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Sorry everyone. I've been a little behind in posting for the past week or so. I got married at the end of July and my wife and I have spent this month getting her stuff together to move out of her townhouse and into ours. Her lease is up today and we still have a few things to get out of there. Thankfully after today that will be off our plate.
Cassandra approaches the graveside and sighs. Clearing her throat she begins to speak "I met the Professor several years ago. He came to my village after I had suffered a brutal attack by a creature of darkness and spite. I not only survived the attack but managed to drive the creature away. This piqued the Professor's interest and he came to my village to talk with me about my experiences. He found me a confused and frightened young girl who was scared of the powers awoken in me that night. He told me to not be afraid but to embrace what had changed in me and to use those powers for the Light. Before he left he gave me a couple of books to read." Cassandra pauses to issue a little chuckle "He always seemed to have a book, or two, with him. It was those books which guided me. Though I never saw the Professor again, we corresponded over the intervening years as he followed my life and I his. It is a great sorrow that I will never get the opportunity to speak with him again."
"Necromancy?, impossible!". Cassandra thinks to herself, shocked by the accusation. Stepping in front of Kendra, Cassandra stands shoulder to shoulder with Briar Rose and addresses the mob "What is the meaning of this? You men ought to be ashamed!" She removes her glasses and stares at the men daring them to meet her gaze, then in a softer tone she continues "Gentlemen, please! Can you not see the pain you are causing Mistress Lorrimor. The young lady only wishes to inter her father in holy ground as the Lady Pharasma would have it. This is neither the time nor the place to air your grievances. Please let us pass."
Josef, I'm playing it that Cassandra just happens to board the same coach you're riding in on the way to Ravengro.
Cassandra stares dumbfoundedly at the letter she just received, the strange feminine handwriting spelling out her name and address. Tearing open the envelope she begins to read the letter inside and tears well in her mismatched eyes. She remembers the Professor fondly and the week he spent with her after her *incident* in the woods made her realize she was someone special and not to be feared, as some in her village believed. It's hard for her to think that she had made such an impression on such a worldly man as Professor Lorrimor that he would remember her, let alone include her in his will. After explaining things to her mother and father she gathered her meager belongings and waited for the next stage to Ravengro to come through her village. As the day came she stood outside in the square, her smoke colored glasses hiding her eyes despite the gloom of the low hanging clouds. She paid the driver her silver, as he and his assistant loaded her bags on top of the coach, and she climbed inside. She smiled at the other occupants of the carriage as she settled into a seat by the window. She scanned the faces of the others as the coach lurched into motion, each person expression was inscrutable, as Ustalavan's were wont to be, but her eyes lit upon the young man by the window kitty corner from her, trying to read a book by the wan sunlight. Trying to make small talk to help pass the time she asks, inquisitively "What are you reading?"
I'll throw Cassandra's hat into the ring. Cassandra Blackpoole, Changeling Oracle of life.
Apologies, everyone. Last Friday I closed on a new house and I've been spending most of my free-time between the two houses. I set up internet service on the new house last Monday and have been on the phone with Comcast all week trying to get things started, only to find out from tech support on Friday that they sent out a faulty modem. I have a technician coming out today to replace it and get me up and running.
Cassandra looks around the common room of the Outward Inn as she approaches the desk "One room, please, and a hot bath would be wonderful"she smiles at the thought of soaking in a tub of hot water to take the chill out of her bones. As she walks over to join Quincey, as he talks to the strangers by the hearth, she removes her gloves, revealing claw-like nails, as she warms her hands by the fire. Once satisfactorily thawed out she hides her hands in the folds of her cloak, as if somewhat embarrassed. She overhears part of the conversation of the three men before she interjects "You knew the Professor as well?" she frowns a little "he was a good man, taken too soon."
Cassandra shivers with a slight chill as the group catches sight of Harrowstone, whether the cold wind or the prison itself caused it will remain a mystery. She blinks her mis-matched eyes as the owl takes flight "I did not know that" she says to Briar Rose "Good hunting, Mr. Owl. Maybe you'll catch a meal before we do." As she enters the town she pulls her hood up and runs her fingers through her raven hair "I don't know where the Professor lived, I've never been here before. I've actually never been anywhere much outside of Redleaf." she says somewhat mournfully. "Perhaps we should find an inn and a hot meal for the night before we go searching for his residence"
Links and token are good.
Sorry everyone for the delay. I'm closing on new house today and the past couple of days has just been a flurry of emails and documents, so I've been a little distracted. Cassandra is from the village of Redleaf, so she would be coming from the south.
Cassandra is good to go.
Cassandra Blackpoole
Thanks for he selection. I'll update things later, I usually put all that stuff under a spoiler tab under my alias.
For your consideration, Caasandra Blackpoole, Changeling Oracle of Life.
Cassandra blinks her mismatched eyes as she emerges from the gloom of the coach to the relative brightness of the day. She waits as the driver hands her pack down from the coach, handing him a silver piece for his trouble. She reaches into her cloak to remove the letter from Kendra Lorrimor, the Professor's daughter, to check the address written on it. Looking around she notices a small group of people standing nearby, she makes her way to the group to ask for directions but stops short, taken aback, as she hears one of them mention the Whispering Way "One simply does not blurt out the name of the Whispering Way in public. To do so is to invite disaster,". Taking a moment she pulls the small wooden symbol of Pharasma from her blouse and displays it prominently on her chest before approaching the group "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but overhear you mention the Way. Is it possible they had something to do with what happened here?" Standing before you is a young woman in her late teens, perhaps early twenties. She studies you intently with a pair of heterochromatic eyes, one green, the other violet. Her raven black hair is pulled back into a long pony tail. As you look at her you can notice that, even though she tries to hide it, her fingernails end in sharp claws which she flexes in and out with nervous energy.
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