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NPC's, Page 2 Pagans in the Woods
A lot of people seem to be wandering around in Pendle forest, srangely clad in some cases, and chanting and singing around carved stones has been known to happen. Some of these have been met with in person, and some have only been observed. There appears to be two groupings about, but that is pure guesswork. Evelyn
A woman who looks to be midway through her twenties, with long hair the colour of chestnut, she has graceful movements and a ready smile. She's cheerful and open, and has inquired about the character's motives when they met at Malkin Tower. She also had a meeting with Richard, where they discussed such various matters as local Fae activity and how to dispiose of Andrew. Richard
Appaently the man 'in charge' of one of the groups meeting in the forest, Richard seems to be nearing fifty, yet is still a stout and strong figure in his traditional kilt and neatly trimmed full beard. The Black Cat
It's a forest supposedly filled with witches. There's a black cat. We're, what, surprised by this? Of course, the fact that it tends to show up in strange places, and it's habit of closely observing the Oathcircle, can be rather unsettling. But then it did the same thing when a red-haired man entered the inn one night, so people shouldn't go around feeling special because of it. The solstice also tried to explain the concept of devil-worship to the cat, bringing to mind the old adage of the blind leading the blind. Red-haired guy at Inn
A young man who's appearance at the inn induced a certain hush, and a lot of mutterings and subdued chatter. Was soon taken away by Kenneth and another person, and brought out to Malkin Tower. The cat followed them. Innkeeper lady
With her hair almost completely grey, the short and slightly pudgy woman is good-natured and cares for her visitors, running The Red Bull as a cozy home-away-from-home. Though even she can be unsettled when a swarm of mosquitoes and flies enter in october... Sarah
The young mother who still carries her infant in a sling wherever they go, she is well liked for her pultices for various ailments and troubles. Kenneth
Another person who managed to discover that Cinaéd was in the room despite his invisibility (he's, what? The fourth or so?), after being threatened by the Smith that if the current troubles didn't stop immediately the Smith would bring his hammer along the next time. Kenneth then asked Cinaéd to deliver a certain message, and kicked him out. Has been seen with Evelyn and the rest of the people in the woods. Punk
The fae that seems to hold the most temporal power within Malkin Tower after the Princess. His hooves and curved ram-horns, combined with the slight cast of green to his skin makes him resemble some sort of forest deity, especially when you include the large porcupine-like quills protruding from his back. Of course, this ominous seeming is slightly offset by his spiky pink hair, but then you can't get everything. Tumnil
A timid young chngeling trying to survive the saining, who ended up backing out at the last minute. Unsurprisingly, this enraged his Ritemaster, Keel, and brought a horde of other problems and considerations into the mix. In the end he petitioned the Spring court for admittance, after much finagling and diplomacy on the part of the Oathcircle. In appearance he's a teenaged boy, with cat ears poking through his blue hair, and his yellow slitted eyes resemble cat eyes. Though his clothing is often simply and slightly torn, he's seldom seen without a bell of some sort around his neck. Tallas
With his tall stature and boisterous personality it's hard not to notice Tallas when he enters a room. His black hair and whiskers which merge with his sideburns suit his small red horns and pointy tail, which brings several human myths to mind, especially when coupled with his yellow eyes. With a self-confidence and pride you could bounce rocks off he immediately assumes he's the center of attention (mostly because it's true), and feels no shame in bragging endlessly, often with derogatory jabs at those he feels aren't up to scratch. Though it should be said, it is always with a jovial manner, and he isn't stingy with advice and pointers to others who can't measure up to his greatness. As the mate of Illuein, he's the second-in-command of Clan Eylem, and has much power within the Autumn fae of Scotland, though he seems to use it for little else than getting laid. Also the father of Illian, much to the chagrin of both. Wini
As a member of the Aoor clan, wini has white hair and blue lips, with yellow and green spiralling around each other in his eyes. His friendly manner reminds many people of ice, which can be smooth and glmaorous on the surface, but which can prove lethally treacherous when it caves in. During the debacle with the Sainin, he ended up having a little private chat with Tumnil about the tenets of the Winter court. Hwok
This fast-talking short stack of energy like climbing and exploring it seems, or perhaps simply gets bored easily. With his golden hair and red skin he's easily recognizable, especially since he smells strongly of cinnamon. Travelled with Ecwi and Felit during the Saining, but was also seen conversing late at night with Tumnil and Wini. Mr. White
Also recognized under the moniker of True Tom Thomas, this white-skinned person appeared at the end of The Fall of the rebel Angels, manifesting upon the death of a certain blood-sucking fiend. Apparently answering some sort of summons, he inquired about what was required of him. Some bargaining ensued, before he took off again. He's been seen once before, at Erlben, but little else is known about him. Lucille
This young woman has lurked about town, in her shabby clothing and unkempt hair. She's suspected of making bees swarm around Cinaéd, and has attempted to eviscerate those who shadow her. Apparently not too fond of Cinaéd, as she spat some hreats at him when she left a meeting with Ivan. Apparently he felt that he needed to talk to her. With many armed people close at hand. Ivan Grimaldi
Apparently the Seneschal of the local castle, Ivan has been known to act as a witness in disputes and negotiations, and is thoroughly familiar with legal affairs. The closest thing around here to a lawyer, apparently, and in some way he's aquainted with Ix, Nix and Nox. Nobody knows quite how, as of yet. He has been known to meddle in local affairs, and claims that he's just doing his job. How much of what he's doing is done at the behest of his masters and how he isn't seems to be a murky issue. Seems to be able to manipulate the Duke to some small extent. Not as much as Pierre, though... Ivan is slightly below medium height, and is very average to the eye. His black hair is hsort, his thin beard is nicely manicured, and his goatee is curled and sinister. Deep-set dark eyes peer out at the world above a mirthless smile, and when he's agitated he has a marked accent. Count Pierre de LaCroix
A tall, sandy-haired man with an obvious french accent who happens to live at Zher Castle. Allegedly a close friend of the Duke, although he apparntly works there as a treasurer as well. He often interprets the outside world for the Duke, reminds him of things going on, and sometimes tells him what his opinion should be on certain matters. The voice is oily and the eyes are of the palest blue. The clothes are fine and rich, but not gaudy in any way. Duke Fatimus
A man who seems to be on the later end of his forties, the Duke has lived a life of good dinners, and it shows. His hair was once brown, and some of that colours still lingers in the whiteness somewhere. His eyes, which are slightly larger than normal, are often wide open and trying to make sense of what they see, or remember what all this means. His curiosity contrasts sharply with the fact that he has problems remembering what is actually going on in his lands. He has managed to aquire some knowledge about the Fae, it seems. He's apparently fascinated by the phenomenon, not frightened, and has ben willing to negotiate agreements with certain memebers of that race (Read: The Characters). Brother Richard
An armored man apparently followed Veliv home one day, attacked him and Illian with a cross and latin prayers, then proceeded to leave with the two human servants. He managed to cover his tracks well enough to make a clean escape. He was later found by Cinaéd, in a small church, where he apparently lived in the basement. After saving our erstwhile fae from his horrible dementia, a pleasant enough conversation followed, which came to an abrupt end when Cinaed turned into a 4m flaming horror, stole a book and fled. Daniel o'Northington
Daniel is the young apprentice to the local tanner. This means that he reeks heavily of acid, suplhur and other foul chemicals used to prepare hides. This, combined with his sleek black hair and tall, thin stature made him an obvious candidate to the role as Lucifer. The fact that he's handsome (a mere four and twenty summers old) and is among the most eloquent in the town didn't harm his odds either. Seems very pleasant and enthusiastic about the play. James Butcher
This huge lump of a man is impressive in more than one way. His mere physique is sufficient to render him intimidating to most people, and his deep and resonating voice only complements this image. The voice is mostly used to comment on the immorality of others, and he seldom refrains from speaking his mind about the lecherous and unseemly ways which his fellow townsmen wallow in. The fact that he has no personal hygiene to speak of and attempts to pick up prostitutes at night might seem incongruous, but as long as nobody found out it didn't stop him from playing God on the stage. until he attempted to rent Merílfen, whereupon he quickly ended up unconscious and markedly sick for some time. Bernard Cammens
As the third son of a local noble bernard seems to have had a mellow life so far. He's the owner of the script, and has so far acted as dialogue coach and director, being the hub which the rest of the play has revolved. The group found out that his wife died last year, and with no children he seems to have nothing holding him back except his friends. Has talked with Andrew, both about the play and about universities. Weird lumber-sniffing woman
A dishevelled middle-age woman with a wild look about her, first noticed as she inspected the inside of the stands being erected around one of the town squares. revealed to lair in a secret basement along with young men in black robes, she appeared to have some importance to them. She also said she'd received information from the roads, that the local torches told her gossip, that she'd had conversations with the clouds and that she gave orders to the local birds. That she believed Cinaéd to be a great spirit Lord is an indication of her mindset, and she asked him to draw upon the support of his lackeys to help her and her companions. Proclaiming the poor fae to be their makeshift totem, she told him she'd tell him when his help would be needed. Old and Bent man with Staff
with eyebrows so huge and bushy that he looks perpetually surly, the old man hobbles on his way solely by the aid of a huge and gnarly staff. He's so bent as to be nearly hunchbacked, and he tends to initialize conversations for no reason. Long, rambling and pointless conversations, which he falls asleep in the middle of a sentence. Or attempts to cough up a lung. So far he's claimed to be in town because he's looking for something, and that the play just happened to be here at the same time. My how the coincidences crop up lately. Andrew ap Gryffyth
A young and enthusiastic welsh lad who has a tendency to notice the Fae even if they try to act in disguise. And he's good at writing things down too. He's admitted to being familiar with Oxford and its environs, and has procleimed himself to be a member of the Order of Hermes. Recently entered an oath with some of the group, in which they swore to give him answers as long as he accepted some limitations on the information he received. Fun was had by all watching him being shocked by the gigantic revelations handed to him. Ëamin
Like so many other Autumn fae he is a changeling, but if anyone should think this made him less chaotic or less enigmatic they could not be more wrong. He is disconcerting and capricious even in the eyes of the rest of the Autumn court, and none among them trust him one inch. The trouble is that he is so very clever, and is reputedly the greatest master of Trods and secret paths in all of Caledonia, perhaps even all of England. His blood-red hair is short long and soft as silk, and slender horns pierce his forhead so subtly they are not always noticeable right away. His smooth, handsome features and slight smile hide a mind as sadistic and convoluted as any winter fae, and his clothes are as intricate in nature as fairy-tailors can produce them. The heroes satisfied his thirst for malice, his lust for pain and the destruction and desecration of innocence, when they contrived a plan that spiralled out of control and burned his house and its inhabitants. The trauma they inflicted was sufficiently evil thathe decided to let them have a chance at the trod. Memnus the Alchemist
A man known to posess the secrets of all manner of potions and tinctures as no other member of the courts, although his history is ever shrouded in mystery. None now know if he be of roman stock or egyptian, be his country of origin be ancient greece or the land of heathen Arabs. Though he has travelled the world for many centuries, he has recently settled in the Floating Market, where his measures of security forbid more than three persons to visit him at any one time, and where he accepts none unless they swear to perform no magic in his presence unless he himself allows it. He travels much in secret, and many are told to wait until the Dusk when the spells of travel will be strongest and harken his return into the warmth of his own copious tent. Jakuta the Honest Merchant
A large and pleasant man who prides himself upon his fair trades. He neither cheats not tricks, and is often cheerfully informing others of this fact. If Santa Claus ecided to become a capitalist he might very well resemble Jakuta, if only by their moods. Hir ram horns often make people believe him to possess great temperament, but notheing could be further from the truth. As the merchant he is he loves to dress in bright yet elegant colours, usually be fastening long and resplendent feathers in his belt. His long and curvy locks make a certain contrast to his finely manicured beard and goatee, though his hooves do seem fitting with the latter. Kehinde
Although she looks like a harem-maid, or perhaps an arabian princess, Kehinde is a dealer in glassware and thethings that can be stored in glass. Powders, potions, gases and crystals are her domain, along with magic flasks of all shapes and sizes. She is indeed charming and polite, yet her manner is not unlike what you would expect of a succubus who has become a used car salesperson. Domovoi
Though as exceedingly polite as one might wish for, his grey and black attire can be a tad too sombre, especially when combined with his not too colourful mien. His only pride is the quality of his goods, and that is justl deserved, for he sells naught but the finest merchandise. When Illian was made to become a customer in that tent, Domovoi revealed that he would soon be moving his business to the Amber Palace. Rakik
The mother of Ellip was continually covered in water, covering anything sh touched with moisture. Her plae white skin and curly white hair framed a serene heart-shaped face which was most of the time occupied with restraining the wilder impulses of her daughter. Her eyes were faint blue, and her wings were so transpaent as to be nearly invisible, only noticeable due to the faint purple sheen they made in the right light. Ellip
The little girl of five or so is energetic and artistic, as she loves to fly around whilst creating torrents of music on her cherished flute. Her hair crackles with the lightning-storm, and her electrically blue eyes and skin suits her aquamarine clothing very well. Her mother seems to have difficulty restraining her rambunctiousness sometimes, and at one time she apparently had a magical necklace of some sort. Hedley Kow
I would gladly post a description of Hedley Kow, but I feel I could never surpass the one I've already got of him. So I'll just hand ye the link then: The full description The Sheep
Wighted down with too much wool, these fuzzy friends deeply wished for someone to alleviate their burden. When the noble hearoes indulged their heart's desire, they were repaid in kind with vital information and deepfelt gratitude from these noble beasts. They were remarkabl conversationalists too. Too bad the wool burnt up. Captain Alazaar the Solstice
This tall, muscular man has skin as red as blood, and his hair is oily black. His distinctly araian facial features tends to make people remember tales of merciless djinni, yet his commanding air and piercing eyes have all the hallmarks of a good captain. Though he might seem brusque to his crew, he is extremely curteous to any visitors he might invite onboard, sharing his pace and his food. Though oe might assume his business includes piracy, it is easy to bragain favours of him if you can name the right price. Yet few things will make him risk his crew or his ship, unless a substantial gain was to be had from the venture. Lieutenant Ybril-al-Iffin
Taller and thinner than his best friend the Catpain, the Lieutenant always wears an expression of perfect serenity and composure. One feels that if a green and pink mountain was to start spewing flames and dance tango in the sky he'd not even react to it. For the most part, it's perfectly true. He never does anything he did not intend to do, and is a master of self-control. He runs the ship tightly and efficiently. The fact that his appearance looks like someone who has been trapped in a hurricane filled with razor-blades is a rather stark contrast to this, with torn and shredded clothes and a tangle of hair so chaotic that it's difficult to see the ends of it. Even when he aquires new clothes they tend to end up in this state rather quickly, something that is probably due to him being the child of a sandstorm. Mehesma-Ir-Alan
Identified as one of the more martial crewmembers aboard the ship, Mehesma has vivid green skin covered in sharp spikes and a temper that matches her appearance. Burambobo
As huge as this man is, it is not the type of largeness which implies muscles nor big bones. It is the type of grandeur that in lesser mortals would have been labelled 'fat', or to be more precise, 'fucking huge'. Yet Burambobo is also circular enough to rival a beach ball, and his small yet pudgy limbs barely seem to allow him acces to the ground and his toold of trade. For indeed, Burambobo is a chef, and a good one at that. Atop his cherub-like face sits a hat that looks like the ill-begotten lovechild of a turban and a chefs headpiece. It is as white as his apron, and many a mortal has been terrified by witnessing Burambobo wielding the double-pronged pork-poker. Many wonder how he manages to manouvre about in a small ship, but then they never stop to consider the fact that Burambobo is made entirely of sand. As such it is the easiest thing in the world for him to simply flow through any opening he wants, and he is an expert at reaching beneath furniture for dropped items. Hassan
A small kid who acts as a lookout most of the time. Scrawny, ugly changeling with ruffled black eathers and a beak that makes him resemble a vulture. Gorimmus
There are few who look as old and gnarly as Gorimmus, but with a face like an old treestump who's been suffering from cancer the last decade it's hard not to. A wood inanimae who knows what the ship needs, having a tendency to merge with it when he feels there's too much activity around him. Mimoih
Renowned as a marvellous healer and brewer of antidotes, the irishman found his home too reminiscent of his wife after she died, and decided to take his business to the Floating Market. This had been a plan of theirs for some time, but the murder was what finally gave him the impetus to go. The most noticeable feature with the man is of course the long spiralling silvery white horn which protrudes from his forhead, yet his hooves and luxuriously long and wild tail also catch the eye most vividly. The fact that he never wears anything but a few bracelets or bits of string tends to distract people as well. His hair is as white as milk, and his posture is one of utmost poise. Though he loves his daughter very much he is not the most eotive person in the world, and he doesn't seem to understand young people all that much. His opinion on humans was never very high, and it was not much improved when their newfound religion bereaved him ofhis companion just as she was attempting to help. Likes to dance in the moonlight, as th trees sing eerie ballads for him. Mirmimeb
A most beautiful and diligent young woman, Mirmimeb has suffered from suppressing her own emotions for too long. Though she is both intelligent and charming, she never had the courage to stand up to her own father until her crush confessed his love to her. She seems to miss Ireland and her friends a great deal, possibly because the market tends to be a tad too exiting for day-to-day life. In appearance she takes after her father, though her horn is smaller and her legs are covered in soft and shining white fur. She also tends to wear clothes, and animals of all sorts adore her. She likes to sit on the lake and gaze into its depths when she's thinking. Has a rather bad temper when she's finally provoked enough. Jordan
Some years ago (he forgets how many. Time among the fae confuses him) Jordan was lured away from his village and made into a servant for the Fae. Though frightened by such a prospect at first, he soon came to accept his fate. He's been working for them day and night ever since, with little free time to contemplate his predicament. Yet everything changed when he met Mirmimeb, for she was the most perfet being he had ever laid eyes upon. The fact that she was kind, clever, responsible and so on didn't exactly stop him either. Heartache can be very bad, especially when you love your master's daughter. When you are certain that she barely registers your existence things begin to take on a tragic bent, yet some outside interference solvet the conundrum in the end. Upon their first kiss Jordan unleashed his magic for the first time, quite without knowing it himself. He'll soon anifest more of his budding changeling nature, but for the moment everyone are more or less convinced he's still a normal human. A human happily in love, that is. Iku-Engai
When his parents broke an oath they lost their son, and Iku's been a slave ever since. His impressive horns and slender physique may be all the rage with the other satyrs, but for manual labour it isn't really what you pay a lot for. Olu-Igbo
Another satyr, Olu-Igbo was a tattoo-artist capable of crafting designs that held potent magic within their lines. But the immortal fae have never been too fond of permanently altering their bodies, and his business was never all that great to begin with. When his family incurred debts he felt compelled to help out, and from that point on things spiralled out of his control. He incurred debts of his own, which in the end resultet in his enslavement as compensation. He looks much wilder thn Iki, with hair that has never seen a comb and shaggy fur. Yet his horns are barely more than bulbs, and he has next to no agression within his soul. Hosi
The stunningly beautiful desert flower was sold by her husband the Caliph when he tired of her. Zinjan Zakaar
A shabby and unwashed merchant, with teeth so rotted that even his smile is deemed grotesque and offensive. A heavy bidder at the slave market, and seller of many a fine item like Cloë the bear and other oddities. Feels that his name is all the information a prospective customer needs to identify his merchandise. |