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Circe looks after the escaping thief with disgust. And then debates whether she even wants the ring back at this point. I suppose it would be polite to thank you for helping me retrieve my ring. It seems all this place is good for is paying bribes and getting robbed. Ah well, there is a child to rescue. After that I can debate whether I will even stay in this strange place.
My apologies. RL got the best of me.
When she finally can see the thief again, Circe screams at him with a focused cry of rage: (Mind Thrust, DC16 (will?) Save)
Really? All I want to do is earn an honest living in this place, and someone steals from me. REALLY? Circe gets mad and runs full speed after the thief with the others. Can I get line-of-sight within 30' of him? Where did he go?
Circe will follow the other two, looking impatient and about to be very annoyed.
Circe will follow the lead of the others, discreetly taking in the sights and sounds of the unfamiliar city.
Unexplained Disappearances? Is it customary here for children to be kidnapped and halflings to go missing? Could those things be related?
Small talk? Is that an attempt at humor from a small person? Circe asks deadpan.
Circe's eyes go wide at being grabbed. At home no one wanted to touch me, everyone was afraid. But here they grab me like, like... Circe forcibly removes LifeGiver's arms and places his hands on the railing. It is a good thing for you that your hands were not 3 inches higher. Or perhaps you would enjoy life without arms?
I'm new here, but I think my compatriots are letting themselves get swindled. They've already spent more seeking information for this job, than I had hoped to earn. Circe glowers at small man, daring him to overcharge.
Even the drow walk freely here? And purchase human slaves in the daylight? And did they mention any reason for wanting this particular child?
Sold!? You sold... a child... to a creepy alchemist! You are... Circe take several deep breaths, attempting to cool her blood. And... who brought you this child? After receiving any answer she'll follow the others to the Phoenician district.
Circe is also on the alert for trouble. In the meantime, she avidly takes in the sights and sounds of all the different areas of the city they've visited. This is similar to home, but also so different. Traders from every corner of the world-- that is familiar. But the food, the clothing, the animals, the *people*-- that is so different
Circe will whisper quietly to the others, What is the meaning of those red lanterns? Do they mean what I suspect?
I agree. You should have the lead in talking to people, since you know this area well. I shall fight if you ask me to. I hope I am not called on to fight. I am not sure I could contain myself if anyone makes me angry. And if someone is hurting a child, I will probably get very angry. And once my new comrades see me like *that* I wonder what they will think of me.
Circe shifts from foot to foot impatiently, ready to go as soon as the others are.
Circe nods in agreement. Rescuing a child is honorable. I will do this. It does not sound as difficult as the other, but still I will require some modest payment for supplies. Her stomach gives a small rumble of agreement. I would add to this fair one's questions. Nods at Solinas. Was the child with anyone? What hair color and race is she?
Is it customary to undergo such challenges to prove oneself worthy for employment? It seems the job itself is challenging enough, should we take it. If it is the truth this Procrustes maims others for sport, than I suppose I could be persuaded to kill him. But if he is that dangerous, I would need to be paid well. What do you think? Have you heard of him before? Is he worthy of death?
Kill? Kill someone? I... have killed, but only those that earned my wrath. Even so, it is not a joyous memory. I imagined guarding someone honorable, and perhaps killing to defend them. But who is this person that has never threatened me, that I should hunt them?
Strange, Circe whispers to Ducar, somehow I believed you had wealthy clients. I will try to restrain myself. But if you see something that deserves smiting, then let me know. Edit: Add a perception roll to notice anything unusual beyond "run down house in wealthy neighborhood."
Ah! A noble's home. May I accompany you, in case there is chance of employment? Er, um, not your kind of employment. I just don't think I'd be um, good at that. I do not mean offense. But in case there is other employment, may I come?
So you showed kindness towards an enemy, and he betrayed you? No, that is not something to forget. Circe gives LifeGiver a look of understanding, and then her expression becomes implacable again. Well then, I shall eat some of this food. And then if you would be kind enough to point me toward an honorable place to work, I will go ask if they will hire me.
What skill set do I have...? I am such an idiot! I had that endless boat ride, you would think I would have spent a little time considering what I would do once I got here. Gah! I do not really know. My parents were stonecrafters. They could cut marble and alabaster so finely... Wielding the power of their voices like the sharpest knife. And tuning crystals too. Their voices in harmony, making the power-crystals resonate and glow. Unlike me. Clumsy. Breaking everything I stand near. My parents wouldn't trust me with the granite a child could cut, nevermind a crystal. But I've heard the humans cut rock with their hands, not their voices. Maybe... I am not expert, like my parents. But still, maybe I could be a good assistant to a stonecutter.Sure. Travel all this way, just to end up with rock dust in every pore again. Why is the dwarf staring at me like that? And why is he grey? I've seen dwarves before, but he looks odd somehow. Oh maybe I've insulted him.Perhaps my parents do not compare at stonecrafting by your people's standards. But in my city they were considered the very best. Perhaps I do not understand the local dialect very well yet. You say "branded with the name Lifegiver" as if you do not like the name. It sounds like a good name to me. Much better than "Makes Ears Bleed" anyway.I have been branded with the name Circe. To Ducar she says, Entertainer? Oh, no I do not think I would be good at that. I do not mean offense. But if someone were to touch me that I do not like, I would kill them. I would probably be better as a guard. I am strong and have practiced a bit with this weapon (flail) She mentions killing a person with the same easy and lack of emotion, as swatting a mosquito.
You are correct. I have just arrived here. I heard you say you work at night. Are you some kind of guard? I think I might be a good guard. Although he looks kind of weak for a guard, but I probably should not mention that if I want a job.
As the music and the dance ends, and the crowd dissipates back towards its previous destinations, Circe looks about uncertainly. What am I to do now? "Go to Phaesalis," they said. "Learn to interact with others," they said. "Get control of yourself," they said. But no mention of how I am to eat, or where I am to sleep. She pats her thin coin purse beneath her cloths. Well, unless I am taken as a house slave, I am going to have to find paid work. And its hard to make a good impression on a rumbling stomach. The dancer is eating at that stall over there. Perhaps it has good food. With another deep breath to prepare herself, Circe catches up to the others. Her prepared questions come out in a jumble. Pardon me, I wanted to say that your dancing is beautiful. Um, is the food here good? And I heard you mentioning work, by any chance would your employer be hiring?
Circe stepped off the boat with trepidation. The strange smells and sounds of the city were overwhelming. She made quick checks that her pouch with a sad few coins was secure under her clothes, her powder was adequate to hide the crystals in her skin for a time, her hundreds of auburn braids were orderly, and her face was free from expression. With that the tall woman took a deep breath to steady herself and follow the others who were more eagerly disembarking the ship. One sound at least was familiar, a qunan. It reminds me of the rites to Bastet. All they need now is for me to play the sistrum. Not my best instrument, but still... Circe followed the sound until she found the market, just in time to catch the end of the blonde woman's spinning dance. A smile cracked her implacable expression for a fleeting moment. Beautiful! she whispered in a thick, velvety accent.
Just popping in to say hello! GM Elton just helped me realize I'd been invited. (I didn't think I had.) So I need to tweak a few things on my character with him before jumping in. But "Hello!" And, "I'm so psyched to be joining your psychic adventures!"
GM Elton,
I've got my concept down pretty solidly. I still need to tweak the crunch a bit. I wanted to get your feedback before detailing too much further. I've posted everything you've asked for under her avatar (I think).
Circe is a tall humanoid woman with thick dark hair, and pale, oddly glistening skin. She is lovely, but has a lonely look to her. And beneath the loneliness is something brittle on the verge of shattering...any second now. She often creates the simultaneous conflicting reactions of wanting to comfort her,and wanting to run away as fast as possible. Spoiler: Circe is actually a Maenad, who has been sent on a rite of (S'duriss), a rite of passage to gain control of her turbulent emotions. Volatile, even by Maenad standards, the powerful young woman was sent to interact with the many peoples of Phaesilis, and learn to bring her wild gifts under control... or not return at all.
Mechanically... Circe will start as a Wilder with the Raging Surge. Then move into Thundercaller Bard. I would like permission to re-fluff her "raging" talent to "Loneliness/Abandonment/Betrayal" Mechanically the same. But less "Thog Smash" and more like "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." And Circe feels scorned pretty easily. |
