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groundrules) wrote2020-02-09 02:53 am
groundrules) wrote2020-02-09 02:53 am
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npc inbox
Reach out to your (not-so-)favourite NPC here, putting their name in the comment header. Try to keep it to just quick text/audio/written exchanges or inquiries that can accept summarised answers, please!
Previous NPC inbox posts:
- ■ Arc I: Sa-Hareth
■ Interlude: Stairs of Sighs + Arc II: Taravast
■ Interlude: Ellethia
■ Arc III: House of Ravens
SERTHICA
| ARABELLA Mistress of discipline and Minaras' Watch ships, and member of the ruling governance. Her manner at once innocent, ruthless and cold-blooded. Mother to clockwork children. | |
| CAIN D'UBIQ Foremost dragon rider and gentleman of Eidris, accepted by the great fire-breathing Ashtart. War hero of the conflict with Minaras. Too young for his rank and achievements. Patron of several dragon schools. Appears perpetually absent-minded, thoughts astray. | |
| MA'AM MARIOL Motherly figure to the orphans of Serthica's impoverished underworld of exiles, the Mouse House. After years of rearing, prone to treating everyone as children. Her temper runs hotter than a first glance might indicate. Knows just about everyone. | |
| (KING) THIVAR II Formerly king of Serthica, holding a diminished court in Eidris — the single citadel contingent that still recognises his authority. Headstrong, firm, dignified. Claims Minaras and Serthica's dragons as his birthright. | |
| CHRICHTER Only available to those who join Remembrance. Leader of the radical Remembrance resistance movement that calls for a different solution to Serthica's post-plague political landscape. Unaffiliated with Eidris or Minaras. |
| KARSA Sorceress, young (?). Employed by the Merchant and deferential to him. Talented but fiery and frequently impatient, intolerant of fools. She will get today's job done yesterday. Struggles to sympathise with men, objections and those who cannot absorb information quickly. Enchanted the group's translation devices. Furtively left the group, bearing injury, at the end of Arc II. | |
| 'QUICKSILVER SAM'(UEL VANE) Pirate king of great renown, master of haunted waters. Recovering from a journey through the Crossing Seas, where he summoned the drowned dead for a foolish act of vengeance with an elusive artefact he himself misunderstands. Agile, quick-witted, charming and possessed of more street smarts than many. Intent to repay his debt to the party. | |
 | HATISSE Revived witch of the Attaryl, partly responsible for the massacre of the Stairs of Sighs. Formerly a court witch of the Attaryl. Manipulative, vicious, a trained seductress. Formidably powerful. Buried with wards and injuries by her own sisters to prevent her return. Somewhat bound to Wrath. |
 | ASGEIRR The ghost of a scholar monk. Haunts the tattered execution cloak that the party stole from the La Rea bank in Sa-Hareth. Once a champion of equality and freedom, he faced ire for converting his followers against the regionally profitable trade of slavery. Soft-spoken but wise and just, slow to regain his strength. Will speak to those who visit his cloak in brief interludes. Favours necromancers. |
| THE MERCHANT The patron |
OTHERS
| "HALTHAM" | ANURR The undead warlord Anurr, previously posing as gentle-mannered giant Haltham. An embodiment of Sa-Hareth's cold storms and wind, who regained his territory from contender Unhalad with the inadvertent help of the party in Arc I. Frostily rational and amenable to some negotiation. |
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He looked after us. When things went... ( His voice lowers, softens. ) There was a place before this one. Before ma'am Mariol got a house, there was another. Bigger.
( Some part of him seems clearly fascinated. ) But, I don't know, it closed. And some of us were without anywhere to go, and he wasn't much bigger, he wasn't a big boy, but he taught us what to do, to keep going. Like... shine shoes and... deliver things and... ( A shrug, slow. He's delivering papers and correspondence even now, isn't he. ) And then we found here, and he didn't come. Because he's got all the toys he wants, and we don't have many.
( The trinket, now confiscated. )
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[ Or... ]
Has your friend asked you to do things you don't like? I know it's hard sometimes, when you have to do the right thing but you don't like it. It's even harder when it's for a friend.
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It's not hurting anyone. ( Murmured under his voice, less fearful than seemingly embarrassed. Ah, the root of it. ) It's making them happy. But it's lying. Ma'am Mariol says not to lie, cause the good gods see you.
( She says a great many things he recites just as prettily, mind. )
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[ The Doctor who lies often isn't the best to give advice about lying or not, but he tries to make it sound...helpful. Such a burden for his young friend. As often happens here, he has more answers now, but also more questions. Still, those can be pondered with his friends and their group at large. ]
The good gods see you, yes, but they see your heart, too. Who you are, all of you, the good and the bad. We all have that. You just help your friend and we'll be here to help you.
And you keep that. [ Nodding to the trinket, gladly given. ] I'll bring you something else, the next time I visit. But if you ever need me before then, you tell me.
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I'll... I'll ask for you, next time he asks me to do him a kindness. I'll... ( Clutch his fist, round and small and eager, fingers fully covering the trinket without crushing it to dust. Preserving it neatly. ) Thanks. For this. I like it.
( Likes it well enough that when his fist releases, he cups both his hands carefully to safekeep it, before retreating on. )