suited both her taste and her apparent heritage. The shock of her re-entry forced her back into a servile role, relying on seduction and manipulation. Quickly spotted for her talent, she received the patronage of a member of the Spring Court who also owned one of the larger local travel businesses. Now she works for him, using her skills learned from her time in Arcadia to pay back her patron's kindness.
Still unsure of her own safety and alien to anything other than her servile role, Rhiannon often slips back into said personality, relying on seduction and manipulation when her social awkwardness becomes apparent although she quickly retreats from interaction when any attention she has not guided is paid to her.
(Hope that's all good - let me know if anything needs ironing out!)
Caroline is heading back to the barricade as the wall has been breached and Henry will split off to find his cavalry; Revaz is taking care of thing near the wood. The Queen is also at the barricade.
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