“Yay, fire! Thank you!” Kosara cheerfully blew out the lil candle she had just lit up, stuffing it away and grabbing the torch from Kathryn instead. She now had the ‘Flaming Club of Destiny’. Or maybe a flaming cudgel would be a better title… In any case, with a nice lit torch of burning wrath in hand, Kosara was happily looking around. They now had lights and lights were good given the situation. Mists weren’t making anything easy or nice, but on the upturn they had something to combat the mists and darkness with. Then out of nowhere, the white tiefling had a revelation… Her eyes focused on the torch in her hand, knowledge raced through her mind, memories that sometimes she remembered and other times forgot, a quick whispered words of power and a Thaurmaturgical minor wonder was brought into existence, quickly followed by a second one as the flames dancing upon her torch shifted into hues of gold and grew brighter. And just like this she now had the Advanced Flaming Club of Destiny.” Let’s go!” The dancer was very happy with her better torch and planned to maintain it for the time being.
As they got closer to the B&B there was a loud scream that filled the air from afar. Kosara couldn’t exactly say how far and from where, partially because of the fog and how it carried the noise. In any case it was probably from somewhere around town. Kosara nearly jumped out of her skin when it happened and looked frantically around for a bit, but eyes narrowed and growled, peering at the mists, promising lot’s of dead rats later. Maybe they should bring in cats to hunt all the rats later. Yeah that was an idea, though kicking some wererats butts was also a good thing to do! When Lizbeth opened the door a bit and gave the news that Cecily was not present, something heavy settled into the pit at Kosara’s stomach. THAT was not a good news, in fact it was very bad news.
Kathryn was as expected the big reassuring (half) giant that apparently made the girl feel just reassured enough to allow the door to open and for the warrior to enter. Kosara nodded and gave a bit of a reassuring smile from the doorway as she turned around, peering into the misty darkness around them, trying to see if there were any dangers and to just be ready in case something does try to jump out of it. She had a mighty stick of fiery destiny to whack it with! That or a Celestial Blast. If Kosara was to be honest, she couldn't wait for the moment where she had an actual target to attack. Evil was surely lurking, they just had to find it... or it had to show itself really. Kahtryn was NOT saving any of em this time around. Ratmen were going be deadmen... them and anybody else who was in on the evil.
Location: TIME Agency office - Downtown Arkham Hit Points:13 - Sanity Points:65 - Luck:50 Mental State: Sane Skill: N/a
With everybody assembling, she recognized some faces, others not quite as much, though that could have been her general state of mind and body at any given time. Still some had a few good ideas or information to give to the curious situation they had at their hands. She chuckled softly and took a deep drag from her cigarette, listening to all the opinions. Collaborating what they knew of their target of investigation with the general way things went was about right. Suspicious former(more than likely) priest, had a good idea that it was quite a long wait for the Man to start searching for their target. Though it wouldn’t surprise her, rich people were with their own eccentricities and if he was a known explorer and a man that liked to go out there and away from contact every now and then, it would make some sense they wouldn’t be too worried at first. Ellie looked at their ol' pal Harry.
“Harry, dear, I meant TIME in general.” She chuckled, taking another drag of her nicotine source of choice and gave the two documents a quick look over. The things didn’t reveal much, though it certainly put a spin on the situation. A convenient spin anyways and anybody that lived in this blasted city and it’s surroundings should know that convenient things were a lie. Well they should know it, but men are pretty easy to convince to just accept things at face value and not ask questions about the suspicious most of the times, especially so away form the big city.” Thank you for the advice, Harry. We really should, never discount anybody as a suspect ever.” She quipped in a nod, making a mental attempt at calculation exactly what it would cost to travel to their location. She could get one of her lover’s underlings to drive her over, just rent a car or buy a bus ticket there… or given it was a group assignment, one of her colleagues could drive her. ” So anyone here willing to drive us there or should we arrange for transport? I’m willing to cover fuel expenses.” She stated flatly.
“Eldorado...” She began flatly, looking at the professor.” Isn’t that the place that all those idiots with way too much time and money go to search only to die to the dangers of the jungles they venture into ever since those Spaniards heard it from locals all that time back? If that’s his favorite pasttime, I’d guess we are looking at a guy with a death wish, even more if he made it back.” Eleonora stated in sarcasm and amusement, taking a deep drag from her cigarette.” If he made it back and hasn’t written anything that means he either believes he has a clue and is keeping quiet or has given up, and rich and adventurous don’t give up.”
“Look, I say we get going. It will be a decent trek there and we’re already weeks behind him and whatever he probably got himself into.” Ellie stated and stood up, finishing the last of her cigarette and extinguishing the butt in the ashtray.” We are going to have hours to exchange idea and make theory while we travel.”
“Hmmm, sure!” Kosara pipped up at their newly resident dragonborn’s request for glowing sword too. So without doing much thinking she hopped and skipped over to him and placed a hand on his sword where the handle and the guard were, channeling the mystical energies of gold, muttering something and going through the motions before unleashing the cantrip on the sword! With a sudden flash it began glowing brightly golden instead as her own sword quickly lost it’s shine and she blinked.
“… I forgot! You can only keep a light spell on a single object!” She stated in sudden realization, looking at her now distinctly not glowing in heroic way scimitar.” Ehh doesn’t matter, it’s still good the way it is.” She stated happily and pointed it towards the sky in happy way. Let it not be said that Kosara is not looking on the sunshine side of life. She was completely seemingly ignoring noises that might be happening around them for now at least.
“Marita, I forgot that only one light can be up! For some reason prior ones just go out.” Kosara blinked at her cleric friend and looked at the shield then at the monk’s sword and back at the shield.” The shield wins!” She jumped over to the cleric and repeated the motion with her shield instead, switching the light for a third time in such a small span of time to the big now shiny shield with a sun on it.” It’s fitting! The sun must shine! Praise the sun!”
In any case as they moved and had an eventual brief chance to glimpse through the fog there were a lot of red eyes. Those eyes made Kosara stare at the fog, tilting her head looking intensely into the fog as if she could see through it. She couldn’t, but it didn’t stop her from looking at it! At least until Mr Mallard opened his door and began distributing the goods… gear… goods… yes.” Hey, Mr Mallard! Look after yourself tonight, alright!” Kosara cheerfully greeted him when he showed up.
Finally when he closed the door and barricaded himself again, they were alone out on the street and presumably surrounded by things with beady red eyes swarming all around them just beyond the reach of the lights. Well with nothing to do, she sheathed her scimitar and pulled a candle out of her bag.” So… anyone has torches? I never got any cause I never needed them in the past.” Kosara quipped as she cast a quick prestidigitation on the candle to light it up.” The Light spell was usually enough for me if I had to go anywhere in the dark and candles was all I needed indoors otherwise...” The candle really wasn’t sending much light around them given the magical glowing shield that they had.
“Alright! I’m going to make some light!” Kosara happily quipped at the human part of the party’s agreement with the benefits of artificial light to illuminate the darkness that was Avonshire after sunset. She saw rather well in the darkness herself, but Martina and Kathryn were humans so they wouldn’t. She wasn’t completely sure about V and Berry though. Still everybody would see better with lights and rats probably saw well in darkness. Light maybe bad for them? She could hope. So she focused on making the one object she was holding that would make for a fine light source… her scimitar! Sure it was a magical scimitar, but it made it only better! It would probably break the cantrip if she dismissed the pact weapon, but as long as she kept it present, the spell should hold. So with a bit of focus, some gestures, happy thoughts and other spell secrets that she was not probably allowed to mention, but she would if anybody asked, golden light began shining from the sword, bathing those present.” See, I can make light like this. Any one of you wants to also carry a light source? I can probably maintain one more easily enough and I can always transfer this one to one of you too if 2 of you want to have the light sources instead.” She explained happily, now that they had a source of proper light in this place that was rapidly getting darker and more depressing. There was evil lurking behind every corner!
“We can hope, Kathryn. Ratmen are probably scary thing.” Kosara nodded sagely at the warrior woman’s theory that people may have decided to hunker down for the night and lock themselves in tight just in case. It was probably the only and best course of action most would have. Kosara much doubted they left, not in this weather, well maybe some did, but it didn’t seem possible the entire town did? As she understood it, towns had way more people than simple villages and even villages sometimes had a lot of people. Also there were forest goblins lurking in the outskirts of the city. They killed some, but who knew if there were more out there. She could only hope people would be save tonight and that they manage to deal with whatever it was that’s going down before it could get worse. Before long they arrived before the glorious smithy of mr silversmith – Mallard. She blinked as Kathryn went on to do some serious beating on the door. She didn’t participate this time though, she just looked around and at the rest of the party.” So any takers to carry magical lights?”
Location: TIME Agency office - Downtown Arkham Hit Points:13 - Sanity Points:65 - Luck:50 Mental State: Sane Skill: (Education/Knowledge Roll - 97 fail)
“Shuttup...” Eleonora growled, feeling the annoying buzzing of a doorbell. It was early morning… probably. Yeah it most certainly was, judging from the unholy abomination called sunlight that was making it’s way through the curtains that she had in her stupidity forgotten to pull over to block the windows before going to bed last night. Well she had better things to worry about back then. Well maybe worry was a wrong word as the killer headache was making itself known with all it’s wild fury of a racing stampede of mustangs across the plains.
Growling at the incessant noise that was killing her everything right now, she pulled herself out of her rather comfortable bed, still dressed in her silken nightgown and downed the glass of water on the nightstand by the bed. It helped a touch…. Just a touch. Not even minding her state of general undress aside the nightgown that really didn’t hide all that much, she dragged herself over to the front door where the killing noise was coming from her doorbell.” WHAT!?” She half growled, half shouted as she pulled the door open in a violent manner, glaring murdering daggers. Sexy nightware not withstanding, her hair was a mess, her eyes were red and her eyeshadows were dark enough to make her appear rather scary. What turned out to be the source of her wrath, was a young man, probably no more than 13 years of age. The kid’s eyes bugged out at her appearance, stammered, flushed and reached out a messenger note to her which she grabbed and slammed the door shut afterwards, dragging herself to the bedroom once more, sitting on the bed and after finally working her head through the headache, reading the note.
“Huh… of course, it had to be today.” She cursed under her breath. Rubbing her eyes and standing up, nearly tripping this time, having stumbled over one of the empty bottles from last night. Drunken flashes coursed through her mind, mostly disjointed as she made her way to the bathroom and proceeded to do with her mourning routine of showering with somewhat cool water and other morning health necessities including cleaning her teeth and mouth very well. Had to maintain decent smile despite all the alcohol and smoking after all.
The message had arrived in early morning, dawn barely arriving, so 2 hours later she was ready with everything, cleaned up, dressed properly and makeup applied to resume her usual appearance for those outside her home. Chewing on some ground coffee, she walked out of her home and headed to the agency. The cool morning air would help her wake up faster she surmised, especially with the raw coffee.
Wrapped in her black long coat and with her head protected from the chill by the humble black fedora, Ellie made her way inside the TIME agency’s office where she had been called. A sight for sore eyes, was the visage of the familiar secretary that manned the desk. The woman greeted her without missing a beat, professional that one was. Eleonora took off her coat and hat, putting them on the hanger.” Merci, love. I will hurry in that case. Though before I go, I must say, you look very beautiful this morning. We should well arrange an outing one of these days. Mayhaps a coffee?” She half flirted half complimented, hiding a wince as the sound of drumming type writer was like a rather uncomfortable approximation of big drums right by her ears. Coffee, cold and water helped, but didn’t magic hangover away. It just made it easier to manage the symptoms.” Well better not keep Harry waiting, see you later, love.” She added and headed into the office.
“Bonjour, Harry.” She greeted with a sultry smile, making her way into the man’s office and taking a seat as close to the window as possible to keep an eye out, she also noted that she was the first to arrive. That was funny, considering her state in the morning. In any case since the man was already smoking, she made sure to pull her own cigarette and light it up, taking a puff from it. In any case as the others began to arrive, she was a bit overly focused on fighting a hangover without looking such, so she just kept a neutral face, half closed eyes and silently smoking her cigarette. When the music was finally lowered down, she was quite grateful actually, though her eyebrows furrowed at the question that followed. Ellie tried to recall, but she couldn’t really remember hearing the name right now. At least not without any sort of context. If he was rich as it seemed, she may be ware of something related to the man, but by name alone? Right now she was drawing blank.
“Considering I just woke up and didn’t know the man was missing before that messenger arrived, I can’t say that I remember the name from anywhere. Might come back to me later though in different context.” She replied, taking a puff from her smoke once more, leaving faint red lipstick marks on the cigarette butt as she did, eyes focusing at Peacock.” If he’s that rich, it’s all the more weird nobody knows where he is. Men with money… well they tend to have people following their every move in attempts to curry favor or just try to make use of em.” She mused, taking another puff from the cigarette.” Any specific reason his attorney contacted US rather than the police? Surely there was more information given about this case than simply ‘ go find him’.” She quipped.
Physical description Height: 1.79m Weight: 59kg Build: Athletic Eyes: Grey Hair: Black Skin Tone: Fair Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Big claw like scars on the right shoulder, the left side of her torso and on her back. Personal Style: Usually her style tends to consist of white shirts with various neck decorations, black skirts, stockings, various high leather boots or shoes and black coat. She tends to wear some accessories in the form of earrings and rings, usually complimented with deep red lipstick, sharply done eyelines and a touch of rouge for her cheeks.
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single/Widowed Personality: There are two sides of Eleonora that exist in constant struggles. Mostly caused by her past and mental state. The first is her more calm and collected one. She's actually pretty alright person, she can smile, joke and be friendly, however that's not mostly teh case anymore. Driven by the past and the traumatic events she underwent, losing her family and being on the step of death herself, she's unable to accept it all and simply move on. She's haunted by the experience, dreams of it, hates herself and everyone else for it. She drowns most of her worries in cheap alcohol. Constantly stressed and irritated from it all, she's prone to solving conflicts with violence.
When not actually overwhelmed by her unstable emotions and being a prickly ball of fuck you to everyone around, she's actually again quite alright. Especially when she's working, she's patient, careful and tends to appear a lot friendlier than when she's wasting her time drinking away. On the job she's rarely drinking hard enough to get drunk, mostly keeping herself focused with the grand goal in her life. Which is finding what and who killed her family and tearing them to pieces. She's so driven that it overpowers her constant desire for self destruction in alcohol and smoking, when she believes she's on the tracks of what she needs. At the rare cases when she's not drunk, not depressed to the point of self loathing and not on the job, she actually prefers to spend her time listening to music and reading a good novel.
Once upon a time she considered herself a straight person when it came to sexuality, she was married and with a child after all. Everything else that happened had brought a different... well perspective's a wrong word for it. Sometimes all she wants to do is drown everything that is her mind in alcohol and just spend the night in carnal pleasure in the vain attempts to catch a glimpse of what was before everything went to hell and when that happens she doesn't really care if it's a bloke or a gal. She doesn't mind it much, then again she hardly can mind it much from the alcohol influence anyways.
Habits: Smoking, plays with hair, Bites lower lip when nervous Hobbies: Reading, Maintaining her gun, Throwing knives Greatest fear:
Being Blind/Unable to See
Dislikes: 6 minimal
Cards On The Table
Accounting - 05%
Anthropology - 01%
Appraise - 05%
Archaeology - 01%
Art/Craft - 05% -Insert craft if specified by your occupation.
Charm - 75%
Climb - 20%
Credit rating - 55% -Based on your occupation. Occupation skill point must be used to raise your credit rating.
Cthulhu Mythos - 00% -Cannot be raised by normal means, only by being exposed to the Mythos. Increased skills in CM reduced your maximum sanity.
Disguise - 05%
Dodge - 27 %(base no skill points boost) -Can be added onto with skill points during character creation.
Drive auto - 30%
Electrical Repair - 10%
Fast Talk - 05%
Fighting (Brawl) - 25% -Other means of fighting may be added here during character creation.
Firearms (Handgun) - 80%
Firearms (Rifle/Shotgun) - 25% -Other forms of firearms may be added here during character creation.
First Aid - 30%
History - 05%
Intimidate - 15%
Jump - 20%
Language (French) - 25%
Language (Own) - Equal to Education
Law - 05%
Library Use - 70%
Listen - 20 %
Locksmith - 01%
Mechanical Repair - 10%
Medicine - 01%
Natural World - 10%
Navigate - 10%
Occult - 32%
Operate Heavy Machinery - 01%
Persuade - 75%
Pilot - 01% -What type of pilot you are is determined by your occupation or personal skills.
Psychology - 10%
Psychoanalysis - 01%
Ride - 05%
Science - 01% -What field of science you are skilled in, is determined by your occupation or personal skills.
Sleight of hand - 10%
Spot Hidden - 80%
Stealth - 52%
Survival - 10% -What climate and/or terrain you are skilled in surviving, is determined by your occupation or personal skills.
.45 Revolver: 80 - 40 - 16- Damage 1d10+2 - Range 15yards - Attacks 1(3) - Ammo 6- Malfunction
Small Knife: 25 - 12 - 5 - Damage (1d4 + 0)- Range (N/A) - Attacks (1) - Ammo (N/A) - Malfunction (N/A)
What Is On Your Person: This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash(denote which country), a picture (a rare thing), papers and tobacco, pipe, matches, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, canteen, walking stick, and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world for the 1920's. Limited to spots provided.
Clothing - White cotton shirt, White Vest, Cotton underclothes, Black coat, Black skirt, Leather boots, Wider brimmed black Fedora
Purse/Wallet - ID, A small family photo, 174$, Compact makeup case.
Pack of Cigarettes
Bobby Pins x4
A cigarette case filled with spare .45 ammo
Pocket magnifying glass
Watchmaker eye glass
Residence: This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, blanket and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Weapons stash, books, files on people, books, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - Bullets get used, weapons get lost, ropes break. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks and keep it with your profession and what your income would have been. Not everyone is going to have money... Limited to spots provided.
spare .45 revolver
Pair of Handcuffs
Whiskey... a lot of it hidden under the mattress
Medical Case(stock up with basics like gauze, aspirin, alcohol, plasters and etc.)
What brought you to the detective agency, and why are you still there: Truth... and revenge. I will hunt down any trace of the supernatural, however most are bogus. This agency however is the most consistent place to search and find leads to get what I'm really after. Well I'm looking forward to it. Truth or fake, worst case scenario I will just treat is as a vacation. After all each case solved brings me closer to revenge or death... and both will grand me respite. Life before current day: She was born in France, but her family moved to the states pretty early on in her life. She barely recalls much of her mother's language honestly. She grew up speaking English and aside an occasional weird accent in some words that she picked up growing up around her mother who was speaking with French accent, she speaks it perfectly well.
Growing up as a high middle class child, all was pretty regular. She was a pretty child, got along with her friends. Went to school, met a pretty boy, eventually they became a couple. Married and had a child. They had gotten a place of their own and were living a relative dream life. They had enough and didn't feel the need for more. Well however fate had other plans.
One night something happened when they were returning home. It was stormy, there was a heavy downpour and lightning. It was well in the night and they were hurrying to get home. Something attacked them. She never quite saw what it was, just a vague shadow in the stormy night, but she suffered a lot of claw like wounds and her son and husband were dead with many similar wounds. In fact she only survived because a large group of people had left a nearby pub and likely spooked the attacker/s. She was told it was a pack of feral dogs more likely than not. She never believed it. She turned down to investigating it herself, but a lone woman speaking about horrors and mysteries and unnatural happenings was not something people wanted to hear about and as time passed, funds running low and her psyche ever more damaged form grief, self blame and alcohol, there were talks about her suffering from various clinical mental afflictions.
In that lowest point of her life where everything was looking like it was falling apart, when she was on the verge of even losing her home, she was drinking away... and then happened upon the mob... or the mob happened upon her. She was a smart woman, very much so, was a bit above average in appearance and was extremely persuasive and charming. Somehow she ended up working with the mob... and then got herself a 'boyfriend', well they had an understanding. In any case, she became a criminal, did a lot of questionable acts and things, but in the end she had to do what she had to do. The mob paid well enough in her case, so she restored and made her home better, preserving hte memories of her family.
In the end however her constant investigations and research into the supernatural led her into TIME. The agency was perfectly fine with hiring a person from the mob, presumably for the connections and as long as she didn't break the law and get caught while on official duty it was mostly fine more than likely. So that's how the mobster woman ended up working part time in a detective agency with the law... ain't that a kick in the head?
Your belief in/encounters with the supernatural: It's all real... they don't believe me, call me crazy, but I know what I saw. Even though it was hazy, even though it was impossible, the scars and the dead do not lie. Ideology/Belief: It's all true! It must be, ghosts, gods, monsters, space men and there exist even good politicians... Now give me my money, I've got bills to pay and job to do. Significant people: None still walking... No the 'boyfriend' doesn't count, we've got an arrangement. Meaningful location: Her home that serves double duty as her office, a place to stash her loot and lay low. Many important memories are held there for her. Good, bad, ugly, but all important. Treasured possessions: A small photo of her family.