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  1. #81
    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    Brid
    Talk
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Circe nods, "And at least one sneaky type, do not fly off too fast! I'm on foot in territory!" She yells, stealth be damned, as not getting divided would be bad. That and she'd not want to accidentally shoot the monkey. "And do you have healing fruits to use? A uh," Circe looks at the tassels, "Not sure if it'd be a sewing kit or a medikit for that. Not sure if duct tape will cut it, but have it"


    Because duct tape works for everything. She'll follow the monkey, checking the tracks again as they do so.


    4 successes



    Stealth? If the monkey is singing, no chance of that. She needed to get that drum mag. Very effective problem solver.


    Stats & Equipment
    Last edited by Saber Sloth; Mar 20th, 2026 at 04:21 PM.
    Fairest: Gun-Nut Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat

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  3. #82
    Saber Sloth's Avatar

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    Sweat blooms across Sam's wizened face. His pupils dilate, his breathing picks up. Kray can clearly see he'd cowed the Woodwalker. "I-I know you're good for trade. I-uhm-I only meant, that. Uh," he swallows. "Just that my migraine can't-can't handle your..." his eyes haven't left the Teeth, "Your clever tongue, and their noise." he explains, excuses. He takes a breath, than another. "One's an Ogress, Witchtooth I think. Might-ah be assumptions, or-um bias, but she's got spikes of witch hazel for hair. Seems like the leader, or the one who wanted me to direct my attention to." he says, trying to keep his voice steady. "A Beast, wouldn't-uh-wouldn't come down from the-ah-the treeline, fluffy fuckin' tail. Squirrel-like. Steepscrambler probably. A pink mantis-like fairest. Light on her feet. Dancer with-ah footwork like that, dualed with a bug-kith I think." which seemed obvious with the mantis descriptor, but the Wizened was attempting to be as clear as Fear could make him, "The other one I didn't get a good look at, had a hedge-mount. Flying carpet, was injured. Bandaged heavily. Carpet was-am pretty tattered to." his eyes squint, trying to remember, "But they-ah-they were using it for-ah stretcher. Summers each and all. Armed. Armoured. Um-ah, a rapier for the mantis, hedgespun. Uh- Ogress had a big-uh-big fuck off axe, hedgespun too...and. And they didn't want to trade for healing fruit."

    It comes in stops and starts, all at once, fear pressing his voice forward, where otherwise he might have kept locked behind his teeth. Then he braces, waiting. Seeing if his words are enough.


    1 success


    ...


    The hobs yell out, to yell out, You used the whisper hand!

    "Yeah!"
    nodding together, then in a move unforeseen by all, "No one said whisper hand was a no-no."

    The other three's eyes grow comically wide.

    "Is this the ruling of the Council?" Princess Rapunzel Elsa asks, trying and failing to achieve the gravitas she most likely was aiming for.

    "Yeah."

    She nods, looking towards the others. A small frown on her face. One of the others gives a wordless scream of hobbish rage, kicks Sam's fence and stomps off. The last one gives Princess Rapunzel Elsa and Council Yeah before shrugging and chasing after his friend.

    "The Crow has squawked, and while feathers are nowhere to be found, it is declared by my most loyal adviser, you are winner, winner, chicken dinner." her voice is more solemn than the words seem like they should be.

    Council Yeah, nods. Equally grave.

    "But you have not won the snowball fight. And in absence of any opposition. I declare myself, Snow-queen-princess of the hill by the crow."

    "Yeah." he agrees, but looks to Sven, to see if the Darkling would be that opposition.


    failure



    Circe and Sonnie continue in the linked scene! I'm also removing their Marbles to just make tracking when you're up easier

    Continued in (Talking Points) Tracks...

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  5. #83
    Kray's Avatar
    New Identity:● ● John Donoghue
    Presence
    (Just.One.Bite.)
    Hidden Life
    Distinctive Voice
    (Baritone)
    Giant
    Mantle
    (Autumn: Illusory flaming images)
    Kray

    Mask
    A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
    Hedgespun

    Kray is proposing a joint pledge (PP. 36 Rites of Spring)

    pledge type: Vow

    Krays side:

    Task: Forbiddance -1 (Lesser) (Can't kick Jasper out of his room/deny him living in Ednas for duration)
    Task: Alliance -2 (Medial) (provide for Jaspers needs. Shelter, food and provide him aid against those who would harm him)

    Boon: Adroitness +1 (Lesser) (+1 to socialize rolls)
    Boon: Blessing +2 (Medial) (2 dots of the Anonymity Merit

    Duration: Seasonal +2 (Medial)

    Sanction: Curse -2 (Medi
    Mantle

    Mantle (Autumn) ●●●
    The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.

    As he mantle strength the candle flames now take the form of illusory objects of flame with faint sounds adding a layer of auditory illusion.
    Mein

    Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Gristlegrinder Troll

    As so often was the case it seemed a shame he couldn't harvest glamour from other changelings or hedge denizens, because once again he had one shaking in it's boots. But the real question was, is the information enough? It wasn't bad. Had the fruit famer known their intentions and hidden or or just knew they didn't want his particular services? Regardless the ogre did not care for excuses. "Hm. Not bad, but you forgot the timeline." Still he extends the hand holding the infected leaves, not all the way but away from his pocket, closer to Mr. Crow ready to hand them over if that last detail was filled in.


    stats and equipment
    Ogre:GristleGrinder/Troll Preadators Gaze

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  7. #84
    Svelte Sven's Avatar
    Strength
    (Notably spindly)
    New Identity
    (Devon Edwards)
    Presence
    (Nondescript)
    Mantle
    (Faintly snowy glow)
    Svelte Sven

    Mask

    Svelte Sven is, true to his name, very slight of frame. Standing at 5 feet and 4 inches tall and weighing barely more than 100 pounds, he is best described as scrawny. His dark hair is pulled high and tight and looks to be waxed. He has sharp cheek bones and there are deep circles under his eyes. His thin lips are often pursed in a polite, empty smile. His dress of choice is a black suit with a white bowtie. He is not particularly handsome, nor is he strikingly ugly.
    Behind the Mask

    Mien

    Without the Mask, Svelte Sven is unmistakably a Darkling. His pallid complexion, sallow cheeks, and blackened flesh under his eyes give him a ghoulish appearance. Combined with his natural thinness, he looks almost skeletal. His ears have an elfin point to them, extending and tapering out for five inches. Occasionally, they seem to twitch in response to some far-off conversation. Closer inspection reveals his Mantle as a faint, white glow.
    Svelte Sven Scenes
     Turncoat's Tongue, 

    2
    PRE

    Whisperwisp Chatelaine

    Sven cast a glance in the direction of Kray, at least glad to see that the Autumn King had gotten some degree of traction with their erstwhile host, even if it was anything but pretty. Kray's antics rarely are.

    Though he'd somehow been slipping up in his attempts to tell convincing lies of late, Hobs were still Hobs. It wasn't that they were never cunning or intelligent, but sometimes, they were simply a bit... childlike. The one in the princess dress might've been a hint. That they had conceded his point, that he hadn't technically cheated in any game, was still a minor victory. The Winter King gave a low bow of courtesy, the gesture well-rehearsed to appear as sincere as possible despite his lack of care for the antics of random Hobs.

    The Darkling cocked his head at Councilor Yeah before giving an exaggerated sigh and reaching up to adjust the frozen wreath that was his crown. "Very well. I don't think that I would be much of a Winter King if I turned down a snowball fight." He drew a few steps closer to the dressed-up Hob. "I will challenge you, then, 'Snow-Queen-Princess-of-the-Hill-by-the-Crow'." Sven started to scrape at the ground with his feet to get a feel for the consistency of what he'd been working with. Snowball fights for business rather than pleasure. Will wonders never cease?


    Stats and Equipment
    Darkling - Whisperwisp/Chatelaine | Health - | Willpower - | Glamour -

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  9. #85
    Saber Sloth's Avatar

    0 Scenes

    The blood leaves Sam's face so fast it's a wonder that the Wizened still stands. His breath comes faster, he swallows compulsively. He opens his mouth several times before words come forth. "A-ah few days - a week! M-maybe a-a-a week an-an-an-and a half!" he adds seemingly in effort to give himself grace, "S-since-since they passed the-ah-the farm....and I send wor-word to you..." he finishes weakly, failing to smile. Eyes shifting and skittering, dancing along everywhere trying to avoid looking at the Teeth, but always handing on them before flinching away once more.


    ...


    Council Yeah moves to the side, as Princess Rapunzel Elsa nods quite seriously. Before bending over and to create a snowball, and lobbing it at Sven - missing by a fair few inches - with a loud, "Have at you!"


    failure


    To keep things simple you can create a snowball and throw it in the same turn, just use Dex + Athletics -3(for Princess' DEF)

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  11. #86
    Kray's Avatar
    New Identity:● ● John Donoghue
    Presence
    (Just.One.Bite.)
    Hidden Life
    Distinctive Voice
    (Baritone)
    Giant
    Mantle
    (Autumn: Illusory flaming images)
    Kray

    Mask
    A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
    Hedgespun

    Kray is proposing a joint pledge (PP. 36 Rites of Spring)

    pledge type: Vow

    Krays side:

    Task: Forbiddance -1 (Lesser) (Can't kick Jasper out of his room/deny him living in Ednas for duration)
    Task: Alliance -2 (Medial) (provide for Jaspers needs. Shelter, food and provide him aid against those who would harm him)

    Boon: Adroitness +1 (Lesser) (+1 to socialize rolls)
    Boon: Blessing +2 (Medial) (2 dots of the Anonymity Merit

    Duration: Seasonal +2 (Medial)

    Sanction: Curse -2 (Medi
    Mantle

    Mantle (Autumn) ●●●
    The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.

    As he mantle strength the candle flames now take the form of illusory objects of flame with faint sounds adding a layer of auditory illusion.
    Mein

    Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Gristlegrinder Troll

    That wasn't exactly what he had been hoping for, but it seems Sam was losing his wits a little. Or acting like he was really well. "Hm. That's not what I had been hoping for." His nasty grin splitting his face, just playing a little pushing the wizened for his earlier remark. Before handing over the infected coop nettle. "Bah. But I did say this for answers. And answers you gave." So the payment is given. "Hm. Now I have a hankering to meet these summers now." That was veiled comment. If The Autumn king did meet then and Mr. Crow's information did not align, well that would be telling.


    stats and equipment
    Ogre:GristleGrinder/Troll Preadators Gaze

  12. #87
    Svelte Sven's Avatar
    Strength
    (Notably spindly)
    New Identity
    (Devon Edwards)
    Presence
    (Nondescript)
    Mantle
    (Faintly snowy glow)
    Svelte Sven

    Mask

    Svelte Sven is, true to his name, very slight of frame. Standing at 5 feet and 4 inches tall and weighing barely more than 100 pounds, he is best described as scrawny. His dark hair is pulled high and tight and looks to be waxed. He has sharp cheek bones and there are deep circles under his eyes. His thin lips are often pursed in a polite, empty smile. His dress of choice is a black suit with a white bowtie. He is not particularly handsome, nor is he strikingly ugly.
    Behind the Mask

    Mien

    Without the Mask, Svelte Sven is unmistakably a Darkling. His pallid complexion, sallow cheeks, and blackened flesh under his eyes give him a ghoulish appearance. Combined with his natural thinness, he looks almost skeletal. His ears have an elfin point to them, extending and tapering out for five inches. Occasionally, they seem to twitch in response to some far-off conversation. Closer inspection reveals his Mantle as a faint, white glow.
    Svelte Sven Scenes
     Turncoat's Tongue, 

    2
    PRE

    Whisperwisp Chatelaine

    With grace, the spindly King ducked the surprise attack and only returned a frigid smile. "Have it your way." Deftly reaching down lower to the earth, Sven grabbed at the slushed earth and began to ball it in his hand. Armed with his own snowball now, the Darkling pulled back his arm before launching the projectile back at the dressed-up Hob.

    2 successes


    Stats and Equipment
    Darkling - Whisperwisp/Chatelaine | Health - | Willpower - | Glamour -

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  14. #88
    Saber Sloth's Avatar

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    Kray reinforces his point, hands the infected coupnettle to a pale, shaking hand. Kray has a feeling that in this moment were he to press further the Woodwalker would more than likely soil himself, and from a Wizened that banned an entire Court for the actions of one (Queen though she might have been) to terrify and humiliate someone like this, especially with Winter's King, and hobs lingering would more than likely do more than simply sour a previously working relationship.

    "That's all I know!" Feat drying his throat, first choking, then spitting out his words.


    ...



    "Nuuu!" the Princess Rapunzel Elsa cries out before taking her hands and clumping together another snowball, only to lob it over to where Sven had been and not where he is now!

    The Councilor Yeah takes out a curling parchment with a neon blue bic pen to mark the sheet with the current score. Currently 1 : 0 for Sven.

    failure

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  16. #89
    Kray's Avatar
    New Identity:● ● John Donoghue
    Presence
    (Just.One.Bite.)
    Hidden Life
    Distinctive Voice
    (Baritone)
    Giant
    Mantle
    (Autumn: Illusory flaming images)
    Kray

    Mask
    A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
    Hedgespun

    Kray is proposing a joint pledge (PP. 36 Rites of Spring)

    pledge type: Vow

    Krays side:

    Task: Forbiddance -1 (Lesser) (Can't kick Jasper out of his room/deny him living in Ednas for duration)
    Task: Alliance -2 (Medial) (provide for Jaspers needs. Shelter, food and provide him aid against those who would harm him)

    Boon: Adroitness +1 (Lesser) (+1 to socialize rolls)
    Boon: Blessing +2 (Medial) (2 dots of the Anonymity Merit

    Duration: Seasonal +2 (Medial)

    Sanction: Curse -2 (Medi
    Mantle

    Mantle (Autumn) ●●●
    The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.

    As he mantle strength the candle flames now take the form of illusory objects of flame with faint sounds adding a layer of auditory illusion.
    Mein

    Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Gristlegrinder Troll

    He'd been having some fun with Sam Crow no doubt about that, what else would be expected when you slighted the local king of fear. Besides the fruit farmer was lucky he hadn't lost a hand or more, plenty enough ogres would have resorted to a far more physical form of retribution. But now all was said, all was done and there was nothing more to be had. "Hm. Well then, that's all for today." He goes to start to leave but stops. The head of his hammer comes of his shoulder and he removes the sack of gifts he had tied around it, same as the one Sven had used to open the meeting. "Oh. Here, a few parting good will gifts." The package will be left on his porch for the wizened to do with as he pleases. But they had been brought along as a small reminder of the benefits of working with the freehold rather then against it so they get left.

    With his side of things wrapped and sorted, the ogre will meander over in the direction of Sven to see how hobb management was coming along.



    stats and equipment
    Ogre:GristleGrinder/Troll Preadators Gaze

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  18. #90
    Svelte Sven's Avatar
    Strength
    (Notably spindly)
    New Identity
    (Devon Edwards)
    Presence
    (Nondescript)
    Mantle
    (Faintly snowy glow)
    Svelte Sven

    Mask

    Svelte Sven is, true to his name, very slight of frame. Standing at 5 feet and 4 inches tall and weighing barely more than 100 pounds, he is best described as scrawny. His dark hair is pulled high and tight and looks to be waxed. He has sharp cheek bones and there are deep circles under his eyes. His thin lips are often pursed in a polite, empty smile. His dress of choice is a black suit with a white bowtie. He is not particularly handsome, nor is he strikingly ugly.
    Behind the Mask

    Mien

    Without the Mask, Svelte Sven is unmistakably a Darkling. His pallid complexion, sallow cheeks, and blackened flesh under his eyes give him a ghoulish appearance. Combined with his natural thinness, he looks almost skeletal. His ears have an elfin point to them, extending and tapering out for five inches. Occasionally, they seem to twitch in response to some far-off conversation. Closer inspection reveals his Mantle as a faint, white glow.
    Svelte Sven Scenes
     Turncoat's Tongue, 

    2
    PRE

    Whisperwisp Chatelaine

    Sven found himself unexpectedly exhilarated by the rush of throwing snowballs at a small Hob in a dress. The fact that it was potentially of benefit to the Freehold was a nice bonus. The Darkling neatly tucked and rolled out of the way of the reply volley before scooping up his own response.

    failure


    It wasn't the most accurate shot he'd taken, and yet he couldn't help but smile at the efort.

    Stats and Equipment
    Darkling - Whisperwisp/Chatelaine | Health - | Willpower - | Glamour -

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