( because I will make her life worse even while making fun of myself for making her backstory so excessively tragic )
GALLOWS ( A figure steps to the docks of the Gallows, only noteworthy from a distance for the odd looks and space that it’s evident a couple of others afford them, the looks cast over their shoulders as they move away from her. There is no hesitation in her steps, until she reaches the courtyard.
Her own stillness, then, is undercut by the small dog hopping and circling around her, a few emphatic “woofs” between the skitter of his claws on the stone. )
What troubles, Franklin?
( Her voice is flat, even as she kneels to better inspect the dog. He has been fed, watered. There are no needs she has failed to address. From her understanding of him, it may be this place alone that prompted the behaviour. )
Go.
( The dog skitters around her restlessly, before scuttling off.
A. Perhaps your character sees a familiar corgi and wonders if that asshole knight enchanter is back. If so, he’ll lead them back to where he left her, before sniffing around and following the scent to the gardens that she used to frequent, where she’s staring at some roses.
B. Or perhaps they see a woman standing in the Gallows courtyard, unmoving, and who appears to have been standing there some time, looking blankly up at the fortress.
C. or you can wildcard it, tbh.
While they may recognise the face, and find the absence of staff or sword at her side strange, there is a more alarming change, a sunburst burned into her forehead. The Rite of Tranquility made plain.
From the look of the burns they are still healing, a little infected. Far too fresh to easily be made sense of, in some regards.
Herian doesn’t smile at the approach, but then again, that’s not necessarily weird either. )
THE ALIENAGE (not limited to past cr, but “people it would make sense for someone from the alienage to go get,” which some close CR / people with some kinda role / who would have been designated to go do the thing)
A couple of elves familiar enough with Riftwatch - both have helped doing repairs around abouts the Gallows when needed. Learned how to do it from an apprenticeship they got a few years back, one might even have elaborated, if there was chat.
One barely speaks, the other more chatty, but it’s from habitual pleasantness rather than current good humour. The name “Herian” might not be familiar, but “a mage of Riftwatch, made Tranquil” probably means enough.
Whoever they retrieve, they’re lead into the Alienage, and then on to a home. After a knock at the door there is a long pause, some barely audible words exchanged, and an elderly elvhen woman appears, blocking the room from view. )
HERIAN AMSEL - native oc, tranquil edition
GALLOWS
( A figure steps to the docks of the Gallows, only noteworthy from a distance for the odd looks and space that it’s evident a couple of others afford them, the looks cast over their shoulders as they move away from her. There is no hesitation in her steps, until she reaches the courtyard.
Her own stillness, then, is undercut by the small dog hopping and circling around her, a few emphatic “woofs” between the skitter of his claws on the stone. )
What troubles, Franklin?
( Her voice is flat, even as she kneels to better inspect the dog. He has been fed, watered. There are no needs she has failed to address.
From her understanding of him, it may be this place alone that prompted the behaviour. )
Go.
( The dog skitters around her restlessly, before scuttling off.
A. Perhaps your character sees a familiar corgi and wonders if that asshole knight enchanter is back. If so, he’ll lead them back to where he left her, before sniffing around and following the scent to the gardens that she used to frequent, where she’s staring at some roses.
B. Or perhaps they see a woman standing in the Gallows courtyard, unmoving, and who appears to have been standing there some time, looking blankly up at the fortress.
C. or you can wildcard it, tbh.
While they may recognise the face, and find the absence of staff or sword at her side strange, there is a more alarming change, a sunburst burned into her forehead. The Rite of Tranquility made plain.
From the look of the burns they are still healing, a little infected. Far too fresh to easily be made sense of, in some regards.
Herian doesn’t smile at the approach, but then again, that’s not necessarily weird either. )
THE ALIENAGE
(not limited to past cr, but “people it would make sense for someone from the alienage to go get,” which some close CR / people with some kinda role / who would have been designated to go do the thing)
A couple of elves familiar enough with Riftwatch - both have helped doing repairs around abouts the Gallows when needed. Learned how to do it from an apprenticeship they got a few years back, one might even have elaborated, if there was chat.
One barely speaks, the other more chatty, but it’s from habitual pleasantness rather than current good humour. The name “Herian” might not be familiar, but “a mage of Riftwatch, made Tranquil” probably means enough.
Whoever they retrieve, they’re lead into the Alienage, and then on to a home. After a knock at the door there is a long pause, some barely audible words exchanged, and an elderly elvhen woman appears, blocking the room from view. )
Who’s this, then?